The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Otherwise, she wouldn't have specifically landed on Manshu to wait here for revenge.

This time there was no concealment or hindrance whatsoever. The giant lion, shimmering like flowing gold, unleashed its own storm and sandstorm, ready to tear apart the enemy before it.

"It seems I must take care of you, you lion, first. Let's continue the battle we started last time. This time, I'm determined to make you my hero!"

Achilles showed no fear whatsoever, and brandishing his Meteor Spear, he charged directly at the lion.

"This guy... forgets what his purpose is as soon as he gets to the point."

Atalanta, who was behind, sighed, but she didn't intend to stand idly by. She nocked an arrow and shot it.

"Then I'll leave that lion to you two. I haven't met Archer from the Black Faction yet, so let me go and see him first."

A red lightning bolt grazed past Atalanta, leaving behind only pleasant words without lingering.

"How could you possibly cross such a distance by yourself?"

Atalanta simply said calmly.

However, Mordred could no longer hear it; she arrived ahead without stopping.

She stepped over Achilles, who was fighting the golden lion, and made her entrance with a loud voice, unleashing a powerful strike with fiery red lightning.

"You could have chosen to run away, because your opponent is Mordred!"

But the only response was that the thrown light gun was cut down by crimson lightning, and Mordred stared in astonishment at what was happening before him.

"Where did these... come from, an angelic legion?"

The group of androids that appeared before Mordred were no longer recognizable as they had been before.

They took up the weapons they were given and armed themselves, and received blessings from the angels.

A holy light shone upon them as they raised high their heavenly-blessed armor, shields, spears, and swords.

The light of diamonds and gold emanated from them, and for some reason, pure white wings made of magic grew on their armor.

This made them look like an angelic guard from heaven, which even surprised Mordred slightly.

But that was all the rebellious knight could do. He let out a soft breath and temporarily put aside his surprise.

"Whether you are angels or whatever, since you are blocking my way, you'd better obediently be swept away by me."

Mordred brandished the rebellious royal sword in his hand, channeling the surging magic power within him as he charged forward.

The released magic descended upon the earth as crimson lightning, a rebellious bolt that threatened to tear apart the light before it.

But how could this group of people, who have received blessings, be so easily destroyed? (ii) 9◇¨zero∧‰⒌∴″

They raised their shields, gripped their guns and swords, and charged forward.

Mordred's attack was initially blocked by the shields. Although one or two people were knocked away by the force, the rest managed to block it with their shields.

Then, those who were holding guns, just as they had done at the beginning, raised their guns above their heads and threw them.

However, what was thrown was not a physical gun, but a light gun that was an energy form.

The warrior wielding the sword gripped it tightly and slashed forward.

This actually threw Mordred into a panic, forcing him to rely on his instincts to evade.

Although Mordred's armor still offered decent defense, the light gun seemed to possess a strange penetrating power, leaving a sizable hole where it hit, from which blood flowed.

However, Mordred's performance was still sufficient for Saber, and she escaped from this round of attacks, but her armor was left with several wounds.

"You bastard! You've messed things up a bit..."

Mordred gripped his sword tightly and said this.

After just nine rounds of combat, she felt the pressure of reality. These guys, who seemed like angels, might actually be able to threaten her.

Before he could think any further, the spiked stakes began to rise one after another from the other side.

"This is the first time I've been able to use my abilities right under Archer's nose. That guy really disgusts me."

Vlad III remarked with some emotion, noting that in the past, he would be stripped of the Guardian Ghost General's effects, which also prevented the King of Execution from using it properly.

"Of course! Archer is a complete bastard. Let's all rush over there and go up to the tower to give him a good talking to!"

Astolfo, riding his eagle, soared through the sky, holding the magic flute that could evoke panic in his hand, and echoed.

"We should still be considered to be cooperating for now, Saber of the Red Team. Let's work together for the time being."

Vlad III addressed Mordred.

"I'll reluctantly agree to this, since I'm quite curious about Archer that you guys keep talking about."

Mordred didn't hesitate.

But Astolfo in the sky froze, because one of the androids broke away and came to greet them.

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That's all for today's update. It's unlikely that there will be a stable update schedule in the near future. Let's wait for the next volume.

④ Chapter Forty-Two: Dragons and Snakes

⑧ "It seems you're doing quite well living with Archer. Although Archer is a jerk, he still kept his promise."

④ Astolfo said with a smile.

