The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

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The soldiers made a unified sound, lowered their raised guns to a horizontal position, aimed at Manshu in front of them, and immediately launched an attack.

"I have already placed my hopes on this man, so I can only stick with him until the end."

Helena, who was standing next to Edison, once again summoned several magic books to surround herself, and the magic bullets were activated before the soldiers fired their guns.

However, through the battle just now, Helena already knew that such magic could not cause any harm to the man in front of her.

However, Helena was indeed able to perform more advanced magic. In the Himalayas, Helena met a great soul who changed her life.

The great soul was actually a certain god from ancient India. After the decline of the Age of Gods, he lost his physical form and lived on in the Himalayas.

Young Helena met this god when she was traveling alone, and learned the magic of the Age of Gods taught by the god.

Although Helena was not able to use the Age of Gods magic with 100% success, she could only rely on luck and chance to perform it miraculously.

But if we don’t rely on luck and chance in the current situation, then when should we pray for this tiny probability and possibility?

Helena linked together several magic bases she had recorded, trying to recreate ancient Rune magic or Egyptian magic.

But before success, we can only rely on the mechanized infantry created by Edison.

Although these infantrymen are extremely numerous and the attacks they use are barely comparable to those of low-level treasures, they are still far from enough.

Manshu only needs to summon the cursed magic spear again and plunge it into the ground to release the true name of this treasure of the piercing man.

The cursed magic spear was allowed to transform into a jungle of thorns once again, piercing and destroying the cores of the mechanized soldiers rushing forward one by one.

"It's a meaningless struggle, Edison. If you still have a bit of your original rationality, you should just let me correct your current mental state. This is an opportunity that Karna has fought so hard for."

Manshu strolled forward leisurely, and only when he missed something would he casually wave his gun to destroy the exoskeleton worn by the soldiers.

"Mechanized infantry can't stop you, so try this one!"

Edison brought out a cannon-shaped object from somewhere and sat down at the back, which might have been the operating table. The surging magic power gathered in the barrel of the cannon and was then released.

"This is the linked magic projection cannon I developed. It is the 'Presidential Cannon' that has the attack power of a Thunderbolt Mythical Level Noble Phantasm!"

"This is not as good as Karna's Immortal Blade."

Manshu curled his lips and did not release his treasure. He just poured enough magic power into the cage gun in his hand and threw it out.

"Rise up, Shamash!"

The javelin thrown from Manshu's hand immediately turned into a small sun. The power of the magic cannon was defeated in an instant, and it continued to fly towards Edison without losing momentum.

"It worked! The wisdom of Serapis!"

Helena's excited voice suddenly came, it seemed that his magic was completed, and from the sound it should be an ancient Egyptian magic.

Although Serapis is not a native Egyptian god, he is actually an Egyptian god that originated in the Hellenistic period. He rose during the Ptolemaic dynasty and is said to have been created by Ptolemy.

Serapis's prototype is Osiris and Apis, and his name is the rather rude Userhapi, which is Osiris-Apis, so his status is the same as Apis, and he sometimes replaces Osiris in the temple.

But he is indeed a god in the Egyptian region, even if he is a composite god, and Serapis was also worshipped during the Roman Empire.

The power of the released Great Magecraft successfully resisted the remaining sun, but this was originally intended to be a means of attack, but now it was used as a means of defense.

"Stubborn and ineffective, I have no choice but to use simpler methods."

Manshu shook his head and sighed, and did not move forward, but stopped where he was.

Then he raised his hand again and began to chant:

"Majestic ruler, benevolent sun god! You are the only one who shines brightly among all gods!"⑵

Endless light burst out from Manshu's hands, the light was so dazzling that it was difficult to look directly at it.

"The glorious sun examines the hearts of men, and from above he judges their evil deeds."

Under the illumination of the light released by Manshu's hands, the remaining mechanized infantry immediately stopped their actions, knelt on the ground and sobbed.

