Chapter 582 You are the challenger!
Is this the challenger?
Nuada slowly raised his hand, and the power of the God of War turned into tangible mercury, gathering in his palm into a holy sword that seemed to be made of light - Clausolas.
This is one of the four secret treasures of the Tuatha de Danann, transformed by his power as the God of War, meaning the Sword of Light, the Sword of Fire, and the Invincible Sword. Whoever holds this sword can win battles over and over again on the battlefield and never be defeated.
In addition, there is a holy sword transformed by his power as the God of War - Vlagerak, also known as the Sword of Backlight or the Sword that Cuts the God of War.
The two are originally a pair, and when used together, they are almost unbeatable on the battlefield.
However, one of the four secret treasures, the [Stone of Destiny], was accidentally lost in his hands, causing public outrage. In order to suppress the discontent and continue to sit firmly on his throne as the first king, Nuada had to keep the [Sword of Light] for himself and give the [Sword of Against Light] to the second king, the sea god Manano.
In this way, the two swords are separated and their power is naturally weakened.
But in this land of Ireland, it is enough to deal with a group of foreign enemies without roots!
Nuada looked up at his opponent holding the [Flame Demon Sword] and proudly swung the [Sword of Light] in his hand, which contained the power of the God of War. The mercury-colored blade rolled up the cold tide of the thousand-layer Irish Sea, and the scorched earth where it swept was blooming with the ancestral battle pattern engraved with frost flowers.
God of War? God of War?
Let me count, Ares, Aphrodite, Athena, Artemis, Apollo, Tyr, Freya, Thor, Odin... I seem to have beaten a lot of people with these titles.
So, you are the challenger!
Lorne sneered as he crushed the frost-engraved frozen rock beneath his feet. The magic sword Levatin fell with the eternal fire of the Nordic Gods Age. Lava poured down like a fallen star, burning the sky with cracks that foreshadowed the twilight of the gods.
"boom!"
The moment the silver light and the red flame collided, the shock wave swept through the shadows of the two great gods' domains projected on the battlefield, setting off a terrifying turmoil.
——The chaotic black fog before the creation of the world surged out of the Jinlunga Chasm; the foundations of the nine kingdoms began to grow wildly with thorns and sharp blades under the invasion of silver light; the world tree Yggdrasil shook violently, and its branches and leaves fell. What fell from the top of the tree crown was not fruit, but amber pendulums that solidified the will of destruction - every roar they struck engraved a deeper prophecy on the ruins of the Nordic God Age.
——Nuadar's armor engraved with the blessing of the God of Spring was shattered by the blazing flames, and the silver blood flowing from the wound spilled onto the earth. The scorched earth gave rise to large birch forests; the four sky islands swayed left and right in the aftermath, and large patches of light patterns flickered; the crown of the silver branch holy tree, which represented eternal life, was torn apart by the powerful divine power, and the trunk burned violently in the catastrophe. It was as if the whole of Ireland was dragged into purgatory.
Looking at the wounds on his body and his opponent who was simply knocked back, Nuada was very annoyed.
You actually caused me to be injured? Damn foreigner!
Come again!
Nuada's sword-wielding arm was soaked in the dew of the starry night, and countless tangled spiritual veins of deer antlers gushed out from the gaps in his silver armor. Every ray of sword light carried the lost prayers of the Tuatha de Danann - the rhythm of life that the forgotten tribe had sung in the campfire for thousands of years.
Loen was not polite either. The incarnation of [One of the Originals] rose behind him, forming an all-encompassing golden flame. The lava under his feet fissioned into thousands of fire snakes that gnawed at the Celtic silver and green shades. The shadow of the burning Sacred Tree of Danu was reflected in his purple eyes.
The holy sword and the devil blade clashed continuously, and the endless flames and silver light set off a fierce magic storm, dragging everything around into the shattered void.
At the same time, the fighting situation on other battlefields has reached a fever pitch.
Above the sky, thousands of lights collided violently.
Holo transformed into a thousand-meter-tall holy wolf, biting through the magical barrier of Sky Island with her huge mouth, swallowing the starlight and the light of the sun and moon in the Celtic God's Domain into her stomach; the Valkyries passed through the gap in the defense line, formed a formation and rushed into Sky Island to kill;
Heimdall's Galarhorn collided with the Sky Island's war drum, and the divine sound waves condensed into a terrifying vortex visible to the naked eye. The Aesir had also spread to various Sky Islands under the delivery of the Rainbow Bridge.
"It is better to die in battle than to return with honor!"
Odin held the Spear of Eternity in his hand, widened his one eye, activated his divine power, and roared to open the light-like gate of Valhalla.
The fallen Heroic Warriors were reawakened one by one, raising their swords and shields high. But before they could launch an attack, they were pierced by tens of thousands of golden light bands. The sun wheel hanging high above the Sky Island turned into a golden figure. The Sun God Luger raised his spear of light and swept the glittering gold dust into it, and his divinity soared.
