The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

The gathered rain will transform into a raging flood that will break through all dikes and barriers, fully revealing the great power brought about by Adad's title as the Lord of the Dikes of Heaven.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ilya swung his rock sword, bringing with it Peron's lightning. The booming lightning would amplify the storm that had been unleashed, converging the earth-shaking thunderstorm into the entire space.

"Did I misjudge again? No wonder it could fight against the Sphinx, which is my other half. It turns out it's not an ordinary divine beast, but an incarnation of a god."

The floodwaters gathered by this terrible thunderstorm broke through not only the curse sealing the treasures, but also blocked everything.

The raging serpent unleashed its full roar, shattering all barriers and obstacles, finally allowing Osmandis to perceive its swelling and transformation.

"Even if you are a god, all you can do is temporarily break through my divine power. It's still a meaningless act. Hahaha... Let me see what other struggles you can put in!"

The God-King remained fearless, even though the torrent had broken through the curses placed upon the invaders, the Pharaoh was still protected by the ancient gods.

Moreover, the Pharaoh himself was a god, and the gods of heaven resided in the Pharaoh's body.

Despite the lightning unleashed by Ilya not stopping, he was still not convinced. After his lightning was destroyed by the Pharaoh's Dendera Giant Electric Ball, he now planned to try to defeat the Pharaoh with his own lightning.

Lightning weaves across Ilya's sword, and the power of the god Peron is manifested in the myth of the struggle of chaos.

The chaotic struggle that took place on the Russian land was a struggle between the two poles of Yin and Yang, representing the power of spring and heat against the power of winter and cold. Thunder swept everything away, allowing the world to continue to move towards the next cycle.

Countless woven bolts of lightning converged on the greatsword in Ilya's hand, forming a power that could judge chaos and capture evil.

Chapter Seventy-Five: Replacement

The immense lightning transformed into a torrential downpour powerful enough to tear apart and annihilate darkness and chaos. In this howling thunderstorm, the power of the great god was realized, and the roaring thunderstorm was the force that brought life and a new century.

Just as Ilya, as the last of the old generation and the first of the new generation, carries the nature of the anchor point that divides the world, so too does the thunder god Peron, who brings life and abundance, separate the order of time and divide the chaos, thus bringing spring rain and life to the earth, and abundant thunderstorms.

This is precisely the greatest gift Ilya received from the ancient Rus' land, where the mysteries of the Age of Gods still largely remained. The Pantheon erected by Grand Prince Vladimir in Kiev allowed the gods who had already departed from the Rus' land to remain.

Even in that time when the age of gods had clearly receded, the divinity that had been transformed by many natural phenomena was still preserved on the land of Ross.

Zero reigns supreme over the Russian land, manipulating numerous heroes and ancient, mysterious holy kings to construct an era that has remained unchanged, stagnant in ancient mysticism.

The power of the Five Gods was bestowed upon the heroes who walked this land, and all the former mystery was transformed into heroes in the mortal world, constructing the fantastical tale of the Heroes' Song.

The changing times converge here, the songs of the heroes will eventually come to an end, the old era will depart, and they will be sacrificed to the new era.

Just as the chaotic struggle of the ancient Rus' Emperor, passed down in the warriors, will be like a burnt offering on an altar, and the destruction of everything will mark the dividing line of the era.

The sword emitted a sky-covering bolt of lightning, which resonated with the torrential rain. The powers of the two thunder and rain gods merged and began to expand violently, as if in sync.

The corridors of the magnificent, radiant temple were torn apart by this power, roaring as it threatened to destroy everything in its path, transforming into an unstoppable and uncontrollable force.

The Persian heroes had already taken up their bows, and even Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted her teeth and once again summoned the Shadow of Spirit through a simple summoning technique, hoping to replenish her magic power with Command Seals and unleash her Noble Phantasm once more.

The distant thunderstorms were no longer something to be ignored; their roaring power and the magic they contained were enough to make them take notice.

“You have truly surprised me time and again. Such a struggle is worthy of praise, but it is still futile.”

Even though the temple was filled with terrifying magic, the Pharaoh still had ways to deal with it. Even inside the complex temple, the Dendera Giant Electric Orb and the temple's cannons could still be fired.

The only problem is...

"My beloved Nefertari is still here, I can't... ugh... my head is starting to hurt again..."

