The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

"Sir Lancelot, the mythical beast that is wreaking havoc in the sky is the great dragon worshipped by the Babylonians. You are the only one among us who has a story of slaying a dragon and has a chance to defeat that dragon. Go and accomplish this task."

"Yes."

Lancelot didn't ask any more questions. He held Arondite in his hand and observed the position of the angry snake in the sky, looking for an opportunity to jump on it.

Flying monsters are indeed a troublesome task for servants who cannot fly. However, no matter how difficult it is, it must be completed.

"Go tell Sir Tristan that it is up to him to decide whether to aid Lancelot, but the defense of the Holy City should still be the priority."

Aggiven continued to dispatch soldiers to convey orders for him and transferred Lancelot to deal with the angry snake. Gawain, who was in charge, could not move at all, and only Tristan was free.

"Gao Wenqing, order the first squadron on the left wing! There is a danger of defeat! I repeat, there is a danger of defeat!"

On the front line of the city wall, Gawain sat at the city gate and managed the war like a flag.

"The first team? They are the elite who have been carefully selected. How could they be defeated so quickly? Could the enemy be a servant?"

Gao Wen frowned slightly and asked loudly.

"Yes, it was an assassin who launched a sneak attack from the shadows. We were unable to track him down and could only see him die the moment he attacked."

"It seems to be the Hassans of the Mountain Two, the rebels who rejected the king... Let the troops on the left retreat and gather with the troops on the right. I will personally burn all the enemy soldiers on this side."

After learning the news of the appearance of the local servant, Gawain did not continue to stay at the city gate, but drew the holy sword Carventine at his waist and was about to join the battlefield.

"Oh, we have to use the Holy Sword Kaventin! The Holy City Knights on the left quickly retreat, we don't need you in this battle anymore. Gao Wenqing, go out!"

Despite the defeat, Gawain's invincible spirit still remains in the hearts of the Holy City warriors.

In the taverns of the Holy City, new songs praising Gawain are born every day. This invincible knight under the sun is the banner of the Holy City.

"Is Gawain coming? As long as we can defeat him, it won't be a fantasy to invade the Holy City. Whether it's for revenge or to show our worth, we must defeat even the undefeated knight under the sun."

The excited voices of the Holy City Knights conveying the news also reached the ears of Hassan and others.

Hassan the Cursed, who had once again taken the life of an upright knight, stopped his actions and adjusted his breath and state to fight against a truly powerful enemy.

Chapter 32 Defense

"Are you coming? Gawain, the undefeated knight under the sun. Leave the battlefield here to the three of us, and you six go to assist other places."

The Hassans did not pursue the retreating Knights of Justice excessively, but instead turned around and dismissed the surrounding Mountain People soldiers.

Those soldiers were unable to play any role in the battle against Gawain. Under the brilliance of the Holy Sword Carventine, the role that the miscellaneous soldiers could play would be as meaningless as those of the miscellaneous soldiers.

Baimao created two clones to lead the mountain people here, and another two clones to follow the retreating Knights of Justice to find out the situation first.

However, the two clones had only walked out a dozen meters when they stopped. A burning scratch appeared in the middle of their bodies, and their upper bodies slid off from it, and then their entire bodies turned to ashes.

"coming."

"You are waiting for me here? As an assassin, this is a courageous move, but it is too stupid."

Gawain, who drew out the holy sword Carventine and brought light, saw the three Hassans standing on the city wall. Secretive actions were meaningless in front of this knight, and all shadows would disappear in the sunlight that would come with him.

Gawain only felt sorry for the three Hassans who did not leave. The next step was to ruthlessly eliminate the lunatics who invaded the holy city.

"You, Hassan, are incapable of defeating me, Gawain. I am undefeated in the daytime, and my sword can rival the holy sword of the Lion King. No matter who the opponent is, there is nothing I cannot cut off..."

Gawain speaks loudly, revealing his confidence and bright path, while also bringing great psychological pressure to the enemy.

He swung the sword in his hand mercilessly, like a galloping flash squad, ready to kill all three Hassans in one go.

"Then come and cut us off, and I will take your life at the same time."

What Gawain said was not an exaggeration, but we are here to win, not to shed useless blood.

Before the voice had completely fallen, the three people standing on the city wall had disappeared with the shadows, leaving only the smoke left by Gawain's slash.

The manipulated silk threads were hidden in the mist, and one flying knife after another turned into sharp blades that cut through the mist. Quiet Hassan was blowing out poisonous mist at the same time, coordinating the actions of the two Hassans next to him.

