The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

Hearing Miyamoto Iori's voice, Mansu turned around, recognized him, and spoke to him as he had just begun.

He had only said half of his words when Manshu's gaze fixed on Iori's face.

From the look in Miyamoto Iori's eyes and from the fact that he had already placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, there was no need to explain his high will to fight.

"Enough outstanding warriors have died tonight. There is no need to kill one more. I advise you to regain your sanity. The only result of drawing a sword with a human body is death."

At the moment, Manshu was in a good mood. He did not pay much attention to the provocative look and instead advised.

"No, only the winner can survive tonight."

Miyamoto Iori restrained the expression on his face, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking, as if the hasty and out-of-control look just now did not exist.

"Oh...it seems that you are going to join this battle as a warrior. Then what is your desire that makes you pursue such absurd possibilities even at the cost of your life?"

Only at this moment did Manshu truly take a look at Miyamoto Iori, the Master of Saber, who was standing in front of him.

There was no doubt that this guy was just a human being, and it was a bit ridiculous for him to challenge him with this body.

No matter how high your swordsmanship is, you won't be able to join in such a battle.

Even Yagyu Munenori, who is also a sword master, could only say that he could not interfere after witnessing the warm-up battle between Achilles and Cu Chulainn.

But this guy does make people feel a bit strange, revealing some indescribable feeling.

"Although I have lost my Servant, I should still be a participant in this ceremony. I am here for the waxing moon."

A little further away, the Cup of the Crescent Moon was still placed on the ground, but it had fallen into the rubble due to the fluctuations of the battle here.

Chapter 53: Broken

"You came here for a wish? But even if you have a wish that must be fulfilled, there is no need to devote your life to something that is impossible to accomplish.

As long as you are still alive, you can always rely on your own strength to try to fulfill your wish by any means. Instead of just giving away your precious life that can never come back like you are doing now. "

Manshu shook his head and said that although the other party might not be unable to come back, after all, the name Miyamoto Iori sounded somewhat familiar, and he might be able to be summoned as a servant.

But at least his life as a human being has ended, which is an unnecessary action.

"Well, haven't you realized the outcome of failure yet?"

Samson regained his form and ran towards Manshu.

This guy was defeated several times by the remaining magic power, but he stood up again with his terrifying vitality.

This was indeed a bit annoying, and Manshu could only wave his hand again, using the sun's rays to peel off the green-haired fighter's body, making him unable to move for a while.

"This is not just for Berserker. As a Master, you should also accept that you cannot continue to fight for the Waxing Moon Cup. If you intend to avenge your Servant, you should give up this foolish idea.

If you rush forward blindly without being able to do anything, it's not revenge, it's just impulse."

Manshu turned and walked towards the full moon, ready to end this full moon ceremony that imitated the Holy Grail War.

"No, even so, I still long for the full moon. Living in a peaceful world, the sword in my heart is hungry, so I need to get the full moon."

Manshu, who was walking towards the full moon, stopped and turned around.

"I have repeatedly advised you to cherish your life. Such kindness is hard to come by at any time... But since you only know how to be like a snake, I will grant you the fate of extinction."

Manshu then remembered the appearance of the guy in front of him. He opened his eyes and all he could see was the persistent thought.

This is a ghost hiding itself in the appearance of a human. Although for some reason it can still maintain a normal appearance, it can no longer be concealed now.

"For the sake of your followers, I will allow you to die painlessly. When the golden boat arrives in the morning, before the breeze reaches the port of victory, I will hold the torch high and open the door of death for you."

Manshu simply stretched out his hand and poured out the flames, allowing the fire that pierced through the darkness to burn the man.

Even if one had mastered swordsmanship to such an extreme that he could cut magic in half with one blow, it would be difficult for the blade in his hand to cut through the flame.

The flesh of a mortal, if touched, would immediately turn into ashes, without any pain at all, and would lose his life in the blink of an eye.

"It seems that you still don't understand... As calm as the sun, following the way of being a human being, that's how others see me.

But I am not such a person, just as you now regard me as an ordinary person and are unwilling to spend any effort on me.

In this world, we should really follow the way of being a human being. Whether it is love or heart, it is helpful to the world. This is the best choice to live a stable and fulfilling life, just like breathing, it is a natural truth.

You know it, and I know it too well, so I behave this way, but it has never been my purpose.

My purpose has never changed and cannot change. I have only one wish: to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

I will behave calmly and follow the way of being a human being in order to understand the people who live a peaceful life by following the way of humanity in this peaceful world.

As long as I understand, I can kill them easily. I just want to understand more in order to kill more, no matter if it's the people of Edo, the master, Saber or anyone else.

I want to defeat everyone in the world. I live only to kill all my opponents.

