The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Upon noticing Avisbro's arrival, she opened her eyes, stood up, and used her claws to push open the palace doors.

"So it was the divine beast from that day, its golden fur looks even more dazzling now." (9) {0±5‰”

Avisbro hurried through the area without paying much attention.

However, the dazzling golden fur was indeed impressive, prompting Avisbro to utter a few words of admiration.

However, the lion standing there still exerted a considerable pressure on people, so he didn't look at it for long and walked past it into the palace.

“Caster Avisbro, well, although we are still on the same side at this moment, I didn’t expect someone to come and visit me.”

"But now that you've come here and entered my palace, come forward and speak out what you desire."

Manshu opened his eyes, his previous fatigue completely gone, replaced by a radiance like the rising sun.

However, his tone wasn't too harsh; he spoke in a calm voice.

Avisbro was slightly pleased to see this attitude, but he didn't dare to rush forward. Instead, he walked over at a normal pace.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for listening to my request and giving me the opportunity to resolve my confusion."

Avisbro walked to the bottom of the stairs, spoke respectfully, and then looked straight up at the stairs to get to the point.

"I have heard that King Ninglu's lineage traces back to the original humans created by the Creator, and even to the fur of the sea monster Leviathan. I wonder if you know anything about Eden, about the story of our past paradise."

Avisbro asked devoutly, his dream being to challenge the creation of the original man, Adam.

Moreover, unlike Victor Frankenstein's creation of the original humans for the purpose of fame and fortune.

Avisbro acted to avert the calamity befalling his people, to bring true paradise to the world, and to save it.

However, he also hoped to hear what the paradise was like. At least until his Noble Phantasm was completed, he could only imagine it through fantasy.

"Is that the problem? Then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Caster. I can't tell you what the paradise looks like, and I might even have to deny your wish."

Manshu continued calmly, but it made Avisbro suddenly raise his head and look at Manshu.

"You...you're even going to veto my wish?"

“It’s eight, Caster. You want to create Adam, you want to bring the world back to Eden, don’t you?”

Manju sat on his throne, his calm and unwavering tone causing Avisbro to feel a sense of unease.

“Yes, that is my wish, King Nimrod. I think it is not something you should deny. Returning to the paradise of Eden is the salvation we deserve, the salvation that comes from there.”

Avisbro's voice rose a few decibels, as if he were arguing.

“This cannot be allowed, Caster. The Tower of Babel will inevitably collapse, and humanity will never be able to return to Eden.”

The scorching sun shone from Manjusaka's eyes, illuminating the entire palace and bringing with it heat.

Manshu said firmly, his voice allowing no room for doubt or argument.

At least most people would be unable to open their mouths and say anything in his appearance, because his open eyes are the greatest intimidation, oppressing people and rendering them unable to think.

"Have you...already foreseen the ending?"

Avisbro was also calmed down by the voice, but he was still somewhat unwilling, so he turned to ask.

“Caster, the universe itself is God’s love, and He has already laid everything out in His mercy and righteousness. There is no need to ask any more questions. If you think that all of this is still necessary, then follow your own thoughts.”

"But that is all. This is my final gift to you for the help you provided in building this fortress. Now depart, and return when the final trumpet sounds once more."

After Manshu finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed a lump of clay and shaped it into the shape of a little person. Then he brought it to his mouth.

"God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living being."

After saying this, Manshu blew on the clay figure in his hand and threw it away.

The clay figure, upon landing on the ground, immediately came to life and stood up, though somewhat bewildered, waving its hands.

"This is……"

Seeing this, Avisbro was so surprised that he was speechless, not knowing what was going on for a moment.

"Alright, that concludes all the relationships here. There's no need to bring it up again."

"Take my last gift with you, and then keep walking south without stopping. When we meet again, it will probably be the day this tower collapses."

After speaking, Manshu closed his eyes again, leaned back in his chair, and remained motionless.

Meanwhile, the palace gates on the other side were also opened, letting light into the palace and reminding the people standing below that it was time to leave.

Avisbro's mind was a little confused for a moment, but he didn't have time to think about it. He picked up the mud figure that was still looking bewildered from the ground and hurriedly walked out.

When Sekhmet, who was guarding the door, saw Avisbro come out, he shrank a bit and went into the hall, then closed the palace door from the inside.

Then the android came over to guide him, and Fiore escorted him out of the fortress.

"What kind of person is Archer, really?"

Only after they had left the fortress did Avisbro turn to Fiore and ask her a question.

"I spent a few days with Wang Cai, how dare I presume to speculate on his personality?"

Fiore simply shook her head, unwilling to say anything more, and Avisbro could only give up and leave.

