Chapter 559 Morgan: Are you trying to discredit me? (Additional chapter completed, please vote)
With the soft jade in his arms, Luo En did not reach out to touch it. He just stood there, quietly acting as a supporting barrier.
This graceful reaction immediately gave Morgan some favorable impression.
She shook her dizzy head and whispered:
"Help me up first."
Lorne nodded slightly, raised his hand and helped Morgan back to the bluestone throne.
The fairy knights Bavanshi and Bagster, who were a little slow to react, rushed forward and asked with concern:
"Mother, how are you?"
Morgan shook his head and said:
"No problem. Give me the stuff."
"But your body..."
"This is an order!"
Hearing her mother's stern tone, Bawanxi could only nod dejectedly, and reluctantly took out a golden dagger engraved with Ogan tree characters from her body and handed it to Morgan on the throne.
——【Gold of the Invading Blade】.
This is the name of this thing, which comes from the artifact within the Druid sect. Its essence is a cursed knife used for sacrifice.
It is said that it can easily penetrate the gap between the flesh, mind and soul to complete the division of the sacrifice.
Therefore, in major ceremonies of the Druid sect, Morgan, the "Black Madonna", would ascend the altar, wielding this sharp blade to disintegrate the sacrifice and bless the world and the gods.
A familiar cold touch fell into his palm. Morgan gently exhaled the turbid air in his chest, then held the [Gold Blade] in reverse and cut the palm of his other hand.
The god's golden blood immediately flowed out from the wound, outlining a magic circle composed of ogham tree characters under Morgan's feet.
Retract the cursed knife and strike the scepter.
The surrounding space suddenly became like a lake with a stone thrown into it, rippling all over, and the shadow of a towering fortress appeared behind Morgan.
The main body of the city is built of chalk, which looks majestic and sacred.
Twelve towering spires are arranged in a circle. The light bands emitted from the top of the towers form a huge magic array in the sky, covering the entire city. It is like twelve anchors of light that penetrate the sky and the earth and connect the world.
A golden breeze blew through the city, and the huge bronze bell on the bell tower struck five times, making a long and joyful sound.
At the same time, the royal palace in the center of the city, which symbolizes the center of power, slowly opened its closed doors.
This is a building that combines the mysterious elements of the fairies with the cold militarized design of human society. It is dominated by depressing dark tones, matched with majestic golden patterns. The towering throne stands at the end of the empty hall, making the mortals in it unconsciously feel the urge to worship it.
At this time, in the valley.
As more and more golden blood flowed from Morgan's hands, the shadow of the Cretaceous City behind her gradually solidified, and the throne in the palace gradually overlapped with the throne under her.
When the two merged completely, Morgan on the throne slowly opened her eyes which turned golden, a cold aura burst out from her body, and the wand in her hand slammed heavily on the ground, like a queen giving orders.
Suddenly, the twelve tall towers in the Cretaceous City began to hum and vibrate together, and the magic array they woven together in the sky began to reverse and suck, forming a huge golden vortex.
Guided by the golden divine light, the black death energy and resentment rose from Morgan's body into the sky and flowed into the golden vortex in the sky.
Finally, after a full quarter of an hour of transmission, the golden vortex closed, the Chalk City faded, and the gloomy feeling and breath of death on Morgan disappeared.
But at the same time, she was almost exhausted, and she sat slumped on the bluestone throne, sweating profusely. She could hardly even lift her fingers to stop the bleeding.
Fortunately, a warm white light covered her palm, allowing her wound to heal quickly.
Morgan turned his head and nodded to Ron beside him.
"Thank you for bothering me again."
"It's just a small favor."
Loen answered casually, looking at the golden cursed knife on the ground.
Not only can it be used to dismember living things, but it can also be used to divide and sacrifice oneself?
If the feeling just now was correct, this witch used the unique function of this artifact to separate the divinity, soul, and power, and offered them on the altar to create a prison to contain and suppress the [disaster].
The throne is the control center, the twelve towers are the pillars, and the bronze bell represents the warning...
"The bronze bell in that city rang five times just now. Does it have any special meaning?" Loen asked the question in his mind.
