The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Then he spoke again, reaching out his hand towards the storm sweeping across the sky.

"O All-Powerful Father who commands the storm, I will let the wind carry my voice, and bring your divine bow to shoot an arrow for me, pointing out the figure of the hidden hero."

A divine bow, formed from magical power, was carried by the wind to Manshu's hands.

He immediately drew his bow, and magic spontaneously coalesced into arrows. He should have loaded ten arrows, but there were only two enemies here, so he only used two.

There's no need to aim; the arrows will naturally seek out the enemy as soon as they're fired, and every arrow will hit a person.

After the arrow was shot, the bow naturally dissipated and disintegrated; the magic that Manju had expended was only for one use.

Arash, who was leaping between buildings in an attempt to bypass Manshu's blind spot, was naturally also found by the arrow.

"What a strange tactic. It seems they have no intention of giving anyone a chance."

Arash was indeed surprised by this and fired several arrows from his hand to intercept them.

This arrow, capable of easily piercing thick trees and shattering earth and rocks, couldn't stop the arrow that was tracking from the front.

The sound of magic exploding echoed around, and the arrow broke through the obstruction.

Faced with this sight, Arash surprisingly reached out, trying to catch the incoming arrow with his own hand.

"This is too reckless."

Seeing this, even the Masters who were just watching couldn't help but make such a statement.

But Arash did manage to catch the arrow and stop it as the arrowhead pierced his muscle.

"So it's something that won't stop until it hits its target? No wonder it was so hard to pull it down."

Arash paid no heed to the flesh torn apart by the arrows; the bleeding from his wounds had stopped by the time he pulled his sword away.

Arash, whose body retained strong traces of the divine era, possessed an incredibly robust physique.

However, this arrow was not intended to kill Arash; it was merely used to indicate his location.

After it was pointed out, a torrent of flames was shot toward it.

Manju still took the runes flowing from his wound, tucked the short sword into his waistband, and traced them with his left hand.

In his right hand, he gripped his demonic sword, which spewed forth raging flames, and launched a fierce attack on Brunhilde.

This demonic sword is indeed designed solely for offense, with no intention of defense whatsoever. Its scorching flames can even burn its master, and its thorn-covered hilt can cause blood to flow from the palm of the hand when exerting force.

But just as the blood-soaked demonic sword, like a true evil dragon, blocked and restrained the ice wolf's claws, even trying to tear it apart.

Arash chose not to continue widening the distance, but instead closed it in and opted for close-quarters combat.

Since the arrows aren't working, let's throw them away and fight bare-knuckles with our fists.

Arash fired an arrow, breaking through the flames blocking his path, then made the crimson longbow disappear, simply swinging his fist forward.

"You're completely messing around, but since it's entertaining enough, I won't let you lose too badly."

Manju showed no fear of the incoming fist, clenching his left hand into a fist as well, and met it head-on.

"What a robust physique and strength! But it seems I am still superior, at least in terms of strength."

Manshu let out a wild laugh and even took the initiative to wave his left hand, launching a preemptive attack.

(4) "Hmph, I'm incredibly sturdy too, let's see who comes out on top!"

Arash, undeterred, swung his fist with tremendous force, compressing the air and creating a loud bang.

4 The sounds of metal clashing and flesh colliding rose and fell, presenting two completely different scenes.

The crashing sounds only stopped when the sky gradually changed from pitch black to a deeper dark blue.

⑨ "It's almost dawn, it's time to end tonight's fighting."

Lin Manshu used his skill to break free from the battle, jumping directly out of the attack range of the other two Servants.

Wu has been fighting all this time, but in fact, he has lost too much of his energy.

The main purpose is to maintain the surging storm in the sky and the power brought by the ritual, but even with magic, it is also consuming energy.

While the pleasure it brings is enough to fill the void of mental fatigue, it is indeed time to stop and rest.

"Let this be the end of tonight! The Almighty Father is the master of the storm, the stormy night is the hunt of the great god, and the incarnation of Walden will bring war and destruction."

Manju sang his own voice, causing the storm raging in the sky to bring down a downpour.

The calls of two hyenas also came from the sky, one loud and the other dark.

The wheelless chariots roared, and the falling raindrops, swirling in the gale, transformed into fully armed phantoms.

The ghostly army, led by chariots, fell from the sky and charged toward the earth.

A vast amount of magical power surged within it, radiating a power akin to that of a magical artifact.

"It's the Wild Hunt. I should have realized this when I saw the storm. Lancer, you should have experience facing the Wild Hunt, right? It's time to retreat."