As he left, he couldn't help but look back, lost in thought.

……

"Although I managed to save my garden, winning seems impossible. I don't want to admit it, but I have to face reality."

The Black Faction's Archer, Nimrod, that Servant is completely overpowered; in this era's terms, he should be called a bug.

The severely damaged Sky Garden landed on the ground after a period of escape. The excessive damage meant that if the operation continued, the garden would likely collapse completely.

Therefore, the Garden eventually landed on a sparsely populated plain. It must be said that the Yggdrasilian people had been operating there for a long enough time, providing ample territory for the great war.

But clearly this was not something to be thankful for, said Semiramis, the Assyrian queen and owner of the Hanging Gardens, to her master.

Although there was still a glimmer of hope in Kotomine Shiro's eyes, it shows that what he said before was at least not a false lie in his heart.

However, Semiramis remained skeptical. As one of the oldest poisoners, lies and conspiracies were perfectly normal to her.

"You're right, it's precisely because Black's Archer is too overpowered that Red has been completely defeated by him."

Kotomine Shiro nodded, agreeing with Semiramis's words.

“I understand now. The rest of the Black Faction should be getting restless, especially Lancer Vlad III and his Master Darnic.”

Semiramis was only heartbroken over her garden and hadn't thought much about it at the moment, but Kotomine Shiro's mention of it made her realize this.

"The Red team's opinion is more unified than the Black team's, and in this respect, there is still room for them to win."

Kotomine Shiro said this, but there is still one Master on the Red side who cannot maintain a unified opinion, but it is definitely enough.

All he needed was the Greater Grail, and to make a wish upon it.

Now that an unexpected situation has arisen, he has to make some decisions that were not expected.

The fact that I'm still alive means that hope still exists.

“Send familiars to contact the Yggdrasil clan. Also, invite our Saber and his Master to the church in Sigheswara again. Faced with an unprecedentedly formidable enemy, it is necessary to unite, at least on the front lines.”

Kotomine Shiro spoke to Semiramis, his face showing no sign of discouragement or despair.

"At least for this reason, I still like you very much. Who knows, you might be quite suitable to be the second king?"

"Let's decide when we get to that point."

Kotomine Shiro smiled and was about to set off.

……

"There won't be many peaceful days left, but there will be enough."

Inside the palace, Manju calmly gazed ahead. As long as he sat there, as long as the temple was still under construction, his eyes could see far enough into the distance.

However, the future isn't all that rosy. If we blindly follow what we see of the future, wouldn't that be too boring?

Even if what you see is absolutely correct, it's still hard to get people to actually implement it.

At least for Manshu, this is the only way he can confirm his victory, but the steps he takes are up to him.

Blindly following what is right is really not a good approach.

Whether as Manju himself or as anyone else, even as a hunter, it is absolutely unacceptable.

Although it is said that leaving the outcome to the unknown is what the prey should do.

But for hunters, occasional vanity can sometimes lead them to prioritize dignity over survival.

For Manshu, vanity might not just be an occasional thing, but it was precisely the emotion that brought him genuine feelings.

"So come quickly, so I can witness a sight that may be even more beautiful than last night's sun."

Manju sat in his palace, waiting for the water vapor to gradually spread and for a white line to rise from the horizon.

At that time, heroes will sing songs as they rush out from what is indeed a palace, though not Valhalla, and launch a heroic attack on the one who brought about the end of the world.

It's really a headache. How did it end up being positioned like this out of nowhere?

But it was certainly interesting enough that Manshu allowed things to happen.

However, it is still necessary to make preparations in advance. If the Tower of Babel cannot avoid the flood, then the only hope will come from the behemoths of the abyss.

“Fiore, bring that android over here. He participated in the construction of the temple and was in the glory of the gods. He should be somewhat qualified.”

Since those heroic warriors staying in the palace are preparing for the battle of the end times, how can the demon king who is about to unleash the end times just stand by and watch?

……

"Are you planning to deal with your own ally before the war between the two sides ends?"

The knight dressed in women's clothing frowned and loudly questioned the man standing in front of her.

"No, the great war between the Red and Black sides has basically come to an end. More than half of the Masters on the Red side have chosen to surrender to us, as witnessed by the Church's overseers."

"Therefore, what follows is the true Holy Grail War. Rider⑵≈》㈨∞☆四０〔4[＿3｀“乌【liu㈣腫~⊥转＿⊙:，You should know that the correct approach in the Holy Grail War is for the weak to unite and eliminate the strong.”

Danic replied to Astolfo.

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I'll probably be posting longer chapters and updating in the evenings most of the time recently, around this time. It might be a little later on the 5th, because I'll be going home that day.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Calamity