The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

Many parts of the room in front of Si were melted by the fire just now, and some parts were damaged in the explosion, so it was already in a ruined state.

⑻ “Compared to yesterday, today’s pressure is much greater, and there have been several dangerous situations here. I think some people will think that they should prepare for the next battle, so they will conserve their strength here and wait for others to defeat the ownerless Rider. But by now, you should realize that this is an unrealistic fantasy, right, Rider?”

⒋ The ugly lady who had just returned was greeted with a shout. It seemed that she did not exert much effort and would only rush forward when there was an opportunity to gain advantage.

2 "My power will be used at critical moments, when it is necessary to correct everything in this world and put everything back on track."

9 Ugly Gozen replied calmly.

"I will judge the time to launch the real thunder. If you want to ask me sincerely, you might as well bow down to me first and show the right attitude."

Chapter 44: Soul

"Now is not the time for internal fighting, Saber, but Rider, you are so mysterious, you really shouldn't just display this much power.

qI hope you can exert more strength in the future, instead of just standing by and judging. Although we need strength, if we cannot exert it, it will become a disaster, so we must first eliminate it. "

U Arjuna spoke, stopping Takezun and speaking to Ugly Gozen at the same time.

"Archer, we are both sons of God. We have the same noble blood flowing in our veins. I will add my own strength to yours.

: But I still need to keep the most important power in the place of correcting the world. This is my master's wish, and I have promised her that I will fulfill this wish for her."

Ugly Gozen was more polite to Arjuna. As the son of Indra, Arjuna possessed B-level divinity. In some versions, he was regarded as the reincarnation of Indra.

Although Takenobu, as the descendant of the Emperor, also possesses divinity, it is only of the lower D level.

"It is indeed an important moral principle to fulfill your oath, but you should not be too rigid about it. In the face of the suffering of an unimaginable number of people, I hope you can act in a proper manner and not be trapped in rigid things."

Arjuna shook his head, gave advice, and then continued to talk to the others:

"But this matter cannot be forced. It is enough to do your best. Let us continue to move forward. It is getting late. Berserker seems to have recovered almost completely, and the sun is almost reaching the center of the sky."

"It's better not to trouble yourself any more. Just swing your weapon with all your strength and let all these things disperse. Then move forward. I'm always available."

Musashi waved her hands and the knife in her hand, but her momentum did not weaken much.

Although he suffered some injuries, the magic power obtained from the effect of the Command Spell was enough to recover quickly.

Therefore, Musashi is still full of energy and vigor.

"Then stop talking nonsense and keep moving forward to get rid of the ownerless Rider as soon as possible."

Wu Zun lightly swung the sword in his hand, raised a few drops of water and walked forward.

2. "Berserker, open the door ahead. Saber, let Berserker explore the way. Most dangers will not have any effect on him, as you have seen."

After hearing Musashi's voice, Samson stretched his body, walked forward, and punched the gate in front of him.

④The door had also been melted a lot by the high temperature just now. Under Samson's attack, it was broken after just two or three punches.

０As soon as the door was broken, a loud explosion was heard at the door, which blew Samson's face black, but the damage was not great.

⑷ The injured Samson did not retreat but rushed forward directly. With Samson leading the way in front, the other servants only needed to follow behind him to avoid these troubles.

"You've put most of your strength into the first level. I'm afraid the remaining strength won't be enough to stop them. What are you going to do next? Do you need my help?"

5. Considering that you drank my Hulk, if you ask me for help, I can help you. "

Six Circes was also watching the situation here at the same time. From his previous observations, he had a rough idea of the distribution here, so he spoke up.

"No, no, no, there's no need to stop them. If you plan to kill them all, everything will be over once you start."

Manshu waved his hand to refuse Circe, and instead changed his view, bringing up Chiemon's position, pointed his finger in that direction, and asked Circe:

"Why don't I catch this guy and bring him to your place first, before he runs away when he sees that the situation here is not good."

"Don't worry about my affairs. Yingyue is in your hands. He is extremely eager to realize his wish, so he will not leave. He is just like those guys. He will leave without looking back because he has a persistent wish in his heart."

Circe was staring into the distance with an unknown look in her eyes, and it was unclear whether she was looking at Chiemon or Odysseus.

"We still have more than enough strength now. Besides, it won't take much effort to deal with him and Lancer. This is disrespectful to Sekhmet. You must apologize to her when she comes back."

Manshu said with a smile, and then passed the order to Sekhmet.

"I'll trouble you to go and bring this guy back to me alive. Don't kill him."

