The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

The original level of this Noble Phantasm was A++ for anti-military use, but it was changed to A in FGOM4. Its power was directly reduced by two-thirds, but it is still at least an A-level anti-military Noble Phantasm, and its light still retains its color.

Tristan's sure-hit magic bow is also a treasure for the same-level enemy. Countless harp strings fly out, building up an intercepting force and firing vacuum arrows at the same time.

Lancelot and Tristan are both servants who prefer hand-to-hand combat, and they really cannot provide much help in the case of light cannon bombardment.

However, the four Knights of the Round Table, whose strength has already been enhanced with the blessing of the Lion King, should also have a certain increase in the power of the released treasures.

The sun rising from the ground and two pillars of magical light resisted the pillars of lightning descending from the sky.

Even though they did not touch the ground, the power generated by the four treasures and the thunder falling from the sky could still tear the land underground apart.

The ground collapsed in circles. It had already collapsed once, leaving only hard soil and rock. The ground was shaved off again, causing the mountain to collapse completely.

"You managed to stop it with only one person dead? I have to admit, I underestimated you guys."

Manshu had indeed never imagined that the Knights of the Round Table tried their best but were ultimately able to block the lightning he had caused.

In his expectation, at least Tristan would die, and it might even be that only Gawain would survive thanks to his incredibly strong body under the sun.

But the only one who died at this moment was Mordred, who had completely detonated the blessing and exhausted all his strength in the rampage.

"The dead warrior is the best sacrifice today. Her departure has bought you a chance to live. My heart has received a satisfactory sacrifice. Now retreat. I allow you to leave with your lives."

Manjusri used his magic power to rise from the ground in the form of lightning and thunder to calm the greedy impulse in his heart, and declared loudly.

The remaining three Knights of the Round Table are not easy to deal with. The magic power that he had accumulated has been almost used up just now. If he continues to fight with the remaining strength, he will not be able to maintain his dignity.

Anyway, as long as his own Noble Phantasm is completed, he won't have to worry about the Knights of the Round Table and the Lion King anymore, so it's okay to let them go.

His heart had indeed been somewhat soothed by the death of Mordred, but the hearts of the warriors who died in the battle were not available, and that still did not bring peace to this heart.

“Even if it’s the King, there’s no way he could easily launch an attack of that magnitude.

Whether you are truly satisfied with Sir Mordred's sacrifice or you do not want to show your weakness, I cannot retreat. I am sure that I will never have another chance to defeat you, so I must kill you here."

But Gawain did not accept this and insisted on continuing to swing his sword.

"But we have run out of ammunition and food. Gao Wenqing, who liberated Cavendish twice, doesn't have much strength left even under the sun.

If more than half of the Knights of the Round Table were killed here, it would hinder the King's plan, which would be even more sad. "

But Tristan, who was pregnant, had no desire to sacrifice himself. Instead, he moved back and just pulled the bowstring with his hands.

"My opinion is the same as Gao Wenqing's. We should not retreat at this moment, but continue to rush to the battlefield with our swords held high."

Lancelot was even more decisive. Without suffering much loss, he simply swung the holy sword Arondate in his hand, aiming to get closer to Manshu to fully unleash the power of the sword in his hand.

"I see. You have chosen to die miserably. Then come and accept your fate and end."

Since the knight in front also swung his sword to attack without hesitation, he could only continue to call upon the brilliance of thunder.

"Let me tell you where the eternal kingship and eternal rule of the One Who Walks on the Clouds comes from!"

Manshu continued to mobilize all his remaining magic power without hesitation, and the shining thunder light fell to the ground again, trying to annihilate the enemies who resisted the one who walks on the clouds.

But Gawain used his sword and body as a shield to block Mansu's lightning in a very brutal way, and cooperated with Lancelot to approach Mansu.