"This proves that Mother has suppressed at least five [Great Disasters] of the same level as the current [Disaster of the Wild Hunt] for this world!"
Bawanshi stepped forward and answered proudly, looking very proud of it.
Loen suddenly realized and looked at Morgan, who was listless and pale on the throne, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Is this the cruel and merciless witch in later legends? The demonized slut?
Why is it different from what I expected?
After a moment, Lorne came to his senses and awkwardly touched his itchy nose.
Like the Poetic Edda, which records the Norse creation myth, the Celtic epic "Arthurian Legend", which made Morgan famous, were both written by Christians.
At that time, the entire European world was being Christianized. In order to promote their own orthodoxy, they naturally praised King Arthur who chose to convert.
Morgan, the native Celtic goddess and the Black Madonna of Druid paganism, naturally became the target of smear campaign and played the ignominious role of villain in the story. It is not surprising that there were some outrageous scandals about her in later generations.
Then again, being able to avert five [great disasters] for one's own world by one's own strength is truly remarkable.
However, this method of suppression is ultimately just a temporary solution.
Once Morgan, who serves as the suppression center, collapses due to excessive consumption, the [disasters] that he originally imprisoned in the Cretaceous City will probably come back again.
"Is there no way to completely solve these problems?" Lorne asked.
"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't do it." Morgan shook his head, a trace of helplessness on his pale face, "The Celts have experienced several [Great Invasions], and the gods have been fighting endlessly for the power to dominate the world, which has accelerated the consumption of the vitality of this world and buried many hidden dangers. Now, this world has entered its twilight years, and the mystery that can support life and the gods is rapidly fading. Various laws and orders have lost their balance, naturally triggering a series of [Great Disasters]. If I were still in my prime, I might be able to try, but with my current strength, I can only barely suppress it."
"So, this world is [dying]?"
Loen's eyes flashed and he stated the conclusion he heard from Gwyn.
Morgan nodded, his expression somewhat gloomy:
“You could say that.”
"What about the Tutankhamun? Don't they care?"
"So what if we care? The gods are not eternal. Too much compassion will only lead to their fate like Gwyn. When the [flame] is extinguished, only ashes will remain. Moreover, 'kindness' and 'dedication' are rare qualities among the gods..."
"What about you?" Lorne asked.
"I'm different from them. We have our own plans." At this point, Morgan's pale face revealed a hint of relief and hope. "As long as the plan goes well, we may really be able to save this world that is about to collapse."
Luo En listened carefully, his eyes flickering secretly.
The "we" here probably refers to the Lake Fairies group, who are probably planning something in secret.
Thinking of the chalk city that had appeared behind Morgan earlier, and the twelve light anchors that connected heaven and earth and sutured the "wounds" of the world, and combining them with various legends of later generations, Loen had some vague guesses in his mind.
——Arthur, the Eternal King!
That is, to use the existing power to cultivate a [savior] with unique power and mission. This is probably what the lake fairies are secretly planning.
Of course, there is only so much of the pie of power.
If others eat one more bite, you will eat one less bite.
The four on Sky Island would never allow an unborn kid to take away their authority and replace their throne.
Perhaps it was because they understood this that the three Morgan sisters left Ireland, the base camp of the Tuatha de Danann, and quietly came to the more desolate Britain, walking the world as "Lake Fairies", redeveloping their faith and secretly pulling at the thread of fate.
It’s a pity that the idea is beautiful but the reality is cruel.
According to later legends, the salvation plan initiated by the lake fairies would ultimately fail, and the "mystery" of the Celtic Age of Gods would fade away sharply after the death of King Arthur.
Moreover, it seems that King Arthur rebelled when he was alive, and turned to the wave of Christianization, turning against the three Morgan sisters who represented the interests of the Celtic gods.
Luo En rubbed his brows, not wanting to talk about this cruel future, so he asked another question in his mind:
"Is it only the Celtics who are plagued by disasters, or are other worlds the same, facing various kinds of world-destroying crises?"
“In theory, it’s the same.”
Morgan cheered up and explained in a deep voice,
"The sun rises and sets, the tides rise and fall, life grows and dies... The same is true for the world. Gods, humans, fairies, animals, plants and other kinds of life are all fruits born from the tree of the world. All things absorb nutrients from the world to survive and reproduce, and give back to the world with their corpses.