In the sea, the water was surging violently.
Jörmungandr suddenly rushed out of the water and pounced on the sea god Mananor and other Tuatha de Danu in the original posture of the Midgard Serpent. Thousands of sea beasts and warships that were caught off guard became its meal. The Vanir King Njord seized the opportunity, took the Vanir secret treasure - the Sword of Victory from his daughter Freya, and led his people to fight hard, further disrupting the enemy's formation.
But the surging seawater turned into mercury at this moment, and the Viking warships that tried to break through suddenly spread and grew the buds of the Silver Branch Sacred Tree. Frey and Freya, who were at the helm, saw the Celtic emerald lines crawling on the surface of the ship and the flesh and blood of each Vanir, and immediately swung their antlers and light blades to smash the invading branches. Under the impact, every crack of the Celtic Silver Branch Sacred Tree oozed out a metal solution mixed with two kinds of divine blood - these liquid metals automatically condensed into light blades with both runes and Ogham characters, which in turn pierced the surrounding Vanir warriors, causing a series of shipwrecks and deaths.
As the druid wizards chanted in unison, the sea god Manano, who had successfully stabilized his own formation, raised his hand slightly and summoned his proud [Sword of Against Light].
——The blade is in the shape of an inverse crescent, and the dark silver surface tempered by meteorite iron is etched with Celtic spiral patterns. Whenever the sword spine faces the light source, the pattern will emit a bronze halo, like the imprisoned polar night flowing in the metal. The hilt is wrapped in black leather tanned by raven skin, and the amber inlaid at the end seals three stars rotating in the opposite direction. The guard is twisted into the shape of thorns wrapped around the sun. When the sword blade pierces the light, the thorn pattern will ooze out the twilight plasma solidified during the war between gods. This light-killing weapon always exists in a paradoxical form: the sharpest part is precisely the shadow crack that devours its own reflection.
As one of the four secret treasures of the Tuatha de Danann, it is the embodiment of the power of the God of War, and victory is certain when the sword is drawn!
Blood and fire clashed fiercely between the earth.
Finn raised the rainbow spear in his hand, Cu Chulainn made a throwing gesture, Fergus summoned the wind and thunder, Queen Maeve created tens of thousands of artificial soldiers, the Red Branch Knights and the Fianna Warband roared like wounded beasts and launched a desperate charge...
Sigurd raised the magic sword in his hand, Ciri awakened the blood of time and space in her body, Beowulf went into a frenzy, Galadriel chanted the secret spell of the elves, and the forces from the elves, humans, and dwarves rushed into the Royal City of Ulster, ready to put out the last resistance of the Celts...
Within the shattered void, Golden Flame and Silver Light ended a new round of confrontation, and each flew backwards with wounds all over their bodies.
Lorne and Nuada steadied themselves, looked at each other from a distance, held the hilts tightly with both hands, raised the holy blade and the magic sword high above their heads, and shouted at the same time:
"Dusk annihilation—Levadin!"
"Glorious as this - Clausolas!"
At almost the same time, a solemn announcement was heard from the sea and the sky:
"The winning gold - Caliburn!
"The last one to strike and the first to be killed - Fragrak!"
"Bombard the Five Stars--Brianak!"
"The Great God's Declaration - Gungnir!"
The six gods confronting each other on the battlefield all launched their strongest attacks at the same moment, unveiling the final outcome of this massive war of gods.
The time is now!
At the same time, the three goddesses of Norn who were holding hands to form a triangle formation in the cabin suddenly opened their eyes, and the golden blood of the gods soaked the last corner of the sand table on the table. The resonating laws of fate weaved a trinity of three-branch runes. The lingering fog on the battlefield condensed into thousands of invisible threads of fate, enveloping the whole of Ireland and entangling all the Tuatha de Danann gods on the scene into the Nordic movement of destiny.
Wherever the divine law of fate spread, the battlefield began to devour itself and change: the golden bricks and stones of the Asgard projection dissolved into Celtic bone patterns, and the emerald walls of the Royal City of Tara oozed the resin of the world tree; the frost of Niflheim covered the oak forests of Ireland, and the roots of the trees actually bloomed with frost flowers of Fimbulwinter. Even the warring gods underwent changes - the warhorse totem of the Tuatha de Danann emerged on the surface of Heimdall's golden horn, and the vortex of runes swirled in the right pupils of the three Tuatha de Danann gods.
In an instant, a strong feeling of restraint surged into the hearts of the Danu gods, causing their faces to change drastically.
Damn, it’s the divinity of fate!
Even if gods possess power that transcends the limits of life and death, they still cannot escape the control of fate.
Fortunately, these foreigners came across the sea and had no roots in the Celtic Age of Gods. The god of fate they believed in theoretically could not completely take over the destiny of the Celtic Age of Gods.
As the masters of Ireland, they were not incapable of resistance.
