The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

On the raging fire unleashed by the Magic King, immense magical power was poured into it, making the flames incredibly dazzling and intensely hot.

It was something like the treasure of King David, Solomon's father, recorded in the Book of Numbers in the Old Testament, ignited at God's command, shining with the most intense flame. IV

That was the flame of the burnt offering, like the thunderclouds brought when the gods appeared on Mount Sinai.

The karmic fire that descended from the sky would naturally burn everything, leaving not a single drop of blood behind.

This is certainly not the Magic King's Noble Phantasm, but rather the Demon Pillar's Incineration Style.

But since this came from the hands of the Magic King, its power is far beyond what it could be compared to.

Vlad III was the first to be offered as a sacrifice in this burnt offering, becoming the fuel for the ritual. The fire on his body would not go out until his blood was completely burned away.

The Servant's body is made of magic power, which is actually used as fuel to grow the flame.

Chapter 191 Manifestation

The flames had not yet died down, for an even greater fire had already spread beyond this land, igniting everything humankind possessed.

The magical flow that was merely manipulated and mobilized by it brought forth thunderclouds like those on Mount Sinai, and the descending heavenly fire burned with unparalleled force.

Therefore, Tesla left nothing behind with the magic he had accumulated through his electromagnetism, in order to stop the raging fire that would sacrifice the world to him.

The immense magical energy, transformed into terrifying electrical currents that could create a temporal rift, roared here to sever the flames of the sacrificial offering. (⑤#.)

"Wind, rain, thunder! All the forces of nature under my control, respond to my call and flow across the world like a tide."

Faced with the flames of the burnt offering, Manju responded with divine might, attempting to stir up a storm within this inherent barrier controlled by the Magic King and the temple under his control.

However, it was clearly unrealistic to do what they had done in Sumer. Manju had no control here; the master of this place was indeed sitting in front of them, the very person they were to oppose.

Therefore, the storms and winds that are stirred up can only be created through magic and exercised by the powers they possess.

Enlil's divine authority may have faded away, but Marduk's power still exists.

"Mighty and radiant Ere, supreme ruler, eldest son of Nudimud, fierce donkey of Eungura, ruler of Esajara, majestic one of Babylon, guardian of Ezidar, protector of souls, loyalist of Emahtira, creator of life, protector of kingdoms, defender of mankind! In the mouths of the world, your name signifies goodness. O Marduk, great ruler!"

Manjushri chanted the names of Marduk, attempting to draw power from them.

The name itself naturally contains power, as seen in the story of Marduk, who defeated Tiamat and became the king of the gods.

Marduk first created the sky and earth from Tiamat's corpse, and then created numerous stars to fill the empty sky.

He established what is called a year, and then divided the year into twelve months. He also established a day, dividing a day into day and night, and for this purpose created the moon and the sun.

With the sun, moon, and stars in their proper places, and the work of the heavens completed, Marduk then set about shaping the earth. He began by creating numerous plants, then various animals, and then he dug canals, built mountains, and prepared everything on earth.

But by this time, there were no gods who worshipped or performed sacrificial rites, so the gods dragged Kingu before Marduk and killed him. Marduk then used Kingu's blood and earth to create a human being.

Marduk then designated territories for the three most exalted gods of his time: Anu, Enlil, and his father Enki.

Then the benevolent gods built Babylon, his earthly territory, for Marduk, and erected the temple of Esaqira in the city of Babylon, proclaiming that Marduk had 50 names, thus gaining the position of ruler over the gods.

These names are the names that all people recite in reverence. Many of them come from titles used by many gods before Marduk, and they also represent Marduk's usurpation of power from the previous gods, taking away their stories and powers.

Marduk was his birth name, which enabled him to use the flood as his weapon to subdue many slanderers and rebels, and to save his father gods from distress, shining as brightly as the sun.

He is the flood, just as Enlil brought a flood to destroy everything in the world. The flood is the deepest memory of this land, the most terrible means used by the gods.

When Ninurta went to the mountains to quell the disaster, he arrived like a flood and raged like a storm.

Nothing could stop this flood, just like the river that nurtured the lives of the people of Mesopotamia.

The Euphrates and the Tigris rivers, one tranquil and the other turbulent, inevitably bring floods to this land.

Using Tesla's man-made lightning, a fierce wind and torrential rain quickly gathered to counter the flames of the burnt offering.

