The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

However, without anyone noticing, the tower had already climbed to a height of over 100 meters.

However, the same booming sound also came from the air.

The seemingly endless falling stars had dried up, and the number of attacks that fell exceeded one hundred million in order to intercept the golem in front of them.

But that was all it could do. The golem effortlessly parted the torrent of hot air, and the apocalyptic scene created by the remaining magic power was easily torn apart.

The remaining magical light was also quite abundant, and it might even contain magic power that reached the level of a city-level demon, but it was easily shattered and torn apart by the falling obsidian sword.

"What methods should we use next? Why not go up there ourselves and test this power that is enough to contend with the main god?"

Manjus, deep in thought atop the tower, revealed an expression of keen interest.

For him, ideas naturally have to come faster than anything else.

For a period of time, Nimrod was often depicted as a giant.

In Gregory's account of the Franks, Ham's son Cush was called Zoroaster, and Nimrod was called a giant.

In Hungarian legends, Nimrod is usually described as a giant, a descendant of Noah's most wicked son.

In Dante's Divine Comedy, Nimrod is also depicted as a giant, standing on the edge of the Hellish Rebellion Circle along with Ephialtes, Antaeus, Tius, and Typhon, all chained.

During the Middle Ages, it was quite common for Nimrod to be depicted as a giant.

Therefore, Manjusaka stood atop the Tower of Babel, intending to use this power and fight the golem as a giant.

And in order to increase this power, Manju once again stirred up the surging heart within her body.

The dragon's magical core swelled once more, radiating ominous magic, and combined with the legend of that vice.

The dragon phenomenon occurred once again, and Manju's body continued to expand.

When he took his first step off the tower, his body was already the same height as the tower behind him.

Furthermore, the dragon's magic shimmered upon it, forming dragon scales that became Manju's armor.

"Is this your true form, Archer? A giant with dragon blood flowing through his veins, it certainly suits you."

Avisbro made a rare sound; if it weren't for the protection provided by the golem, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the aftershocks.

However, Avisbro's existence itself is no longer important at this moment. After the golem was completed, it was already an independent entity.

"No, it's just that I like it."

Manju shook his head in denial, and swung his body forward to parry the golem in front of him.

It was completely insufficient in terms of strength. The moment Manshu touched the obsidian sword that was slashing down from above, the ground beneath his feet shattered, and he sank downwards.

The limbs, made of magic, were also emitting sounds of disintegration and collapse. The dragon scales prevented the body from being destroyed immediately, but they could not hold on for long.

However, this unarmed stance allows him to put his previous fighting skills to good use, and with his skills, he can hold his own against the golem for a while.

"Do you still have any doubts? After seeing this, you can't still think that Archer of the Black side is some kind of apostle serving God, can you?"

Isn't it already quite obvious? This is clearly Satan on earth, who has only been able to perform the many miracles described in the scriptures by stealing the authority and power of the glorious apostles?

The dragon-like posture and the giant's appearance both point to this point. If one is still hesitating at this point, then there is nothing more to say.

Then please continue to uphold your role as arbitrator and judge the fairness of this Holy Cup war.

Danic spoke loudly to the Arbitrator who had arrived at some unknown time, for he would never have too much power to spare.

Therefore, she was using all her persuasive skills to convince the adjudicator to join the battle.

"I still can't be sure. Even though I made up my mind before, if just showing a devilish demeanor makes me a devil, isn't that a bit too ridiculous?"

But the adjudicator simply shook his head, his hand still gripping the sacred banner tightly.

“Standing here, I still can’t see clearly. I’ll go and see for myself. Only by seeing it with my own eyes can I make a decision.”

Ultimately, the arbitrator decided to take a step forward.

Last time, she was unable to see what the city was like inside.

Therefore, although a judgment has been made, it cannot be truly determined.

It was created simply to answer one's own inner doubts, but did it really answer those doubts?

The adjudicator thought to herself that this was probably difficult, and she was still full of doubts about the answer she had received.

At least her inner unease was not calmed down, and some of the insights she had gained remained unresolved.

This Holy Grail War seems to be full of strange feelings, giving people a sense of conflict and something being wrong in many aspects.

What exactly is the purpose of my coming here? Even the Arbiter Liu couldn't give an answer yet. The Holy Grail War was already nearing its end, yet it seemed like I hadn't done anything yet.

Meanwhile, Mordred had already contacted his Master and received the order to unleash his Noble Phantasm.

"This is the evil sword that destroyed my father! The Clarent Blood Arthur, a betrayal of my magnificent father!"

As Mordred grasped the rebellious royal sword and gathered magic, the Legion naturally sensed something was amiss and tried to stop her.

However, while Vlad III's spikes were difficult to penetrate the defenses of those angelically armed men, they were still quite effective as a barrier.

Under extreme use, as many as 20,000 spikes rose from the earth, forming a wall-like barrier that blocked the angels.

And as the angels destroyed the city walls, the evil hatred emanating from that sword blossomed.

