The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Three ranged attackers simultaneously launched an attack on Maeve, aiming to kill the owner of the Holy Grail.

"Oh, you've even made the arrangements."

The Mad King showed no sign of panic. He drew his magic spear with his left hand, intending to face Nero and the Dragon Girl directly in front of him.

"Don't even think about it!"

But the two men also knew this was a rare opportunity, and without backing down, they stopped Cú Chulainn.

"cough……"

Blood flowed directly from their arms and vomited from their mouths, but the Mad King was indeed unable to move forward any further.

Maeve had intended to summon Celtic soldiers from the blood pool to buy herself time, but the dragon girl's song that rang out temporarily rendered her unable to move, leaving her seemingly with no choice but to await her fate.

"It's really troublesome."

Cú Chulainn gripped the demonic spear tightly in his hand, then uttered the true name of the Noble Phantasm.

"Gae Bolg, the spear that pierces through and kills!"

"Don't think about it!"

Despite the pain, Nero swung his sword again to stop the Mad King from unleashing his Noble Phantasm, but the Mad King responded with his right fist.

The fist, bound with the bones of a sea beast, slammed directly into the primordial fire. Although the sword sliced ​​through the defense and injured the hand, that was all it could do.

The cursed magic spear had been freed from the Mad King's hand and was now positioned in front of Maeve.

"hateful!"

"I can't help but cry out with regret, and I'm also a little worried about the Servants who are being swallowed up by the bombardment of the demonic spear," said the Dragon Girl.

"You still dare to get distracted?"

The Mad King's cold voice rang out beside the Dragon Girl.

"Eh?"jiu

The dragon girl, completely caught off guard, only managed a questioning sound before slamming into the wall of the Golden Theater.

"You should worry about your own life first. Whether you look at me or take your thoughts away, you'll die." (iv)

"Huh?"

At this moment, Nero's reinforcements had just arrived. The Mad King swung his fist again, actually grabbing the Primal Flame.

The situation was reversed in an instant, or rather, it never changed at all.

When the ominous, dark beast stood there, all plans became impossible to execute. Nine

If we can't kill this guy, it seems everything will truly remain just empty talk.

"Hmm?" Five

Just as the Mad King was about to defeat Nero, a giant wolf's howl suddenly rang out, followed by the rising of a sun in the theater.

"Surprisingly not dead."

Although the Gajeberg released in the way just now doesn't have a guaranteed hit attribute, those people should theoretically have no chance of escaping from that range.

"I didn't expect the desperate predicament that Lord Lancer spoke of to arrive so quickly, but fortunately we have already grasped hope."

Geronimo watched as the obsidian mirror flew out from his body, deflecting the barrage of magic guns that rained down like missiles. Now, it would lead them back to victory.

Chapter Sixteen Arjuna

"I'm sorry, it was my mistake."

Geronimo crouched down to catch the obsidian mirror that fell from the sky, and said with a slight apology.

His gaze fell on the Dragon Girl, who was slowly sliding down the wall to the ground not far away. She had taken a blow from the Mad King's iron fist, and the girl in gorgeous clothes was covered in blood.

The Dragon Maiden's breath was extremely unstable and weak, and the wall behind her was covered with her splattered blood.

They were naturally prepared to make sacrifices; to defeat the Celts, who had already swallowed half of America, they couldn't do so without making any sacrifices.

However, judging from the current situation, if it weren't for the protection provided by the obsidian mirror, they would probably have already declared their plan a failure and might have had to sacrifice everyone.

"This was indeed an unexpected enemy, but there was nothing we could do about it."

Robin Hood was already sitting on the ground, comforting Geronimo.

"It's just slowing down your death, you don't even want to die quickly."

The Mad King retrieved his crimson magic spear, repelled Nero who was blocking his way, and took a step forward, landing in front of Medb.

"Also, hide where you can't see them. The enemy coming will be one you can't focus on. Don't cause any more trouble like before."

The Mad King first turned to Maeve and spoke, but before he could respond, he immediately shattered the ground beneath his feet and once again brandished the demonic spear in his hand.

The obsidian mirror that Geronimo was holding immediately trembled and flew out of his hand.

The Mad King's swift thrust struck the very center of the obsidian mirror, shattering the already cracked surface completely.

5. The shattered obsidian mirror fragments were scattered, but they all remained on the same vertical plane, and the fragments that flew upwards did not fall downwards.

Then, the fragments leisurely turned into smoke, and the thick and choking smoke formed something like a magic mirror door, looking just like the fog door in front of the Soul Wanderer BOSS room.

⑥ "They're here..."

The Mad King sensed the aura emanating from the smoke-filled door. His previously somewhat casual gaze immediately sharpened, becoming truly unstoppable, as if it were the aura of a ferocious beast at the top of the food chain, completely permeating the hearts of the many Servants present.

3. "That guy... he wasn't even using his full strength just now?"

4. Billy Boy was momentarily speechless. Anyone could tell that the Mad King in front of him was a completely different person from the Mad King just now.