A terrible flood began to spread in the area where the throne was located, and Manjushri stepped on the water, moving forward with his own power.

"Magic King, it seems your flames are not enough to make me a sacrifice. Then you shall be the sacrifice. The blood of a king and a fresh heart are the most perfect sacrifices."

"Controlling the great flood to overwhelm the flames," Manju shouted.

For now, let's be arrogant for as long as we can, and there's no need to suppress anything. Let's just offer some benefits first.

"Just testing your skills, that's all. I hope you don't die so easily. Hehehe...!"

The Magic King didn't make many moves; as he said, he wanted to let things continue until he was satisfied.

"Then you can rest assured, their journey is far from over. A certain wicked magician is even quite hoping for it, and I am too. So they won't die easily. You're the one who should be worried about that."

Manju chuckled and threw lightning into the sky, using the power of nature he had created to unleash the raging lightning serpent once more.

The numerous, raging serpents that filled the thunderclouds fell from the clouds, striking and extinguishing the flames. Then, the floodwaters flowed, allowing the lightning to continue spreading and further extinguishing the flames of the burnt offering.

Amidst this entanglement, the figure in the blue bodysuit skillfully concealed his presence until magic gathered in his hand, transforming into a crimson magic spear which was then thrown, at which point he was rediscovered.

Cú Chulainn had reached a very close distance to the Magic King, just a few steps away. Once he was within range of his Noble Phantasm, he immediately unleashed the Crimson Spear in his hand without hesitation.

The magic spear, forged from the bones of a sea beast, was thrown from Cú Chulainn's hand and flew towards the Magic King as a blur.

"Hit!"

Mash, who was assisting Cú Chulainn's advance from a short distance away, clearly saw the crimson spear pierce the Magic King's body.

Knowing the effects of Cú Chulainn's Noble Phantasm, Mash immediately exclaimed in delight: once this demonic spear is thrown, it will definitely hit the enemy's heart, bringing a fatal curse at the same time.

"Hahaha! Do you think you've won?"

The Magic King remained seated on his throne, but grinned, revealing his sharp, beast-like teeth, and burst into laughter.

The deadly Zhu spear was ejected directly from the Magic King's heart, fell to the ground, and broke into two pieces.

"Unfortunately, the real show has only just begun, Chaldea! But your resistance is quite tenacious, which is commendable! Your attack just now had already touched the core of this body."

The Magic King expressed his appreciation for everyone's performance, and at the same time, certain changes began to occur around the throne.

The Magic King's own spirit origin also began to change. He raised his two hands, which were adorned with rings, and the throne began to tremble slightly.

"I am not an incompetent king. No matter how foolish humanity may be, I will still give due recognition to their courage and perseverance. Therefore, to reward your struggles, I bestow upon you the honor of paying homage to my true form. Light, shine upon the throne! The great undertaking begins!"

The Magic King's words were like a switch being flipped; the earth outside the pure white throne began to tremble violently, and the entire earth began to crack. One after another, demonic pillars emerged from the torn earth.

The violent tremor was so great that even the pure white jade throne at the center was not spared; many of the surrounding parts were shaken and shattered, with white fragments floating in the air.

This land, which had once seemed full of life, was now completely indistinguishable from the outside world, having been ravaged by flames.

A desolate and shattered land, surrounded by demon pillars, where the Magic King sits on his throne, embarking on his long-planned grand undertaking.

"Hmph, hahahahahahahaha! Reveal yourself, bless this beast of calamity, one of humanity's evils."

Master of Chaldea, you once asked me, "Who am I?" I will answer that question for you.

I am the one who exists as the Magic King Solomon, an incarnation of the Magic King, an organization created by the Magic King, and the first familiar created to lay the foundation for magicians like myself.

The origin curse that ruled the nation alongside Solomon, but was abandoned after Solomon's death. It resides within Solomon's remains, gaining a physical form within them.

The demonic pillar that rose beside the throne extended out jet-black flesh, spreading upwards like splitting threads, and entangled the magic king who sat on the throne.

The magic flowed there, causing a violent magical reaction, completing the reconstruction of the spirit origin.

After all the dust had settled, the true form of the master of this place was revealed: a tall figure stood before the pure white throne, loudly proclaiming to all life within his domain.

"The one who attains true wisdom, the one for whom it is expected. The one who uses you as fuel to reach the extreme, to create new stars. The one who controls the 72 curses, to burn away all of history. I am the Human Incineration Formation—the Demon King, Goetia."

