The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

This guy obviously had no other choice, so Manshu only said it symbolically.

Needless to say, the king naturally stands at the pinnacle of oppression, and Spartacus is not one to choose submission; he is a complete rebel.

Even with the highest level of berserk mode, Spartacus can still distinguish whether the person standing in front of him is an oppressor.

"What overflowing arrogance! Ha ha ha, come and trample me, try to crush me!"

Spartacus roared with excitement, biting his Roman dagger, and charged forward with a loud laugh.

"Since you already know the fate that awaits you, I will not issue any further pronouncements."

"Since he is a rebellious madman, then the thunder that falls should be his judgment."

From Manju's voice, lightning shot from his hand and then fell from the sky.

The lightning struck Spartacus with a resounding roar, attempting to hinder his movements.

But such lightning alone is hardly enough; such thunder can only stop aimless fools.

Spartacus was indeed a berserker; he had lost most of his rationality and was completely out of control.

However, his inner goals remained unwavering, and his principles never changed.

Even in a frenzy, the dream within remains, and it drives one forward, relentlessly forward.

How could mere prejudice and hatred sustain such behavior?

Shouldn't such a powerful, natural lightning strike instill fear? Shouldn't it make even the most stubborn tremble?

Therefore, what descends at this moment is not merely the might of thunder, but also the overwhelming power of heaven capable of crushing this rebel before them.

“Archangel Gabriel, I need your assistance. I beg you to come to my side, sound the trumpet in your hand, and bring destruction upon my enemies.”

Just as it is written in the book, God commanded Gabriel to attack and destroy those adulterers, so that they would destroy one another in battle.

Amidst the thunderous roar, one-third of Manju's magic power was channeled into a horn, bringing with it a pervasive sense of doom and destruction.

In an instant, all the land around Spartacus was turned into dust; the trees, the weeds, and the soil were all pulverized.

Even the lightning that was initially shot down could no longer make a sound, and was destroyed along with it, leaving only Spartacus standing there.

His body was being annihilated continuously, his flesh and blood flying everywhere, disappearing without a trace.

But despite being injured and his body being broken down, Spartacus's size did not change at all; in fact, it continued to increase.

Spartacus's wounds healed much slower than they were torn apart, but the dismembered parts of his flesh swelled up like ulcers.

It was like an excessive rebirth, where the wounded areas swelled even more, and the destruction brought by the horn, without pricking/hedge →!4摺≡·代購＃：⒉￥■⑼≯○肆↑＂琳＂⑷∠〗彡瞴6〃four-severed enhancement of Spartacus.

"O oppressor, it's not enough, far from enough! I will... I will defeat you!"

The wounded beast roared, and the horn of destruction pressed him downwards relentlessly, but it could not make him lower his head.

The Roman dagger in his hand had long been destroyed; he could only raise his head and speak through his own body and will.

And as his body gradually swelled, Spartacus's power grew increasingly terrifying; to the sound of the horn, he was even about to stand up and continue his attack.

"Even Gabriel's horn couldn't destroy you? It seems that was a miscalculation. What I should have asked for was a red cross."

Manju frowned at this, realizing that he was still not producing enough magic power.

Although the horns could be sounded continuously, the power was insufficient to destroy Spartacus in one fell swoop.

This, in turn, allowed Spartacus to absorb even more power, and his body was now twisted into an bloated alien.

He could only retreat a few steps and return to the position of the stronghold, in order to invoke the power of the magic array that had been established in its nascent stage.

Although the city was only in its initial stages, his authority was sufficient to begin implementing it.

The purpose of building this city was to be able to exert power; as for offerings to God, that was a separate matter.

Manju himself could not be considered a devout believer; his actions and deeds were more about satisfying his personal desires.

Exercising power is of course for the purpose of victory, and given that victory can be guaranteed, one should try one's best to satisfy one's desires.

This isn't the first time this has been brought up; as long as things are done safely, a little playful banter isn't a big problem.

“Archangel Michael, valiant and fearless challenger, one of the seven angels before the throne of God, I beseech you to display the power to subdue the evil dragon and bind it tightly, and to protect the glory of this city of God.”

So Manjushri had no choice but to speak again, calling upon the heavens for new power.

In any case, the task of protecting this city-state was just right for Michael and Gabriel.

These two archangels once served as guardians of Israel, protecting its people from harm by other nations.

The red cross flashed in the sky, then transformed into a longsword, revealing Michael's divine power.

The sword fell from the sky, its light filtering through the moonlight, splattering blood onto the ground.

Spartacus, who was still struggling, was defeated by the sword that fell from the sky, and Gabriel was still playing his horn.

The swollen and twisted flesh was torn apart directly, and even the ever-expanding body and the indomitable will could no longer endure it.

Bathed in the angelic light, Spartacus collapsed to the ground, incapacitated, yet miraculously not destroyed.

"A body truly born solely to endure suffering."

Manju could only click his tongue in amazement at this, but considering that this guy had once received the Tear Star from Attila, who possessed the Holy Grail, it was not surprising.

