The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"Three tears and sighs are normal expressions of emotion that stem from love. That's enough. You're already cultivating feelings, and the growth rate is not a problem at all. It's even better than I expected."

The sound of Lin Quanwu's temperature readings was an evaluation, not a consolation.

"Love is one of the most important reactions that can be manipulated at will, even by rational beings like humans. The deeper the love, the more it strengthens your Noble Phantasm."

Even the most unparalleled heroic spirit, alone, is no match for you or me. With true love, you can easily banish it; with deep affection, you can even slay a god.

The magician's words were absolutely true; the woman weeping before him was Brunhilde, the daughter of the great god Odin, the destined companion of the great hero Siegfried, and one of the Valkyries.

The giant spear she wields is a treasure whose power varies depending on the extent of the burning love in its master's heart.

If the conditions are met, even the giantess Hel of the underworld would perish under this spear.

It is a weapon whose power increases the more one loves it, making it a truly deadly weapon in the literal sense.

The elixir meticulously crafted by her Master Nigel is actually the one that best suits her Noble Phantasm.

Tristan and Isolde, the Ring of the Nibelung, A Midsummer Night's Dream... all inspired by the elixirs that appear in legends and stories from around the world.

One of the ultimate alchemical techniques, this elixir is capable of controlling and manipulating emotions, enough to plunge the user into a compulsive love.

The minor details, such as the cause, are insignificant; it might be gentleness, or even heroism, or just a little kindness, empathy, or compassion—the elixir can transform all of these into love.

It compulsively and without hesitation misunderstanding, distorts, and rewrites everything, causing people to fall in love, develop infatuation, and then descend into extreme madness. ⑤

"Cry all you want, cry as much as you want, tremble—it's a good expression of deep emotion, but..." 7

The man reached out and took off his sunglasses. Six.

"No disobedience allowed."

……san

"When it comes to architecture, I know almost nothing. Just follow the records and descriptions to complete it." - He

Manshu stood in the open space and spoke to the head of the Linglong Pavilion. ④

Just as he mentioned before, this place is quite suitable for building a temple or something; at least it's spacious enough with a large area of ​​land. (II)

It wouldn't be good to waste such a large forest, so let's make use of it. (Find...)

However, Manshu didn't really know what the temple to be built should look like; he certainly lacked knowledge in this area.

So they were asked to build a replica of the Uppsala Temple, the religious center of ancient Norse religion, located in present-day Sweden.

That temple was dedicated to Thor, Odin, and Frey.

People prayed to Thor for a bountiful harvest and blessings, to Odin for victory in war, and to Frey for fertility.

After all, Frey is a god of abundance, the embodiment of summer sunshine and warm rain.

However, Frey is also a valiant god who wields a sword of victory that shines brightly, and he often uses it to fight against the frost giants.

However, in order to win the heart of the Titaness he loved, he gave his divine sword to Skene, causing the sword to lose its power, and he eventually regretted it.

Because on the day of Ragnarok, Frey, having lost his divine sword, could only fight the fire giant Surtur with his antlers.

But how could the antlers possibly defeat the sword of light in Sutherland's hand, which shone brighter than the sun during Ragnarok?

The antlers were shattered by the flaming magic sword, and Frey died in battle. Sutherland used his magic sword to set the whole world ablaze.

Therefore, Manshu did not make any further demands, only asking the owner of Linglong Pavilion to build it according to the original structure.

It simply means that more deities can be enshrined in the temple to gain more power.

"Hmm... there's a fight going on during the day. Just do as I say, and I'll go take a look."

(8) While talking with the head steward, Manshu suddenly sensed the surge of magic. Despite being far away, Manshu used Odin's divine power to leave behind a far-sighted eye and captured this.

Since Wu had already given up one of his eyes, seeking power in this area would be much simpler for him.

Since the ritual that had been performed had already been completed, and his eyes had long been immersed in the wellspring of wisdom, seeking true knowledge was not a difficult matter.

Lu: "I understand. However, I have another question for you. You have seen my daughter; did you notice anything wrong with her?"

Caster once said that you are also an excellent magician, although you may not be able to fully demonstrate your abilities due to the directness of your approach, but you should still be much better than me, this so-called country magician.

The owner of San Linglong Pavilion couldn't help but smile bitterly; his confidence had indeed been crushed into dust in the past few days.

(iv) "I am just asking first. You don't need to rush to give an answer. It's not too late to come after you have finished dealing with your business."

Si said, "That's not necessary. If you're referring to the curse left behind, I do have a way to resolve it."

2. Odin is an omnipotent god and a symbol of wisdom. The power of the runes he obtained from the World Tree is enough to solve these problems.

You don't need to worry about these trivial matters; everything will be resolved once the temple is completed.

Manju didn't really see any curse or anything like that; he had no magical skills whatsoever.

I can still remember some vague details, although perhaps only vague details remain.

Besides, even if it's not a curse or anything like that, the problem will indeed be solved once the temple is completed, so it doesn't really matter.

"Thank you for your reply. I understand and am relieved. I wish you good luck in your military campaign."