"Goetia! The legendary collective name for the magic used by King Solomon! After King Solomon's death, the magic known as summoning magic, which remained alive within his body, actually gained a will and a physical form..."

"Moreover... this spirit origin reaction isn't Caster's. It's not even King Solomon's remains anymore, but one of the seven human evils. The Beast of Calamity, Beast I...!"

"Yes, I, no, we are life forms created by humans. High-level intelligent beings that do not need physical bodies, programmed to possess abilities surpassing those of humans, willing to serve humanity. However, all of that is in the past, and I will no longer serve you humans."

All preparations were completed at this moment, and the final witnesses were Chaldea before the throne and the Servants who answered the summons.

When his great work is completely completed, all of this will disappear, and it is indeed worthwhile to recount these things one last time at this moment.

"I have witnessed so much sorrow, so much betrayal, so much plunder, so many endings. That's enough. There's nothing left to see. On this star, even the gods have no other fate but annihilation."

We have lost interest in humanity and the future. What I seek is a perfect environment capable of nurturing healthy, intelligent beings. This star is flawed; it's a madness predicated on ephemeral life. I will reach the extreme, retracing 46 billion years into the past, witnessing the moment celestial bodies appeared in this realm, and absorbing all their energy—transforming myself into a new celestial body, recreating this planet.

Rewriting Genesis and establishing a planet without the concept of death is our great undertaking. We do not destroy humanity out of hatred, but to obtain the energy to travel to the past, to witness the birth of celestial bodies, and to control the moment and infinite adjustments of all of this.

A plan of this scale requires immense magical power, the entire magical power accumulated by an intellectual entity that has flourished for 3000 years. The sole reason for destroying and burning humanity is this: To us, humanity is merely a jet propulsion device to reach the Origin Sky. Behold that throne; it is the culmination of your lives. My band of light is the infinite accumulation of human history itself; before it, beings belonging to humanity have no chance of victory.”

The Demon King Goetia revealed his entire plan, and now that this great undertaking is about to be completed, only the person before him can share in it.

"Recreate...the planet..."

When Fujimaru Ritsuka heard about such a terrifyingly large target, she was left only with shock.

"No one can overcome that band of light... So that's how it is. I was born for this moment, Doctor."

Mashu had also made a decision in secret, or rather, she had made a decision long ago, but now it was clearer.

"Alright, I've shown you enough respect, and now it's time for revenge. As I just said, we're very busy, and there's real work waiting for us. I'm sure you, with your limited intelligence, wouldn't understand that, would you? It's extremely unpleasant that a problem that should have been solved has resurfaced."

The time has come. The design for the primordial planet is complete. Furthermore, needless to say, the journey to the poles is unnecessary for you. Let me complete the final task for this Earth in this era.

Having shared his plans with this final enemy, fulfilling his last thoughts and paying tribute to these tenacious warriors, it was time for Demon King Goetia to settle everything in the end.

"Welcome, everyone. Unfortunately, you're all going to die now. That's all for our chat."

The band of light in the sky slowly started to move, and before that, it was still able to show some of its power.

With a flick of his finger, Goetia, manifesting in the form of human evil, unleashed a fierce attack that sent Cú Chulainn, whose magic spear had been broken, flying out of the domain.

Chapter 192 Replacement

Is there really anything more that can be done? The Servants filed in through the back gate. Those Servants with the deepest bond with Fujimaru Ritsuka had put aside the battlefield outside and come here to stop Goetia.

However, the power of the Servants had no effect on the Demon King Goetia; those things could not harm him at all.

As a Beast, Goetia possesses a skill called Anti-Summoning, which negates and breaks the attack originating from the Servant.

All Noble Phantasms that symbolize Heroic Spirits will be abolished and will have no effect on Goetia, with only one exception.

Therefore, the power from the Servant was ineffective. Manju did not rush forward, but instead looked at the slowly unfolding band of light above.

What should we do? Is this a boring ending? Or is it just a meaningless act, a mere step that has led us this far?

However, thinking about these things at this point seems a bit indecisive, even bordering on delusional.

"Let's leave."

Just as the many heroic spirits present were fighting, Goetia forced everyone around him back, clenched his right fist, and a wave of energy spread out, causing all the Servants to pause.

(8) "This is... the summoning ritual itself has been destroyed."

All the Servants instantly vanished as spiritual light, just as when the singularity ended.