Sekhmet had somehow transformed into a cat and was crouching under Manjusri's seat.

Upon receiving the order, Sekhmet swelled up in an instant, turned into a tall lion, and jumped down from the side.

"That is……?"

Only then did Circe realize that there was such a horrible creature beside her. Just now she thought it might be a cat left as a messenger of the power of the goddess Bastet.

"Didn't I tell Sekhmet to do this? If Jeanne hadn't been degraded to this state, she might still be able to resist, but there's nothing to struggle with now."

Mansu just thought that Circe was worried about whether Sekhmet could capture Chiemon, so he explained a few more words.

"Well, I will apologize to this goddess."

Circe didn't say much. At least as she had the blood of the Titans flowing in her veins and was protected by the goddess, she was able to recognize it.

"I just said it casually. Sekhmet won't care about such a small matter. I'm afraid she won't care more about a little blood."

Manshu smiled and turned his attention back to the servants advancing in the palace.

"Lancer will satisfy Sekhmet, and I will satisfy the unpredictable sun first.

Rider, you are a completely unqualified warrior. As a mysterious killer, you should not behave like this. If you still cannot inspire fighting spirit, I will use you as a sacrifice for elimination."

As Manshu spoke, he output his magic power to activate the pre-made arrangements.

"The gods make the world run and flow, and determine the fate of all things in the world. Only dedication and return can maintain everything. Heart and blood are the most precious gifts."

The servants who moved forward still saw animals when they arrived at the new area.

But this time what they saw was not a mummy, but a living being.

But these animals did not appear to be very powerful. They looked like ordinary animals and were easily killed.

But the dead animal corpses eventually turned into human corpses, and then their talents turned into spots of light and the magic power dissipated.

Chapter 45: Fear

"careful!"

Jiemon was still watching the situation above when he suddenly saw a sun falling from above. Before he could react, the blazing flames hit him directly on the head.

Joan of Arc finally reacted. She immediately stretched out one hand to push her master aside, and with the other hand she grasped the pitch-black spear, stabbing it upwards with a burst of flames of resentment to block the setting sun.

But how could Joan of Arc's power at this moment stop such a terrible sun? The purple flames were like reeds in a strong wind, and it had no choice but to fall down.

The spear that was thrust out could only hold out for a few seconds before it was defeated and deflected, but Chiemon had already distanced himself from her, and Jeanne was immediately sent flying by the force that deflected her.

"What is that? I didn't step on it, or did this guy include all the Masters and Servants who stepped into the upper field in the attack range? What an annoying guy.

In that case, Lancer, go and knock down the thing that Rider shot. Then you can join the battle above. If there is a chance, kill everyone as soon as possible. If there is no chance, go and kill Rider! "

Chiemon clenched his right fist and gave the order with a grin.

"Yes, Master."

Joan of Arc still looked calm, she clenched the two guns in her hands and swung them forward with flames of resentment.

The Joan of Arc in black armor in front of him was not the same as Black Joan of Arc. Black Joan of Arc had good firepower and attributes, but no rules or skills.

Although Joan of Arc's spiritual power has deteriorated due to mental pollution, she still possesses quite strong martial arts and can exert more strength.

But the enemies she faced were not ordinary beings.

The golden-haired lion stepped out of the flames with great swiftness, mercilessly swinging its claws to kill.

The purple flames from Joan of Arc's spear fell into the lion's eyes, and all that was left was contempt and disdain.

What a ridiculous flame this was, to the sun god leaping from the eyes of Ra, the pain and resentment collected from the dead on the battlefield.

When he destroyed the entire land of Egypt and made it wither, the wailing that filled the earth was more than just this. But that only made this tyrannical god more excited.

Although Joan of Arc possessed relatively good martial arts, her strength was far inferior to that of the enemy. Facing the claws that carried violent magic power and emitted billowing heat waves, she had no choice but to keep retreating.

After this face-to-face confrontation, Joan of Arc knew in her heart that the monster in front of her, which exuded a strong divinity, had fangs and sharp claws that could easily kill her.

Then it seemed that the only thing left to do was to keep dodging. Sekhmet's attacks were like surging waves, making it difficult for Joan of Arc to find an opportunity to fight back.

“That’s enough. Even a monster wrapped in flames that was sent down here can’t win. Rider… is just like his position and the shogunate, a guy who is high and mighty…”

Jiemon looked at the scene in front of him with a distorted expression, and then looked at the palace hanging high in the sky again, and the look in his eyes was completely different.

