Chapter 635: Ti's mother was assassinated, and the whole place was blocked!
Celtic Age of Gods.
The British people living in this land seemed to have had a long dream.
In the dream, their country fell into chaos and division. A white dragon named "Vortigern" caused disasters. A foreign race calling themselves "Saxons" invaded from overseas. The corrupted goblins fell into madness. The bloodthirsty undead returned from hell...
People were like walking corpses, animals were like tigers and wolves, and all living things were wiped out.
Kill men, slaughter women, murder wives, and torture children.
Dogs were humiliated and killed, cattle and horses were killed with swords, fine horses were slaughtered, and lambs were killed with knives.
The earth's veins are clogged with countless corpses and boundless death, staring blankly at the dark iron curtain sky.
Existence is not allowed, life is not allowed, singing is not allowed.
Death and slaughter are the only things allowed to exist.
The whole world is sliding step by step into the abyss of death.
But everything finally took a turn for the better.
Altria Pendragon, King Arthur, was dubbed the "Red Dragon".
Stand in front of the [Stone of Destiny] and draw the [Sword of Selection].
He unified the warring princes on the island and protected Britain from foreign invasion.
He built the chalk city of Camelot and reconciled the differences between the old gods, goblins, and humans.
Trusted by any life, loved by any life.
More upright than any other life, more shining than any other life.
Finally, she, the 12 Knights of the Round Table, and many cavalry teams went through twelve dynastic wars, wiped out all disasters on earth, rebuilt the glory of Britain, and brought new life to the broken world.
...really, really, very good.
Facing the rising sun as usual, the British walked out of their homes.
In the bright morning light, an ideal city built of chalk stood on the horizon, emitting a holy light;
The heavy stone gate opened, and the Knights of the Round Table, who were blessed by divine power, led the fully armed and upright knights out of the city, and flowed in all directions to fulfill the righteous deeds in their respective oaths;
On the towering tower at the end of the city, the pure white knight king, with a sword on his waist and a gun in his hand, climbed to the top of the tower facing the rising sun, observing and protecting his [kingdom] and [people] like a lion, bringing an unparalleled sense of security...
——It turns out it wasn’t a dream.
——This is our country, our knights, and our king.
People patted their confused heads, refreshed certain cognitions that had been quietly affected or changed, walked out of their homes with joy, and continued their more harmonious and stable lives.
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Several months later, in the Misty Forest, in the Fairy Palace.
Scathach sat in the conference room, looking at the empty documents on her desk, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The [ritual] has ended, and the [prophecy] has been fulfilled:
The newborn "King" returned from the "Utopia" with her knights, stepped onto the earth, rebuilt order, and guided and protected the Celtic people forever.
Although the process and results did not completely meet expectations, it was a good thing that Britain eliminated all potential hidden dangers and had its own goddess of origin.
As for whether the goddess of origin is more like a human or more like a god, Scathach doesn't care.
The only thing that she was not very satisfied with was that due to the massive war between the two goddesses, the [Inner Sea of the Stars] that served as a trial ground completely collapsed, and the Celtic [Inner World] and [Surface World] began to fully merge.
The large and small fairylands affiliated with the [Inner World], such as [Land of Shadows], [Utopia], [Tomb of Albion], and [Forest of Mist], also began to float up and gradually connect with the [Surface World].
Although the Holy Spear Rongomyniad in the hands of the Knight King has the power to reset the world surface, it cannot completely eliminate the impact of the fusion of [Fairyland] and [Mortal World].
The most direct consequence is that security incidents caused by ghost tombs, goblins, monsters, old gods and other factors have increased sharply month by month across Britain.
In order to stabilize the situation and eliminate the influence, she, as the acting archon of the fairies and the undead, has worked very hard.
However, after so much trouble, things have finally come to an end. I can put down the little work that is left and take a break.
Scathach stretched and was about to stand up from behind her desk, but she saw three fairy knights, Melusein, Bavanshi and Bagster, leading a tall figure into the hall.
The person who came was none other than the Knight King who surpassed the gods with her mortal body in that trial—Altria Pendragon.
Of course, she can also be called the new goddess Danu.
As the queen who founded the holy city of Camelot and the Knights of the Round Table, both the humans of Britain and the old gods of Tuatha de Danu who were reincarnated from Sky Island gathered under her banner and obeyed her orders.
Faced with the powerful combination of the two and the new Goddess of Origin Danu, the [Fairy Clan] in the Misty Forest and the [Dead Clan] in the Kingdom of Shadows are obviously not enough. From now on, they can only behave themselves and abide by the new order.
But it's really ironic when you think about it.
