Chapter 585: Teacher Merlin, the students are here to show their filial piety!
Avalon Island, deep within the deepest fog wall.
Nuada took a deep breath and looked at Morgause and Morgan under the Silver Branch Sacred Tree:
"Tell me, what should we do next?"
"Reintegrate Ireland's broken foundation and spiritual veins, transfer them to Britain, and then contribute your divinity and faith. I look forward to the completion of the [Holy Sword] and [Divine Embryo] as soon as possible."
Morgause gave his reply, waving his hand gently.
The silver-branched sacred tree in front of him, which connected the starry sky and the earth veins, swayed with a unique rhythm. Thousands of light bands fell on the water and condensed into a gorgeous crystal coffin at the bottom of the lake.
Eighty-four star rings that match the ancient astrology system of the British Isles imprisoned and wrapped it, constantly channeling the starlight of the sky and the spiritual light of the earth veins into it. The fairy and ogham trees on the surface of the coffin continued to flicker, and the golden light dust fell to the bottom of the lake to form a spiral star map that recorded the "return" theorem.
The remnants of the Tuatha de Danu gods stood on the lake-like sea of stars, looking at the human-shaped light and shadow that had begun to move in the crystal coffin at the bottom of the lake, and seemed to have realized something in their hearts.
That is the essence of Avalon.
An ideal hometown, an eternal paradise.
The immortal foundation of the Tuatha de Danann, the embodiment of the eternal paradox.
It is the hemostatic gauze of Ragnarok and also the spiritual womb that gives birth to new myths in the inner sea of stars.
Realizing this, the sun god Luger questioned:
"You want us to put all our chips on Britain? How are we going to get back to Ireland if we win?"
"Return to Ireland?"
Morgan turned around and sneered,
"Don't you understand? Now the four sky islands no longer exist, and the roots of the Tuatha de Danann in that land have been cut off. Your era has come to an end. Next, we will start a new era in Britain and rebuild a new destiny!"
"We just lost one game, and we still have a chance to win it back!"
Luger stiffened his neck and retorted with gritted teeth.
As the youngest of the four thrones of Sky Island, he naturally has a very high ambition.
Morgan glanced at Ruger and asked bluntly:
"Want to win back? Do you want to rely on him, the god of war with a broken hand? Or do you want to rely on you, the god of the sun who lost four sky islands?"
When Ruger heard this, his fair cheeks suddenly turned red. He wanted to refute, but he was speechless.
And Nuada sighed, his expression equally complicated.
As the god of war who won the first deep-sea war and expelled the Vanir (Formor), and as the first king who led his people to gain a foothold in several subsequent major invasions and was deeply supported by his own people, he thought he could grasp the pulse of fate and become the "Eternal King" in the prophecy of the Tuatha de Danann.
He didn't expect that after all his scheming, even at the cost of making enemies with the three phantom goddesses who supervised the fate of the Tuatha de Danaan, he not only got nothing in the end, but also lost his original position as the King of Gods.
——In the tradition of the Tuatha de Danann, a disabled person is not qualified to be king.
——Especially a loser whose right arm had just been chopped off by the enemy on the battlefield.
Even if he was fitted with prosthetic limbs and had his flesh and blood rebuilt afterwards, his severely damaged powers as the God of War and the God of War could not be fully restored. Naturally, he could no longer occupy the First Throne and serve as the supreme leader of the Tuatha de Danann.
But now, the enemy is approaching and the opponent may launch an attack at any time.
Within the Tuatha de Danann, he, the first throne, had his arm broken, the second throne, the sea god Mananno, died in battle, the third throne, the sun god Lugu, was too young, and the fourth throne, the beast god Cornunnos, was not good at fighting.
Now that things have come to this, there is no other way for him or the Tuatha de Danann to go.
The only way out is to seek help from the three phantom goddesses who control the fate of the Tuatha de Danann and the Celtic Gods.
Knowing this, Nuada gave up the last bit of hope in his heart, held Luger's shoulder, and asked:
"We've agreed. When does the ceremony start?"
"immediately!"
Morgan answered simply and reminded again,
"The other party has already issued a declaration of war. We don't have much time to waste!"
Nuada nodded, and used his remaining prestige to convince the remnants of the Tuatha de Danu on the scene, as well as the descendants of gods in the Red Branch Knights and the Fianna Regiment, to jointly draw the magic circle required for the ceremony with divine blood in front of the Silver Branch Sacred Tree.
Looking at the Tuatha de Danaan gods on the island of Avalon who were lowering their status and busying themselves with work, Morgan nodded with satisfaction.
To be honest, she had to thank her teacher for the fact that things went so smoothly.