Using the giant electric sphere within the temple would come at the cost of a terrifying power capable of turning the entire city of Tokyo to ashes; this complex grand temple cannot be ignored. (9)

The entire great temple would also be affected, destroyed by the endless, scorching lightning. If Osmandis were alone here, he would naturally be indifferent.

However, Osmandis's beloved queen, his cherished Nefertari, was also there, and he could not allow her to be harmed because of this. 4

The headache started acting up again, leaving Osmandis momentarily at a loss, lost in a state of confusion. (8)

"My beloved...my...Naftali...where are you?!"

Amidst Osmandis's delirious calls, a soft chuckle came from behind him. 2.

"Heh... lovely fellow. No need for such confusion, no need for such trembling. I am right here, King of the Sun." (Nine)

The beast clad in magnificent crimson robes emerged from behind Osmandis's throne, offering solace to the bewildered king.

Needless to say, the Nephtales summoned by Osmandis was none other than the beast before him; the bewildered king's eyes had been blindfolded once more. ⑤

"Oh, my beloved! My sweetheart, Naphtalia!"

Osmandis's face lit up with joy, and even the headache that had been bothering him seemed to have eased considerably.

“I am here, always by your side. King of the Sun, you have done what I entrusted to you, and I will finish the rest. Go and rest, my beloved king, apostle of desire.”

The beast gently brushed against Osmandis's face, and the bewildered king obeyed its words and commands, closing his eyes once more and falling back into slumber.

"Ah... How boring. The apostles on G's side are truly despicable, just as ugly and stupid as they are, possessing only repulsive sloth."

The beast did indeed awaken as Paracelsus had predicted, but its beating was so excessively dull that it aroused Paracelsus's disgust.

How can such a low-quality theater be expected to be seen? It's only third-rate in both quality and quantity. How can such a thing satisfy people?

"The Slavic thunder god, the Arkkad thunder god, and the Chaldea master are barely worthy of being served as appetizers; they are at a level that is still palatable."

The beast raised the golden cup in its left hand, and corrupt desires flowed from it. In the blink of an eye, the filthy sludge formed a torrent that surged out from the main temple of the composite temple.

The power of the thunderstorm had torn apart the front of the great temple. Even the Hittite divine iron, which could defend against attacks of military level, could not stop this thunderstorm. The outer defenses of the temple were easily destroyed, and the terrifying thunder energy rushed towards the main temple.

At this moment, the filthy silt surged forth, transforming into a rain of vile desires, which mingled with the thunderstorms stirred up by the two thunder gods.

(5) The violent storm that was destroying this magnificent composite temple was stopped by the filthy rain.

7. Lightning cannot ignite or evaporate those evil desires; neither can the rain that brings purification and renewal wash away the rampant desires.

Liu, this is precisely the sin accumulated from human desires, the sins that are constantly gathered up. The beast from the other side collects them in a cup, waiting to drink them down.

"The enemy is not the Sun King, but our very target: the evil beast that brings darkness to this place!"

Upon seeing the foul rain gushing from the main temple, Ilya immediately noticed this and shouted to the crowd.

The accumulated thunderstorms were being constantly washed away and assimilated by decadent desires, and it seemed that they would soon be washed away and then used to cleanse the people in the outer corridor.

4. "The power is still not enough. Even a human evil that is not yet fully developed is still not an opponent that can be easily resisted."

"Is that human evil? Mr. Ilya and Mr. Adard's attacks have been neutralized. What should we do next, Master?"

Mashu instinctively sought orders from Ritsuka Fujimaru behind her to determine their next course of action.

"Go on, we've come this far through so many hardships in this desert, we can't run away before we even see the root of the corruption."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's will was quite firm, and she immediately commanded the summoned spirit shadows to launch an attack. In order to reduce the consumption of her own magic power, this time the one summoned was Tesla, who possessed the ability of electromagnetism.

Tesla, who manipulates electromagnetic forces, can launch long-range attacks through electromagnetic projection and freely convert magic and electricity.

"Phew, it's been so long since I've felt this tired, and it's been so long since I've felt this excited. Fujimaru Ritsuka-sama, your style is just to my liking."

Ilya tirelessly swung his sword. Would he ever run out of energy? He had never experienced that day, not even in his lifetime.

All that exists for U is the swinging of the sword. The body feels no fatigue, nor does the spirit. So what else is there to say but to move forward?

"N: It seems a bit too reckless, but that's what heroes are all about."

Arash could only shake his head with a smile, but his movements did not slow down in the slightest. Arrows were shot out in a continuous torrent of steel.