So, Rider, I will draw my sword from you and take the waxing moon, just for myself."

Miyamoto Iori did not look at the flames rushing towards him, but just stared at Manshu with eyes full of murderous intent.

His right hand rested on the hilt of the knife, and his left hand held the scabbard. He drew the knife the moment the flames came, cutting everything in front of him in half.

"Haa... It's a bit strange that I haven't looked at you straight in the eye. Although you are not worthy of too much attention, you are not completely unworthy either.

Only the winners can survive tonight. The last setting sun is on you, so it is time to send you back. First Sun, die here. "

It was not until this moment that Manshu realized that this was the end of the night, the final death of the setting sun, and the final challenger of this ceremony.

"Come on, let me be the referee and decide the final winner of this festival. Each of them is a top-notch sacrifice, it's a pity that I can't take all of them."

A man with yellow and black stripes painted on his body and wearing a jaguar skin emerged from the darkness, holding weapons in both hands and his right foot made a crisp sound as it stepped on the ground. That foot was inlaid with an obsidian mirror.

This is Tezcate Lipoca's incarnation as a warrior, his manifestation as the god who brings war.

"Do you still have the power left in my heart? Or have you completely used up the last of your strength to appear before me again?"

Manshu could see that Miyamoto Iori's gaze had also shifted, and he knew that this was not an illusion just for him, so he asked.

"Do you want to know? Nothing is without price. Of course, it can also be without price. Do you want to ask my mirror?"

Tezcatlipoca just spoke ambiguously, took out another obsidian mirror from his chest, and held it up to Manshu.

"That's not necessary. You should focus on the battle you are passionate about. I'm sure you have been waiting for it for a long time."

After seeing this reply, Mansu lost interest in looking at the mirror again.

The mirror may give a real answer, but it may also be covered with a shadow, bringing an illusory answer.

There is no need to say more about the fact that Tezcatlipoca is the god of impermanence; the smoky mirror makes this clear, and the answer he gives is as vague as the mirror's smoky surface.

"Yes, this battle has really kept me waiting. Then I will leave this place to you two. Come and fight each other fiercely. Don't be distracted when killing each other."

Tezcatlipoca didn't say anything more, but took two steps back and threw the obsidian knife in his hand into the middle.

"The winner can use this to dig out the loser's heart."

The sound of the obsidian knife falling to the ground was like the sound of a gunshot that announced the start of a game.

Miyamoto Iori did not rush to draw his sword and attack. Instead, he sheathed the sword, assumed a fighting stance, stared at Manshu with bated breath, and took a step forward.

Niten Ichiru's fighting style is to follow the movement of the sword and change with the situation. However, when facing a strong enemy, he needs to calm himself, turn his sword heart to zero, and take a stance.

The advantage of the two-sword style is that it can exert the maximum power in an instant. Miyamoto Iori himself also learned the secret sword and the secret technique, and was called a genius with all the principles.

He was constantly learning. When the ceremony began, he only mastered the earth and water types. Through constant fighting and understanding, he gradually comprehended wind, fire, and finally air.

Although this rapid comprehension did not allow him to reach the level of Miyamoto Musashi, he was able to flexibly combine the sword skills in his hands to create different possibilities and defeated the sword master who had already reached the ultimate level.

Miyamoto Iori pulled out the double swords from her waist, and used the second form of the empty sword as her killing mace, performing a dimensional slash in the Iai posture. Then her body turned into a flashing light, and she launched empty slashes in the air in different postures.

If we only talk about the technique, this is indeed a commendable strike, but in this desperate fight, it is not worth spending too much time on it.

After all, the gorgeous sword skills were just slashed by an ordinary blade in Miyamoto Iori's hand, and it was ultimately just a sword technique used to kill people.

The two skills that Manshu himself possesses are enough to bring him great advantages in hand-to-hand combat. They can not only enhance his own abilities, but also reduce the enemy's attacks.

Moreover, the two katana in Miyamoto Iori's hands were indeed just ordinary weapons. With Theseus' skills, it was not unreasonable to want to seize them. At least the difficulty should be easier than seizing Doujikiri Yasunaga from Ugly Gozen.

As the most powerful mysterious killer in the Heian period, Ushigozen possesses infinite martial arts, which are skills obtained from martial arts that were known as unparalleled in a certain era.

For a swordsman, brute force is enough to overturn it, and it does not have to be brute force that is completely beyond the specification.

However, out of respect, Mansu still took out the fake book filled with words and recited Angra Mainyu's treasure.

After releasing the treasure, the scarlet words attached to Manshu's body, allowing this primitive witchcraft to take effect.

