Chapter 634: Goo, Kill Me (End of Celtic Chapter)
The Tower of End.
The pure white tower body collapsed like half of butter cut by a giant blade, and the interior was directly facing the wind and sand from the outside.
Snap...
Amidst the tiny sounds, the stars in the sky dimmed, and the starlight peeled off from the dome bit by bit.
As the stars flickered, the arrogant figure on the throne was torn and stretched, becoming blurred.
Finally, the goddess on the top of the tower jumped out of the preset instructions like a machine whose program was broken by external forces. She slowly stood up and walked down the stairs step by step. Her golden green eyes looked down at the other "self" and spoke in confusion;
“Everything is under my control, and the world is about to be reborn.
I have bestowed [grace] upon you and promised to lead you into [eternity].
Why refuse? Why resist? "
"Grace? That's ridiculous!"
Altria looked back at the collapsing world outside the tower and the two intertwined and raging divine powers. She couldn't help but tighten the hilt of the sword in her hand and said sarcastically,
"You tear up the sky, gouge through the earth, slaughter lives, deprive all things of their will, turn the country into your pasture, and turn the people into your firewood. Is this your grace? You are unworthy of being a god, and even more unworthy of being a monarch!"
"Destruction is rebirth. Only after destruction can we stand up again. What we see now is just a false prosperity. Whether it is the British civilization or the Celtic people, they will be reborn in the truth as this falsehood burns out. Then, I will lead them into eternity."
The goddess wearing a crown spoke calmly, and her emotions remained unchanged in the face of ridicule.
"But you are the only one walking this path!" Artoria snorted disdainfully, "How can a [God] be sacred without [man]? What is the meaning of a [king] losing [people]? If your so-called [divine cause] and [eternity] require you to abuse all things and oppress the weak to achieve them, then it can only be classified as [evil ways], not [divinity]!"
“I can’t understand it, I can’t agree with it…”
Goddess Danu shook her head and said frankly,
"The so-called divine way is to use the strong to suppress the weak. Therefore, I need to take everything under my control so that I can forge ahead."
Those golden eyes were indifferent yet clear, reflecting another kind of reality.
What she follows are the laws of nature and what she practices are the privileges of a hegemon.
"Sure enough, I can't accept your existence!"
Altria straightened her tender back, raised her head with disgust, and stood opposite the Goddess of Origin.
What she upholds is compassion as a human being, and what she practices is the benevolence of a king.
The two figures on the black and white chessboard tiles have identical faces but completely opposite temperaments.
Loneliness and helping the world;
cruelty and compassion;
Gods of heaven and gods of men;
The kingly way and the hegemonic way!
It's like two mirrors across time and space, each walking on two opposite paths with different philosophies.
No looking back!
The eyes of the Goddess of Origin moved slightly, and she seemed to understand everything from the stubborn and obstinate look on the opposite side.
"In that case, my half, I will use your so-called determination to prove who is right and who is wrong. As a sign of respect, I will show you my divine work: peeling off the surface of the world, and the cruelty and truth buried underneath."
The cold declaration echoed above the ruined tower.
The golden-green flames in the eyes of the goddess Danu danced violently, and her fingers and palms grasped forward, gathering together a brilliant stream of divine light.
The tall tower standing at the feet of the two began to disintegrate and collapse. Bands of light containing dense spells wrapped up the last bit of power supporting the world order, gathered in the five slender fingers, and condensed into the prototype of the holy spear.
"The Tower of the End, the End of Time, it is the storm anchor that tears the sky apart and connects the earth, it is the wedge of light standing at the end of the world - Holy Lance, pull up the anchor!"
Boom!
Along with the goddess' solemn chanting, the sky was filled with thunder, and the howling wind rolled up the low-hanging dark clouds, raising a sharp air flow that poured into the glaring gap on the top of the tower.
Above the floating rubble, Altria's thin clothes were rustling in the wind.
What lies before her is a force that is powerful enough to overthrow the world.
Before the attack was launched, Artoria, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, turned pale. Her frail body was weighed down by the vast divine will and she couldn't breathe. The divine barrier that was barely held up around her was on the verge of breaking. She herself was like a small boat tossed by the wind and waves in the vast ocean, in danger of capsizing at any time.
Although, it has two sides.
But how can the human side, which is so fragile, fight against the gods who have stepped into the origin?