The magnificent royal sword, which once shone with silver light, was now stained with crimson and black blood. The surging hatred twisted the shape of the sword, turning it into a demonic force of calamity.

Mordred's hate-filled magic was infused into the Sword Sect and amplified, causing crimson lightning to fall from her hands.

The hateful voice was instantly silenced; the angels' song engulfed them all in the crimson light of the lightning.

The android in the sky, witnessing this scene, abandoned Astolfo and activated the item Fiore had previously entrusted to him. Q

The serpent staff, planted in the ground and possessing a somewhat ethereal quality, trembled before flying straight towards them.

The Almighty Lord once bestowed this staff of serpents upon Moses; therefore, the serpent must have been a great dragon, and should be called Leviathan, a serpent monster that arose from the sea.

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Chapter Forty-Three: Recovery Part Four

The towering giant seemed poised to tear everything apart, and the hymns of praise rising from the ground echoed and celebrated it all. (Eight)

How could a giant transformed into a dragon possibly contend with it? All one could do was hinder the giant's advance.

The deafening roar was too much for the earth to bear; only the paradise beneath the giant's feet remained a peaceful land, while the rest of the world was nothing but broken and fragile plastic.

The booming horns are utterly meaningless, for the halls and the songs belong to the giants ahead.

Perhaps a harsh punishment should have been imposed as a deterrent, but the merciful and benevolent Father was inclined toward pity.

The flaming sword, crackling with fire, will warm even the anger, end this struggle between mercy and justice, and cast happiness aside.

But in the end, everything vanished before the giant who stood on the edge of paradise. (Part 5)

No matter what the scenery is like, all you can do is block it, and after blocking it, it will be broken through.

So what kind of expression should they have when they go there now, and what kind of emotions should they express?

There were no results; everything remained calm and silent.

And then everything collapsed. The body that had challenged the towering giant was finally knocked down, and the dragon-like figure retreated backward until it collapsed on the towering tower.

The bricks and rubble on the tower crumbled from the collapsing body, making a resounding tremor, as if everything was facing its end.

"As you said, the towering tower will indeed collapse, but the road to Eden will not be destroyed as a result, but is being gradually perfected."

Avisbro finally spoke again, though not loudly, but he knew the person in front of him could hear him.

"Where did this tower collapse? Even the original humans standing in Paradise wouldn't be destroyed so easily. How could this tower, which I didn't intend to build, possibly collapse in my hands?"

Jumanju stood up, supporting the half-destroyed Tower of Babel. After he stood up, the tower that had been knocked down returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

(4) The tower remains at the same height it was at when it was hit, or even higher, and continues to climb upwards.

"Is the scar also a kind of paradise-like barrier? Ah, then it seems that the location of the temple is the core of everything."

Kasyavisbro quickly realized what was happening and shifted his gaze from the eye-catching tower to the temple on the ground.

If it weren't for this ever-growing tower, the first thing people would see would indeed be that palace.

However, it must be said that the tower drew all attention away from the surrounding area, and even Avisbro himself hadn't really looked at the surrounding arrangements before.

Of course, the continuous falling stars and the previous attacks also meant that he didn't have the ability to see everything below through such a massive magical light.

The three-story main hall of Linna is covered with numerous carved patterns, which is enough to illustrate its extraordinary nature.

For Avisbronn, a Hebrew poet and Jewish philosopher, the temple was even easier to recognize.

Aviblon's real name was Solomon ibn Qabirull; Aviblon was his Latin name.

His philosophical poems were later confused with the real King Solomon and were often attributed to him.

As a Jew, although he did not have the opportunity to see the destroyed First Temple, he still knew the design of the temple that was written in the scriptures.

Since the Tower of Babel has already appeared, it's not surprising that King Solomon's Temple is nearby.

Therefore, Avisbro did not hesitate to mobilize Adam, ordering him to strike the temple on the other side.

"This tower was originally erected to ward off disaster. For this land, your attempt to transform it into a paradise is the greatest calamity. How could you possibly cross this tower to strike the temple?"

There's a reason why Manjusaka wouldn't care about this matter, or even fear that Avisbro would discover it.

The Primal Man, striding forward, wielded his obsidian sword, intending to leap over the towering pagoda and strike the replica of the First Temple. (The sound of fire)

But the sword couldn't cross the tower's distance, as if hindered by an invisible net.

"Things aren't that complicated. Regardless of the restrictions, once you, as the director of this place, are killed, everything will probably be resolved." — Yu

Avisbro calmly stated this, then immediately changed direction and bombarded Manshu. (It seemed...)

"No, that's the most pointless thing to do."

Manshu said with a smile. Qiu

He rose from the air with a flaming sword, cleaving everything apart once more, and then moved forward.

While the situation isn't exactly evenly matched, it's gradually improving. (Wu)

Because the tower is gradually reaching the sky, and its current height is already three or four hundred meters.

And so the spinning, flame-spitting sword halted the encroaching advance of the paradise.