The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"I am also quite happy and satisfied, and in return I will not kill Edison."

Manju withdrew his power, walked up to Karna, took his hand, and smiled joyfully.

Chapter Fourteen Correction

“Amazing kindness, thank you.”

Karna, barely holding his breath, heard Manjusaka's promise, a faint smile appearing on his face, before collapsing backward.

“I told you before, Karna, son of Surya, that whether you choose to live or die, once you step into this place, it is no longer under your control, but entirely in my hands.”

Manju shook his head and said, denying the idea of ​​letting the noble hero in front of him end his own life.

While it is true that defeat inevitably leads to disappearance, this is not an unchangeable fact.

Even in the underworld, the sun can rise again, shining its light upon death.

This is also something worthy of praise, something that can be offered to the dark sun.

Although there was no bloodshed or loss of life, the battles fought here by fearless warriors were enough; it's just that the next time, they would probably have to end their lives in battle.

But that's insignificant. Giving up someone else's life is the same. So Manju drew down the vitality wielded by the dark sun, allowing Karna's gradually collapsing body to regain the vitality that the original singer possessed.

"Let's rest for a while, consider it a necessary recuperation after exhaustion."

However, it takes some time to recover from death, especially since Jagalna gave up his Sun Armor in exchange for the Spear of Slayers.

If that armor still existed, it might only take a breath to restore the current state to its original state.

Although the patch allows Karna to retrieve the Sun Armor that was used to acquire the Godslayer Spear, he doesn't seem to have much strength left at the moment.

"I'll go fix Edison first, then you can do whatever you want. But my suggestion is to launch a full-scale attack on the Celtics as soon as possible. You should be able to tell that the Celtics are getting stronger."

Seeing that Karna's condition was stabilizing, Manjusaka had no intention of staying there to wait for Karna to recover. After giving a few instructions, he flew directly back towards Edison's location.

"Has Karna failed too? No wonder he is the embodiment of the sun. But even so, I will never let you destroy America."

Edison was still standing on the same high platform, but now the mechanized infantry had gathered there, surrounding him like guards.

"I have absolutely no interest in your country. It doesn't even have the power to destroy the planet you stand on, so why would the sun care if it doesn't exist?"

Manju responded with a sneer and then reached out and summoned the caged spear again.

Although Karna promised not to kill Edison, it was unrealistic to expect him to behave properly. Therefore, he had to be beaten down and pinned to the ground before any attempt to correct him was made.

Speaking of Edison as president at this moment, his behavior is naturally inconsistent with his character. Although he can't be called a good person, he wouldn't go so far as to implement large-scale brainwashing and drug control in order to motivate soldiers.

Forced conscription, ideological education, and drug control—President Edison used every means at his disposal to drive citizens to the battlefield in order to protect the United States.

The root cause of everything is a ceremonial garment he possesses, which is composed of multiple thought entities.

Those thinkers were none other than the presidents of the United States throughout history, who believed that even if they became followers, they could not defeat the Celts.

9 So they entrusted all their power to Edison, concentrating their efforts on one person to protect the United States of America.

The ideas of all American presidents, past, present, and future, reside in Edison alone.

The resentment of successive presidents influenced Edison's thinking, making the continuation of the United States his top priority. To achieve this, he was willing to pay any price, even at the cost of exploiting the lives of all the people.

8. "I don't understand... Your intention to destroy everything here is undeniable."

Edison glared angrily at Manshu, then raised his arm and shouted at the soldiers surrounding him.

"Let the sun that comes here see for itself, America will be invincible and will live on forever!"

9. "We will sacrifice our lives to protect the President, so that we may become national heroes and be enshrined in the Great Throne!!"

The soldiers inside the mechanized infantry surrounding Edison roared deafeningly, but in reality, they were hardly conscious; rather, they were all bulging with veins.

"See? This is the America I rule, and the people echo my call. My judgment is correct; as a heroic spirit, I am without flaw. Under my rule, America will triumph over all enemies, forever… Waaah…"

Edison had just been speaking in a loud voice, but the next moment he immediately covered his head, a look of pain on his face.

"Why did it have to be at a time like this..."

The pain he was experiencing made Edison decide to stop thinking and immediately waved his hand, issuing orders to the hundreds of mechanized infantrymen in front of him.

"My mechanized infantry, shoot down the sun! Nothing else matters before you!"

"when!"

The soldiers gave a unified shout, lowered their raised guns to a horizontal position, aimed at Manshu ahead, and immediately launched an attack.

"I've placed my hopes on this man, so I have no choice but to play along to the end."

Helena, standing beside Edison, summoned several more magic books, which circled around her, and the magic bullets were detonated before the soldiers even fired their guns.

However, through the battle just now, Helena already knew that such magic could not harm the man in front of her.

However, Helena was indeed able to unleash more advanced magic, and in the Himalayas, she met the great soul who would change her life.

That great soul was actually a deity from ancient India who, after the decline of the divine age, lost his physical form and hid in the Himalayas, barely surviving.

When young Helena was traveling alone, she met this god and learned the divine magic that the god taught her.

Although Helena cannot use the Divine Age Magic with 100% success rate, she can only rely on luck and chance to perform it miraculously.

But if we don't rely on luck and chance in the current situation, when should we pray for this minuscule probability and possibility?

Helena is using several magic bases she has recorded to try to recreate ancient rune magic or Egyptian magic.

But until they succeeded, they could only rely on the mechanized infantry that Edison had created.