On the one hand, that guy led the Norse gods to appear quietly in Ireland, shot down four sky islands, severely damaged the three thrones headed by Nuada, and completely destroyed the base that the Tuatha de Danann had painstakingly built in Ireland, turning them into stray dogs that needed to rely on others for support;
On the other hand, the notes that guy gave her did teach her a lot of useful things.
- For example, when to rescue someone, when to be tough, and when to be weak;
——And how to control people and use external contradictions to bridge internal rifts...
At this moment, Nuada on the field was missing an arm, and it was the crucial right arm, so his movements were quite awkward, even a little funny.
Although the surrounding Danu gods and descendants of the gods did not speak, their brows inadvertently revealed their contempt and dissatisfaction with the former leader.
As a military god, losing troops and territory is a stain;
As a leader, it is a shame to have incomplete limbs;
If this leader had not been so arrogant and led his entire army into the enemy's trap, they might not have fallen to such a state.
With Nuada's keen sense, he could naturally notice the strange looks around him.
But the facts were before him and he had nothing to say. He could only bury his head deeper and work hard in silence.
Morgan saw this and waved his hand to call over the god of medicine among the Tuatha de Danann and the metalsmiths from the six major fairy clans, and whispered some instructions to them.
A few hours later, the God of Medicine and several goblin metalsmiths brought a silver metal arm that was shining brightly.
Morgan picked up the silver metal arm and said in a deep voice:
"After learning that you were injured, I had them secretly forge this arm for you. This thing is made of the same material as the Holy Sword. Not only is it exceptionally strong, but once installed, it can move as freely as the original arm. However, in order to make it sentient and merge with your own flesh and blood, you will need the help of Big Sister."
Upon hearing this, Mogaus took the silver metal arm without any hesitation and came to Nuada.
The God of Medicine of the Tuatha de Danann wisely cut open the flesh of Nuada's broken arm, confirmed the divine connection between the two, and then connected them. Finally, Morgause activated the power of life to make the two fit together perfectly.
Flesh and blood grow back, and consciousness is restored.
Nuada looked at the strange silver hand that looked no different from a normal arm, and suddenly a feeling of gratitude and shame surged in his heart.
Initially, in order to monopolize power and become the prophesied "Eternal King", he did a lot of things to trip up the three phantom goddesses.
Even because of him, the other two goddesses of fate, who needed the help of their eldest sister Mogause's [Divine Power of Life] to complete their reincarnation, almost died in the womb.
Unexpectedly, when the crisis came, the three Morgan sisters not only extended a helping hand to the Tuatha de Danann without bearing any grudges, but also carefully made this silver arm for him to cover up his disgrace, which was like giving him a new life.
"Please rest assured, even if it costs me my life, I will lead my people to drive out the enemies and restore the glory of the Tuatha de Danann!"
Nuada raised his silver hand to his chest and swore an oath solemnly.
Morgan nodded trustingly on the surface, but he didn't care in his heart.
Whether it's true or false, it doesn't matter.
Because, according to the tradition of the Tuatha de Danann, even if Nuada installed this thing and regained his mobility, he would still be considered disabled. And to be the king, one must be healthy. Even if he drove away the foreign enemies and revived his prestige in the future, it would be almost impossible for Nuada to become the [throne].
Therefore, this silver arm is both a help and a shackle.
It's easy to put it on, but not so easy to take it off.
After all, Morgan had thought of this possibility before making this decision and took precautions in advance.
Of course, I was able to come up with this strategy that kills two birds with one stone thanks to the guidance of my teacher and the notes he provided.
Merlin, right? Teacher, right?
To thank you for your teaching, I, as your student, would like to give you a graduation gift.
Morgan stood on the surface of the Starlight Lake, looking at the increasingly obvious fetal movement in the crystal coffin at the bottom of the lake. A certain hateful and hateful face emerged in his mind, and he clenched his fists with a sneer.
So for an excellent teacher, what is the best gift from students?
The answer is: Let your students defeat you!
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“A-choo!”
At the same time, Loen, who had returned to the warship, suddenly felt a chill and sneezed loudly.
The Norse gods came out upon hearing the noise, and Odin and Njord, who were in the lead, hurriedly asked:
"You're back? How's it going?"
"Something unexpected happened. The Tuatha de Danann may have a backup plan. I think we should hold off on the offensive and take a long-term view."
Luo En rubbed his itchy nose and gave his opinion in a deep voice.
Want to wait?
Odin frowned when he heard this.
For this expedition to the Celtic gods, he not only mobilized all the wealth of the Aesir, but also recruited more than 70% of the military forces of the other major nations. He even plucked almost all the [Apples of Youth] on the World Tree that maintained the immortality of the Norse gods at once, and shared them free of charge with warriors of all races as strategic materials.
