Chapter 557: Don't bow your head, the crown will fall off; don't cry, the bad guys will laugh (vote request)

Looking through the dense smoke and dust at the throne standing in front of him, Morgan's face showed a trace of solemnity.

As the protector of Britain, she can easily mobilize the magic factor of the entire island to fight against the enemy. In addition, Cornwall County under her feet is the holy land where the three sisters have the most solid faith, and her [God's Power] can be exerted to the extreme here.

However, her attack, which took advantage of the perfect timing and location, was unable to shake the King of the Wild Hunt from Wales.

No wonder he dared to go to Britain to commit crimes, it turns out he had something to rely on!

There was a hint of coldness in Morgan's eyes, and he slammed the wand in his hand heavily on the ground.

Suddenly, thirteen light-like javelins gathered together in the sky and turned into a light anchor with a diameter of hundreds of meters. With a power dozens of times greater than before, they smashed towards the broken throne in front again.

"I already said I was just passing by..."

Loen complained helplessly, but his hands did not slow down at all.

Under the urging of God's will, thousands of runes rose from the void like stars, forming ten layers of overlapping light curtains.

The sun, moon, rivers, city-states, life... and other images symbolizing all things in the world are reflected in it, both real and illusory.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After the fallen light anchor struggled to break through the seven layers of protective barriers, it was shattered by the recoil of the light curtain, turning into specks of light dust and breaking apart inch by inch.

After successfully blocking the attack, Loen waved his hand to disperse the surrounding smoke and surging magic tides, and advised:

"Why don't we sit down and talk to clear up the misunderstanding."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to explain once I catch you!"

Morgan, who believed that the other party was quibbling and stalling for time, was not moved at all. Her cherry lips under the veil moved rapidly, chanting out strings of fairy language. The fairy spells from the six major fairy clans, namely King, Wind, Fang, Earth, Mirror, and Wing, shot forward like a storm, almost covering the entire valley.

Proud and stubborn...

Loen secretly evaluated the other person's character and raised his hand to draw in the air.

Under his control, a number of sacred texts such as Hermetic, Rune, Titan, Elvish, etc. were automatically constructed into layers of defense and counterattack spells, intercepting all the overwhelming fairy spells and even conducting effective rebounds.

Morgan was caught off guard and his figure was instantly engulfed by the dense array of curse bullets.

Looking at the dazzling flames rising into the sky, Loen muttered to himself.

It's true, sparring with that woman Vivian was indeed useful.

Thanks to his rich experience in breaking all kinds of fairy spells, he killed the Celtic native god by surprise with just one move.

but……

The diffuse smoke dissipated, and the bright moonlight became solid, condensing into twelve mercury-colored ancient mirrors, surrounding the silver-haired witch like a gorgeous crystal coffin, separating her from the surrounding attacks in all directions.

It’s not that easy after all.

Loen shook his head and looked at this new technique with amazing defensive performance with great interest.

Morgan, who had sealed himself in the [Crystal Coffin], looked even more solemn.

As a rare witch, she has extraordinary attainments in magic. Not only is she proficient in various fairy spells of the six fairy clans, but she also integrates them with her own divinity and power to create four unique secret methods: "Mirror", "Tower", "Courtyard", and "Coffin".

Among them, "Mirror" is a magic of detection, defense, and reflection, and can also be responsible for short-distance transfer.

"Tower" is a barrier magic that covers a fixed area and has the privilege of domination.

The "coffin" is the field of defense, repair and regeneration, and can be used as a medium to completely isolate oneself from external attacks.

The final "Court" is more complicated, involving the spiritual level, including categories such as "sweet dreams", "abyss", "frustration", "innocent" and so on. There are different coping strategies for different enemies, advocating defeating the enemy spiritually and psychologically, which is the experience learned from his sister Elaine.

Just now, the various fairy spells she had cast with all her strength not only failed to hurt the opponent, but were even broken and rebounded by the opponent. In the end, she was forced to use the two secret techniques of [Mirror] and [Coffin] in a hurry to successfully resolve the crisis.

There is no doubt that in the magic competition, she, the [Lake Fairy], was completely at a disadvantage.

In that case...

Morgan tucked the scepter under his armpit, and the surging magic power created a fierce wind around him.

As the ink-like color spread, the originally elegant and noble witch completely changed her appearance.