During the war between the Norse and Celtic gods, the [Fairy Clan] led by the Lake Fairy colluded with a certain guy in order to awaken the Great Mother Goddess, and trapped the elite of the [God Clan] and [Human Clan], such as the [Four Thrones of Sky Island], [Fianna Warriors], and [Red Branch Knights], into the Inner Sea of the Star, and became consumables for the revival of the Goddess.
As a result, it was time for this trial.
However, someone stood on the side of the [human race] and the [god race], and together with the new goddess Danu, he dealt with the [fairy race] headed by the lake fairy and the [undead race] headed by the humble king Vortigern.
It's really a changing world.
Scathach shook her head with emotion, stood up and walked towards the figure in the hall:
"Your Majesty, you are not in Camelot. What are you doing in the Misty Forest?"
"The situation outside has stabilized. I have nothing to do, so I came to visit my three sisters and talk about the future of Celtic."
Altria answered casually.
As she fused the aloof divinity of the goddess Danu, her expression revealed some majesty and indifference, but her tone was very familiar.
The fusion of the [surface world] and the [inner world] involves all aspects of the Celtic Age of Gods. The situation was stabilized in just a few months. In addition to the credit of the Knights of the Round Table, the cooperation of the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows was also indispensable.
After this period of adjustment, Artoria and Scathach get along pretty well, and can barely be considered friends who can talk to each other.
But at this moment, hearing the purpose of Artoria's visit, Scathach looked embarrassed:
"I'm afraid it's not convenient for them now."
"What's wrong?"
"I am discussing some more in-depth topics with your teacher."
"Teacher is here too? That's great, we can sit down and talk together."
Artoria's frown relaxed, and without waiting for Scathach to stop her, she waved the holy spear in her hand, opened the space gate leading to the Island of Avalon, and stepped straight in.
Watching the figure disappear in the mist, Scathach came to her senses, felt a headache, and hurriedly chased after it.
But it was still too late.
Sometimes high-pitched, sometimes gentle voices came from the island in the center of the lake. Four familiar figures entangled together, performing the primitive and barbaric impulse of life.
Altria stood on the water, her cheeks slightly flushed.
At this moment, she finally understood what the so-called "in-depth communication" meant.
At the same time, Loen also discovered the two visitors on the lake. He quickly ended the battle with a sprint and walked over with a relaxed look.
Altria glanced at the three sisters who could no longer rise on the island, bit her lip, and asked:
"How long have you been like this?"
"A few months, it's not easy to drag it out for so long."
Bah, you bastards!
Altria spat subconsciously at first, but when she heard the second half of the sentence, she immediately thought of something else.
It seemed that during the process of resetting the Celtic Age of Gods, her three sisters, who were at odds with her, never showed up or interfered.
On the contrary, Scathach, the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows who had originally stayed out of the matter, became the temporary power representative of the fairies and the undead, and worked with her to promote the changes in the Celtic Age of Gods.
So, she was able to complete the divine integration so smoothly, all because of the sacrifice of her teacher?
For a moment, Altria's heart was filled with guilt and bitterness.
Teacher, thank you for your hard work...
After all, Loen's skin was not thick enough, and he could not stand the mixed gaze of his beloved disciple.
He coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject:
"It seems that the reshaping of Celtic has been completed?"
"Yes." Artoria nodded, but then said with difficulty, "However, the divinity left by Danu is too huge. Because of the forced fusion with it, my humanity has been seriously diluted. My emotions seem to have gradually become a little weak, and my reactions to joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness have also become much slower. In the long run, I am worried that I will become less and less like myself."
"That's a problem."
Luo En frowned slightly and looked at his beloved disciple with some heartache.
In order to ascend to the throne of God and practice the [Kingly Way], this student of his had made a great sacrifice.
"It's not like there's no solution. Can't we just make up for the lack of humanity?" came a grinning voice.
Vivian sat up from the ground and stretched her waist comfortably.
Luo En's heart moved, and he subconsciously asked:
"How do I make up for it?"
"The reaction to joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness becomes dull. To put it bluntly, it is because of the lack of strong sensory stimulation. So, why not do more of the things you love?"
Vivian replied with a smile.
Luo En looked at the vague teasing on that face and couldn't help but feel suspicious:
"You're not lying to me, are you?"
"How is that possible! I am a nightmare demon. I feed on the emotions of living beings. I am very skilled in making them [rich] and [delicious]!"
Vivian seemed a little indignant because her professionalism was questioned.
When Luo En saw this, most of his doubts were immediately dispelled.
That's right.
As a nightmare demon, stirring up emotions and playing with human nature are what she is best at.