Gawain's tough body under the sun was indeed difficult to deal with, so Sanmanshu subconsciously planned to use his magic power to raise the dark clouds that blocked the sun, but he suddenly realized something and stopped the action, simply using lightning to block the two people's progress.

"Hold the sword tightly, Silver Arm (Switch On Agateram)!"

A man in plain silver-white armor rushed out from behind the scattered Holy City Knights, raising his right hand and bursting out starlight.

The sun, which had never set, finally set at this moment, and Gawain, who used his body as a shield, was directly struck away by the lightning.

"Knight Bedivere!"

Gawain let out a sound of disbelief when he saw the person coming.

Chapter 17: Respite

"As a Knight of the Round Table, are you planning to betray the King?!"

Gawain, who was knocked flying, got up from the ground and asked in a shaking voice.

"It's so sad. I didn't expect you to appear here and become an enemy of the Round Table... But Lord Gawain, the silver arm in Bedivere's hand is blocking your blessing. Without the sun, we have no chance of winning. It's time to retreat."

Tristan's expression changed slightly, revealing some confusion, but as he had been half-staying out of the matter, he was more aware of the situation on the scene.

So Tristan shot out the strings of the lyre directly, which bound Gawain and Lancelot around the waist and pulled them backwards.

"I see."

Gawain did not resist, and together with Tristan, he quickly left the battlefield to the rear, leaving the remaining soldiers and the Knights of the Order to rush forward to stop them.

Those who were still able to survive were indeed good fighters, and Bedivere, who had just freed his silver arm, even found it difficult to deal with them.

"The warriors left behind are still swinging their swords to fight for a slim chance of survival, or fulfilling their final duty. Either way, it's a pretty good delicacy, enough to whet one's appetite."

Manshu let the three Knights of the Round Table leave, and just rushed into the crowd with a flash of lightning.

"Tell me your name, warrior who has entered the battlefield where I shine, and who has blinded the sun with his radiance.

Phew… What a wonderful smell, blood and flesh are burning together, you have already offered a sacrifice that will please the master of this land, I will swallow these snacks and then reward you for your victory. "

Zhuan Manshu reached out and grabbed Bedivere who was swinging his sword while being besieged by many knights.

Even at such a close distance, Nine could already smell the burning smell coming from Bedivere's body. It was the sound of the arm, flesh, blood, and bones burning under the load of the Silver Arm.

The pain of hissing internal organs was so unbearable, but the silver-armed warrior was still swinging his sword and fighting with the knight.

So Manshu grabbed him directly from the formation and threw him aside to avoid affecting his slaughter.

After all, if there are friendly forces in the formation, you can't be too reckless and arbitrary, you need to be careful.

⑶After throwing Bedivere out, Manshu attached lightning to his body and tore apart all living things within his sight.

Five arms were flying in the sky like birds, heads kept rolling down, and blood was soaking the ground.

⒍The lightning only needs to fall from the sky at this time, ignite a fire, turn the land soaked in blood into a sacrifice, and bring joy.

④ Manshu’s heart was greedily sucking the blood on the ground, not knowing whether it was an illusion. Amidst the flying blood and body parts, Manshu vaguely saw a scarlet tongue sticking out from his chest, rolling up the corpses scattered on the ground.

The massacre was over in just a few minutes. Although these knights still possessed considerable strength, that was only relative to second- and third-rate servants.

They had been affected by lightning from the beginning, and were constantly bearing the magical fluctuations caused by the battle between the Knights of the Round Table and Manshu.

If it were in good condition, it might still take some effort, but it was badly damaged. He had even seen the scene of him drawing lightning from the sky like a god. How much strength would the sword have left?

If there is two points of strength, at least one of them comes from the bloodthirsty desire brought and aroused by Mansu's heart.

Ah, that greedy and bloodthirsty heart kept making sounds, spewing out scarlet mist, covering the battlefield.

Therefore, those knights would not choose to flee, but would just swing their swords forward and face death without fear.