Edison, who was still struggling to create soldiers and restart the presidential cannon, suddenly stopped moving. His face twitched continuously and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Then he immediately hit his head with his hands and couldn't stop crying out in pain.

Helena was fine, but looking at Edison's appearance, she quickly rushed to his side and cast healing magic.

As for the root cause of this situation, Helena knew that she couldn't win, and she also heard what Manshu said just now.

Since people like Karna mentioned above are unlikely to kill Edison, it would be good if a little suffering could help him recover.

Both Helena and Karna understand that there are problems with Edison, but they can't solve them. Trapped by friendship and agreements, they can only maintain the current distorted situation.

"Hehe... Now you should know the majesty of the sun and there is no falsehood in what I say."

Manshu chuckled a few times and strode up to Edison.

"You intend to correct the situation in Edison, not to kill him, right?" Lu

Helena let out a breath, but still stood up and stood in front of Edison and asked Manshu.

"That's a pretty good friendship. You're still able to stand in front of me and ask me questions. But you should know that you shouldn't stop me. The sun can also be moody."

Manshu's mouth corners tilted slightly, and he gently pushed the light in his hand forward, letting the light slowly drift onto Edison's painful body like a falling dandelion.

"Then please correct Edison. Although he is an inventor who likes to reduce costs and invent things that can be mass-produced, the resources used in his inventions should not include humans."

Helena confidently made way for him and stood aside, staring intently at the falling light.

"It's a power related to the gods. Is this the glory of the sun god? Although it is not quite the same as the gods I met, we can find some commonalities."

Helena's eyes were still quite curious. She had a strong curiosity about gods and India.

"This is the power of Shamash's judgment. His light will dispel darkness, evil and error. Yue Fei≤qun,:⒏'⑤｝《柒>…㈥￣「Tumor⒊si◆｜④＠!二"

Edison would be twisted and miserable, rooted in his differences with the presidents.

The American presidents of all generations, who were determined to strengthen Edison, were willing to defeat the Celtics at all costs to protect America, but Edison, as an inventor, could not make such a choice without hesitation.

He understood that this was a brutal act, but he had no other answer and could only choose to turn a blind eye and act in accordance with the will of successive presidents.

"This guy is not fit to be king. Although he has power and fame as a Heroic Spirit Edison, he is cowardly and weak-willed. He is not even as good as the Mad King Cu Chulainn created by Maeve."

"Edison took on a responsibility that shouldn't have been his. When this responsibility fell on him, he really couldn't refuse it... So all we have to do is let Shamash's light fall?"

Helena also sighed and then asked Manshu.

"No, this light is just to tell this guy to be prepared. The next step is to make him sober."

Manshu shook his head to deny it, then clenched his hands into fists and smiled ferociously.

Chapter 15 Dilemma

"Ah...I admit my mistake."

Edison, with a bloody head, lay on the ground. He stretched out his right hand and covered his face with his palm, speaking softly.

"Because of my weak awareness, the citizens I was supposed to protect died."

"I thought you would hold on for a while."

Manshu shook his head and walked away in boredom, then stood aside and continued:

"Now that you have finally returned to the starting point, it is time to officially correct the situation on this land."

After spending all this time, Manshu was able to determine the current situation. It would be dangerous for him to charge into the Celtic city alone and try to overthrow them.

The sun in the sky is also playing its role. Its existence undoubtedly gives the Celtics more strength and adds to the threat.

Now that we have come this far, it won’t take much time to continue talking about it.

"Wow... after all the sacrifices, I'm back to square one. What should I do next?"

Edison stood up from the ground with difficulty, his face full of sadness and worry.

"To be honest, even to this day, I still can't think of a way to save the world, nor can I think of a way to defeat Celtic."

What he had shown before was just deceiving himself.

After being exposed and revealed, Edison looked sad again.

"If you can't think of it, just keep going. You'll know it now. Continue to challenge the three Celtic and four Tetras. Although the support of those mechanical soldiers is completed by brainwashing, at least the presidents of the interests of the United States on your dress believe that you can save America.