Although these infantrymen were numerous and their attacks were comparable to low-level Noble Phantasms, they were still far from enough.

Manju only needs to summon that cursed magic spear again, insert it into the ground, and release the true name of this piercing weapon.

The cursed magic spear was allowed to transform once again into a thicket of thorns, piercing and destroying the cores of the charging mechanized soldiers one by one.

“A pointless struggle, Edison. If you still have even a shred of your original rationality, you should obediently let me correct your current state of mind. This is an opportunity that Karna fought tooth and nail for.”

Manju strolled forward unhurriedly, only occasionally waving his gun to destroy the exoskeletons worn by the soldiers when he missed them.

"Mechanized infantry can't stop you, so let's try this one!"

Edison produced a cannon-shaped object from somewhere, sat down at the back—perhaps at the control panel—and surging magic condensed in the cannon barrel before being released.

"This is the 'Presidential Cannon' that I developed, a link-type magic projection cannon with the attack power of a Thunder God-level Noble Phantasm!"

"This is still not as good as Karna's Undying Blade."

Manju pursed his lips, did not unleash his Noble Phantasm, but simply poured a sufficient amount of magical power into the cage spear in his hand and threw it out.

"Rise, Shamash!"

The javelin thrown by Manjuskin instantly transformed into a miniature sun, shattering the magic cannon's power in a flash, and continued flying towards Edison with undiminished momentum.

"Success! The wisdom of Seraphine!"

Helena's excited voice suddenly came, indicating that his magic trick was complete. Judging from the voice, it should be an ancient Egyptian magic trick.

Although Seraphine is not an indigenous Egyptian deity, but rather an Egyptian deity that arose during the Hellenistic period and flourished during the Ptolemaic dynasty, it is said to have been created by Ptolemy.

The prototype of Seraphis is Osiris and Apis. His name is the rather crude Userhapi, which is Osiris-Apis. Therefore, his status is the same as Apis, and he sometimes replaces Osiris in the temple.

However, he was indeed a deity in Egypt, even if he was a composite god, and Seraphine was also worshipped during the Roman Empire.

The power of the unleashed grand magic successfully withstood the remaining sun, but what was originally intended as an offensive tactic was instead used for defense.

"Stubborn and utterly foolish, I have no choice but to resort to simpler methods."

Manju shook his head and sighed, stopping in his tracks instead of moving forward.

Then he raised his hand again and began to chant: ④

"Majestic Ruler, Most Benevolent Sun God! Among all the gods, you alone shine with brilliance!" (2)

Boundless light burst forth from Manju's hands, so dazzling that it was difficult to look directly at it. (Nine)

"The glorious sun examines the human heart, and from its high place scrutinizes and judges human wickedness."

Under the light emanating from Manju's hand, the remaining mechanized infantry immediately ceased their movements, kneeling on the ground and emitting mournful sobs.

Edison, who was still struggling to manufacture soldiers and restart the presidential cannon, suddenly stopped, his face twitching and showing a pained expression.

He then immediately pounded his head with his hands, unable to stop crying out in pain.

Helena was fine, but seeing Edison's condition, she rushed to his side to cast a healing spell.

As for the root cause of this situation, Helena knew she couldn't win, especially since she had also heard what Manshu had said earlier.

Since Karna and the like have been mentioned, they probably won't kill Edison. So, if suffering a little can help him recover, that would be good.

Both Helena and Karna understood that Edison had problems, but they couldn't solve them and were bound by friendship and agreements, so they could only maintain the current distorted situation.

"Hmph... Now you should know the majesty of the sun and that there is no falsehood in my words."

Manshu chuckled softly and strode over to Edison.

"You mean to correct Edison's condition, not to kill him, right?" Lu asked.

Helena sighed, stood up, and stood in front of Edison to ask Manshu.

"A pretty good friendship indeed, that you still stood in front of me to ask questions at this time. You should know better than to choose to stop me, even the sun has a capricious side."

Manju smiled slightly and gently pushed the radiance he was holding forward, letting the light drift slowly like a falling dandelion seed onto Edison's aching body.

"Then I would like to ask you to correct Edison. Although he was an inventor who liked to reduce costs and invent things that could be mass-produced, the resources used in his inventions should not include human beings."

Helena confidently stepped aside and stood intently to the side, watching the descending light intently.

"It's a power related to the gods. Is this the radiance of the sun god? Although it's not quite the same as the gods I've encountered, I can still find some commonalities."

Helena's gaze remained quite curious; she harbored a strong curiosity about gods and India.

"This is the power of Shamash's judgment; his light will dispel darkness, and it will also dispel evil and error. (玥费≤羣,：⒏'⑤｝《柒>…㈥￣「瘤⒊si◆｜④＠!二)"

Edison's turmoil and suffering stemmed from his disagreements with presidents.

The American presidents who, driven by their unwavering conviction, transformed themselves into a powerful symbol of Edison, were willing to fight to the death to defeat the Celts and protect America. But Edison, as an inventor, simply couldn't make such a choice without hesitation.

He understood that this was a brutal act, but he could offer no other answer and could only choose to turn a blind eye and act in accordance with the will of past presidents.

"This guy is simply not fit to be king. Although Edison has power and fame as a Heroic Spirit, he is cowardly and weak-willed. He is not even as good as Cú Chulainn, the Mad King created by Medb."

"Edison took on responsibilities that shouldn't have been his, and he couldn't refuse when those responsibilities fell on him... So all we need to do is let Shamash's brilliance fade away?"

Helena also sighed, then asked Manshu.