But this balance cannot last forever.
As time goes by, the strong ones will stand out, such as gods and various mysterious creatures. In order to avoid death, they will greedily suck the nutrients of the world, gradually breaking the original balance. And the world will gradually move towards [aging] and [death] in this process. Next, various [disasters] that have been accumulated in the darkness will erupt, wiping out the borers on the tree one by one. If they survive, there will be another day when the night ends and the day dawns, and they can continue to survive for a few more generations. If they can't survive, the whole tree may be eaten away and pushed down. "
--I see.
Loen nodded secretly, and probably understood that this was the inevitable law that the world of the Age of Gods must go through in its development.
This is true for Greece, for Northern Europe, and for the Celts...
All he can do is try his best to make his world survive the crisis.
"Is there any way to break out of this cycle?" Lorne continued to ask.
"Yes!" Morgan nodded and solemnly announced the answer, "Surpass the [Origin], become the [God-Supreme], break all the rules, and become the maker of order yourself!"
Here it is again.
Orlaug, the Norse god of origin, also said...
It seems that this is the only way to transcend all shackles and become truly immortal. No wonder the old man is obsessed with him and always wants to assimilate him as a sacrifice and swallow up his divinity and the world behind him.
However, he was not much nobler than Orlaug.
Who can enter the final circle and become the final winner in this chicken game depends on their own ability.
At this moment, seeing that Lorne had been silent for a long time, Morgan comforted him:
"I don't even know what [God] is. It's too far away from us, so don't think too much about it. Instead of worrying about things that haven't happened yet, it's better to keep your feet on the ground and take every step forward."
"That makes sense. I'm glad to learn from it."
Luo En came back to his senses, chuckled and nodded in agreement, then asked:
"So, everything is settled? We can leave now?"
"There is still a small amount of dead air and filth that is too deeply entangled with the soil. The two have completely merged into one. I cannot expel them for the time being."
Morgan glanced at the dark blue ground beneath his feet, a trace of helplessness on his face.
"For the next period of time, let Cornwall send troops to close off this valley to prevent outsiders from mistakenly entering it and being corroded by the dead air and filth inside. I will deal with this matter after I have rested."
"No need to bother."
Luo En pointed to the crown on his head and took the initiative to speak.
"Gwen entrusted everything to me before he died. Even if I can't help much, I have to do something. Leave the rest to me."
Morgan hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, and did not forget to instruct:
"Then be careful and don't force yourself."
Luo En nodded, walked forward, picked up the golden curse knife on the ground, cut his palm, and sprinkled the divine blood on the ground, while chanting solemnly:
“Declare:
I am in charge of killing and I am in charge of life.
What I hurt, I heal.
The palm of my hand is beyond reach.
What cannot escape is my gaze.
To destroy it.
I will call back the disabled and the old.
Entrust to me, learn from me, and follow me.
A moment of rest,
I have not forgotten the song, I have not forgotten to pray, I have not forgotten myself.
With my lightness, I lay aside all burdens and rest in my hands.
Anointed and branded for your sins.
Eternal life is given by death.
Forgiveness is now, I will pity this sad soul..."
Under the singing that was like a song and a poem, the misty white light spread across the valley.
The dead air and resentment gathered in the soil soon melted away under this flushing, turning into wisps of green smoke that drifted away.
As a ray of morning light pierced the night sky, announcing the arrival of the sunrise, bursts of melodious bird calls and insect chirps came from the originally dead and desolate valley. A white dove boldly landed on Lorne's fingertips, cooing.
"There's a letter. It seems to be from Cornwall."
Lorne took the letter box with the emblem of the Grand Duke of Cornwall from the pigeon's ankle and handed it to Morgan on the throne.
Morgan opened it and glanced at it, a faint smile appearing on his pale face:
"Let's go. The city has prepared a reception banquet for us. If you don't mind, can you give me a hand?"
"With pleasure."
Lorne smiled and helped Morgan's weak body up. Their two palms, covered with undried golden blood, were clasped together in the sunlight.
(End of this chapter)
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