④ "Our actions were not out of their control at all. Although it seemed for a moment that we were within reach of killing Maeve, it was actually a distance that we could not reach at all."

2 Robin Hood shook his head and said that he had just realized this.

Jiao Gang's mad king was nothing more than a ferocious beast hunting in the jungle; they were merely prey scattered and fleeing.

"Even among Heroic Spirits, their status is vastly different. Fortunately, we have encountered hope that can save this land."

Gonjeronimo looked into the chaotic mist and saw a hand emerge from it.

"However, we can't just stand by and watch. As citizens living on this land, we must also do our part."

O spirits who stride proudly across the earth, display your power and aid the heroes who save this land!

The giant wolf summoned by Geronimo using his Noble Phantasm was one of the spirits he communicated with as a spirit user and shaman.

A surging heatwave was sweeping through the Golden Theater, while the elf strode forward.

"A pretty good prelude."

Manju's voice came from the mist, and then his right leg emerged from it and landed on the ground.

"We meet again, Cú Chulainn. This time, no one can save you."

Manshu raised his right hand, letting the sunlight shine through his palm, and emerged from the smog, looking at the Mad King who was assuming a fighting stance with a mocking smile.

"I did fail last time, so rest assured, I will kill you this time and prevent failure from happening again."

The Mad King's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he responded just as bluntly.

Before his voice had even faded completely, the air, compressed by the demonic spear he wielded, had already transformed into a whirlwind.

"You haven't changed in terms of being straightforward, but if you haven't changed in other areas either, you'll only disappoint me and cause my death."

Manju was not going to be unprepared for the Mad King's sudden attack. He immediately lowered the sun he had been holding and caught the cursed magic spear that was thrusting forward.

"9 Si~" Dad: (2⌒「4」+3⑶'〕阾』⒌賀索≌: Shamash! I beg you to investigate, judge the evil deeds, and establish justice!"

The sunlight burst open in an instant, blasting away the demonic spear that had just pierced the sunlight, and also scorching the surface of the Mad King's skin. However, such a wound was something the Mad King could heal in the blink of an eye.

By using the runes he learned from Scáthach, he could recover even from injuries that damaged his spirit origin or caused ninety percent of his body to collapse.

If it is just a superficial wound, it can be healed instantly by the immense magical power of the Holy Grail.

At least in terms of melee combat, the arrogance of possessing the Holy Grail for magical energy makes him an undisputed calamity-level opponent.

His level of power has already surpassed that of Servants that can be summoned under the normal Holy Grail War system, and now he has even gone a step further, with his Spirit Origin strength being at least three points stronger than before.

"Hahaha...very good, you still don't disappoint people so easily."

Manju let out a hearty laugh and used his magic to reassemble the cage spear into his hand.

"Your gun is a bit sharper than before, and it can bring me new and exciting fun, so your existence is not entirely useless or meaningless."

"Hmph! You and Maeve are no different, both of you are annoying people who like to spout a bunch of boring nonsense."

The Mad King seemed somewhat displeased this time, and with a flick of his crimson spear, he attacked again.

"Is this just idle talk? If it were said by others, it would certainly fit the description. But the one who speaks now, proclaiming this to you, is the Lord of the High Heavens, the Judge who illuminates the world. Do not hesitate to risk your life."

Manshu paused slightly, raised an eyebrow, and then spoke, though a hint of annoyance was clearly visible on her face.

"Stop making so much noise, you don't need to open your mouth anymore, just go to sleep forever!"

The Mad King responded without hesitation, tearing the ground beneath his feet with his immense strength and lifting a giant rock to smash it down.

"If you want me to shut up, the only way is to do as you said: kill me and put me into an eternal sleep."

"Unfortunately, you can't possibly defeat me. So, obediently listen to this voice from above, kneel down and submit to the stronger one, you bloodthirsty war beast!"

Manshu naturally didn't need to be too angry, after all, he wasn't the one who retreated after the last defeat.

He sliced ​​through the thrown boulder with the cage spear in his hand, and the crimson demon spear appeared immediately afterward.

After throwing the stone, the Mad King leaped up, gripped the demonic spear with both hands, and thrust it towards Manshu.

"So, you idiot, you better face reality. You black dog that can't even swallow the moon."

"Majestic ruler, benevolent sun god! You are forever merciful, and only you grant all requests. You illuminate all places and cities, and judge all beasts and men."

I praise you here, and I long to hear your commands, to see you ride your chariot across the heavens, purifying the world.

Manju has given his answer; he has stopped speaking and is about to deliver judgment on the mad king who is consumed by bloodlust.

The sounds of carriage wheels and horses' hooves came from the distant void, from the ceiling of the already dilapidated Golden Theater.

The intense heat and the pure, flawless light of judgment swept in from all directions.

Qunshamarsh is driving his chariot, about to soar through the sky.

The rising sun brings light to the world; it will dispel darkness, as well as evil and terror.