With the power of these three Hassans, it is indeed difficult to compete with Gawain, even after being enhanced.

They can only exist as assassins in the shadows, unable to compete with Gawain's gleaming Sword of the Star and his iron-like body blessed by the sun.

The diffuse mist was burned away by the flames spewing out of the holy sword. Gawain did not take the thrown daggers seriously at all. He just swung his sword lightly to sweep away most of the daggers that were seen.

Gawain did not pay attention to the daggers thrown from the blind spot, and those thrown daggers could not break Gawain's defense at all.

Only the silk thread blocked Gawain's movements without him noticing, but it only lasted for a moment before the force broke free and tore him apart.

"It's a wonderful cooperation, but I have already told you that it is the stupidest thing to do to appear in front of me. You will never be my opponent."

Gao Wen said again without much emotion.

Gawain didn't use too many fancy techniques, he just rushed forward and swung his sword, using his terrifying physical fitness to chase Hassan who was besieging him.

Even though their physical fitness had been strengthened, the three Hassans were still not up to the task and soon fell into a state of continuous defeat.

"Leave Knight Gawain to me. This guy is not suitable for assassins to deal with."

Suddenly a cloud of smoke exploded from the battlefield where several people were, and another Hassan wearing a skull mask jumped into the battlefield.

"Drunk on cigarettes?"

The curse wrist made a somewhat surprised sound.

“Although I disagreed with your decision before, it was because we were not strong enough to resist the Lion King. Attracting the knights from the Holy City would only lead to our destruction.

But now that we have the power to overthrow the Holy City and put an end to the Lion King's rule, I have no reason to object to this.

Just leave the knight Gawain to me. There should be no one here who can do this better than me."

Yanzui controlled the smoke without looking back and spoke.

"I understand. I'll leave this to you, Yanzui."

The few of them didn't act pretentiously and rushed directly to the next battlefield, leaving this place to the drunk Hassan.

"It's an excellent skill. Even I was shaken for a moment, but that's all."

As soon as the three Hassans left, the smoke controlled by Yan Zui was dissipated. Gawain praised and shook his head.

"But it's not too late for you to realize that you shouldn't appear in front of me. By sacrificing only one Servant, at least your formation won't collapse."

Gawain had already assumed that the smoke-drunk Hassan who was left alone was the sacrificed sanctuary, and he channeled his magic power into the holy sword in his hand, slashing out the flames of the sun, wanting to tear the enemy apart and return to the city gate where he was sitting.

"You are right. Sacrificing me is enough for you."

Yanzui Hassan nodded in agreement, and the magical slash that Gawain had slashed through Yanzui's body at the same time, but Yanzui was unharmed.

"Is it twisting its body to let my attack pass through?"

Gawain could see with his eyes that when the flames were close to Hassan the Drunk, Hassan's body became illusory.

The magic of fire directly passed through the body of Hassan the Smoky, who had transformed into smoke.

"This is your divine power, right? It is indeed an admirable skill, but how many times can you use it?"

After learning about the situation, Gawain decided to try to consume his opponent's magic power through multiple attacks, and launched a violent attack at a terrifying speed.

What he didn't know was that Hassan's divine vision and memories could last for seven days and seven nights.

"The power has been adjusted. It's time to open the gate of the Holy City and completely tear down this Tower of the End."

The Ishtar Gate cannot be used for the time being, and breaking down the gate to the Holy City is not a task that can be accomplished by relying on massive firepower alone.

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"Bedivere, can you use your Silver Arm to handle this front door?"

"…I'm so sorry…! This is the biggest mistake Bedivere has ever made. My Silver Arm is useless against Camelot. We can't attack no matter what."

Bedivere grasped his own silver arm with his left hand and said with a wry smile.

The holy city was right before his eyes, but he was powerless to push open the gate.

This is a door that can only be opened by someone with a will, and a defense that cannot be broken by powerful attacks alone.

“Wake up, rise up! The starting world of the Aztecs, the black sun that illuminates the First Sun Age.”

Chapter 33 Desire

"Climb the wall. Even though it's difficult, it's easier than breaking through a door that can't be opened."

Siege equipment was still brought along. Although very few arrow towers and the like were built, a lot of ladders were still brought along.

The soldiers in the Holy City were also quite skilled in dealing with siege troops. Even if they were able to successfully set up ladders, they would find it difficult to climb up.

Not only the arrows that were shot, but also the boiling lead that was poured on them posed a huge obstacle to the Mountain People's army that was attacking the city wall.

