Chapter 584 Chapter 140 The way you look at him is not innocent
Misty forest, the capital of the fairy kingdom.
The fairy kings from the six major clans gathered in the solemn hall, trembling with fear and trepidation, reporting the forging of the [Holy Sword] to the queen on the throne.
"There's still one-third of the progress to be completed? That's too slow!"
Morgan frowned to express his dissatisfaction, and then ordered,
"I'll give you three more days. If you don't finish it, I'll nail you to the square!"
Hearing the murderous aura in those words, the six fairy kings immediately thought of that bloody moonlit night. They felt a chill down their spines and nodded in agreement like chicks pecking at rice.
Then, the six goblin kings rushed back to the forge, ready to speed up the work and deliver the goods before the deadline.
Otherwise, they would have to go down and join the unfortunate ones of the Fang Clan.
Watching the six goblin kings walk away, Morgan's originally straight back suddenly hunched over and he let out a violent cough.
"Mother!"
"Ashe!"
The three fairy knights, Bagster, Bavanshi, and Melusin, as well as the textile fairy Habertlot, who was their good friend, quickly surrounded them, their faces full of worry.
"I'm fine."
Morgan replied calmly, sat up straight again, and quietly retracted his right hand that was covering his mouth and nose behind his back.
However, the four sharp-eyed fairies had already seen a trace of golden-red blood remaining on the palm, and the worry on their faces increased instead of diminishing.
Not long ago, Ireland suffered a sudden change.
A group of foreign enemies who came from nowhere landed in Ulster and set up an ambush. The Tuatha de Danaan mistakenly entered the ambush, and the four sky islands were completely destroyed, with more than 70% of the combat force killed or wounded.
If Morgan had not taken action at the critical moment, activated the power of the Holy Lance, and took away the remaining elite of the Tuatha de Danann on the Irish battlefield, I am afraid that the Tuatha de Danann would have become history.
But although Morgan successfully preserved these sparks, he also paid a heavy price for it.
Not only did his divinity decline drastically, but his body also suffered extremely severe backlash.
If the Holy Spear Rongomyniad had not absorbed the spiritual energy of the earth veins of the entire Britain to provide her with powerful protection and healing, Habertlot and other fairies would have been worried that Morgan would not be able to hold on.
Just as they were hesitating whether to expose Morgan's pretentious appearance and send the queen back to rest, a winged fairy who was responsible for delivering the message rushed into the hall in a hurry:
"Your Majesty, there is someone outside who wants to see you."
"No, we'll talk later if there's anything!"
Bavanshi, who was closest to Morgan, waved her hand impatiently, wanting her exhausted mother to have some rest.
However, the fairy messenger in the court looked embarrassed and whispered:
"He said he was your teacher, the Queen."
Morgan's eyes fixed, and he said thoughtfully:
"Let him in!"
The three fairy knights and Habertlot all felt a little nervous when they heard this.
During this time, they have learned the true identity of someone from Morgan.
I thought we were partners who got along well with each other, but I didn't expect that we would become enemies with swords against each other when we met again.
A moment later, a slender figure entered the hall, led by a fairy messenger. The tips of her hair were dyed with silky white woven from fragments of the starry sky, and each curl concealed rainbow thorns woven from runes and ogham characters. As she swayed with her steps, scales and powder that solidified her dreams fell off, like a fairy walking out of a dream.
A harmless smile appeared on his handsome face, and a sly curve appeared on his thin lips:
"Merlin the Magician, greetings to Her Majesty the Queen."
Before Morgan on the throne could answer, a blue-gray stone door slowly opened in the hall.
Scathach, holding two scarlet magic spears, walked out from the shadows, looked the man in front of her up and down, and said expressionlessly:
"I remember you were called 'Loki' before."
It is inevitable that there is some awkwardness when acquaintances who once passionately kissed each other meet again.
Luo En laughed dryly and argued:
"When you come to a new place, you naturally have to change your name. This way you can feel more at home and follow the local customs."
"So, you are here to join us this time?"
Scathach sneered and asked back, her words were quite sharp.
As the first person to discover that the Norse gods were planning to invade the Celtic Age of Gods, she had not forgotten how this Norse god of fire and conspiracy, her good brother-in-law, chased her all the way with a sword after the news leaked out.
Now, the enemy has led the Nordic army and severely damaged the Tuatha de Danann in Ireland.
At the height of her power, she didn't believe that this Nordic God King came here just to exchange feelings.