Moreover, some of the views in the literature coincide with Vivian's.
——Food and sex are human nature and the greatest desires.
——Human desires and human heart are the way of heaven.
Perhaps, this method can indeed enrich Altria's diluted humanity again.
But it feels a little weird to do this with a purpose.
Moreover, we have just dealt with the last three...
Luo En coughed dryly, his eyes flickering:
"Well, it may not work. How about we think of another way?"
"You won't know if it works until you try it."
Altria spoke solemnly, looking at her teacher with a look of inexplicable heat and... a kind of feline aggression.
Luo En's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
However, a certain traitor came up to him without anyone noticing and firmly grasped one side of Lorne's shoulder as if he were catching a thief:
"Mother Goddess, I'll hold down the left side for you! For the sake of self-integrity and the new Celtic order, this is a necessary sacrifice. Come on!"
Vivian, you traitor!
Loen glared hatefully at a lake fairy who had turned against him again. He wanted to pull back his left arm to teach this traitor a lesson.
But before he could take action, his right shoulder sank again, and a shadow like a chain bound the other half of his body.
“I think this is a good idea too.”
Scathach agreed seriously, seemingly also considering the overall situation.
But there was an indelible hint of mockery and malice in those purple eyes.
She still has not forgotten the days when she was reduced to a prisoner and a toy in Northern Europe.
This opportunity is rare, and it's time to let the other side experience the feeling of being humiliated and toyed with.
At this moment, seeing that the Celtic gods were so supportive of her decision, the newly appointed Goddess of Origin dispelled her last bit of hesitation, and charged forward with the lofty belief of sacrificing for the overall situation.
Goo, kill me.
The victim screamed in pain as he was pinned down and violently raped by a group of lionesses who had taken control of the situation.
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A few months later, Knight King Artoria walked out of Avalon, chatting and laughing with Scathach and three lake fairies.
The indifference that once belonged to God has almost disappeared.
The victim, holding his waist, escaped from the place of execution as if escaping for his life, and came to the Irish Sea, breathing in the free sea breeze and air greedily and happily.
“Crash~!”
Suddenly, a crisp sound of water was heard.
Before Loen could react, a deep-sea monster jumped out of the water and knocked him down.
It has hard scales, sharp teeth, and spikes under its belly. It looks like a snake or a fish, which is scary, but it also expresses some kind of intimate affection towards Lorne like a child.
"Leviathan? It's you."
Loen breathed a sigh of relief and just raised his hand to pat the creature's head, but he saw it suddenly open its mouth and vomit out a round object.
To be exact, a person.
She curled up and wrapped herself in a red and black follicle.
She was wearing a bone armor that was interwoven with purple and blue, and a gown that looked like a tulle. From her shoulders, there were dragon horns that branched out like giant trees, and were wrapped with golden lines like star rings. Her long hair, which was in gradient colors, was like a sea of stars and fell to her toes like liquid stars, with rainbow crystals floating at the end.
Her face has both maternal tenderness and inorganic emptiness, and her beautiful eyes are tightly closed. Ten wings of light spread out from behind her cut through the space, and each wing is composed of tens of thousands of magic eye matrices, flowing with a torrent of runes. The indigo light patterns all over her body flicker with her breathing, like the pulse of the universe, demonstrating the power of creation that breeds all things, and also undercurrents of the final pressure that devours civilization.
--origin!
Sensing the powerful aura remaining in the woman's body, Loen's face changed and he took a defensive stance.
As if this reaction had aroused the vigilance instinct, the red and black follicle suddenly burst.
The woman suddenly opened her eyes and stood up from the pouring black mud, with dark cross stars flashing in her red eyes.
However, as soon as she stood firm, the aura belonging to the God of Origin seemed to be affected by something, suddenly became disordered, and then rapidly declined.
"puff!"
The woman vomited a mouthful of golden blood and fell on her back, exposing her snow-white and soft belly.
There, a scar from a giant axe almost cut her body in half, and the golden blood belonging to the gods kept flowing out of the wound.
Seeing that the woman's breath was getting weaker and weaker, Loen hesitated for a moment, took out the Holy Grail from the magic array, and poured the healing liquid on the other's wound, temporarily stabilizing the other's injury.
After an unknown amount of time, the woman slowly opened her eyes and looked around in confusion:
"Where is this place?"
"Tell me your name first."
Loen asked back with a stern face, while preparing to fight back.
Fortunately, the woman seemed to feel that the surrounding environment was relatively safe. She breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it carefully, and said in confusion:
"Name, name, it seems to be... Tiamat..."
Hearing the answer, Lorne's eyelids twitched violently.
(End of this chapter)
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