After the battle in Ireland, they had successfully defeated the Tuatha de Danann, leaving them with no strength to fight back.
At this moment, the Nordic army is at its peak and is about to win the battle and bring the entire Celtic Age of Gods into its grasp. Wouldn't it be a bit too absurd to stop the attack at this time?
"They are just bluffing!"
The Vanir God King Njord on the side retorted with a firm tone,
"Now the four sky islands of the Tuatha de Danann have fallen, one of the three god kings is dead and two are injured, and the foundation of their long-term business in Ireland has also been eradicated by us. How can a group of stray dogs without support win?"
Hearing this, Odin's frown relaxed.
That’s right, they had already consumed nearly 70% of the main forces of the Tuatha de Danann in the last battle, but the casualties of the Norse gods themselves did not exceed 20%.
With such a huge disparity in military strength and the secret assistance of the three goddesses of Norn, he couldn't think of any possibility of his side losing.
Moreover, when it comes to familiarity with the Tuatha de Danann, who could compare to their old rivals, the Vanir?
Since Njord thought they were bluffing, Loki's worries were probably unfounded, or he was fooled by the cunning Tuatha de Danann.
Besides, things have come to this point, and it is too late for him to stop.
——The arrow is on the string and must be shot!
Odin made up his mind and comforted his blood brother:
"I know you have a history with the fairy queen in the Misty Forest. It is indeed difficult to let you two fight with swords. How about this, Njord and I will take the lead, and you will command and dispatch from the rear. You don't need to go on the battlefield yourself."
"It has nothing to do with this. I just think there's something fishy going on here."
"Don't worry, they are just a bunch of defeated soldiers. What kind of trouble can they cause? Let Njord and I take care of those stray dogs. Just watch them!"
Odin patted Lorne on the shoulder, and without waiting for the fleet to dock, he summoned the armies of the Aesir and the Vanir without hesitation, stepped into the light band hanging from the Rainbow Bridge, and rushed to the new battlefield.
Looking at the Nordic gods rushing out of the warship in a mighty force, Loen frowned and fell into thought.
In Ireland, the two major human warbands, Fianna and Redbranch, existed in name only, and all four sky islands were destroyed. The faith foundation jointly established by humans and the Tuatha de Danann was completely cut off.
In Scotland, Scathach, the Queen of Shadow Country, was repelled by the Winter Goddess Skadi, and had to lead the remaining troops to retreat to the Misty Forest and join forces with the six major fairy clans.
Not to mention Wales. Due to Gwyn's last commission, this land has been managed by his successor and the Norse gods into an ironclad entity, and is completely marked by the Norse mark.
The only base still controlled by the other party is England.
And, to be more precise, only the southern half of England with the Misty Forest at its core.
Because, as the Nordic army advanced, they had already taken control of Orkney and the surrounding areas in the north.
Right now, the gods represented by the Tuatha de Danann, the fairies belonging to the six major fairy clans, and the humans from various countries are all gathered in the Misty Forest in the south of England.
It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that this situation is "lingering on".
In order to preserve these essences, Morgan, the most powerful of the three Celtic goddesses of fate, paid a heavy price. Now she is probably at the end of her strength and cannot withstand another heavy consumption.
Although the most mysterious eldest sister Morgause is still alive, it is said that she has not recovered from the injuries she sustained after giving birth to two [divine fetuses] in the Ulster region due to the backstabbing of the Tuatha de Danann.
More importantly, the third child, Vivian, who is one of the [Divine Fetuses], was still imprisoned by him in the illusion of Albion's Tomb.
In other words, the Celtic trio of fate is incomplete.
On the contrary, the Nordic side not only has a strong military force, but the three goddesses of Norn still have some strength left.
With such a huge advantage, Loen really couldn't imagine how the Nordic army could lose, and what trump card his student Morgan could come up with to turn the tables.
Could it be that I am really worrying too much?
Or, is your judgment clouded by emotions?
Loen looked at the thick fog and dense forests vaguely visible on the distant land and muttered to himself,
But for some reason, an inexplicable sense of uneasiness always lingered in his heart.
"Speed up! Catch up with Asa and Warner's vanguard as soon as possible. Don't fall too far behind them!"
Out of instinct, Loen gave the order decisively.
The three tribes of dwarves, elves, and humans, as well as some mountain giants and frost giants brought by Skadi, immediately got into the cabin, provided magic power for their warships, and quickened their journey.
The Viking fleet, with runes flashing, braved the wind and waves and headed straight for the final decisive battle.
(End of this chapter)
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