The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

"Is it for this matter? You don't have to worry. In recent days, I haven't been able to fulfill my duties as an old man in the mountains very well. Now I can only hand it over to you."

Curse Wrist roughly knew what he was going to do, and he just smiled and shook his head.

"I am also an old man in the mountains. There is no need to talk about this here, but..."

"I'll leave right away. You should continue to finish your work. There's not much time left."

Seeing that Bai Mao was about to ask more questions, Zhu Wan interrupted Bai Mao and hurried towards the center of the fortress.

Bai Mao could only sigh, jumped down from the fortress, and command the people below to prevent them from suffering casualties and losses due to the temporary chaos.

"You are here. Although the day of the final battle to save this era has not yet arrived, the remaining four are only the final preparations, so I came to ask you, the modern mountain old man, what you think."

The enemy that is about to be faced is a city-eating beast. Although it is a beast that has not yet developed into an adult, the spiritual base that the beast possesses is quite large.

It is undoubtedly unwise to challenge a beast in the absence of a Grand Servant, and even the beast will laugh at it.

"When the village was heading for destruction, I was already prepared. King, who saved me and my compatriots, I, as a failed old man in the mountains, should have set out on the road to the Temple of Azrael long ago."

Cursed Arm Hassan said calmly that he was not too worried about the matter but had already made preparations.

"That's not necessary. Death is meaningless, and no one should take the initiative to walk towards it. I called you here only as a sign of respect for the Old Man of the Mountain, and to inform the current Old Man of the Mountain that I will be going to the Temple of Azrael."

Chapter 85: Temple

"Hmm? Cursed Arm, why are you here... Did you reject the king?"

Hassan the Hundred Faces, who had already finished comforting his compatriots, was about to prepare for the battle and head to the battle meeting room. Unexpectedly, he saw Cursed Wrist coming over at this moment. A trace of gloom flashed across his face, and he walked over cautiously and asked.

"No, it was the king who rejected me. He headed towards the deep valley alone, determined to enter the Azrael Temple alone and negotiate with the lord who protects the cult."

Cursed Arm Hassan shook his head. He was already prepared, but now he didn't know what to do.

"Really? Fate is so unpredictable. As a living being, I thought my life full of regrets should have an ending, but I didn't expect that the answer is still unknown."

"Is that so? But without the guidance of the old man in the mountain, would the first-generation master be willing to listen to the demands of others... If it were the king... maybe it is indeed possible."

Hassan the Hundred Faces was a little worried about this. If he was accompanied by the Cursed Arm, it would be him who would ask for help.

Hassan of this era can seek help from the first generation of the Mountain Man if he is willing to pay the price of death.

After paying the price of being stripped of his identity as the Old Man of the Mountain and dying at the hands of King Hassan's sword, he should be able to express what he wants.

What can a person who is not like the old man in the mountain get by going towards the valley?

Is it the destiny of death that clearly sounded, or nine? ☆0肆哵⒋∩⑵⒐∵■隣∩∮五蒐索≌ＱｕN: Is it no movement, or can I have a peaceful conversation? No one knows. The valley is a place that no one can go to, and the mountain people who live here cannot get close.

"All we can do now is pray. Since the Almighty has sent a king to save us, the Archangel who announced death to the world should also follow this destiny."

Besides this, what else is there for people to do here?

Most people who are suffering from disasters are powerless to do anything about the suffering they have endured. All they can do is just a drop in the bucket. But taking action is always better than doing nothing or giving up from the beginning.

Walking towards the depths of the mountainous area, it would take about two or three days from the East Village to the Azrael Temple in Xuanchu at normal walking speed.

Manshu naturally had no intention of spending so much time releasing the magic power of thunder and lightning, and imitated the techniques he had seen before to enable himself to move at high speed with the help of magic power.

Moreover, flying directly through the sky avoids the need to cross the mountains, and the time is shortened to a few hours.

However, after leaving Dongzhijiu Village and getting a little further away⑷, the fertility of the land bestowed with the blessing began to gradually weaken⑸.

After walking a little further, you can see barren land.

The depths of this mountain is still a dead place made of pure earth and rocks. The only food that can be found are probably insects that cannot survive in this piece of earth and rocks.

Maybe there were people living here before, but they were probably alienated and could not be called human at all.

Now all that are here are the undead spirits that were born from the infection of the Azrael Temple and the Valley.

In the valley, the boundary between life and death is blurred, and the people living there are dying and living at the same time. It is from there that an indescribable aura emanates, shaping the extremely huge undead.

Those undead spirits wandered on the road to the Azrael Temple like guards, all the way to the gate of the Azrael Temple.

However, these things can only stop ordinary people who may come here out of curiosity. Even the largest undead among them can probably only stop average servants without Noble Phantasms.

Baal's lightning was not blocked at all here. Even Mot, the god of death who ruled the underworld, was eventually knocked down by the resurrected Baal. Death could not block this lightning.