But unexpectedly, Luo En in the court actually nodded and said sincerely:
"Yes, I want to make peace with you on behalf of the Norse gods. As long as you agree, our two ages of gods can unite as one and jointly resist the coming disaster."
War is often not an end but a means to an end.
At present, both the Nordic and Celtic Ages of Gods have entered their twilight years, and the shadow of doomsday prophecies is always lingering over their respective worlds.
If they could combine their strengths to fight against the impending doomsday catastrophe, their chances of winning and survival would be greatly increased.
After Ireland's first victory, the Nordic side has gained enough chips.
Considering his previous friendship with Morgan and others, Loen naturally wanted to avoid more bloodshed and integrate the Celtic God Age into the Nordic God Age as soon as possible.
But Morgan is no fool.
She revealed the key to the matter in one sentence:
"We can merge, but who will be the king? You Norse gods?"
Hearing this, Loen felt helpless.
The question is who takes the lead and who needs to submit.
Both great ages of gods are facing the crisis of the doomsday prophecy. Even if they merge with each other and fight the difficulties together, there is no guarantee that the stronger side will use the weaker side as cannon fodder.
Even Lorne could not guarantee that after the fusion of the Age of Gods, the Tuatha de Danann and the Norse gods would be on an equal footing.
Seeing that the other party did not speak, Morgan sneered:
"If you have nothing to say, how about I make the decision? If you join the Celtic Age of Gods, I promise not to treat you unfairly. If you are not sure of my sincerity, we can enter into a marriage contract, swear an oath together, and supervise each other as a bond for cooperation between the two sides."
When Luo En heard this, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
She dares to say that she wants Northern Europe to bow to the Celts.
Still planning to marry me?
If I join the Celtic Age of Gods, it means you will have an extra God-King for nothing, and the Nordic countries will not only gain nothing after fighting hard, but also lose a God-King. They will definitely be in an uproar later.
Odin used this trick back then. He married Frigga for money, abducted Frey and Freya, and destroyed the Vanir.
If the tricks he had personally used were to be used on himself, the old guy would definitely be the first to object.
Moreover, without my lubrication, it is hard to say whether the nine Nordic countries would start fighting prematurely.
So, disciple, aren't you making things difficult for me, your teacher?
Luo En pondered for a moment and said helplessly:
"The conditions are too harsh. We can't agree to them."
"Then there is nothing more to say. See you on the battlefield. Only the winner will be qualified to decide the future of these two worlds!"
Morgan waved his hand with a cold face, as if to see the guest off.
Seeing this, Luo En could not help but persuade him earnestly:
"The Tuatha de Danann has been badly wounded, and the Nordic army has already reached the gates of Britain. You can't win with just the six fairy clans in the Misty Forest and the remnants of the Tuatha de Danann. Stop it, Morgan!"
"not necessarily!"
Morgan snorted coldly and looked at Lorne in the court with pride.
"You underestimate us and the Tuatha de Danann. We were able to survive several major invasions and remain standing in the Celtic Age of Gods. This was not due to the mercy and charity of our enemies."
"So, you really have a backup plan..."
The playful voice echoed in the hall, and a sly smile appeared on Loen's face.
Morgan saw this and became so angry that her pretty face turned pale and her chest kept heaving.
Got fooled!
The crucial information was obtained!
Even at this time, you are still lying to me! I have always regarded you as my teacher!
In a rage, Morgan suddenly raised his hand and a spear of light shot out.
The sharp blade composed of Ogham runes pierced through the chest of the man in front of him like a knife cutting through butter, but no blood flowed out of the wound, only ripples appeared like water waves.
phantom?
Morgan became even angrier and waved his arms continuously. Twelve light spears shot out at the same time, directly stringing the phantom in front of him into a hedgehog.
Lorne still had a harmless smile on his face. He dragged his phantom body through the spear of light without any hindrance, while accusing the student of his atrocities:
"When two armies are at war, envoys should not be killed. Besides, I was once your teacher. Isn't that too much?"
"How dare you say that? You don't tell a single word of truth! You call yourself the wandering wizard Merlin and try to gain my trust, but you are actually a spy from Northern Europe. How shameless!"
Morgan opened his mouth to retort, and then he shook with anger as he recalled his past experiences.
Luo En rolled his eyes and responded sharply:
"You are the same, aren't you? You say you are Morgan the Lake Fairy, but in fact you are Morrigan, the goddess of death, one of the three phantom goddesses. You oversee the fate of the entire Tuatha de Danann and the Celtic Age of Gods."
