The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

But all of this is irrelevant, because the sword has already been swung, and the surging twilight light is powerful enough to shatter the evil dragon completely.

"Fall down, you evil dragon!"

Amidst the roaring lightning, the falling sword light tore everything apart as if slicing through the twilight.

After wielding the sword, Siegfried collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Frankenstein had vanished in the distance.

The only thing left is the land ahead, swallowed up by the poured energy, which has yet to reveal its true form.

but……

Just by looking up, one can see that lightning still lingers in the sky.

"Still no success?"

Siegfried said regretfully, then tried to stand up again to continue swinging his sword.

But even this simple movement caused a large amount of blood to gush out, covering the ground beneath his feet. (8)

That last sword strike had pushed him to his limit; even his spiritual foundation was no longer stable. (5)

"You've done enough, Dragon Slayer. There's only one reason you failed: your opponent was Yu." (7)

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Preparations Before the Flood (6k) ⑹

Words of praise flowed from the pouring magic, yet neither the vast expanse of lightning nor the twilight that slays dragons could ultimately bring down the evil dragon that roamed the earth. (6)

The dragon shattered its remaining energy and magic, dragging its broken body out of the void. (3)

"I must admit, I must admire you, dragon slayer!" (4)

Manju let out a hearty laugh he had never heard before, though every part of his body ached; not a single part was unscathed. (4)

This was a more disheveled appearance than he had ever seen; the scales and bones that clung to his exterior as a dragon's form were almost entirely gone. (2)

His body was covered with burn marks from lightning, and wounds from the dragon-slaying flames that had ripped off his scales and shattered his bones.

But he also gained a sense of satisfaction he had never experienced before, amidst the constant fighting, and under the final lightning and the sword energy of dusk.

"You may be proud now, dragon slayer. I praise you in the name of the gods and affirm your bravery with blessings."

Manju praised loudly, then reached out and grabbed the remaining parts of his body that belonged to the evil dragon.

With a forceful movement, the ground ripped apart, scales, bones, and blood were scattered and thrown onto the ground.

Manju bestowed upon himself the identity and characteristics of a dragon, so this thing naturally seemed to grow out of his body.

But in the midst of pure excitement, what does the pain of tearing one's own flesh matter?

Manju didn't care about this at all, and instead continued to praise Siegfried loudly.

When the last scales and bones were torn off, Manshu was almost completely covered in blood, and the aura of a dragon vanished in an instant.

Golden flames immediately blazed up, engulfing all the bloodstains on Manshu's body.

Just now, the man-eating dragon was standing there.

Now, the evil dragon has vanished, and golden brilliance has fallen to the ground, like a saint walking among mortals.

The light reshaped Manju's body, giving him a completely new aura.

The white bird's feather robe was draped over him once more, and the dazzling flames transformed into specks of holy light surrounding Manshu. When he opened his eyes again, the vertical pupils that belonged to the dragon had disappeared, replaced by the blazing sun.

If it weren't for the dragon's magical core still beating in Manshu's chest, there probably wouldn't be a trace of dragon's aura left on him.

"Are you kidding me...? Everything's actually back to normal?"

Danic could no longer maintain his composure and shouted incredulously.

Indeed, looking at Manshu's newly restored appearance, there was no sign of any damage to him.

On the contrary, the holy light surrounding him was so dazzling that it was hard to look directly at him, and the blazing sun in his eyes made it hard to breathe.

The oppressive aura and imposing presence it brought were even more intense and terrifying than before.

Danic completely lost all other thoughts and could only mutter to himself, his face full of disbelief.

"Don't say that, Archer. You were the final winner. I still failed."

After a period of adjustment, Siegfried, who had been silent, finally managed to squeeze out a sound from his throat.

"I am not worthy of such praise, and I am sorry."

"Hahaha……"

Upon hearing Siegfried's voice, Manshu burst into laughter.

"What unbelievable things are you saying? I am absolutely right, and my praise is naturally correct as well. How can I refuse?"

"Farewell, Dragon Slayer. I came here seeking sacrifices and to inflict calamities of punishment. But today I have obtained enough pleasure, more satisfying than any sacrifice."

Manshu's voice was as undeniably firm as ever, and the dying Dragon Slayer remained silent.

However, Manju didn't care. Instead, he made the lightning rise up again, looked at the earth that had been turned into a mess, and loudly proclaimed.

“Rejoice, for you are fortunate that someone has suffered and been punished for you.”

“You fools, understand in your hearts! Open your mouths to speak what is right, and let the truth flow from your lips.”