Manju shook his hand, mobilized his power to grab Spartacus, parted the ground behind him, and built a cage with earth and stones to put him inside.

Next, it was time to deal with the other two. Artemis's golden arrows were ultimately just a means of obstruction; the sounds of hooves and wheels were already reaching Manjus's ears.

Chapter Sixteen: The Charge Ceases

"Artemis's golden arrow was only used as a barrier; it seems that the Black Archer wants to eliminate Berserker first."

The rain of arrows that Artemis shot was naturally in accordance with Manjusaka's wishes when she made her plea.

Therefore, it was not intended to kill the enemy, but only to intercept.

Moreover, this goddess of nature is capricious; who knows if she would actually be willing to shoot her own followers?

So Manjusaka simply made this wish, and thus the power manifested as a rain of arrows.

Achilles, steer his chariot, intended to drive straight through the rain of arrows fired by the goddess and get out of the attack range first.

But if they could evade so easily, Artemis, the master of the wilderness, would be disgracing the goddess of hunting!

The bow and arrow are Artemis's most prominent symbol, and she also holds the divine authority of archery.

Therefore, Achilles' chariot was ultimately forced to turn around in order to avoid the impending rain of arrows.

Besides her hunting and nature aspects, Artemis also has a side involving disease and death.

Legend has it that her arrows bring sudden death and disease to women. Achilles need not fear her, but Atalanta is also on his chariot.

Therefore, the chariot of Gale could only wait until all the golden arrows fell from the sky before charging forward again.

"Berserker has probably been defeated. That beast is not worthy to fight against a great hero. If nothing unexpected happens, the Black Archer will probably be Hercules."

Achilles asserted that the only hero he could think of who could shoot such terrifying long-range arrows as before and wield the goddess's golden arrows was Heracles.

“No, the previous arrow did look somewhat like it, but I can confirm that it wasn’t Heracles. And this arrow from the goddess certainly wasn’t shot by him.”

Atalanta shook her head in denial, as she was certain of it having once traveled with Hercules on the Argo.

"Then who else is qualified?"

Achilles, who was driving the chariot, looked puzzled.

"I can only see it for myself; I didn't smell anything familiar."

Atalanta frowned as she spoke. As a hunter, she should be sharp enough, but until now, she hadn't caught even the slightest hint of her opponent's presence.

And at that very moment, Manjusaki summoned Michael's sword and struck down Spartacus.

(v) By the time Spartacus was thrown into the city and placed in a cage, the chariot had already arrived at its position.

6. "The red team's Rider and Archer... unfortunately, you're a step too late."

4 At this moment, Manju sat on the rudimentary city wall that had been built, watching the chariots that were rushing in with a howling wind, and let out a relaxed laugh.

"If the three of you had joined forces to challenge me, you might have been able to suffer a dignified defeat. But since you've arrived too late, you'd better taste the bitter fruit of your actions."

"It's definitely not Hercules. How dare you speak so arrogantly? Let me first put an end to your arrogance and see if you're worthy to be my opponent."

Achilles saw Manjus's appearance and was able to determine that the person before him was not Heracles as he had imagined.

In that case, he had no intention of tolerating such contemptuous and provocative words.

Atalanta jumped off the chariot on her own initiative, and Achilles grabbed the reins, causing the chariot to gallop wildly.

"Come on, Archer of the Black faction, show me your power. If you can't even stop my chariot, then everything you just said will be a joke."

Achilles rode in a chariot drawn by two immortal steeds given to him by Poseidon, the god of the sea, and a famous steed he had stolen from the time of Etion.

This chariot is also the Noble Phantasm that consumes the most mana when Achilles is summoned as a Rider.

The galloping steed can accelerate the chariot to the speed of sound in an instant, turning the entire chariot into a giant, fast-moving meat grinder.

"Red Rider, are you really going to use your chariot to test me? Should I call you a bold madman or a complete fool?"

When faced with Achilles charging forward in his chariot, Manjusaka responded with a dismissive laugh.

He had already made that promise when he faced Spartacus.

Just as they had protected Israel, the great angels Michael and Gabriel would also protect his city.

Right behind Manju, Gabriel, as the holy guardian, lowered his protection and spread his wings in front of Manju.

Meanwhile, Michael once again wielded his sword, and a crimson cross descended in the form of a sword, slashing towards Achilles.

Manshu rarely felt such a large amount of magic power being used up, making her feel unable to sustain it.

However, the next instant, with each breath, the depleted magic power was restored.

At this point, Manshu was able to maintain maximum output at any time, but he couldn't exceed it; he could only rely on the establishment of a position.

Michael's longsword slashed at the oncoming meat grinder, and the three horses collided with the sword with the force of a sonic boom.

The violent collision immediately produced a startling sound, accompanied by the horses' cries of alarm.

Then, from the other side, a fully charged arrow was shot through the smoke and dust.

"The timing was good."

Unfortunately, Manju was fully prepared. Even though he didn't think Achilles could get through, he had Gabriel protect him.