Chapter 587 Teacher, Love Me Again
The clouds and fog dispersed, and the nine-layered starry sky above the fairy city collapsed into the original chaos. Eighty-four star rings that matched the ancient astrological system of the British Isles emerged from it, like a crown that fell from the sky and was placed on the head of an eternal king.
The goddess, surrounded by thirteen gun-shaped light bands, raised her left hand slightly, and a golden holy sword falling from the sky was sucked into her palm.
The blade is a silver-white crystal of the smelted star emblem, and each groove of the sword edge is precipitated with dragon blood amber from the British veins. In the center of the sword spine are several diamond-shaped blue crystals that symbolize the power of the ocean and life, arranged in the shape of the Corona Borealis. When the holy sword barrier is activated, these crystals will spew out spiral streams of light, interweaving into the phantom of the spine of the Albion Dragon.
When the thorn crown made of rainbow thorns is wrapped around the sword guard and pierces the earth, the thorns will grow translucent Celtic chain mail, welding the sword and the ground rock into a community of destiny. A line of golden laws engraved with unique divine patterns will automatically float on the surface of the sword.
——"Whoever holds this sword will be the king of all Britain"!
Seemingly satisfied with the divine weapon that she had unexpectedly obtained, the goddess, who was wrapped in thirteen spear-shaped light bands, used her long hair to weave into leather of oath and inserted the holy sword into her waist.
At the same time, the divine aura from the earth in her body became stronger, and the veins of the entire Britain resonated and vibrated with it.
Loen turned his head and looked at the Vanir gods lying in a mess in the smoke and dust in the distance, as well as the god king Njord whose life and death were unknown, his eyes full of resentment.
Faced with this situation, he now finally knew the famous sword in the stone in the hands of the future King Arthur.
——That is, how did the golden sword of victory "Caliburn" come about?
——And why the Tuatha de Danann, as outsiders, were able to replace the original Celtic natives and become the representatives of the entire Celtic Age of Gods, shouldering the responsibility of continuing the destiny of the world and inheriting the Celtic mysteries.
This was because this sword of victory, which originally belonged to the Vanir, was clearly a key to controlling the Celtic Age of Gods, and had a similar function to the Holy Dragon Albion.
Having subdued the fairy knight born from the remains of the holy dragon and mastered the golden holy sword that controls the earth veins, it is no wonder that the future King Arthur could, in the name of a mortal monarch, clear out all the demons and monsters in the Celtic Age of Gods, unify the whole of Britain, and become the last hope for continuing the mysterious light of the Celtics on this land.
Therefore, this also completely cut off the Vanir gods' delusion of counterattacking their homeland and regaining the Celtic God Age.
Of course, those things that have not happened in the future are not important. The most important thing right now is how to safely get through the current crisis.
The three goddesses, Lorne and Norn, raised their heads and looked towards the sky, where the Celtic goddess of origin, Danu, once again grasped the holy spear, and suddenly their scalps felt tingling.
"Uncover its inner and outer qualities, reconstruct its true nature - glory, so far!"
Along with the cold chanting, the spirituality of the earth veins and the light of the stars were awakened again, and through the guidance of the phantoms of thirteen holy spears, they were re-infused into the hands of the goddess Danu, or the new King Arthur.
The next moment, a dazzling golden spiral light shot out, and the Nordic army outside the misty forest was completely enveloped in this indestructible torrent of light.
Looking at the scattered and unable Warner and Aesir gods in the distance, Loen knew that he had no way to retreat. He could only bite the bullet and summon the flaming sword from the magic array, and use all his power to activate his own divine power, gritting his teeth and shouting:
"Dusk has come, and all things are destroyed - Levadin!"
The moment the flaming sword fell, dusk-colored flames condensed into nine-headed flaming dragons, and the space melted like wax wherever the dragon's wings swept past. The destructive power contained in it manifested as a boiling lava waterfall, which directly collided with the thirteen star rings shot out by the Holy Spear Rongomyniad.
In just a moment, the inscription on the tip of the holy spear turned into a stream of pure white light, tearing through the curtain of flames and piercing the core of the flame stream - that light was not simply the radiance of divinity, but based on [world] and [destiny], it transformed its own divinity and magic factors into the conceptual weapon of "Blade of Judgment", and each beam of light ran through the longitude and latitude of the star anchor point.
Obviously, there is an insurmountable gap between the [God King] born from the world and the [Origin] that gave birth to the world.
Just as the light was about to extinguish the magic fire, an ancient and solemn song echoed behind Lorne:
"Born of ice and fire, glorified by flame and light: after dusk, new buds will sprout - my god, arise!"
At this critical moment, the three goddesses of Norn no longer concealed their existence and infused the destiny of the Nordic God Age into the only hope ahead.
