Chapter 551 I really love you, teacher

Kingdom of Shadows, Royal Palace.

Scathach dragged her wounded body, pushed open the stone door, and staggered towards the throne.

She was badly injured. The magic sword that cut her seemed to contain the power to suppress immortality, making her wounds difficult to heal.

Coupled with the impact of the Chaos Tide and the interference of the space storm, her body and will are almost at their limits. She needs to ascend the throne as soon as possible and use the [Power] of the Shadow Kingdom to heal herself.

As he walked up the stairs step by step, the golden blood of the gods dripped down to his feet.

The scenery in front of Scathach became increasingly blurry, and her body shook even more violently.

Just as she was about to fall, a hand reached out from the shadows and lifted her up:

"I didn't expect you would have such an embarrassing day..."

Along with a cold and low voice, a tall and graceful figure appeared from nowhere to reality in the darkness.

She wore a crown of thorns made of obsidian and mithril, and her earrings were teardrop-shaped gems made of ice crystals. Her long silver hair flowed down her shoulders like frost, and the ends gradually turned into stardust. Her eyes were cobalt blue like the extremely cold sea, and there was a golden magic mark hidden deep in her pupils.

Her skin, as cold and white as moonlight glaze, exudes an invisible chill and arrogance. Her facial lines have both the exquisiteness and inhumanity of the fairy race, and her cheekbones and jaw lines are as sharp as a knife. She wears a black silk dress inlaid with silver thread embroidery with fairy characters, and the hem of her skirt spreads like a curtain of aurora.

The temperament is like a goddess, a queen, a witch, a ghost...

"Morrigan? Why are you here?"

Scathach sat on her throne with the help of the mysterious woman, a look of surprise on her face.

The woman raised her icy blue eyes and glanced at Scathach, and reminded lightly:

"Don't reveal my divine name casually, call me Morgan..."

"Change again? Morrigan, Morrigan, Morgana, Morgan le Fay... I can't even count how many names you've changed."

(Note: Morgan le Fay is actually derived from the Celtic goddess of phantom, death, and war, Morrigan. The etymology of the two is the same.)

Scathach counted on her fingers and complained, suddenly feeling a headache.

——Morrigan, one of the three phantom goddesses in the Tuatha de Danann mythology, is in charge of phantoms, prophecies, death and war. She is considered a goddess of death in the same system as her.

Speaking of which, he was able to lead the Shadow Kingdom and be promoted to the main god, thanks to the guidance of this "friend".

The reason for putting quotation marks is that the woman in front of him, like her priesthood, seemed to be a vague "phantom" from beginning to end, woven by countless "lies" and "false names". Even Scathach herself was not clear about the true identity of this "friend".

At least, a phantom god (Morrigan) is not capable of easily guiding another shadow god (Scathach) to become the main god.

Forget it, don’t ask questions that you shouldn’t ask. Maybe we can still be friends.

Scathach shook her head to dispel the distracting thoughts in her mind and asked:

"So, what do you want to see me about this time? Morgan...oh...Morgan..."

"Cú Chulainn, the son of the sun god Lugu, has just come of age and currently lacks a famous teacher. I am very optimistic about him and plan to have him come to the Kingdom of Shadows to become your disciple and learn spearmanship and magic from you."

"I was just seriously injured and need time to recover. I don't have the energy to accept disciples. Let the Third Throne teach himself."

"I forgot to ask, who beat you up like this?"

Morgan looked at this "good friend", a hint of doubt flashing in his icy blue eyes.

Scathach is a very important part of the plan. According to the protection given by the three sisters, there should be no gods in the entire Celtic world that would cause trouble for this heroic mentor, let alone seriously injure this main god who specializes in combat.

"A Norse god named 'Loki'. He is very powerful, and the Age of Gods he belongs to seems to be targeting us!"

Scathach replied in a deep voice, reminding seriously,

"If things go wrong, a new [Great Invasion] is coming. You'd better tell the four people on Sky Island to be careful and take precautions."

The Tuatha de Danann were able to gain a foothold in the Age of Gods in Celtic and Ireland after a series of brutal elimination rounds of wars between gods.

The most intense war between gods, also known as the Great Invasion, is often accompanied by the death of a large number of gods and lives.

In the history of the Tuatha de Danann, many gods including the ancestor of gods Dagda, the river goddess Byanne, and the god of war Nit died in major invasions.

Even Macha, the eldest sister of the Three Phantom Goddesses, had died in battle several times, but she completed reincarnation time and time again through secret methods and continued to lead the Three Phantom Goddesses.

However, Morgan didn't take Scathach's warning seriously:

"So you went to the Age of the Nordic Gods."

"You know this place?"