Otherwise, there are still hundreds of knights and soldiers left, and it would still take a lot of effort to escape in the mountains.

Manshu's desire was not calmed until the last knight knelt in a pool of blood, his limbs torn apart and dissipated.

But Manshu's heart was not satisfied yet, it was still beating, wanting to continue killing and hunting down those knights, and to charge directly into the Cretaceous City.

④How much this heart longs for the warrior's blood to flow over the knees, how much it longs for the glorious blood to flow down the neck and cleanse the body with blood.

But this is not possible. We cannot completely indulge ourselves, completely indulge in this desire to kill and cannot extricate ourselves.

偲 "The sky sends down dew, the stars send down rain, this is the rain from Him who walks on the clouds, burying the hostility on the battlefield and comforting the hearts of the fields."

Manshu called for clean water, letting the dew wash away this cruel battlefield, letting the joy of peace replace the bloodthirstiness of war, cleansing the battlefield while calming the impulsive heart.

⑨ "Well, Knight of the Silver Arm, what is your desire? If you want to tell me, then open your mouth. I will be satisfied with your sacrifice and stay patiently for a moment to listen to your desire."

The rain also fell on Bedivere's body, eliminating the smell of burning bones and blood coming from his body, and his somewhat exhausted appearance was almost restored.

⒌ "Thank you for your abundant grace, King who wields the power of the gods and rules the earth. I come to you with a pleading heart. I hope to get your help to save my friend."

Bedivere spoke to Manshu calmly and respectfully. Of course, he appeared in this land with a wish. He came here because there was something he had to do.

Bedivere was a Knight of the Round Table serving King Arthur and one of the original Knights of the Round Table. He served as a butler of the court, looked after the king's life, and witnessed the king's end.

King Arthur, who was mortally wounded, was taken to the Pure Forest by Bedivere in the hope that he could recover.

But King Arthur calmly handed his holy sword to Bedivere and said, "After passing through this forest and over the hill, there is a lake. Go and throw my sword into it."

Returning the holy sword would mean the death of King Arthur. Bedivere went back and forth twice, telling lies that the sword had been returned, but was discovered every time. The king just said calmly: "Go and complete your mission."

So for the third time, Bedivere returned the sword to the fairy in the lake, and the king successfully stopped breathing and died.

But here, Bedivere still failed to return the holy sword for the third time. When Bedivere returned to the forest again, he found that the king was gone.

In order to atone for his sins, Bedivere spent a long time with the desire to return the holy sword, until he was exhausted in Avalon.

After getting the help of Merlin, Bedivere obtained the Silver Arm and came to this land to continue to fulfill his mission.

But that is something he has to accomplish by himself, and here he is only asking for the rescue of his companions.

"Is it really about saving people? Well, it's okay to treat it as after-dinner entertainment. Come with me. I'm not interested in standing here and listening to you talk."

There were only a few people who needed to be rescued here, and Manshu knew what was going on, so he interrupted Bedivere and lifted him up with lightning, while he also stepped on the thundercloud and rose from the ground.

"Ah...Okay, I was inconsiderate in making this request to you on this ruined battlefield."

Bedivere was stunned for a moment, and just stood respectfully in the thunderclouds, curiously feeling the perspective of the sky looking down, without saying anything more.

However, Manshu had no intention of staying, nor did he even think of heading to West Village. He could not see the situation below clearly when moving at high speed in the not-too-high altitude.

"It's incredibly powerful. Such power is hard to come by even in my time. It reminds me of the great heroes in stories and legends."

Cursed Arm Hassan was able to hear the voice transmission thanks to Arash's clairvoyance.

"The more this is the case, the more we should be happy. Facing the Lion King and her destroying the Holy City and building a city, we need such a powerful force. Only then can we get the opportunity to defend God and take back the Holy City."

"That old man is about to come back, and he brought a knight who suddenly appeared just now. It seems that there will be one more guest in the village."