All the undead on the road were swept away very quickly. Mansu did not stay for too long. He just fell from the sky to the ground, walked the last section of the journey, and pushed open the door of the Azrael Temple.

⑷ Standing at the door of the Azrael Temple and sensing inside, you will find that there seems to be nothing inside.

There was no magical reaction, servant reaction, life reaction, or even any sound.

㈣However, when I pushed open the door and stepped into the temple, an indescribable feeling of oppression hit me.

⒊It will make people's whole body tremble uncontrollably, and their souls will want to escape from the pressure of this temple from the bottom of their hearts.

㈤This is brought about by the state of mind that lingers in the valley between life and death, but it is nothing to Mansu.

liu Death is indeed terrifying, but even Manshu has stepped into and even mastered the underworld several times. The act of crossing death has already been completed, and naturally he does not feel much pressure from this dark valley.

④ But you still need to be cautious when you get here. Real death exists here. The old man in the mountain who exists here has the ability to give death to people. Manshu is not one of them who can escape.

An obsidian mirror appeared in front of Manshu's chest, and the mirror surface seemed to be shrouded in smoke, constantly refracting light and forming even more hazy smoke.

Zhuan Manshu continued to move forward, being extremely vigilant in guarding against a possible sword swung from the shadows.

Q“Hiss——”

The human ear can still detect the sound of the sword cutting through the air, but by the time it is heard it is often too late.

N could not sense any reaction, and the naked eye could not see anything. Only the tiny sound of breaking through the air transmitted to the ears could explain all the reality.

: Manshu was unable to react, but the obsidian mirror on his chest reflected a dark shadow, and then the mirror shattered and fell to the ground, but the sword swung from the no man's land was also blocked.

"Old Man of the Mountain, since you have shown up, you must have known why I came here. So, what do you want to do?"

Manshu patted his clothes, swept away the obsidian fragments scattered on his body, and asked questions towards the front.

"Arrogant and rude, such behavior will not help your wishes."

A voice was heard from the end of the Azrael Mausoleum, and King Hassan’s figure appeared from nothingness.

"You have already faced death. You are the king of another world who came from the heart of the mountain of the smoke mirror. Welcome to my temple. The old man of the mountain, Hassan Sabbah is here."

Chapter 86 Startup

To enter the Temple of Azrael, one must first face death and, as a dead person, fight for the right to live. Only then can one truly be qualified to enter the Temple of Azrael and meet the Old Man in the Mountain.

However, the death that would be a ritual had already become an ordinary thing for Manshu.

Manshu himself was a dead person who had snatched away the right to live, and had already embraced death and the underworld. It was meaningless to impose trials on him further, so the owner of this place simply scolded him and still chose to sacrifice himself and appeared in front of Manshu.

"Your wish has been conveyed, and my sword has also achieved the meaning of saving the times. I agree with it, but... arrogant king of the alien world! I'm afraid that's not what you're pursuing."

Although he was in the Azrael Temple, the first generation Old Man of the Mountain, as the Grand Assassin, was still able to understand what was happening in the outside world.

The Grand Servant appears as a result of the decisive battle magic, the Heroic Spirit Summoning, and is an existence with the destiny of hunting beasts. There is no concealment anymore that the beasts that appear in the local area will undoubtedly attract the appearance of the Grand Servant.

Perhaps there is a Crown Servant here, so the summoning of the Crown Servant did not happen, and the owner of this place has also made preparations, so the sword naturally did not appear to kill Mansu.

"Indeed, these so-called titles and responsibilities that have been given to me are meaningless to me. I am just a person who is greedy for pleasure. It has been the same since the beginning."

Manshu shook his head indifferently. To him, everything he did was just a choice to be true to his desires.

Although there are some differences from the initial desires, from the desire to survive death to the pursuit of pleasure now, there is no doubt that neither is what others would call a noble wish.

⑨If that's still what's the point? It's meaningless, so this is also meaningless.

０ "You just want to go your own way. Is that right? If that's what you think, I have no right to criticize you. If there is an answer that is true to your heart and there is not much confusion, then my sword is ready to be drawn as the vanguard of the battle."

King Hassan did not comment much on this, but just nodded slightly and drew his sword.

This time, Mansu was able to see the true appearance of the sword in Wang Hassan's hand. It was not some famous magic weapon, nor was it made by some fairy or master craftsman. It was just an ordinary big sword.

⑷ However, this sword was constantly wielded by King Hassan and was constantly imbued with his firm belief. It accompanied King Hassan as he walked in the realm of the valley and had long been assimilated with death.

2 Even if you cannot see the death on the sword, the perception from the soul and the desire for life will make people involuntarily respect the sword and want to escape from it from the bottom of their hearts.

9 The drawn sword appeared before Manshu's eyes, but danger still surrounded his mind.

０Manshu looked at Wang Hassan in confusion, but the mysterious figure spoke again.

