Chapter 575: Finn controls virgins, good wives in Ulster

Ulster, the royal capital.

Several teams of fully armed Celtic soldiers patrolled the city walls, still smelling of blood after the battle. A hundred or so druids stood guard in front of torches set up every twenty steps, carefully maintaining the golden holy fire in the basin to ensure that the magic barrier covering the entire city continued to unfold and isolate the evil from invading.

Outside the wall, thick fog filled the wilderness, visibility was less than ten meters, and no sound could be transmitted. It was as if rising iron curtains enveloped the city, turning it into an isolated island.

A breeze blew by, and the fog spread to the top of the city. The golden flames in the brazier burned fiercely, dispersing the fog, but they also dimmed a lot.

Haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?

Several old druids looked at the increasingly dimming fire in the brazier and the seemingly endless fog outside the wall, their eyes full of hidden worry.

At the same time, inside the palace.

Cu Chulainn paced back and forth in front of the closed palace door, frowning at the obscene sounds coming from inside.

This is a tall and sturdy young warrior, with cobalt blue combat uniform tightly wrapped around his bronze sculpture-like muscles, and red lines like lava cracks winding from his neck to his ankles. His loose blue short hair is like exploding icicles, full of sharpness, and the Ogham rune hanging from his right ear trembles with his fighting spirit. The scarlet magic spear is carried on his shoulder, and the blood dripping from the tip of the spear evaporates into murderous aura before it touches the ground. Spiral blue flames burn deep in his wolf-like vertical pupils, and the white mist exhaled between his teeth condenses into tiny ice spears, resonating and roaring with the dark red curse marks on his exposed chest that flicker with his heartbeat.

As time passed, Cu Chulainn outside the door gradually became impatient, and the sound of grinding his teeth became clearer and clearer, like a gradually irritable hound.

Finally, a loud scream came from inside the door, announcing the end of a battle.

Feeling the seal on the palace door loosen, Cu Chulainn, who had been enduring to the limit, kicked the tightly closed door open without saying a word and rushed into the hall.

The empty hall was in a mess, with traces of battle such as cloth scraps, water stains, and claw marks left everywhere.

He avoided the filth around him with disgust, came to the steps, and looked at the couple who were still hugging and kissing on the throne with some dissatisfaction:

"Uncle, you are recovering from your injuries, and the situation outside is unclear. You should exercise some restraint at this time."

The man on the throne was as burly as a mountain, with red copper hair surging like lava, a knotty beard covering his angular jaw, and bronze skin covered with bloody battle scars. Under his thick eyebrows, his brown eyes were like burning iron, enveloping the fiery madness of a warrior. The muscles in his bare arms were knotted like the roots of an old tree, and the rough leather waistband with Celtic spiral patterns also sealed his lower body after venting his desires.

—Fergus MacRoy, King of Ulster.

This is Cu Chulainn's uncle and also the adoptive father who raised him.

"Haha, Cu Chulainn, relax, the sky hasn't fallen yet. As a qualified man, no matter what the situation is, you should stay calm and continue to be your normal self."

The strong man laughed out loud without taking his adopted son's rebuke seriously. He bared his chest to show his wounds that had healed well, and loudly proclaimed his life motto:

"If you want to eat meat, eat it! If you want to drink wine, drink it! If you want women, go for them!"

Fergus, the magic sword wielder, possesses seven times the strength of an ordinary person. Every time he eats, he can eat seven deer, seven pigs, and seven cows. Every time he drinks, he can drink seven barrels of fine wine. Every night, he needs seven beauties to vent his irrepressible lust.

Although he was once the King of Ulster, he did not have the image of a king. On the contrary, his straightforwardness and bravery were the most profound impressions he left on people.

Rather than being a king, he is more like a hero on the throne.

"Uncle, I understand what you mean. But even if you want someone to serve you, you should find a better partner. This woman has had several husbands."

Cu Chulainn snorted coldly and looked at the beauty sitting in Fergus's arms with disdain:

The long pink hair dances like petals, and she wears a golden antler crown symbolizing royal power. Her green eyes are full of arrogance and teasing. She wears a tight-fitting battle robe interwoven with dark purple and silver threads, outlining her charming curves. Her exposed shoulders, neck and legs are decorated with blood-colored patterns, hiding her wild edge. The gilded waist chain and leather boots highlight the madness of the conqueror. The long whip in her hand is wrapped with thorns, which is both a scepter and a weapon. Her overall temperament is like a thorny rose - seductive, dangerous, but hard to look away.