The dark blue gauze skirt turned into a dark and ferocious fully enclosed armor, and the tall figure rode on the red-eyed warhorse. The magic wand that was tucked under the armpit turned into a huge knight's lance, with sharp thorn-like iron spikes on the front end, which was daunting:

"The blue storm, the dark thunder, call you - Longonemiade!"

Following the solemn words of the Holy Spirit, the female knight raised the jet-black thorn spear in her hand.

A red and black beam of light shot up into the sky, and lightning and strong winds formed a huge black vortex visible to the naked eye in the sky, like a black hole that swallowed up everything alive, madly gathering and devouring the surrounding magic factors and melting them into the black tip of the gun.

Vanguard Spear—Longonemiade?

When he heard the name, thoughts raced through Loen's mind.

The description of this spear can be traced back to the earliest works of Arthurian legend, namely the Welsh story collection of the Mabinogion, the four branches of the Welsh story collection, the Curwich and the Olwenre. In the Arthurian legend of that era, there was no concept of the round table and knights, but there were descriptions of the "Sword of the Lake", the sword of the Victory of the Oath, and the "lance of the Vanguard", the Lungominiad.

In the final part of the Arthurian legend, in the Battle of Camlann, King Arthur fought against his illegitimate son Mordred who started a rebellion. King Arthur used this Vanguard Spear to pierce through the shield and armor-covered torso of the rebellious son Mordred, and took this filial son away before he died.

So, the opponent is King Arthur? But that doesn't make sense!

Just as Loen's mind was full of questions, the Vanguard Spear in the Black Knight's hand had already fallen.

A huge red and black spiral light band instantly tore through the gray fog in the valley and crashed into Loen on the bluestone throne.

“Crack!”

The ten layers of light curtains shattered in an instant, and the surging red and black light stream rushed towards the tiny figure.

In the face of crisis, twelve wheels of light turned, and a cluster of golden flames ignited in the blending of divinity, driving away darkness and death.

The scene was filled with smoke and dust. Luo En stood up from the ruins, looked at the throne that had turned into rubble under his feet, and said in a low voice:

“That’s too much…”

As if sensing the new king's displeasure, the surrounding gray fog surged like boiling water, and fully armed wild hunters appeared one after another, roaring angrily at the black knight:

"Blasphemy!"

“Blasphemy!!”

“Blasphemy!!!”

With the sound waves getting louder and louder, the revived Wild Hunt army gathered in a tight formation and charged towards the Black Knight.

"snort!"

A cold, nasal sound came from the pitch-black armor, and the black knight raised the Vanguard Spear in his hand to the sky.

In an instant, the pitch-black night sky, guided by the stars and the moon, gathered into magic arrays with dense runes. Red and black holy spears condensed by magic power fell from the sky and bombarded the densely packed areas of the Wild Hunt army one after another, instantly piercing through the formations of these undead, and tens of thousands of ghosts turned into green smoke and dissipated.

"It's your turn!"

The Black Knight snorted arrogantly and pointed his spear at the figure at the end of the valley, ready to put an end to the source of this disaster once and for all.

However, the surrounding gray fog began to boil again, and the previously defeated Wild Hunts emerged from it one after another, regrouped their troops, and charged towards the Black Knight in an even more frantic manner.

It never ends!

Morgan gritted his teeth secretly, and reluctantly awakened his divinity and power, preparing to forcibly break through the interception of the Wild Hunt army.

"Mother, I'm here to help you!"

At this moment, a blood-red light broke through the gray fog and fell into the valley.

Powerful magic power burst out, blowing the newly assembled Wild Hunt army to pieces.

Loen waved his hand to brush away the sand in front of his eyes and looked at the figure that appeared on the field.

Red hair, sharp claws, cloven hooves...

A delicate and strange face, a pungent smell of blood...

All of the above elements made Loen think of a kind of fairy in the Scottish legend.

——“Vampire Banshee” Bawanshi!

This is one of the origins of vampires in later generations, who often appear in the image of a weak and beautiful girl.

Legend has it that Bawanshi has the ability to read minds, speak any language, and lure his prey.

Once passers-by are bewitched by her and feel sympathy for her, they will become her food.

This creature has a certain ability to infect, and women bitten by them will become Bavanshi, and men bitten by them will die. However, unlike vampires in other regions, Bavanshi do not suck blood with fangs, but first use their sharp long nails to cut open the skin of people, and then suck blood.