Arash withdrew his gaze. In fact, he was not very comfortable observing Manshu. When his eyes fell on Manshu, he always had a premonition of danger, just like the feeling that ordinary people would have when being stared at by a wild beast.

But how could Arash, a great hero of the Age of Gods, be in such a situation? Even if it was a divine beast, he was confident that he could kill it with the bow and arrow in his hand.

That is undoubtedly a mystery of a higher level, which is why I, as a human being, feel an inexplicable fear.

“It’s even more fortunate to have an extra bit of strength. Although food in the village is tight, it will be enough to hold out for a while longer.

As long as we can defeat the Lion King and retake the Holy City, the villagers will not have to suffer these hardships and can return to their previous lives. "

The situation in East Village is still better than that in West Village. At least there is food to talk about. The situation in West Village is quite poor, and sometimes people can only barely survive with salt and water.

"Survival is not something you should worry about. The knights from the Holy City who attacked today just provided a rich sacrifice. Let the people of West Village move here directly. I will promise you abundance and prosperity, and let the people living on the land where I stand no longer have to worry about life."

Manjushri's voice fell from the sky along with thunder and lightning, and said to the curse wrist.

“If you cannot have enough food, how can you have enough strength, how can you move earth and rocks, and build miracles on earth?

Since this land and the people on it are under my control, look up and see the abundance of the One who walks on the clouds. "

The arrival of the Knights of the Round Table indeed provided an excellent sacrifice. Otherwise, considering the food factor, Manshu planned to spend some time with Tawara Tota who was summoned to this land.

Otherwise, the people here would not have much food to eat and would usually be on the verge of starvation. How would they have the energy to complete the Hanging Gardens?

"I have seized my enemies, and have cut them in pieces with the sword, and have scattered them with the winnowing fan, and have roasted them with the fire, and have ground them with the millstone into mustard powder, and have spread them over the field.

The sky will rain down oil, the rivers will flow with honey, and the rains of Him who walks on the clouds will make everything happy."

All those cruel acts will constitute this abundance, calling upon the scene of prosperity and abundance with the power of Baal, letting the abundant rain fall and turning the earth from barren to fruitful.

The barren mountains changed into vibrant colors in an instant, and fruits grew from the emerging green plants. Hassan the Cursed Wrist picked a fruit and took a bite, finding it sweet and juicy.

But the rich juice of the fruit was not as good as the drops of water dripping from his face. Cursed Hassan did not continue to taste the fruit, but held it in his hand.

“This abundant scene of pure vitality lasts for seven days. After seven days, the vitality will begin to fade, causing the miracle of abundance to gradually fade away.

This is the law of everything. The cycle of abundance and plenty will repeat every seven days. If it were not for the direct blessing, after the seven days of abundance there would be seven days of famine.

After all, the scope of action is not small, and it is impossible for Manshu to exert all his strength on this land.

The previous battle against the Knights of the Round Table had already used up all of his accumulated magic power, and the Crown of Bull Horns had disappeared on Egyptian soil.

Therefore, the power obtained from the sacrifice was first condensed into ox horns, a symbol of abundance, and then the power of abundance in the ox horns was used to bless the land.

Maintaining seven days of abundance without damaging the horns themselves is indeed the greatest power, after all, it also has to reduce subsequent costs.

"That's enough. All we ask for is protection so that we can fight against the Lion King who places himself above God. Without you, the four Knights of the Round Table would be enough to destroy all the villages of our mountain people, not to mention the promised abundance."

It was difficult for Hassan the Cursed-Arm to say anything more. Among all the Hassans who were summoned, he undoubtedly had the deepest feelings for this land.

Because this was the time when he lived, most of the people in the village were people he knew during his lifetime.

"Okay, it's your turn next, Silver Arm Knight. What does the so-called "Where is the person" you need me to rescue look like?"

After dropping the abundance, Manshu turned around, looked at Bedivere whom he brought with him and asked him.