The owner of Linglong Pavilion nodded, a look of relief and joy on his face.

Manshu ignored the rest of what the other person said and instead pondered what he should wear when he traveled.

Unlike before, when she used the Solar Ship as her Noble Phantasm the first time, she barely walked on the ground a few times the second time.

This time, it was Nine who was constantly on the go, but Four was entirely on foot, only occasionally using Thor's sheep cart twice. 0⊙－⒌∑

However, it still felt rather ordinary. The chariot didn't really hold any special meaning for Manshu. It would have been better to use a fine horse as a symbol of a warrior.

After thinking for a moment, Manshu decided that since he already had Balmonge in his hand, he should get a fine horse that matched the sword.

When it comes to mythical horses in Norse mythology, the first one that comes to mind is naturally Sleipnir, Odin's steed.

However, what Manjus was summoning was not the eight divine horses, but Grani, the descendant of Sleipnir.

The burden that Odin's horse had to bear was quite heavy, while Grani's was not so heavy, and it was mainly for the sake of symmetry.

Holding Balmonga in hand, let's ride Sigurd's mount.

“Odin, the father of all things, I wish to choose a fine steed for you, a young and handsome grey horse, a descendant of Sleipnir, the king of all horses.”

Just as Sigurd once sought advice from Odin on choosing a good horse, Manjushin sought from Odin the steed he had described to Sigurd.

After Manshu's voice fell, the sound of horses' hooves splashing through the water could be heard. A magnificent horse, gray all over without a single stray hair, with a tall, robust, and beautiful frame, had somehow arrived there.

"This is truly the finest steed in the world. What can compare to it, except for the mounts of all living beings?"

At first glance, Manshu fell in love with the horse, exclaimed excitedly, and then reached out his hand.

The gray horse, showing no sign of being unfamiliar with the place, came right up to you, stuck out its tongue, and licked Manshu's hand.

Manju casually patted the horse's head, then walked over, flipped over, and mounted the horse.

"Grani?"

Manju called out softly, and the gray horse beneath him raised its head and made a sound.

“Very well, Grani. Now come with me to witness an earth-shattering sight. Your horse’s hooves will traverse lands far more incredible than before.”

Having discovered a new interest, Manshu shouted happily, spurred his horse, and headed towards his destination.

The commotion he sensed was a confrontation taking place on Mount Okutama.

Archer's Master, Elsa, obtains information about a family of mages who have a base somewhere in Okutama.

So she and her attendants headed to the cold, icy Mount Okutama in the afternoon.

She then spotted a Servant acting alone and, without hesitation, decided to attack.

Her follower Archer, also known as Arash, the great Persian hero, launched the first attack.

Arrows made of magic were fired rapidly, but they were all blocked by the Knight King who held an invisible sword in front of him.

Arash's attacks were all neutralized by dodging with footwork, deflecting with swords, and bouncing off with armor.

However, because Jiu couldn't see the target of his attack, the two knights were also somewhat troubled.

Because Arash was moving at high speed and firing continuously, it was difficult for him to capture the target.

At least in terms of their perception, Saber, the King of Knights, cannot keep up with Archer.

This involuntarily reminded Saber of Tristan, the knight who had once gathered under her command; he was probably a hero who could rival Lord Tristan.

And seeing the rain of arrows that was shot out in an instant only confirmed this.

Faced with the sky filled with magical arrows, the Knight King swung his holy sword, creating a whirlwind, and unleashed the true name of another of his Noble Phantasms to deal with the raging rain of arrows.

"Wind King Hammer!"

The swirling storm knocked away all the arrows, but Arash took the opportunity to quickly approach the Knight King.

Arash actually abandoned his long-range approach and went straight to the Knight King to fight him in close combat.

"You two are certainly putting on quite a show, but that's precisely what drew me in. So, what do you two think of my suggestion?"

Just as the two were locked in close combat, the sound of galloping hooves quickly created distance between them, and Manshu's voice rang out.

"Berserker, yes, it's true that you're drawn to battles, but with three battles in a row, are you still in good shape?"

The Knight King looked enlightened and said to Manshu.

"Your performance these past few days has been quite impressive, Berserker, making me almost hesitate about making a deal with you. And that horse you ride is truly magnificent; it must be a famous steed from mythology."

Arash, standing to the side, jokingly remarked with a gentle smile.

"What, you're not planning to show any fear, are you, mighty hero? If so, I'll have to strip you of your title. But your judgment is still sound; as an Archer, your abilities haven't suffered."

Manju responded to Arash with a hearty laugh, and his horse snorted in agreement.

"And Saber, if I were to back down for that reason, I wouldn't be here."

To be honest, your rivalry isn't enough; why don't you both challenge me?

Chapter Sixteen: Siege

"That's hardly surprising, but I'm afraid Saber won't grant your request."

Arash didn't seem surprised at all. He crossed his arms and turned his head to speak.

"Of course, fighting alongside a hero is a good suggestion, but if possible, I would prefer a one-on-one duel."

The Knight King did indeed shake his head and refuse, but of course, the reason was not only that. The orders he received for his actions here were only to carry out a restraining operation.