—Queen Maeve, ruler of Connaught,

The name means "intoxicating thing" in the local language, which is very apt. She has many lovers and is the most famous slut in Ireland.

The reason why this woman appeared here was naturally because of the heavy fog outside and the sudden powerful enemy at sea.

In fact, this war not only involved Ulster, but also implicated Connaught, its neighboring country.

After experiencing several disastrous defeats, the two leaders, covered in dust and dirt, met on the battlefield during their retreat, and immediately chose to unite to fight against this powerful foreign enemy together.

However, as they worked together, the couple fell in love with each other and spent the whole day fooling around in the palace, leaving the defense of the city to the Knights of the Red Branch, which made Cu Chulainn very dissatisfied.

Hearing his adopted son's criticism, Fergus laughed and said:

"You don't understand. What's so good about those little girls in the palace? A married woman like this is a real good woman!"

Such an argument made Cu Chulainn's face darken as he stood on the steps. He couldn't help but think of his uncle's unusual taste.

——Has a special liking for married women.

The previous King of Ulster was Fergus's brother. After his death, he left behind the widowed Queen Nessa.

Since the couple had no children, Fergus naturally succeeded to the throne.

But Nesa, her sister-in-law, was not content. She had an affair with a druid and gave birth to two sons - Connor and Conchirber Mac Nesa, one of whom was extremely powerful and the other possessed extraordinary wisdom.

In order to allow her son to obtain the throne, sister-in-law Nessa used her beauty to seduce Fergus and made a request:

In order to marry her, Fergus needed to abdicate and let her son Conchearbur become the new king of Ulster. Fergus was so lustful that he agreed without hesitation. In the following year, Conchearbur became an excellent monarch deeply loved by the people, and Fergus also accepted the young new king calmly.

However, it was not long before Conchearbur began to practice tyranny. He not only forcibly took the daughter of a tribal leader, but also plotted to kill the leader's husband. He even continued to do evil things, which angered the reincarnation of the goddess Macha (Morgaus). As a result, the goddess Macha cursed all the people of Ulster, and they left the land and almost caused the destruction of Ulster.

Faced with the atrocities of his wild nephew, Fergus himself finally couldn't stand it anymore and went to the palace to advise him.

The new king, Conchieber, was intimidated by Fergus's military power. He first pretended to repent, and after stabilizing Fergus, he secretly poisoned him and sent a large army to surround Fergus's mansion.

If Cu Chulainn had not just returned from his studies and joined forces with his companions in the Red Branch to rescue Fergus and overthrow the tyranny of the new king Conchieber, the grass on Fergus's grave might be several meters high by now.

As a result, even after suffering such a great loss at the hands of a woman, his adoptive father still did not learn his lesson and hooked up with a slut who was available to everyone.

"This kind of beauty between men and women cannot be experienced just by talking about it."

Maeve hugged Fergus's neck and turned to look at the muscular and handsome Cuchulain standing in front of the steps, and said with a sweet smile,

"Why don't you let me help him grow? My bed is pretty big."

The curling pink tongue licked the moist cherry lips, and the flowing eyes were filled with enchanting spring love.

Apparently, the Queen of Connaught was sexually interested in the Son of God, who was known as the "Mastiff".

“Bang!”

Fergus raised his big hand and slapped Maeve's round and plump buttocks, scolding with a smile,

"Can't I feed you enough?"

Hearing the jealous tone in these words, the famous Queen of Connaught gave Fergus a coquettish look.

"Forget our three previous agreements? I am not your private property."

As a well-known philanthropist, Queen Maeve has three "don'ts" in mind for her husband: first, no "fear"; second, no "stinginess"; and third, no "jealousy".

The first two require that the other party possess the qualities of a hero and a warrior, while the third requires that her lovers should not interfere with her search for "true love".

Fergus thought of this and stopped showing his possessiveness. He laughed heartily and said:

"How about I give way and you guys continue?"

"Perhaps, you can come together..."

Maeve giggled, her charming eyes flickering, and her white fingertips gently drew circles on Fergus' chest, showing her true slut nature.

But Fergus enjoyed it very much, and even had the urge to have a threesome on the spot.