Almost at the same time, the three Tuatha Danu gods exercised their divine power, calling upon the spirituality and will of the earth beneath their feet, preparing to break free from the interference of the three Nordic goddesses and regroup.
However, just as their divinity was about to connect with Ireland's own [Destiny], an atmosphere filled with ominousness, curse and betrayal suddenly erupted in the Royal City of Ulster.
In the square, the altar where the gods of Danu descended suddenly collapsed. The invisible impact instantly severed the connection between the three Danu kings and the land beneath their feet.
"puff!"
Under the strong backlash, the three gods Nuada, Manano and Ruge vomited out golden blood at the same time. Their divinity was greatly diminished and the crowns transformed from power were shattered.
At this moment, the three Nordic gods, who had been planning for a long time, also took the opportunity to show their fangs.
The next moment, the light of the Eternal Spear tore apart the golden sun disc in the sky and pierced through the cores of the four sky islands;
The blade of the sword of victory cut through the endless waves and pierced into the heart of the sea god Mananor;
The calamity fire of the flaming demon sword annihilated the mercury-colored holy light and slashed across the right arm of the god of war Nuada...
In the blink of an eye, the outcome was decided.
The four sky islands broke apart and turned into countless rubbles of various sizes that fell from the sky. The temples and cities on the islands, which were the foundation of the divinity of the gods of Danu, were annihilated in the violent explosions.
The sea god Mananor covered his chest that was blown through, fell on his back, his body merged into the sea water, and his divinity turned into foam. He tried to use the power of the Irish Sea to reassemble himself, but under the interference of the Vanir God King Njord and the devouring of the World Serpent Jörmungandr, his reaction gradually weakened.
As for the leader, the god of war Nuada covered his bloody broken arm and watched as the alien demon coming towards him burned his right hand to ashes and completely shattered his proud [Invincible Sword]...
Lost miserably!
After entering the Celtic Age of Gods, this group of foreigners carefully planned every step and wove a fateful cage of doom for the Tuatha de Danann.
From the moment he stepped onto the battlefield, the fate of him and the Tuatha de Danann was sealed.
So, this is the prophesied [catastrophe]?
Everything happened just as they said.
Nuada thought of the warning from Avalon not long ago and felt extremely upset.
Due to the continuous wars between gods and invasions, not only the ordinary gods of Tuatha de Danann, but even the three goddesses of fate of the Tuatha de Danann were overturned and needed to restore their divinity through the mystery of reincarnation.
In order to become the [Eternal King] on Sky Island, Nuada used the [Stone of Destiny] in his hand to awaken Macha, the eldest of the Three Goddesses of Fate, and demanded that the Three Goddesses of Fate become vassals of the [First Throne] and be loyal to him forever.
Macha chose to agree, and even promised to marry him together with her other two sisters after they woke up.
Nuada believed it and gave the [Stone of Destiny] to Macha for safekeeping.
Unexpectedly, this was just Macha's false pretense. Once she got the [Stone of Destiny] that was related to the power of destiny, she immediately fled Sky Island, leaving Nuada feeling humiliated.
Therefore, in order to retaliate and threaten, Nuada used a farmer and the king of Ulster to plot against the goddess of fate, causing her to give birth prematurely and become weak.
But unexpectedly, this move not only failed to make Macha surrender, but instead led to a complete breakdown in the relationship between the two sides.
The eldest sister of the goddess of fate resolutely severed all ties between herself and Ireland and the Tuatha de Danann, and went to the island of Avalon with her two newly born [divine fetuses].
From then on, the three goddesses of fate belonging to the Tuatha de Danann became the three sisters of the lake nymphs on the island of Avalon, and were incompatible with the island of Sky.
Due to the lingering grudges, Nuada naturally did not trust the prophecy from the island of Avalon. Instead, he focused his main energy on guarding against the counterattack and liquidation of the three lake fairies.
Unexpectedly, his own cleverness backfired.
While trying its best to suppress the three sisters of Morgause, Sky Island ignored the real danger from outside the domain.
Looking at the whistling hammer of Thor and the overwhelming flames of the flaming sword, Nuada's face was dejected and defeated, and the gods of Tuatha Dana, who were at the end of their rope, also had despair in their eyes.
At the critical moment, thirteen light spears tore through the void, fell from the sky, and turned into crystal-like towers. With their unique power, they divided the battlefield and the world and kept the thunder and flames out.
"Our hometown, which heals all wounds and all resentments, appears here!"
A solemn proclamation echoed in the sky, and the holy city, which was built with chalk soil and supported by thirteen spears of light, opened its doors.
The Tuatha de Danaan, Celtic warriors, druid wizards, and a group of heroes with divine blood, who were at the end of their strength in the realm, turned into golden streams of light and were gathered into the Cretaceous Holy City and the Crystal Tower.
Finally, it's here.
Loen looked at the strange scene before him and murmured to himself.
There is no doubt that the only ones who could come to the rescue at this moment could be his good student Morgan and the three Celtic goddesses of fate she represented.
(End of this chapter)
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