——The frost spinning thread hanging from Urd's fingertips was stained with the black spring of memory at the root of the world tree. The debris splashed when the silver shuttle pierced the embryo of the star condensed into a bronze causal loop on her skirt. The burning branches in Belldandy's hands reflected the dewdrops on the world tree at dusk. Each red warp thread bound the breathing frequency of all things in Northern Europe. The umbilical cord blood born from the opening and closing of the golden scissors crystallized into a prophecy in the void. Shikoti stood at the end of the three-bend branch magic circle, dismantling the weft of lightning with her bare hands. The baby's tooth marks and the palm prints of the dead suspended at the end of her long hair were condensing into a final sword announcing the arrival of death as she chanted.
At the same time, chords like accompaniment sounded around the three goddesses of Norn:
“The spear is the string, the shield is the talisman;
Our feathered helmets reflect the light of millions of dying souls;
All the heroic spirits who have not gone to Valhalla have become rainbow bridges here! "
Tens of thousands of Valkyries dressed in swan feathers, holding divine iron shields and light-shaped spears, turned into streams of light and rose from the ground and the sea, like twinkling stars, lighting up the world behind the three goddesses of Norn.
The ten captains of the Valkyries, including "Queen" Brunhilde, "Trembler" and "Roarer" Horest, "Stronger" Slud, "Shield Breaker" Landigress, "Gun Charger" Hilde, "Sword Hour" Ortlinde, "Holy Relic" Regisref, "Magic Power Holder" Gendal, "Military Guardian" Alvette and "Weapon Collector" Heroku, gave up their own existences, formed blazing white wings, and protected Lorne on both sides.
More than a dozen kinds of divine protection related to the military and battlefield were integrated into the body of the Lord of the Atrium and transformed into an undefeated blessing.
—Those who are conquered will suffer disaster;
——Those who fight to the death to resist humiliation will be honored;
——Those who were afraid of the rout all put on their armor and weapons:
——Bring down divine punishment on the enemy and glorify our king!
This is the true mission of the Valkyrie Legion when it was first established, and their true role on the battlefield.
Under heavy protection, Loen was equipped with ten pairs of blazing white wings and stepped on the three-bend rune formation. He generated new strength from the old strength, and the flaming magic sword in his hand rekindled the world-destroying magic fire and swung forward again.
The burning blade roared and set off the vortex of the final dusk, while the tip of the Holy Lance wove a web of light covering the horizon. When the Holy Lance, which was entangled with the law of cause and effect, collided with the Demon Sword carrying the Ragnarok, the Albion spirit veins wailed in the impact, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the continental shelf. Two future scenes appeared in the void at the same time: on one side, the charred sun was hanging on the burned world tree, and on the other side, the pure white throne was eternally solidified after the Holy Lance nailed the timeline.
"puff!"
The projection of the World Tree shattered, and the three goddesses of Lorne, Norn, and the ten disintegrated Valkyries all vomited out a mouthful of golden blood.
"Bang!"
The pure white throne collapsed, the goddess of origin Danu fell from the sky, and the thirteen spear-shaped light bands surrounding the outside of the fairy capital collapsed.
The outcome is obvious, the two sides are evenly matched and both suffer losses.
But that’s enough!
Feeling that the power that was dividing and imprisoning the world around him had ceased to exist with the collapse of the thirteen holy spear light bands, Loen raised his hand to wipe the golden blood from the corner of his mouth and no longer hesitated:
"Everyone, withdraw!"
The Norse gods present reacted, without even celebrating their survival, and quickly carried up their companions who were not yet dead, and turned into streams of light and rushed into the Viking fleet ships stationed on the Irish Sea.
When the last person left, Loen could no longer hold on, his eyes went dark and he was about to fall to the ground.
The three Norn goddesses behind him stretched out their arms at the same time, lifted up the God-King of Midgard who saved Northern Europe, and then evacuated quickly under the cover of ten Valkyrie captains and the entire Valkyrie Legion.
After watching the foreign enemies leave the scene, Danu, the goddess of origin in the Fairy Palace, couldn't help but tremble, and her crystal white skin was covered with countless spider-web-like cracks.
“Crack~!”
The next moment, the golden figure broke into pieces like broken crystal, turning into flickering stardust and falling to the ground.
At the same time, in the wonderland Avalon.
Morgause, Morgan, and the remaining Tuatha de Danaan all vomited golden blood, their faces turning pale.
The crystal coffin at the bottom of the lake had cracks visible to the naked eye, just like a flawless piece of porcelain that had suffered an unfortunate defect.
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At night, on the Irish Sea, in the Viking fleet.
Lorne nibbled on the youth apple, a specialty of the Nordic world tree, while healing the wounds in his body, and looked at the three Norn goddesses in front of him:
"What about them? How are they?"
"Njord was the most seriously injured. Although he did not die directly, he only had a core of consciousness left in his body. He had to enter a dormant state to heal himself. He entrusted the affairs of the Vanir to Freya, the goddess of love. Odin was better off. He had a group of Æsir gods to share the pressure with him. He was only seriously injured. But in order to withstand that blow, the Æsir gods in Asgard will have to lie down for a while."