"However, your heart is hopeless. You have hung the initial salvation above your head to blind your mind, and you have chosen to ignore the salvation that came from other places. You have chosen to walk towards a path where there is no salvation and no end, just by deceiving others. This is too stupid."

He couldn't help but rebuke as his last words, and then the sword was raised again, slashing Mansu's left shoulder, and then the man and the sword disappeared together.

"You are so merciless, Grand Assassin."

Manshu also stood there in a daze. After a while, he raised his right hand and stroked the sword wound on his body.

But as mentioned before, what Hassan did was meaningless.

Since he had made the decision to go his own way, it was natural for him to ignore any interference and opinions from the outside world. Although this was extremely stupid, it did bring Manshu satisfaction.

The evaluation of others is meaningless, but slightly better evaluation can bring people pleasure, so Mansu is still willing to spend some meaningless effort to get praise.

But in reality, these are not necessary in basic needs, and even the desire to survive may not be so necessary.

At this point, at this point, it seems a bit humorous to say that you are extremely eager to be reborn, because that thing has already been within your reach.

Up to now, the road that Manshu has walked has branched into several forks. No matter which road he takes, a new life has been promised at the end of the road.

But he ignored the forks in the road and continued on this road, not expecting it to come to an end.

Even though this road seems to have an end, at least it is longer and can be walked for a longer time.

And perhaps it is hard to say, there is no so-called end here, but rather a road that can be walked on forever, with no end.

But who can know what it will be like until we reach the end of possibility?

The black-clad swordsman's scorching eyes could easily see into people's hearts. This might be his instinct as a judge, or it might be the confession of fate.

However, the destiny has not yet arrived, and death has nothing to do with Manshu for the time being. The sword wound he left behind is just a reminder and a warning.

But now this warning had no effect. Mansu put down his right hand, turned around and walked out of the Azrael Temple.

His goal has been achieved. The next step is to go back and prepare for the final battle here. Everything is ready to go, the arrow is on the string, and after completing this task, it is time to shoot the arrow.

Manshu returned directly to his position, and the sun on the top of the tower immediately shone brightly, sweeping all the land that could be illuminated by the light.

Suddenly, black smoke came out from several places and evaporated under the scorching sun.

"It's a boring move, just like me, and it's clichéd, making the awe in people's hearts disappear completely."

Manshu's sight swept over quickly, without spending any more time paying attention to it, and directly cleared everything around him, sending his voice through the sun, giving the order for the aerial fortress to be activated.

"The scene just now is indeed the king's return. He was able to return safely from the Azrael Temple. The first-generation master must have recognized the king."

The two Hassans finally calmed down and went to their respective positions, waiting for the launch of the aerial fortress.

The rest of the people also returned to their positions, making final preparations to welcome the last battle of this era.

The aerial fortress, which had been lifted off the ground and was suspended about two or three meters above the ground, began to vibrate slightly, and continued to rise into the air and move forward driven by magic.

Chapter 87: Breaking In

Not many people stayed in the sky fortress this time. Most of the mountain people were sent back to the village below to continue their normal lives.

There will be no large-scale fighting among soldiers to seize city walls and occupy the city. There is only one enemy, and the rest are merely extensions of his will and his minions.

The death of the followers is also worthy of grief, but they themselves are the dead people who have been reborn in Chongqing. Falling on the road to saving humanity will not make them feel regretful.

But for those who still live on this land, there is no need to call them over, just let them continue with their lives.

Perhaps it should be said that they also have the responsibility to maintain their own lives and their own world, but it is not necessary at the moment.

Anyway, Manshu himself is a person who does whatever he wants. Until he feels enough pleasure, he probably won't have the desire or mind to do more.

There are already warriors here in Manshu, and the dead warriors have come to the country that only exists in his heart.

However, Manshu would not promise these warriors that they would be reborn as butterflies or birds in the afterlife. There was neither the ability nor the idea to achieve this.

They will 2 go on together with the cruel 4 master here 9, towards 4 the invisible end 3 ahead 5, 6 continuously, 4 constantly carrying out the cruel and passionate options.

The promise they can get is that they can regain their lives in this sky at this moment, pick up the weapons they should pick up again, and then keep moving forward.

Therefore, apart from the minimum number of living people who are kept to maintain basic operations, there are only dead people here.

And the desert in the distance also has no real living things except the beast. This is complementary to each other in a way, and is quite humorous and funny.

It still takes several days to travel from here to the desert. Right now, the fortress in the sky is not traveling at a very high speed. In order not to waste stored magic power, it is only driven by the magic power in the air absorbed from the outside world.

Be mentally prepared, even though this is not the first time you have seen this city-eating beast, it is just not the same one, and its specifications are completely different.

Although both are juveniles, their magic power specifications are completely different, and the effort and preparation required are also completely different.

It is here that there seems to be nothing more to do. If there is any preparation, it is more psychological.