"Hurry up and build the next ladder! Don't give up, hurry up! At this point we will either die here or die in the wilderness. If we lose this chance, we will never have another chance to attack the Holy City!"

"Kill, kill! Attack the Holy City and retake our Holy City!"

“Aaaaaah, it’s hot. It’s molten lead. It’s hot!”

Although the soldiers attacking the city wall also made sounds of pain, they did not have much fear of death.

Instead, he seemed to be inspired by the danger and became even less fearful. He grabbed his weapons and climbed up the ladder to the city wall.

"Since we can't open the main gate, we can't waste our strength here. Let's provide support to both sides."

After confirming that the silver arm in his hand was ineffective, Bedivere said to Mashu and Arash beside him.

Arash's hands never stopped. Arrows created by magic kept flying out of his hands, turning into deadly meteors to cover the nearby soldiers.

"Well, the troops on the left just happened to run into Gawain being sent by the Hassans. It's not impossible to attack the wall with these forces."

Arash used his clairvoyance to observe the battle situation at the city wall, and nodded to the two people beside him.

"Don't worry about it anymore. I will take care of the main gate of the Holy City."

Manshu's voice rang out on the battlefield, and at the same time a strange red light flashed on the tall tower in the distance.

"It seems that the frontal defense of the Holy City is about to collapse, the Lion King's Holy Judgment has been defeated, and now the gate of the Holy City is about to be destroyed.

You have already lost to Gawain. You cannot build a so-called ideal kingdom here. Get out of our land!"

Hearing the voice, Yan Erzui showed a look of joy, but it was rare that he did not remain calm and humble.

"The Holy City is a place where only those who are chosen by the King, who will never be defiled, who will not be shaken by evil, and who are eternally pure, can enter.

If you are controlled by desires and come with the intention of destruction, it is impossible to break down the gate of the Holy City. Only those with good intentions and no desires can open it. Your king cannot do this."

But Gawain was not panicked at all. If the main gate could be opened easily, he would never leave from the main gate himself.

Once the city sees the incoming enemy troops, most of the soldiers will probably lose their will to fight, drop their weapons and surrender.

Because the fall of the city gate represents so many things, whether it is the collapse of the Lion King's authority or the failure of the undefeated knight, it is enough to crush the soldiers' faith.

“You who place yourselves above the Almighty naturally do not believe that anything can break your power. That is because you have never recognized the greatness of the Almighty. The Almighty has already arranged everything in this world.

Facing the Lion who has come by command of the Almighty, you will have no other outcome than being punished by the power of God, as those pagan priests and kings were punished in the past."

……

Mansu dug out his heart again and tried to recreate what he had done inside the Great Temple of Osmanthis.

Although the distance is far this time, the effect can still be magnified by relying on the erected tower.

The sun, who was incarnated by Sekhmet's shed golden hair, showed a look of fear, and began to gather its light and hide away.

Mansu naturally had no intention of letting Sekhmet's sun be swallowed, and he grasped his heart with his hand to prevent the sun full of desire from swallowing another sun.

The golden sun fell below the tower as Manshu controlled it, just like the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. The golden sun fell from the west, and Manshu let go of the scarlet sun, which rushed out of the window and rose from the east to the top of the tower.

The terrifying light then swept across the entire tower, and then fell forward to corrode the chalk city.

The pure and flawless holy city has already been stained with a white color that is not pure today. No, it should be said that it is not just today.

From the day this pure white city was built, and even before that, this land has never lacked the color of blood.

In this land where faiths intertwine, desires run rampant, and an ideal country or a flawless city is simply impossible to exist.

From beneath the yellow sand, a blood-colored and black liquid gushed out like mud, splashing on the white walls of the holy city.

“Behold, I have today established you over the nations and over the kingdoms, to root out and to pull down, to destroy and to overthrow, to build and to plant.”

The flawless city is only an ideal world. It is not easy to erode such a huge area, so the rising first sun does not rely solely on its own strength.

It turns the blood of the people killed on this land and the death lingering in this war into thick ink, drawing flaws on the flawless city.

"What a strong and ominous power. The king must really want to destroy this city to bring down such a disaster."

Bedivere looked at the sprayed red and black mud with fear. As a living person, he felt only real panic at the power that flowed out. His brain kept telling him not to look any further and that turning his back was the sensible thing to do.

“The hanging gardens, the destruction of the city… the land is destroyed, it is parched like a wilderness, and death has come up into the palace.