"Yes, everyone here has been very helpful to me. Without Rider, none of this would have progressed to this point."

The Homunculus Nine said to Astolfo that he wanted to see Astolfo to repay a favor.

However, the scene of meeting again was indeed somewhat bewildering under such a confrontation.

(5) His thoughts were not too far ahead for this android who had escaped danger.

His only thought was to save his fellow android and to repay Astolfo's debt of gratitude.

Of course, there is also the kindness shown to him by the owner of this land and his master, which is more important to him than his dreams.

"Are you still hesitating? Now that you have received Archer's help, been treated well in his territory, and chosen to accept his armaments, you should make up your mind."

Even a knight whose rationality has evaporated possesses a beast-like intuition, so how could he not see the expression on the face of the familiar android?

Astolfo spoke with a gentle smile, offering his advice to the android before him.

"That android... is it the one the cavalry secretly took away and sent to Archer?"

Vlad III was aware of this matter, so when he saw the two of them talking in the sky, he asked Danic about it.

"It should be expected, but it's hard to guarantee that this irrational knight won't do something beyond human imagination."

Danic, who was still far away, couldn't see the scene before him and only mumbled something.

"Hey, this isn't the time for catching up, is it? Do you need me to help you end this?" (The last part is a fragment and doesn't translate directly.)

"The prepared Mordred," referring to the two figures conversing in the sky, asked Vlad III.

"Let's ignore them for now. The two of us are enough. Or have you lost confidence, Saber from the red team?"

"Ha, you may be a king, but your judgment is terrible. Fine, just watch how I crush you."⑧

Mordred shook his head, then gripped the Rebellious King's Sword and charged forward once more.

The crimson lightning swept across the earth, still evoking a sense of wonder.

Vlad III, strong and robust, said no more, summoning his spikes and spear, and charged at the legion guarding the area. (9)

The angelic androids showed no fear whatsoever; those on either side drew their war horns and blew them.

They cheered and shouted, a harbinger of victory. (v)

The bugle call swept across the vast land, bringing the entire legion a fighting spirit and high morale.

They sang that resounding hymn.

"Holy! Holy! Holy! All nations kneel and worship before you! All peoples give glory to your name!"

Sweet cheers, like the sounds of joyful blessings, resounded across the land, and loud prayers filled everything on earth.

The sounds of praise transformed into unfading flowers and a crown woven from gold, which fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

Thus the legion was ready, and their songs shone brightly, their harmonious music dispelling all darkness.

They were blessed and bestowed with grace; the vast spirits poured into them, and radiant glory was etched upon them.

Their singing reached even the heavens, resounding throughout the cosmos, the resounding "Hosanna" filling the eternal land.

Like an angelic legion, they launched their attack amidst this song.

They did not choose to remain in place, but instead actively confronted the attacking enemy.

Flames erupted from their bodies, constituting violence and punishment.

The two angels, who had both served as rulers, had already bestowed upon him their experience and skills in battle.

The advancing soldiers appeared incredibly skilled; each knew when to advance, when to stop, when to charge, when to deploy, and when to regroup.

There was no thought of running away or retreating, and no act of shameful fear.

Everyone held their own weapons, entrusting victory to them, and resolutely launched this battle.

The air was as if it were burning with flames, and the heat was amplified by the flaming swords they wielded, making it impossible for the flashing lightning and spikes to break through them.

"Have these androids really become angels? They're really difficult to deal with."

Mordred said breathlessly, her attacks were unable to break through the opponent's formation, and she was instead repelled several times by their coordinated efforts.

"This is not surprising. Our Archer seems to have the ability to perform many miracles, so it is understandable that he could turn androids into angels."

"After all, this matter is far less incredible than that tower in front of us. Without a real fight, it's impossible to defeat these guys."

Vlad III said to Mordred.

Because the two sides' Sabers had clashed in Sighshwara before, they were familiar with each other's Servant capabilities.

At least Vlad III knows Mordred's identity and her Noble Phantasm. Unleashing that rebellious royal sword might just be able to break through the angel legion's defenses ahead.

Vlad III himself did feel quite strained, as his attacks did not seem to have much effect on this legion.

Vlad III could inflict penetrating wounds with his spikes as long as they could create an opening, but the problem was that the armor, shimmering with holy light, was simply too incredible.

Vlad III felt that the attack was only at the B-level and seemed unable to break through; at least, the damage it could cause was extremely limited, and it would probably take some time to break through.

But at this time, time is the most important thing.