Also, Bhavanshi is afraid of iron.

So there was a saying in the past that if you were riding a horse in the woods and suddenly a beautiful woman approached, you must not dismount - because horses have iron hooves and Bawanshi was afraid of horses.

At this moment, seeing the short red-haired girl who came from outside the valley, who looked like she wanted to get close to the black knight but didn't dare to step forward, Loen couldn't help but believe his guess a little more.

As expected, a cold command came from the field:

"Bawanshi, stop these wild hunters for me!"

The red-haired girl nodded excitedly, her sharp nails piercing her palms, and then she swung her hands forward.

The bright red blood spots splashed into the soil and turned into phantoms condensed from blood mist.

In Scottish legend, vampires called Bavanshees are social creatures, and only the most powerful queens are given this name. In addition to the image of human girls, they can also transform their blood into animal servants such as wolves and deer to chase prey.

"Kill these ugly black monsters and don't let them get in the way of Mother!"

Following the young queen's order, the bloody shadow pounced towards the dark undead.

Although they are all supernatural beings, the characteristics and attack methods of the vampire banshees are clearly inclined to restrain living things. They seem to be somewhat powerless against the wild hunters who have no sense of pain and flesh.

Therefore, the bloody phantom that rushed into the Wild Hunt wave did not cause much splash and could only barely harass the Wild Hunts on one side.

However, this Celtic native god obviously has more than one helper under his command.

Violent shocks came from the valley entrance, as if the solid black fog formed into running black dogs.

They are wrapped in chains, have burning tentacles and eyes, and look like messengers of death.

The Wild Hunt army in the gray fog tried to stop them, but was torn into pieces by these growling black humanoid dogs in a blink of an eye.

Moreover, unlike the vampire banshees, the wild hunters killed by the black dogs would suffer serious injuries, and even with the nourishment of the gray fog, they would not be able to recover in a short period of time.

——“Dog Demon” Bagster!

Lorne narrowed his eyes, and memories emerged in his mind.

This is a special fairy in England. They often appear in the form of a large black dog and announce death in the city.

Legend has it that when a heroic figure dies, black dogs emerge from the shadows and roam the streets in packs, in a kind of carnival.

At the same time, they are not only fairies that announce death, but also fairies that bring death. In the wild, they are often known for their brutality and bloodlust, and often attack living creatures that stray into their territory, whether they are humans or undead.

"Mother, I will clear the way for you!"

The Dog Demon Queen, with blonde hair shawl, tall and sturdy build, and red and blue eyes, drew the long sword at her waist, bared her fangs, led a large number of black dogs behind her, charged out from the right wing, and tore open the formation of the Wild Hunt army.

Seeing his reinforcements arriving at the scene and the enemy's formation in disarray, Morgan decisively swung his spear and activated his divine power.

Red Thunder and Storm built a pitch-black door behind her, and a large number of black humanoid shadows wearing armor and holding weapons rushed out in formation, colliding fiercely with the Wild Hunt army in the gray fog, fighting fearlessly.

For a moment, the barking of the black dog, the murmur of the blood shadow, the neighing of the warhorse, and the shouting of the soldiers... all mixed together into a fanatical and unified declaration:

"Immortal! Immortal! Immortal!"

The female knight rode on her warhorse, crossing the battlefield like lightning, holding up a black spear covered with thorns, and piercing towards the target with boiling military momentum and fighting intentions.

In the ruins of the throne, Loen narrowed his eyes and finally determined the true identity of the uninvited guest in the valley.

——“Great Queen” Morrigan!

One of the three goddesses of war, destruction, fertility, justice and death in Celtic mythology, she is closely related to horses and the earth. Wherever there is war, her figure will appear, and her magic often brings all kinds of incredible influences to the battle.

As such, she is also the ruler of the Undead and the Wild Hunt throughout Britain.

According to some documents, King Arthur's half-sister, the witch Morgan le Fay, was this phantom goddess in her previous life.

I was wondering why he was so ruthless when he was in a powerful position. It turns out that he was the victim whose territory and believers were taken away by this group of Welsh hunters.

Gwyn really dug a big hole for me. If I had known this, I would not have accepted the crown.

Loen muttered inwardly, raised his head and took a step forward, swinging the golden lightsaber condensed by magic power in his hand forward to meet the dark gun tip.

(End of this chapter)