Shikoti, who was outspoken, stepped forward to answer, her tone full of dissatisfaction with the two God Kings.
"These two self-righteous fools were warned, but they insisted on advancing alone and were caught off guard by the trump card of the Tuatha de Danann. If they had been more cautious, well prepared, and joined us, they might have had a chance. But now, not only did they not gain any benefits from the Celtic expedition, but they even have a problem returning to Northern Europe!"
As Njord fell into hibernation, the magic circle of Albion's Tomb needed to be presided over by someone else. It became a bit troublesome for the Nordic army to return to their homeland, and it would take a lot of time.
What's worse is that if the Mother of Origin of the Tuatha de Danann attacked during this period, the trapped Nordic army might be able to start their feast.
Even if they managed to escape back to Northern Europe, this battle had greatly consumed the original destiny of the Norse Gods, and with Njord in his sleep, Odin and the Aesir were seriously injured. If the Nine Realms changed at this moment, I'm afraid no one would be able to prevent the arrival of Ragnarok.
As she spoke, Shikoti couldn't help but spit a few times to express her dissatisfaction with Odin and Njord.
However, Loen heard a surprising message:
"You just said that if Njord and Odin join forces with us to fight against the Celtic goddess of origin, they might win?"
"At least 50 percent sure."
Urd stepped forward to answer, and then added,
"Even if we can't win, we won't be defeated so thoroughly and become so passive."
Luo En was a little surprised when he heard this:
"Three God Kings plus your protection can deal with a God of Origin?"
"Of course not!"
Shi Koti shook her head and explained unhappily,
"The one in the Misty Forest can only be considered half a person at best, and she seems to be extremely unstable. Otherwise, how would we have a chance to catch our breath? She can kill us all with one shot."
After listening to this, Lorne nodded thoughtfully.
Indeed, even if the goddess Tutankhamun could complete her reincarnation through the secret techniques of the Tutankhamun, as a god of origin, it would be impossible for her to be fully conceived in the Celtic Age of Gods, which was entering its twilight years.
Because this does not conform to the law of magic circulation and the law of spiritual conservation.
And it is precisely because of these numerous restrictions that the three Morgan sisters played this trump card at the critical moment of the survival of the Tuatha de Danann.
And they probably paid a heavy price for it.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Tuatha de Danann to not even send out pursuers and just watch them evacuate safely.
But then again, a half-finished God of Origin almost destroyed the entire Norse Age of Gods. If it was a complete God of Origin, how outrageously powerful would he be?
He now probably understood why the three goddesses of Norn were always so secretive about that "father".
When Loen thought of this, he felt a headache.
After pondering for a moment, he asked the three goddesses of Norn with a twinkling gaze:
"If we go back now, based on our previous performance on the Celtic battlefield, what are our chances of winning against [that person]?"
"The scenery here is nice. I can choose a cemetery for you and pick one for myself as well."
Shikoti crossed her arms and answered unhappily.
Although Urd and Belldandi behind him did not speak, the fear in their eyes said it all.
Compared to the half-finished god of origin of the Celtic Age of Gods, they were more afraid of the Nordic lord of time - Orlaug.
After a moment, Belldandy, who was delicate and sensitive, was the first to sigh:
"If we hadn't attacked the Celts before, we might have had a chance. Even if we couldn't succeed, we could have preserved more of the Nordic fire as you said. But now after this defeat, the destiny of the entire Nordic Age of Gods has been greatly consumed, and our own divinity and power have been severely weakened. We can no longer suppress the calamity power bred by the Nordic itself, let alone shake the will of the Father God and rewrite the ending of [Ragnarok] in the Great Music."
Urd on the side stepped forward and took the initiative to take responsibility:
"It's also my fault. If I hadn't decided to take this path, things might not have gotten so out of control. We would at least have more time to prepare."
"There are pursuers behind us and tigers in front of us. So, we can only sit and wait for death?"
Shikoti rubbed her head, her face revealing deep depression and unwillingness.
As the goddess who controls the future, she doesn't want to see the fate she has written filled with only a line of scorching fire and a page full of desolation.
Luo En pondered for a moment, then said solemnly:
"Send a message to the Valkyrie Legion, have them lead the fleet to turn around!"
"What else are you going to do?"
"Let's go back. I want to meet the Celtic goddess of origin again!"
"That's right. We have to fight someone anyway, so we have to pick the softest target. So naturally we'll choose the one that's easiest to attack."
Shikoti nodded, put on a desperate attitude, and rushed out of the cabin with her two sisters.
After watching the three goddesses of Norn leave, Loen stood up from the bed and looked towards the misty forest near the sea with his eyes flickering faintly.
There is a tiger in front and a wolf behind. Apart from fighting the tiger and killing the wolf, there may be a third way.
So, it's time to meet his good student again.
Amid the silent murmur, the figure in front of the window turned into stardust-like light dust, floating towards the misty forest under the night.
(End of this chapter)
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