Even if Miyamoto Iori's slash could reach Manshu and penetrate his flesh, the final result would only be the destruction of Miyamoto Iori's fragile body.

Although it seemed that he was under the control of Tezcatlipoca, Miyamoto Iori's body was not as fragile as that of an ordinary mortal.

After all, Manshu had already opened the sun that resided in his eyes. Even though Sekhmet had fallen into a deep sleep, there was no problem in exerting the power of the eyes themselves.

As the eyes of the god Ra used to punish non-believers, even if they did not emit magical light, they could bring terrifying pressure that could destroy the minds of mortals.

But Miyamoto Iori seemed to be unaffected, and even his sword-wielding hand did not waver at all.

But the hand that wields the sword cannot cut off the radiance of the sun.

On the contrary, the two weapons showed signs of melting, forcing Miyamoto Iori to choose to avoid their sharp edge.

"I walk in the day, I am yesterday, today and tomorrow, the holy soul of the hidden one who created the gods, the one who feeds the blessed one."

Mansu just walked forward, picked up a piece of wood from the ground, turned it into Durandal, and attached the magic power of the sun to it.

Although the material is not excellent, Durandal's sharpness is enough to be used. After all, the opponent's weapon is not that good.

The more likely possibility is that the two weapons collided with each other and broke together.

Manshu didn't use much skill, but just relied on the strong power brought by the release of magic to kill Miyamoto Iori.

We must cut off his body and sword together to end this battle.

The sound of swords clashing was heard, and Miyamoto Iori stepped back, but the blade in his hand only looked more ferocious.

The more dangerous the situation, the less fear he has, pursuing his sword path between life and death.

He is a loyal swordsman, just like Yagyu Munenori who is waiting for a fight to the death with Musashi in the swordsman's life-and-death duel.

At that time, Yagyu Munenori commented on himself like this, "Whether it was the loyalty that I should have offered to Lord Iemitsu or the life that I should have dedicated to the Yagyu family and the Shinkage Ryu, all of this disappeared, and what remains in this world is just a sword demon."

"The mysterious and exquisiteness of the intersection of swords, the instantaneous fusion of life and death, the state of mind that one achieves harmony and unity with the opponent, the way of the swordsman is truly interesting.":

If you have never experienced a battle that can excite you in this life, then you can indeed live a dull life as a human being. If you have never experienced an opponent worthy of drawing your sword, then of course you can live a peaceful life.

But once the sword drinks blood, it will naturally never be able to return to the cage. It will be unable to control its own heart and it will be difficult for it to become a lifeless corpse that has cut itself off from the peaceful world.

Even though the moon is full, it still cannot quench the thirst of the cold sword.

Iori was constantly retreating, but his momentum and the strength with which he swung his sword were growing stronger and stronger.

Until he seized the opportunity he had identified, six sword lights flashed across the space and appeared in people's eyes.

After Miyamoto Musashi passed away, Miyamoto Iori, who was paying homage at his grave, met his master's former greatest enemy, Sasaki Kojiro.

Miyamoto Iori regarded him as his second master and learned the secret of the secret sword Swallow Return from him.

When Miyamoto Iori comprehended the realm of emptiness, he integrated the Swallow Return into the Niten Ichiryu and used the two swords in his hands to launch the Swallow Return at the same time.

This is a fatal sword that slashes at the opponent simultaneously with blades approaching from three directions, imitating the skills of past sword masters, and directly takes the opponent's head.

The originally blocked three parties became even more impossible to evade after becoming six parties. This is the double application that can only be achieved with the heart of seeking the truth.

But just like Yan Fan, if the weapon is damaged, then this impeccable attack will naturally have flaws.

"I carry the golden rod, I unlock the gates of death, I pass through the darkness in triumph."

Manshu used the stick in his hand as a cane and struck out with it, moving forward and breaking the sword in Miyamoto Iori's hand.

"A sword is only a sword..."

In this strike, a total of four swords broke.

Miyamoto Iori and the two swords in his hands and the makeshift weapon in Manshu's hands.

"It's over, but I don't think this will satisfy you."

Manshu picked up the obsidian dagger dropped by Tezcatlipoca in front of him, took it in his hand, took a slight aim, and threw it directly at Tezcatlipoca.

Chapter 54 End

“This is enough. In any case, I have seen warriors who fought bravely and died fiercely. This is a satisfactory sacrifice.

I accept this blood, please give it to me as a farewell to the sun. "

Tezcatlipoca reached out and caught the obsidian dagger that was thrown at him, placed the tip of the dagger against his chest, cut open his skin, and dug out his heart.

"This is the heart of the mountain you once offered to me, the embodiment of the powerful, wise, sacred beast. You spent so much effort on this. Don't you plan to take your heart back?"