Just as Artoria was about to suffocate, the scabbard in her left hand began to vibrate with excitement, and a memory from a few days ago surged in her mind:
"Altria, which one do you prefer, the blade or the scabbard?"
"The sword, because it is extremely sharp!"
"Have you forgotten the reason why you fought? It was so that you would not have to draw the sword again and no one would bleed again. Therefore, the value of this scabbard is several times that of the sword, because it can bring true peace. Keep it well and carry it with you. Whoever wears the scabbard of the King's Sword will never shed blood!"
At the same time, an obscure and mysterious divine word flooded into Altria's mind, giving her an epiphany.
"The hour of dusk has arrived. Defense against the end and rectification - begin!"
"Its name is - [Utopia], its name is - [Avalon]!"
Along with the solemn murmur, time and space seemed to stand still, and thousands of fairy words emerged from the scabbard in Altria's hand, transforming into streams of gold and blue interweaving light, stabilizing the world around her that was about to collapse and rebuilding a stable order.
Looking at the light barrier in front of her that blocked all attacks, Goddess Danu couldn't help but frown.
She raised her hand slightly, and her voice became a little colder and more solemn:
"Thirteen constraints, liberated!"
Along with the command of the divine word, the twelve holy spear light pillars originally distributed at the twelve earth vein nodes in Britain suddenly shattered, transformed into a vast golden light stream, returned to the hands of the goddess Danu, and merged into one with the thirteenth main body.
All [Domination] has been lifted, and all [Order] has completely collapsed.
Facing the final light in the hands of the goddess Danu, time, space, laws, both tangible and intangible things, were turned to dust.
Its power and ability are unstoppable!
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The defensive barrier built by the scabbard [Avalon] in front of Altria was cracked inch by inch, and the fairy words on it were annihilated in pieces.
The destructive aura penetrated the cracks and reached the interior of the barrier, causing Altori's limbs to stiffen.
Not only could he not resist, he couldn't even breathe.
All you can do is open your eyes wide and wait in vain for the end of your own destiny.
Teacher, I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations...
She is too strong, so strong that I can't defeat her even if I try my best.
I'm afraid I can't protect Britain, let alone you...
Altria's pearly teeth cut and rubbed bloody marks on her cherry lips. Her frail body was crumbling in the brewing divine storm, and she could only hold on with her last bit of will.
But the stubbornness in people's hearts eventually dissipated bit by bit under the erosion of the divine power.
Is it impossible?
No, there is still a chance!
Countless cries rang out in her mind:
"My king will win!"
"My king will win!!"
"My king will win!!!"
There were old men, children, warriors, and women.
The voice of one person is the voice of thousands of people.
Star-like golden lights condense from people's hearts and flow into the sky like the holes at the mouth of a cup.
A rich aroma of wine wafted from it, and golden divine liquid poured down.
Bathing in it, Artoria swept away all the fatigue of her body and mind, and felt an unprecedented divine power surging in her body.
When she looked back, she was shocked to see that her eight members of the Round Table had led their upright knights to defeat the fairy army head-on and pushed the light band of the Holy Grail to an area less than thirty miles away from the fairy city.
She’s not alone against the world.
Behind him are his territory, his land, his country and his people.
And this body is the great wish of saving the world that everyone is devoted to!
Not lost!
I haven't lost yet!
I promised them that I would bring victory to this land!
The spirit of the Knight King in the center of the storm was lifted, and the dim holy sword in his hand rang with excitement. With this indomitable spirit and tenacity, he announced the answer and choice of the human heart to the gods high above.
Countless stardust-like light spots seemed to be called by some unknown being, escaping from animals, plants, mountains, rivers, the earth, and the ocean, and converging on the holy sword in Altria's hand like thousands of light-like rivers, forming a golden light belt that penetrated the sky and earth, tearing through the storm, rushing straight into the sky, and reflecting the ancient stars:
"Life flows, breath of stars - Ex-calibur!"
"Glorious, till here—Rhongo—myniad!"
At the same time, the goddess Danu fully unleashed the power of the holy spear and launched the final blow.
A spiral band of light woven by thirteen golden light streams rolled in from the chaotic sky. The space above and below collapsed and everything in the world collapsed and was annihilated.
boom!