But at this moment, Cu Chulainn's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, like dark green earthworms swimming under his skin. It was obvious that he had reached the limit of his endurance:

"You two, have you had enough of this? What time is it now? Can you please tighten your belts and think about how to break this impasse?"

Hearing the anger in his adopted son's words that was about to be suppressed, Fergus had no choice but to end his flirting with Maeve, sit upright on the throne, and ask with a dry cough:

"What's the situation outside now?"

"It's still the same. The news can't be spread. The surrounding cities have lost contact. Not a single messenger has returned."

Cu Chulainn answered in a deep voice, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

"Where are those outsiders? Still no movement?" Maeve asked from another chair.

Her elegant sitting posture and solemn expression washed away the superficial debauchery and revealed some of the majesty that belonged to a queen.

Cu Chulainn shook his head and said frankly:

"I have led the Red Branch Knights out of the city for patrols several times these days, but we have not found any trace of those foreigners in the area for dozens of miles. It seems that they are trying to avoid fighting."

"Are they scared? This shouldn't be the case."

Fergus scratched his head, confused.

He is a pure warrior and has a clear understanding of the strength of both sides.

Although they don't want to admit it, it is an indisputable fact that the opponents coming from the sea are stronger than them.

Warrior King Sigurd, Lion Cub Ciri, Dragon Slayer Beowulf, Raven King Hrolf, Wartooth King Harald, Bloodaxe King Eric... These famous alien warriors are all top-notch fighters.

Especially the first three, when he faced off against Cu Chulainn, he had to be careful in dealing with them.

The reason why he was seriously injured was because of the dragon slayer Beowulf.

In addition, in terms of mages, the gap between the two sides is even greater.

The only one who can come up with something good from Ireland is Maeve.

However, not only does the other side have a large group of masters who are proficient in magic, but they can also work together to create the miraculous [Fog of War], completely isolating Connaught and Ulster from the outside world, turning them into blind and deaf trapped beasts.

Logically speaking, with such a huge advantage, the other side should have taken the initiative to seek a fight, but those foreigners from the sea did not seem to be in a hurry to eat them, and they even deliberately avoided the search of the Red Branch Knights.

Such abnormal behavior puzzled Fergus, who was enjoying the battle.

"There's probably only one explanation for this situation. They want to use us as bait to catch bigger fish."

Maeve, the intellectual leader of the trio, shook the glass full of mead in her hand and gave her conclusion.

"Take us fishing?"

Cu Chulainn looked a little unhappy when he heard this.

Fishing is his favorite sport. When he has nothing to do, he often goes fishing in the mountains.

However, in the past he was always the one holding the rod and casting the hook, and he never expected that one day he would become the bait.

"Don't be unconvinced. If you can't win, you can't win. That's the fact."

Maeve yawned and reminded,

"We can't get out now anyway, so we can only wait for outsiders to come and break the impasse. Instead of being angry here, we might as well take care of our spirits first, so that when someone comes to rescue us, we won't even have the strength to escape."

Before she could finish her words, the Queen of Connaught could not help but reveal her true nature, and looked at the Son of God in front of her with fiery eyes.

"Of course, if you want to do some exercise that is beneficial to your body and mind, I would be happy to help you."

"roll!"

Cu Chulainn simply uttered a word and directly rejected the Queen of Connacht's request for sex.

But the more he did this, the more it aroused Maeve's desire to conquer.

Just as Maeve was thinking about how to fulfill her wish and eat this young and strong son of God, the gray bronze water tray on the table suddenly lit up.

In the hazy fog, a large army with clear banners was marching towards the capital of Ulster.

Looking at the handsome young man with blond hair, riding a horse of the underworld, and holding a spear at the front of the team, Maeve chuckled:

"It looks like the unlucky guy responsible for taking the bait has arrived."

Cu Chulainn's heart trembled: "Is it Finn who is coming? I will lead the Knights of the Red Branch to meet them now!"

"Me too!" Fergus laughed and stood up. "After so many days of frustration, I finally got some decent help. Now I can finally have a head-on fight with those outsiders! It's still unclear who is the fish and who is the fisherman!"

The father and son put on their armor, summoned their respective artifacts, and headed straight for the camp of the Red Branch Knights.

Oh, man...

Maeve shook her head and sneered, then drank the mead in the cup. She then threw the cup down, stood up lazily, and walked out of the hall.

(End of this chapter)