Morgan was shocked to hear the teacher reveal his true identity:
"When did you know that?"
"After understanding the true nature of the Holy Lance."
Lorne replied with a smile, his thoughts churning in his head.
After learning that the Holy Lance Rongomyniad was the wedge of light that held together the entire Celtic Age of Gods, he naturally became suspicious of the original identities of the three Morgan sisters.
If they were only goddesses in charge of death, war and fertility, they would not be qualified to control such a world-class artifact, let alone the ability to tear open the barrier set up by the three goddesses of Norn and snatch people away from under the noses of the Norse gods.
Unless, they possess the same level of power of destiny.
In other words, the three Morgan sisters are the three goddesses of fate hidden behind the Tuatha de Danann.
Based on the subsequent interrogation of the Celtic captives and Tuatha de Danaan, Loen was completely certain of his identity as a good student.
"Everyone has reservations, so there's no need for you to get angry with me about this."
Lorne smiled and continued,
"Well, I've said what I need to say. Since you and the Tutankhamun are determined not to give up, we can only meet on the battlefield."
"When we get to the battlefield, you'll cry!"
Morgan gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear two ounces of flesh off that smiling face.
Luo En waved his hand, and the phantom body turned into dots of golden light and dissipated:
"Well, I look forward to your performance..."
As the figures on the field completely disappeared, Scathach finally couldn't help but speak:
"When did you guys hook up?"
As the queen of the Shadow Kingdom and Lord of the Wild Hunt in Scotland, her relationship with Morrigan, who holds complete power over death, is between friends and superiors.
I asked this question, on the one hand out of concern for my friend, and on the other hand because I had also been cheated by some bastard.
Morgan glared at Scathach and snorted to correct him:
"What do you mean by hooking up? He was the one who tricked me!"
"So, he slept with you?"
"No!"
"You slept with him?"
"I've already said it before. We just had some interactions. At most, we were teacher and student for a period of time. It's all clean!"
"But the way you look at him is not innocent..."
Scathach spoke softly, and Morgan's cheeks couldn't help but twitch slightly.
After a moment of silence, she gritted her teeth and looked at Scathach, her subordinate and friend, with a dark face:
"How's the thing you asked me to do going?"
"Don't worry, it has been delivered to the island as you said."
"Take me to see it."
Scathach nodded, then opened the shadow gate and led Morgan and the four fairy knights into it.
In a trance, everyone found themselves on a mirror-like lake.
The surrounding mist is the solidified milk of time. Each wisp of silver mist is spun from the star sand woven by the fairies in the lake. When it brushes over the sea of irises, it stirs up billions of light particles, like the last sigh of the creator god before closing his eyes. The unsinkable golden boat is suspended in the center of the mirror lake. The Celtic spiral pattern growing on the hull changes its iridescence with the phases of the moon, but the reflection shows the wonder of the nine-layer starry sky collapsing into the original light point. Crystal dewdrops are hanging from the branches of the apple trees by the lake. Each drop of dewdrop is wrapped in a dream fragment that is both real and illusory. When it falls to the ground, it does not bloom ripples, but the mirage of the rainbow bridge leading to the inner sea of stars.
Dusk here is like a vine growing in reverse, spreading from the castle spires made of platinum to the horizon. On the surfaces of the towers that pierce the curtain of time, the liquid boundary between morning and evening flows. When everyone climbs onto the isolated island in the middle of the lake and passes through the thousand-year-old cherry forest, the petals falling along the way reveal the causal lines woven by the thread of fate, and the moment they touch the ground, they turn into an amber coffin that seals the breath of the gods.
This is the core of the Misty Forest, or the last holy place and tomb of the entire Tuatha de Danann.
Avalon, the legendary utopia isolated from the rest of the world.
At this moment, the red-haired goddess Morgause under the Silver Branch Sacred Tree heard the sound and rushed over, followed by the remaining elite members of the Tuatha de Danann.
"Humph! The Nordic people have just come to challenge us. If you still refuse to make up your mind, then get out of our territory!"
Morgan snorted coldly and looked at the Tuatha de Danaan gods present with disdain on his face.
As if touched, Nuada covered his broken arm, walked forward, gritted his teeth and spoke:
"Okay, now that things have come to this, we agree to cooperate!"
"That's more like it, let's get started."
Morgan nodded with satisfaction and led the gods into the deepest mist.
(End of this chapter)
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