"Although this hunt is not a divine descent, but merely a symbolic chariot leading an army, Archer and I have been fighting under the gaze of this storm for too long, and have been identified as the hunted targets by the Wild Hunt."

Brunhilde shook her head; she had realized that she had been locked onto and placed on the Wild Hunt's path.

She did have a way to deal with the Wild Hunt; the primordial runes that Brunhilde possessed, inherited from Odin, could solve the problem.

However, Brunhilde, whose divinity has been stripped away by Odin, can only unleash the true power of the primordial runes at the cost of her own destruction.

"Being watched by the Great God, the two of us have become part of the ritual, to be offered up as sacrifices along with our previous battles. There is no way to escape."

Brunhilde spoke to Arash beside her, and then swung the giant spear in her hand, which had expanded several times over, releasing magic power as flames from the spear to intercept the legion coming from the sky.

"What a brilliant strategy, Berserker. Even my eyes couldn't detect any Berserker-like qualities in you."

Arash shook his head and laughed when he heard Brunhilde's words, then said to Manshu.

"The moment the spear is thrown marks the beginning of the battle, and the sacrifices for the battle are naturally offered to Odin."

Manshu said this, and then abandoned the battlefield, jumping onto the dark rooftop.

"How does it feel? This scene is pretty much the beginning of this Holy Grail War. What follows will only be more intense destruction."

Manju spoke to his Master, who was hiding here.

If the previous scenes were merely exaggerated, the current scenery is beyond anything that Kimihiro could have imagined.

The ghostly legion descending from the sky like a torrent, emanating a terrifying aura that assaulted people's spirits.

On the other side, in just a moment, the sky, which had been gradually brightening, was instantly turned pitch black again.

An immeasurable number of arrows formed a dark cloud that filled the sky.

"What amazing technology! It's like a raging torrent."

Anyone who sees this scene would be astonished; it is like a torrent of death, a downpour of steel.

The undead legion was decimated by the rain of arrows; each sword falling like raindrops was enough to shatter the bodies of those undead.

Then Brunhilde, at the front, swung her spear with all her might, shaking the charging chariot.

"Will an even more outrageous scene unfold in Tokyo next?"

"The fight alone has already destroyed an entire street," said Tatsumi Kurino in shock.

If the forces currently clashing were to land on the ground, even the nearby buildings would likely be destroyed.

"What, are you scared?"

Manju asked with great interest.

"There are some, but... the thought of the entire Tokyo turning into a battlefield suddenly makes me feel a little lost."

"Since you're at a loss, take some more time to think it over. This is only the first day, but it's only the first day."

Manshu didn't press the matter further. Instead, he patted Laiye Xun on the shoulder and lifted him up.

Lancer and Archer had already passed through the Wild Hunt. Brunhilde was injured while intercepting the chariot, while Arash appeared to have only a few shallow scratches on his body.

"You don't look like an Archer at all. With such a muscular physique, you might as well be a Berserker!"

Manshu turned his head and called out in a teasing tone.

"You don't look like a Berserker at all. Your arrows, which never miss, could easily make you an Archer."

Arash replied with the same words.

"You're quite an interesting fellow, Archer. Show off your muscular physique again next time we meet."

"If that's the case, I'll gladly oblige, don't worry."

Arash responded with a smile.

"If we have the chance, after the fight, let's drink and chat until dawn."

"That's a perfect suggestion! Let's stick to it next time, and don't go back on your word, Archer!"

Manshu agreed without hesitation and even began to look forward to it.

"Of course, just trust me."

"I have no doubt about that."

Manshu nodded and then turned his gaze to Brunhilde, who was panting beside him.

“Daughter of the Gods over there, if you have any doubts or confusion, I can provide the necessary assistance without affecting the Holy Grail War. Your condition seems somewhat worrying.”

While he may not be able to solve Brunhilde's problem, he can at least alleviate it somewhat.

The first rune obtained by the master can sweep away anxiety and sorrow.

"You're all such kind people... It's really troubling..."

Brunhilde tossed her silver hair and shook her head slightly.

"My master has ordered me to retreat. Gentle heroes, please do not do this."

As Brunhilde spoke these words, she transformed into a spirit and vanished.

"Then I should retreat too. I look forward to seeing you again, Berserker."

Nine Arash said with a smile, then jumped backward, and the buildings behind him quickly disappeared among the buildings.

Chapter Four: The Magician

"Why are there still flies hovering around, unwilling to leave?"