Even though those things were transformed from sheer obsession into something closer to resentment, at least they had cast their trust and determination.

Since you call yourself the President King, and are far superior to all the previous presidents, you should face me with the proper manner and show me the appearance and attitude that are worthy of your words. "

Manshu stood in front of Edison and stretched out his right hand, which was clenched into a fist.

"Ah... I understand. This time I must create a great invention that can save the world! This time I must succeed!"

Edison took a deep breath, staggered forward, and stretched out his right fist to meet him.

"Magician, Thomas Alva Edison! May my wisdom be used to save the world."

"Then let's just keep going. Hmm... There seems to be some problem over there with Geronimo. Are their forces still not enough?"

Manshu just nodded and was about to continue speaking when he suddenly frowned and took out an obsidian mirror.

A tiny crack suddenly appeared on the mirror, and the next moment the crack expanded further and became extremely conspicuous.

"Karna is not far away and is slowly recovering from his injuries. It is up to you, the President, to decide how to save this land. I have to rush to Washington to check on Geronimo and the others."

"Washington? Is it possible that Gerald Nemo and the others are going to assassinate the Mad King?"⑶＞肆◆∵⑷℃②′⊙

At this moment, Washington was the capital of the Celtics. After hearing what Manshu said, Edison didn't have to spend much effort to guess what had happened.

"It's almost the same, but the Mad King must have had some of his spiritual base destroyed by me. Even with the Holy Grail and Rune Magic, it will take time for him to recover."

"Then I won't delay you from rescuing Geronimo. The rebels are also a very important force, although they have caused a lot of trouble since they are independent of us."

Edison immediately took a few steps back, pretending to make room.

Although I don't know how Manshu plans to get from Denver to Washington quickly, I guess he will need some space to teleport or start quickly.

"It's not that troublesome."

Manshu said slowly.

The distance between Denver and Washington cannot be rushed. While talking, Manshu was also activating the black obsidian mirror in his hand.

"I hope that next time we meet, I will see you in a manner worthy of a king. This time, Karna earned my mercy for you, but next time, you won't have the slightest chance of earning my mercy."

After saying this, Mansu threw the obsidian mirror in his hand. The mirror immediately expanded and fell to the ground, forming a deep abyss.

Manshu jumped in without any hesitation and disappeared in front of Edison and Helena.

The obsidian mirror also immediately turned into smoke as Manshu disappeared, and disappeared in an instant.

“Obsidian mirror… is that the Aztec sun, Tezcatlipoca?”

Edison looked at the mirror and recalled the knowledge in his mind.

"The dark sun is hanging high in the sky. No one in America can defeat it, not even the Celts."

……

Washington a few hours ago.

"Everyone! Thank you for gathering here for Maeve!

This country is the Kingdom of the Eternal King! It belongs to Xiao Ku and me, created by Xiao Ku and me, and it belongs only to Xiao Ku and me!

Be honored to serve us 24 hours a day, be happy to belong to us 24 hours a day, whether it is justice, honor or glory, it is ours! "

Queen Maeve was standing on the platform, preaching loudly to the people and Celtic soldiers below.

"How about it……?"

Geronimo asked Robin Hood, who was wearing a cloak beside him.

"The only two Servants I can sense are none other than these, at least within my detection range."

"So there are no other servants."

Geronimo nodded slightly and gave the order.

"Then, let's carry out the assassination plan we have agreed upon."

Robin Hood lifted up his cloak, and Nero, who was dressed in pure white, hid under the cloak.

That cloak is a treasure called the Hoodless King, which has the ability to become completely transparent and gain a skill similar to Breath Blocking.

Robin Hood and Nero relied on the effect of the Faceless King to slowly approach Queen Maeve who was standing on the stage.

And the moment they got closer, Robin Hood put away his cloak, and Nero, who was standing in front, waved the primordial fire in his hand.