"Do you remember a tribe of gods called the Warner? After we defeated them, they also fled to the Age of Gods called the Nordic Region. I followed the clues they left behind and investigated, and accidentally had a conflict with the local indigenous humans. Since I went there alone, I didn't dare to go too deep. After teaching those indigenous humans a lesson, I left cautiously."

Morgan paused and said proudly,

"But from what I've observed, that god's age is very incomplete in development. In terms of strength, he may not be our opponent."

"What if they call?"

"Wouldn't that be better? This land hasn't been watered with blood for a long time."

Looking at the sneer on Morgan's face, Scathach suddenly came to her senses.

The Sea of Chaos is like a dark forest. Every generation of gods is a fully armed hunter, sneaking around carefully to avoid being discovered by other generations of gods. Because once discovered, the exposed generation of gods is likely to be invaded, conquered, and swallowed up.

After all, resources and authority are limited, and the Age of Gods will constantly consume its own magic power in the process of development, and will continue to decline and die.

To slow down this process, other generations of gods would be the prey to be hunted.

The Norse Gods wanted to conquer the Celts, and why didn't the Celts want to annex Northern Europe?

Moreover, if the Norse gods dared to advance alone, it would be more advantageous for the Celtic gods fighting on their own land.

With such a huge advantage, Scathach didn't know how her side lost.

Realizing this, Scathach became inexplicably worried about someone.

I don't know what happened to that guy in the Sea of Chaos. I hope he doesn't rush in.

~~

“A-choo!”

At the market, Lorne, who was standing in front of a stall buying magic materials, sneezed loudly.

A half-blooded succubus with pointy ears came over with a grin and said teasingly:

"Teacher, you were fine after falling from a height of several hundred meters, but now you have a cold? Are you feeling a little weak recently?"

"It could also be that someone is thinking about me behind my back."

Lorne rolled his eyes at Vivian and answered unhappily.

Unexpectedly, when Vivian heard this, her pretty face immediately turned red and she made a shy expression:

"Oops, I've been discovered."

Luo En looked at the "disciple" in front of him who was in a shy posture and looked like a young girl in love, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

This drama queen, the poet holds...

Wait, it seems that the half-blood nightmare is not really considered a human.

Moreover, it is not easy to kill this thing by falling from a height of several hundred meters.

Luo En narrowed his eyes and whispered secretly in his heart.

So, why did you go to all that trouble to follow me?

The Lake Fairy—Vivian?

"Teacher, how about this one? Does it suit me?"

Vivian picked up a pink hairpin from the stall, put it on her head, and asked with a smile.

"As long as you like it." Lorne answered gently, like a teacher doting on his students.

Then, he took out a small piece of gold from the magic circle diagram, threw it to the stall owner to pay, and reminded Vivian beside him in a gentle voice:

"We should go now."

"Where are you going?"

"The treasure map passed down in my family records a tomb in the northern border of Britain. If I can find it, I will become rich. When the time comes, I can donate some money to buy a piece of land, and then I can become a lord, or even a king."

Hearing this, Vivian immediately became interested and quickly pulled the teacher's arm to urge:

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Okay, when I become a lord, I will make you a noble."

"Really? I love you so much, teacher!"

Vivian seemed to be dazzled by this promise. She kissed Lorne on the face. Her bright eyes even began to look forward to the beautiful future.

"In the future, I may be Sir Vivian. Teacher, you...wait, we have been talking for so long, but I still don't know your name."

"Merlin, just call me Merlin."

Loen smiled and looked at his "favorite disciple" meaningfully.

Although he didn't know what the legendary lake fairy was planning, it didn't stop him from using this Celtic local tyrant to achieve his own goals.

——Find and open the [Tomb of Albion]!

Since he had already arrived in the Celtic Age of Gods, he took this opportunity to find and open the Tomb of Albion left by the Vanir, activate the altar inside, and establish an outpost for the Nordic march into the Celtic region.

Vivian, who was standing next to her, also had an innocent and bright smile on her face.

Humans are so easy to fool, you never get tired of playing with them.

As short-lived species, they possess extremely complex and delicate emotions, which makes them much more interesting than those woods that have lived to numbness on Sky Island and those fairies in the Misty Forest who get sick at any time.

So, the theme this time is [Teacher-Student Adventure] and [Treasure Hunt]?

If you haven’t experienced any of this content yet, be sure to give it a try.

"Teacher Merlin, I've bought everything. I can't wait any longer. Let's go!"

"Okay, Vivian."

The two men, each with their own ulterior motives, walked arm in arm in a friendly manner, strode out of the city, and headed towards the northern border of Britain.

They are like a model master and apprentice who treat each other sincerely.

~~

At the same time, [Utopia] Avalon.

This is the inner sea of stars suspended outside the Celtic Age of Gods, where time solidifies into amber.

Seven layers of fog form a cognitive filter, and only the pure can ring the bronze bell.