"Lancer, go show the real hell and put out this real fire!"

All Chiemon could do was raise his hand and use the Command Seal in his hand.

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Purple magic power immediately expanded outward with Jeanne as the center, tearing the ground apart.

"Flamme Pays ??tranger!"

The flames of this Noble Phantasm, which caused the death of Joan of Arc, will become a self-destructive Noble Phantasm after the release of her True Name, starting from Joan of Arc and destroying all life in a certain range. Joan of Arc herself will also be harmed.

This Noble Phantasm is forbidden by Joan of Arc herself, and can only be used through the Command Spell.

The raging flames immediately formed a column rising from the ground, and Sekhmet, who was rushing forward, crashed directly into the flames rising from the ground.

But Sekhmet didn't care. He rushed through four or five purple flame pillars in succession and hit Jeanne d'Arc heavily after she had released her treasure.

Joan of Arc was knocked away directly, and then Sekhmet opened his mouth and spit out the fire of the sun.

A terrifying firestorm arose with Sekhmet at its center, engulfing the area burned by purple flames that Jeanne had just created with her treasure.

Even the Noble Phantasm released by the Command Seals seemed so vulnerable, and Jeanne d'Arc, who was knocked away, raised her head on the ground but was unable to lift her body up, and looked seriously injured.

Sekhmet, puffing white smoke from his nose, strolled towards Joan of Arc, ready to take her life.

But the flaming arrows falling from the sky at this moment, although they could not cause any harm, were enough to divert Sekhmet's attention.

That was Zhou Yu in the sky providing support. The battle on the ground was a little too fast. After only a few rounds, Joan of Arc was already in a situation close to defeat.

If not, when Zhou Yu came to support them, the two of them could have cooperated and might have been able to stop the lion.

But in the current situation, Sekhmet did not forget that she was sent here on a mission. As for the troublesome insects above, she just spit out flames from her mouth, rolled them up into a blazing sun and flew upwards.

Then he immediately turned around and rushed directly towards Jiemon.

Jeanne no longer has the ability to fight, so she should first capture Jiemon and report to him, then come down to enjoy the blood, and then she can take care of the annoying guy above.

Sekhmet turned his head and directed his fierce aura at Chiemon, who immediately froze in place, trembling all over and unable to move.

Jiemon could only watch helplessly as the terrifying lion with a fierce look on its face walked towards him step by step, and he was unable to even move his hands and feet.

This was such despair, but he could hardly feel it, because all that was left in his heart was overwhelming fear.

Although the fire of revenge burns in his eyes, if you put aside these things, he is just a child.

He was still the child who lived in the burning sea of fire and was pushed out by his parents.

It took Sekhmet only two or three seconds to get to Jiemon. She controlled her strength and knocked Jiemon down with one palm. Then she lowered her head and tried to pick him up and then returned to the top.

But just as Sekhmet raised her head, the purple magic power created a wave that slashed towards her.

Chapter 46: Burning

Jeanne d'Arc, whose spiritual base has been degraded, is already weaker than before. Both of her Noble Phantasms are only of level D. Apart from being activated faster, she does not have many advantages.

The incoming wave also released the Noble Phantasm Our Lady of Sorrow, but it only scratched Sekhmet's skin, causing minimal damage.

Perhaps the impact it brought was not as great as the anger caused to Sekhmet. At least the blond lion turned around and decided to deal with the servant in front of him first.

Joan of Arc, who was already seriously injured, had no chance of fighting Sekhmet again. However, after two rounds, the two guns in Joan of Arc's hands were knocked away.

However, Joan of Arc's usually calm expression showed a slight smile, but it was quickly covered up by her action of spitting out blood.

Jiemon was held in Sekhmet's mouth, but Jeanne saved him by cutting off the part of his armor that was held in his mouth.

But Sekhmet, whose mouth was free, was an even more difficult opponent. Seeing that his target was taken away, Sekhmet immediately released flames of destruction from his mouth.

Jeanne was also well aware of this, and never thought that she could save her Master safely.

She threw the Master she had saved into the sky and rushed directly towards Sekhmet.

"Archer, please save my Master. He will no longer be a participant in this ceremony and will not pose any influence or threat to you. Please treat it as rescuing a civilian."

Having said this, Zhen Bade threw herself into the blazing flames spewed out by Sekhmet in front of her without caring about her own safety.

"Lancer..."

Zhou Yu was speechless upon seeing this scene, and quickly summoned the tower ship to catch Chiemon who was thrown into the sky.