The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

"Although we are shrinking at the moment, I am afraid we will soon reach a point where we can no longer retreat."

"This is inevitable. Mechanized soldiers probably cannot get the favor of the sun. Even if they can get a little bit of its light, it is far from enough."

At least the United States received the news in advance, so it was prepared to shrink the front line so that the situation would not lead to a disastrous situation of collapse.

"We cannot allow the Celtics to take more land at this moment. The territories taken by the Celtics will become areas controlled by them. If we continue, I am afraid that this era will be completely dominated by them first."

"With the addition of several members of the resistance army, and the strength of several servants, the battle line should be able to stabilize and advance a little. However, if we encounter the servants of the Celtic side, it may lead to the sacrifice of precious combat power.

In order to win, it is ultimately necessary to defeat Cu Chulainn and Maeve. It is better to gather strength before the battle line collapses and rush into the capital Washington to defeat Maeve and Cu Chulainn.

If we continue to consume, we will obviously be at a disadvantage. Although Edison can continuously produce mechanical weapons, the United States has a limited number of warriors, while the Celtics may have unlimited numbers. "

After Helena finished speaking, she picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, waiting for other people's thoughts.

However, this is the current situation. The mechanical infantry created by Edison needs soldiers to control it.

But the soldiers created by the Celtic side were completely created by Maeve through magic.

Maverick, who holds the Holy Grail, possesses nearly infinite magical power, so summoning soldiers is completely free of charge.

But the United States is truly sacrificing its soldiers to protect this land and this country.

After Edison stopped recruiting soldiers through brainwashing and other means, the troops they had were soon stretched thin.

"While it is true that victory is the key, if we march all our forces toward Washington, I'm afraid the United States' front line will collapse immediately.

Therefore, we must keep some followers to maintain the front line, at least to keep the situation in a state of confrontation, and not let the Celtics take away too much territory. "

"We do need to be prepared for a sudden attack from the Celtics. If they send out two or three servants, it will probably only take a week to take over the remaining land we have."

Helena nodded, put down the teacup in her hand, stood up and pointed to the map on the table.

"Then why not divide the troops into two groups, north and south. One group will be responsible for protecting the territory and blocking the Celtic advance, while the other will march towards the capital Washington and defeat the Celtic core."

Helena drew the direction of the march on the map, then looked up at everyone, and finally her eyes fell on Manshu, revealing a questioning tone.

No one present had any objection. When it came down to it, these were really all that needed to be done.

In today's America, it is these heroes of the past who decide the ownership of this land. What they have to do is to kill Maeve and the Mad King and take back the Holy Grail.

"Let's do it. The next step is to wait for the Chaldean team to arrive, and then we can discuss the distribution of forces between the two groups."

Manshu nodded and gave his approval. After hearing this, Helena sat back in her seat.

“ The plan is tentatively set, and some work can be done while waiting.

Mr. Geronimo, the rebels have been using guerrilla tactics in this land. I'm sorry to bother you with the pre-war intelligence gathering work.

Faced with the Celtic's swift offensive, the United States' front-line troops were able to withdraw some of their forces, but due to time constraints they inevitably suffered the loss of most of their forces.

We have only received sporadic reports on the Celtic rear, and it is not a good idea to be in the dark before a battle."

Helena asked Geronimo.

"Leave it to me. I can still play a role in this kind of work."

Geronimo readily agreed.

"These few days I plan to meet the Celtic servants that I have never met. There should be no shadows hidden under the sun, so I need to learn everything."

"Is it the Celtic Servant stationed on Prison Island?"

"Yes, unlike what you think, there is only one Servant on Prison Island, and his name is Beowulf."

"It is him. If it is this fierce warrior, he will indeed serve the Celtic side."

Beowulf is the protagonist of the oldest English epic poem, Beowulf. When he was young, he killed the giant Grundar and his mother who were wreaking havoc on the country, and when he was old, he killed the dragon that was causing trouble.

He was a hero and king who was as selfless as a saint, with no greed for wealth and no desire for power.

9. "And I'm afraid Rama's wife Sita has not been successfully rescued, so I have to go there as well. Rama's power is also indispensable."