The tide of colored glaze flowers engulfed the footprints of the newcomers. Morgan, holding a magic wand, passed through the light patterns that seemed real and illusory and came to the center of the island.

"Morgan, you're here?"

The red-haired figure standing on the grass looked back at Morgan behind him, with a gentle and calm smile on her face, like a Madonna radiating love.

——Macha, the leader of the three phantom goddesses, the goddess of fertility and victory.

Of course, you can also call her by her current name - Witch Morgause, or the Chief of the Lake Fairies.

"Why are you calling me back in such a hurry?"

Morgan walked forward and looked at his elder sister in confusion.

"Something unexpected happened." Morgause sighed and explained, "Vivian ran away from the [Misty Forest]. The six fairy clans that lost control are making trouble again. I want you to take over her responsibilities and manage the six fairy clans."

Morgan frowned, looking displeased.

The Lake Fairy is not one person, but a group of people.

At present, the three sisters, Morgause, Morgan le Fay and Elaine, also known as the Three Phantom Goddesses, are the leaders. They absorb a large number of witches, differentiate into different identities, walk in the world, and complete a certain sacred mission.

Externally, they are collectively called "Vivian", "Nimue", "Nini Anne" and so on.

In other words, Vivian is a common identity of the three phantom goddesses in a sense.

And right now, the "Vivian" who is giving the eldest sister Morgause a headache can only be their good sister Elaine, whose true identity is Badbu among the three phantom goddesses.

Among the three phantom goddesses, the eldest sister Macha was born first, representing the beginning of life. She was then differentiated from the shadow of life, representing the end of death. Finally, Badbu filled the central blank, representing change and prosperity.

As a trinity, they determine the succession of dynasties, are responsible for the selection of monarchs, and jointly shoulder the "destiny" of guiding the Celtic Age of Gods to prosperity.

——That is, the [Three Goddesses of Fate] in the popular sense of other worlds of the Age of Gods.

According to the duties and previous agreement, the lake fairy Vivian outside will manage and guide the six fairy clans to forge the [Sword of Kings] and cultivate an [Eternal King] for the Celtic God Age, so that the entire God Age will be immortal and the kingdom will last forever.

But the woman actually ran out of the Misty Forest quietly and abandoned her mission.

Morgan thought for a moment, frowned and snorted:

"She's playing tricks on people again?"

Morgause nodded, somewhat helplessly.

As a [Change] born between [Life] and [Death], Vivian hates things that follow a routine and has always been restless.

Her favorite thing to do is to change into different identities and have fun from the lives of different worldly beings.

For this reason, she and Morgan scolded this dishonest sister.

But Vivian always went her own way and refused to be controlled, which made it extremely difficult for her and Morgan to progress in their work.

At this moment, Morgan was silent for a moment and said:

"Forget it. Since she is unreliable, I won't count on her. I will be responsible for supervising the six goblin clans to forge swords, but those goblins have bad personalities. I am afraid I can't manage them alone."

"That's easy. I have selected three Fairy Knights for you through Divination to assist you in managing the six Fairy Clans and complete the Sword Forging task as soon as possible."

Morgause took out a sheepskin map with three bright red "X"s on it from the magic circle and handed it to his sister Morgan.

Morgan nodded and continued to ask:

"I have a question. Does this have to be done by fairies? Why not go to the Tuatha de Danu on the Sky Island? If they help, things should progress faster."

"not necessarily."

Morgause shook his head and said,

"Power is something that is hard to give up once you get it. The four people on Sky Island have already experienced the privileges of the King, so how could they give it up so easily? On the contrary, if they knew what we are doing, they might turn against us."

As he spoke, Mogaus raised his hand slightly, and the surrounding scenery instantly became dreamy and magnificent.

The sky was dotted with stars, and the bright moonlight was seeping through the twelve basalt pillars engraved with secret characters in liquid form.

The stone pillars endure the erosion of time, like twelve loyal knights, quietly guarding an inconspicuous gray-white rock in the center of Avalon Island.

——The Stone of Destiny.

This is the secret treasure of the Tuatha de Danann that was lost from the first throne Nuada. By using this treasure, we can select the true Eternal King.

At this moment, on top of this gray-white rock, a giant golden tree rises into the sky, its roots piercing the void, and countless stars stream from the sky.

The mirror-like lake surface absorbs it and turns it into eternal fetal movement.

Morgause and Morgan stood on the water and looked down. They suddenly saw a golden cocoon in the lake. It gradually condensed under the reflection of the starlight, and a vague human figure was conceived in it.

Seeing the human figure in the lake that had yet to stabilize, the two lake fairies couldn't help but sigh.

Too slow.

I don’t know if we can catch up with the predicted [Great Cataclysm] and free the Celts from turmoil and decline and move towards true eternity.

(End of this chapter)