If you continue to do evil and utter absurd verses, then this calamity will not pass; it will come upon you again one day, and the great fire will fall from the sky upon your homes, causing your heads to fall to the ground and your bodies to turn to ashes.”

After Manju finished pronouncing the verdict, he fell back to the ground.

"So, do you still not know how great your victory is? You have saved these villains from my hands, and with your heroic figure, you have covered up their filthy sins in my eyes."

Siegfried was momentarily at a loss for words to answer Manshu, but upon reflection, he realized it was indeed true.

Although he was unable to win, he saved the others from the dragon's clutches.

That means it wasn't a complete loss, so that's good, and he can rest assured.

"That's... wonderful!"

Siegfried muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips, and then... disappeared from the scene.

"Indeed, it's wonderful to be able to see this scene."

Manshu agreed, leaving behind the last bit of residue, which he held in his hand and put away.

Having done this, Manjusaka rose from this land once more and headed straight for the castle of the Thousand World Tree.

The castle has mostly collapsed, with only a few buildings a little further away remaining intact, but even those have cracks all over their walls.

It's fortunate that when this castle was built, aesthetics weren't considered at all; it was purely for military purposes.

So some debris remained, and it didn't completely collapse.

Manshu stepped directly inside, heading straight for the most important treasures housed in the castle.

That was Darnick's greatest gain sixty years ago: the Greater Grail he stole from Fuyuki City during the Third Holy Grail War, using the power of Nazi Germany.

The moment you see that thing, you can understand that it is the thing that all the Servants who have been summoned to the present world are fighting for. It is a huge amount of colorless and transparent magical power that has accumulated for more than 60 years and is swirling in the Greater Grail.

However, unlike the Lesser Grail, which is shaped like a golden cup, the Greater Grail is actually a huge altar with the Winter Saint Justessa Rislesie von Einzbern at its heart.

This is a miracle accomplished using the third magic, a technique passed down through generations of the Einzbern family.

Manju used his magic and power to retrieve the Greater Grail from beneath the Yggdrasil Castle and then took it with him.

The process went smoothly without any hindrance. Even Danic himself froze in place until Manshu's figure disappeared for a while before clenching his fist and slamming it into the ground.

　Transit group: 2940↓4sanwu64 "It's absolutely terrible...a one-sided situation..."

Danic murmured, his reason holding him back from doing anything rash.

The situation before us couldn't be simpler: relying solely on ourselves, along with the forces of those who still obey our commands, is simply not enough.

We must rely on the strength of the red side to have any chance of winning.

At least he had to win in this way; only by defeating the black Archer could Vlad III demonstrate his strength.

Otherwise, the demons protecting the country would be completely suppressed, and if that Noble Phantasm were truly unleashed, the vampires would probably be of little use against such an opponent.

"Go back, there's still no chance of winning."

In the end, Danic regained his composure, let out a breath, and strode back to the dilapidated castle.

Not long after, on the ravaged land, a hand holding a book emerged from the ground, and then a person jumped out.

"Phew, Knight Astolfo has escaped!"

Astolfo appeared to have struggled quite a bit to escape from the deep pit where he was imprisoned.

Just as he excitedly made a sound and felt smug for a moment, he discovered the problem with his surroundings.

"It's already over? Damn it! You really weren't a good person, Archer, Archer!"

Astolfo shouted with resentment.

……

"The Greater Grail... they actually got it."

Manju looked at the Holy Grail that he had held in the air with his magic, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was still no sound from behind.

My choices have always been correct; even if I suffer serious damage, I must maintain a presentable image.

My thoughts were indeed correct as always. As a king and a hero, I must show my best side.

If one cannot fully display one's bravery and heroic spirit, how can one live up to the praises given by the people who worship one?

Although it was because staying in the hall for too long was too boring, so I decided to come here to try it out, I still got a satisfactory result.

The sacrifice of the heroes alone is enough to bring joy, not to mention the Holy Grail held in their hands.

With this, the next step will be much easier.

There will be no more obstacles. With Black's strength also reduced, their enemies will only have to wait until the flood rises from the horizon.

When they acted at that crucial moment, they lost all possibilities, losing even their last sliver of hope.

Victory is often like this: if you don't seize the fleeting opportunity, it will slip away quietly through your fingers, and you won't be able to find it again even if you want to.

Instead of dwelling on this, let's wait and hope.

I wonder if that person is watching my actions, and whether my actions have gone too far?

Every time the time comes to implement it, I always feel inexplicably more worried and anxious, which is truly remarkable.