Although Si is an immature and young hero, he has not yet reached the stage of overcoming many trials and becoming a complete hero.

But even in this state, Rama is undoubtedly an exceptional servant, second only to the Mad King and the other two super Indians in this land.

Although the plot is relatively abstract, it mainly focuses on only using normal attacks, and the Arm of the Great One in his hand is not used much.

"That's true. If Rama were in his perfect state, he would have a 50% chance of winning even against Karna."

Grits Geronimo said.

Chapter 19: Lessons

Zero "Geronimo and his team's plan to assassinate Queen Maeve failed, but fortunately they received assistance from Lord Lancer, so even though they failed, they all escaped unscathed."

As soon as they left the prison island of Alcatraz, Ritsuka Fujimaru and his companions rushed to the agreed location.

However, before they arrived, some secretly operating rebel soldiers in an abandoned town brought them news.

"That's a blessing in disguise. Does Geronimo have any instructions for the next course of action?"

"Because of the failure of this operation, we have a better understanding of the powerful force of the Celtic side, so we decided to cooperate with the United States of America and jointly launch an attack on the Celtic side.

Mr. Geronimo is now on his way to Denver, and negotiations with the President of the United States have been concluded. Now we only need to formulate the final battle plan. "

"Have you teamed up with Mr. Edison? I understand. We're heading to Denver now."

After learning about the situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others immediately turned around and headed for Denver.

One day passed, and Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group were riding in a carriage on the road.

"A strange Servant is coming here. I can't tell if he has any bad intentions."

Scathach, who was leaning against the wall of the carriage with her eyes closed and holding a gun, suddenly opened her eyes and spoke to Ritsuka Fujimaru who was driving.

"Is it a breath you haven't come into contact with before? That person shouldn't be a Servant from the Celtic side. Perhaps it's a Servant without a Master that you haven't met yet. Invite him to come over and meet you."

Although we don't know what happened in Washington, since the servants of the resistance army and Lancer were unable to complete the plan to assassinate Queen Maeve, power must still be needed.

"I've sent out a breath, and the other party will definitely come over unless he's a coward."

Scathach nodded and expressed her desire to fight.

If I just release my magic power, the other party might choose to avoid me.

However, if provoked, it would be difficult for most servants to choose to ignore it, unless they were cowards or had important matters to attend to.

Of course, even without considering the above factors, Scarka will choose to release fighting spirit to attract servants instead of just releasing magic power.

"This is extremely disrespectful. Even if you want to challenge someone like a warrior, you shouldn't show contempt."

Mansu's emotionless voice fell from the sky, and then he turned into a scorching sun, emitting bright light and heat, hanging dozens of meters above the carriage.

"This is not something that can be easily forgiven. The greatest pardon you can get is to die as a warrior."

"It's Mr. Lancer."

"He is the Lancer, ah, with a very strong aura, and he must have some good abilities. This is indeed enough to support his arrogance, but it is not enough in front of me."

Scathach had picked up her gun at some point, leaned out of the carriage, and held the door of the carriage with one hand.

"You? Ha... It seems that you don't understand your own situation. If there is any wisdom left in your eyes, how can you still talk to me in such a fearless manner?"

Manshu just sneered and then waved his right hand in the air.

"Then let me wake you up, Scathach, the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows."

"Lancer, Scathach, calm down. This is not the time for internal fighting. Both of you are my benefactors. I cannot sit back and watch you fight in front of me."

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting without saying a few words, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly became panicked and quickly stretched out his hand to stop them.

"Fighting? That's out of the question, Master of Chaldea. I just want to teach this queen from nowhere a lesson. It will take some time to kill her. She is not worth my time."

"Don't worry about Fujimaru Ritsuka. So far, no one has been able to kill me. I won't do anything serious. I'm just going to teach you a lesson for your insincere words."

They both said this to Fujimaru Ritsuka before their eyes met.

"You're not serious? If you really do that, then I really don't mind spending some more time to kill you. Even if it's a shadow lurking in the corners and depths, it only exists because it has not yet been illuminated by the light."