Amid the violent roar, the chaos storm raged endlessly and the world turned pale.
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At the same time, in the center of Avalon Island Lake.
Looking at the battlefield scene synchronously projected on the water surface, Morgause's face was full of disbelief:
"How is this possible? How did the [Holy Sword] and [Holy Scabbard] end up in her hands?!"
"Of course someone gave it to me."
Lorne smiled in response, his eyes fixed on Vivian.
Of course, he had to thank his good student for giving him the [Holy Sword] and [Holy Scabbard] that the Lake Fairy and the six fairy clans had painstakingly crafted after the Excalibur was broken.
The three sisters have different views and positions on whether to resurrect the goddess Danu at all costs.
Compared to her two older sisters who focus on tradition and conservatism, Vivian cares more about change and fun.
Based on this, Loen successfully hooked up with his student and turned him over to the other side.
When Morgause learned the whole story, his face turned pale:
"Vivian, you actually betrayed the Mother Goddess!"
"Sister, when I was dying in Northern Europe, I didn't see you and the Mother Goddess come to rescue me."
Vivian reminded him unhappily, then smiled and winked.
"So, you dumped me once, and I dumped you once. That's fair, right?"
Upon hearing this, Mogaus was furious.
That time in Northern Europe, they failed to keep the appointment on time, which was indeed a disguised way of betraying their own sister.
If Loen had not held on to the end and not killed her, and had released Vivian on the eve of the fall of Northern Europe, they might have arranged a reincarnation ceremony for their sister.
After all, the Nordic countries and the Celts were at odds with each other at the time, and it was a miracle that Vivian, as a captive, could return to the Celts intact.
It's understandable that she feels resentful.
But even so, he should not betray the Mother Goddess and his own people.
Seeing the complexity and resentment in her elder sister's eyes, Vivian corrected her unhappily:
"Don't think I'm so superficial. I'm doing this for your own good. Sky Island no longer exists, the Four Thrones have fallen, and the Tuatha de Danann has long since become history. Nothing is truly eternal! If the Celts want to survive, they must learn to change, rather than stubbornly following a road that is doomed to fail!"
"How do you know this is a dead end?" Morgause retorted.
"You can't even control your own destiny, but you put your hopes on an empty shell without a soul. Don't you think it's ridiculous? If you are right, how could the Celtics become weaker and weaker and finally fall to this point?"
"That's because we haven't succeeded yet. As long as the Mother Goddess returns, perhaps everything will be fine." Morgan spoke up.
"Tsk, you guys are really stubborn."
Vivian shook her head, seeming a little annoyed.
Seeing that the argument between the three people had reached a deadlock, Lorne stepped forward with a smile.
"If you want to accept the loss, should you pay off your debt first?"
debt?
What debt?
Mogaos and Morgan looked at each other in surprise, and then they remembered that when Loen made a bet with them before, he seemed to have only told them the content of the bet, but did not say what the bet was.
"Pay it back! Of course I have to pay it back vigorously!"
Vivian on the side nodded repeatedly and showed an evil smile.
Just when Morgan and Morgause were confused, they saw two purple-red halos composed of ogham tree characters light up under their feet, turning into unique patterns imprinted on their lower abdomens, forming an indescribable sense of restraint.
——Geis!
Looking at the man and woman on both sides rubbing their hands and showing evil smiles, Morgause and Morgan finally came to their senses.
Damn it!
They are not the gamblers sitting at the table, but the bets placed on the table!
Vivian sold out both of her sisters! Sold them to the other side!
"You, what are you going to do?" Mogaus had a bad feeling in his heart and his voice trembled.
"It's time to pay your debts, both of you."
Loen stretched his limbs and stepped forward with a grim smile.
There is a saying: Women conquer the world by conquering men, and men conquer women by conquering the world.
Now that this world of the Age of Gods called Celtic has been conquered and the other side still refuses to admit defeat, then next he will begin the second round of conquest.
That is, fill all these unruly ones up hard!
"--evil!"
Lorne roared, sounding the horn for the attack.
Vivian excitedly shook her wand, reinforcing Geis's restraint.
Morgan on the side closed his eyes, his cheeks flushed, and his body limp, as if he had accepted his fate.
Morgause looked at the wolf that was rushing towards him and cried like a lamb:
Goo, kill me.
(End of this chapter)
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