"...a futile endeavor."

Upon seeing the crowd in the corridor, they did not flee in fear, but instead launched an attack to counterattack.

The beast that raised the golden cup showed displeasure; she was annoyed by this action.

"They actually challenged me without any Grand Servant? Don't engage in futile battles, don't let me see any pointless actions. Ugh, my head is starting to hurt. So annoying, so annoying, so annoying. Nothing could be more frustrating!"

The creatures here hate filth, laziness, and futility; these things that she finds disgusting only give her a headache.

The agitated beast revealed an evil and terrifying smile. The golden cup she held aloft began to swell, and the corrupt desires flowing out began to transform the complex temple before her, while simultaneously turning into a flood that threatened to engulf the place.

The poisonous blood overflowing from the Golden Cup could transform into a tsunami that covers the entire city, and even the entire world.

Countless desires were poured into that golden cup, becoming the fuel for its growth.

"Let me write the ending for you..."

The toxic blood, transformed from decadent desires, surged forward, ready to devour everything, and the thunderstorm, which had managed to hold on for a minute or two, was directly shattered.

This filthy desire didn't distinguish between the things ahead, only intending to devour everything.

Many temples ahead were swallowed up, and the Sphinx and other mythical beasts within them were also absorbed into the engulfment.

Adard abandoned his battle with the Starry Sky Sphinx, threw the Sphinx, which he had torn apart and resurrected several times, onto the ground, and quickly smashed through the wall towards the location of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Do you wish to take me with you and leave? I'm sorry, but I have to decline that for now."

Adard was also worried about the arrival of the beasts, so he rushed back and planned to take Fujimaru Ritsuka away directly.

After receiving Fujimaru Ritsuka's rejection, the Angry Serpent stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka for a few seconds before turning and flying forward.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Escape

The foul, poisonous blood surged in from all directions, and the temple corridors, already damaged in the previous battle, were seeping out wicked toxins from every crack.

From the gap in the corridor ahead, and from the opening in the corridor in front of Ilya that he had shattered with his sword, a tidal wave surged in, threatening to engulf everything.

This beast came from the other side riding the waves, intending to engulf the prosperous city with a flood and drink up all its riches.

Within this filthy, poisonous blood, there was also the half-body controlled by a beast, which was none other than the crimson demon beast, He, with the appearance of a dragon.

Greed, pride, sloth, gluttony, envy, wrath, and lust—the seven-headed beasts representing these seven deadly sins swim in the torrent of desire, baring their fangs and summoning magic to launch an attack.

Old Ilya stood at the forefront, using his power to divide the ages to block all attacks.

He inherited the old era, leaving everything that was old behind in the past, transforming it into a sacred mountain that maintains the balance of the three realms, ensuring that all darkness and evil cannot invade.

But how could Lin possibly withstand the attack by himself? It was a beast of revelation from beyond the sea, bringing about the fall of mankind.

After a brief exchange with Fujimaru Ritsuka, the Si Nu Snake realized that she was not someone it could persuade, so it turned around and rushed out from behind Ilya, spitting out flames to burn the filthy poisonous blood.

The wrathful serpent spewed death from its mouth, dripping with deadly venom, but the sheer volume of its magical power was still a drop in the ocean compared to the tide that was enough to engulf the city.

The magical beasts that traverse the tides will not allow the raging serpents soaring in the sky to remain unchecked. Magic spears, like the thorns of roses, are shot out from the tides as an attack to try and bring the raging serpents down from the sky.

Sixth, countless rhomboid crystals floated out of the tide, absorbing the magic in the surrounding air, seemingly trying to hinder the raging serpent's actions.

The languid monster Heacadia, covered in sharp thorns and scales, crawled out of the tide and pounced on the raging serpent.

With the combined efforts of the three monsters, Pride, Sloth, and Gluttony, the wrathful serpent's actions were greatly hindered. It could only angrily pounce on Arcadia and try to kill one of the monsters to alleviate its predicament.

Sodan's actions were completely futile, representing the sloth of Arcadia, which closed off hope and the idea of ​​exploration, holding fast to the slothful monster Her with its tough scales, which had no need for development.

Arcadia's armor was incredibly sturdy, making even the Gluttonous Hegula, whose weaknesses hadn't been breached, even more difficult to defeat.

The raging serpent charged forward in a frenzied manner, but it only knocked Arcadia down into the poisonous blood. When the monster got up again, there were only a few marks left on its body from the impact.