"Then let me see your power, demigod of the sun. If you fail me, these red spears will inevitably be stained with the life of the gods again."

Scathach jumped out of the carriage, holding two red spears in her hands, and assumed a fighting stance.

"They are just a bunch of people whose names are hard to leave behind. What's the point of leaving behind more lives?"

"When your blood flows on this gun, you will understand its meaning."

As Scathach's voice fell, her figure disappeared faster than her voice.

Before that voice arrived, the red twin guns arrived first.

"If my blood can flow on your gun, then your gun will have real meaning and value. So go ahead and try, and hunt for the glory that is worthy of your boasting. You can take it as long as you have the power."

The caged spear had already been held in Manshu's hand, and was also swung when Scathach's attack came.

The guns clashed in the space at this moment, but after a few rounds, the ground below was also cut into countless traces.

There were cracks several meters deep, and there were even monsters shaking and collapsing soil and rocks.

"Just looking at your skills and strength, you are not as good as the Mad King in Washington. You can't beat him, and naturally you can't beat me."

Manshu was no stranger to Scathach's martial arts, he had fought with the Mad King twice.

The martial arts used by the Mad King Cu Chulainn were derived from Scathach. The techniques used by the two of them were not much different, and Cu Chulainn was even stronger in all aspects.

Then he was just competing in hand-to-hand combat, and if the two fought, Scathach would definitely be at a disadvantage and lose.

“I’ve heard from Fujimaru Ritsuka that you fought off that naughty apprentice of mine.

Although Cu Chulainn has gone astray, I have the ability to correct him, and of course I have the ability to teach you a lesson."

There's no reason to weaken in a confrontation like this, Scathach said confidently, not taking it seriously.

"Witness the wisdom of the Abyss of the Demon Nine Mirrors, and witness the power of the Primordial Runes!"

Scathach was not careless at all. She had met the Mad King and knew that her apprentice was not someone she could stop.

Maybe there is a certain chance, but I am afraid you need to try your best and rely on your own characteristics to achieve it.

The Lancer who was able to repel Cu Chulainn was undoubtedly an equal opponent.

Therefore, Scathach used the supreme wisdom she gained from being in another world and activated the original runes bestowed by the great god Odin himself.

The wisdom from the magic mirror enables her to use almost all skills except those unique to the hero itself.

In battle, Scathach usually prefers to use her level A clairvoyance to predict the battle for a short period of time.

By combining skills, a clairvoyance of a sufficient level can achieve short-term foresight.

but……

"Can't you see through it?"

Scathach showed a surprised look. She could sense that the opponent's fighting skills were not that sophisticated. He was just relying on his own strength and intuition to fight.

But now he suddenly displayed a very high level of ability, so that people could not see through his martial arts at all, and could not grasp the key points, as if he was using moves at will.

However, this was not an impact, as Rune 9's magic was also being used in Scathach's hands at the same time, exploding with terrifying power.

The original rune and modern rune magic are two completely different forces.

If the original runes were activated with all their might, even if modern magicians used millions of runes, they would not be able to match it.

The flames of a raging fire spread across the land. It was a terrifying heat that was incomparable to the heat released by magic power. It could be said to be a calamity fire that fell from the sky.

"Even if it is the original rune, the fire it ignites cannot compete with the sun. It is just in vain."

"Shamash! Rise from the mountains!"

The blazing sunlight was generated by Manshu's voice, and immediately turned into a violent light snake at his will.

The surging golden magic power rushed forward with utter destruction and terror, colliding with the surging flames.

"How terrifying! Using the power of the sun so wantonly, just calling out the name of God can bring power."

The current situation made Scathach frown for a moment, and the pressure suddenly wrapped around her heart.

“It’s been a long time since I felt this pain, but it’s also pretty good to have the opportunity to meet such an opponent.”

Jiu Yuanchu's Rune failed to stop the blazing light snake. Although he dodged in time, his arm was inevitably burned.

0 Scathach stopped after she had distanced herself from him, sweat dripping from her face.

"I'm at a disadvantage in the first round, now let's go to the next round."

8 Scathach restrained her own magical power and concentrated it on the scarlet twin guns.