Chapter 581: Fighting, so cool!
The next day, Ulster Royal City.
The bright sunlight shone through the window lattices into the dim hall, and the man and woman who had fought all night woke up from the mess.
Finn on the steps opened his eyes and looked out the window, muttering:
"It's daybreak?"
"It doesn't matter, just sleep a little longer."
Maeve yawned and tilted her head to a more comfortable position.
However, before she could lie down properly, Finn below her suddenly sat up as if he was equipped with a spring, and reminded her in a deep voice:
"Look outside, it's daybreak! The sun is out!"
"What's the big deal..."
Maeve was about to complain when she came to her senses after failing to catch the target.
Wait, that's not right!
Because of the strange fog created by those foreigners, Ulster was shrouded in haze all day long and had not seen the sun since the war began.
Could it be that...
Maeve quickly got up from the ground, opened her eyes and looked at the sky outside the window.
I saw a golden sun hanging high in the sky, and the thick fog that had lingered for a long time had thinned several times.
Surprise welled up in her heart, and Maeve couldn't help but say with joy:
"The fog has cleared! It seems our raid yesterday was not in vain!"
Finn nodded, the gloom in his heart was replaced by excitement, and he immediately said in a deep voice:
"This is a rare opportunity. Gather people immediately to launch a great sacrifice!"
As the thick fog outside the city began to dissipate, the predicament of Ulster Royal City being isolated from the world also changed. Now was the perfect opportunity to break through the blockade and call for external assistance.
Once the altar is built, the gods Tuatha de Dana from Sky Island will descend into the city. Then they can unite with the gods to kill these foreigners by surprise, turn defeat into victory, and avenge their previous humiliation.
Time was running out, so in order to prevent any unexpected changes, Finn immediately stood up and prepared to go out to summon the druids in the city.
"The only person in the city who is qualified to be the chief priest is Her Royal Highness the Princess. Are you sure you want to go see her now?"
Hearing the teasing voice behind him, Finn shuddered and stopped in his tracks.
High King Cormac is regarded in Celtic history today as the first entrepreneur, legislator and nation-builder, and during his reign he was the High King of all Ireland and the covenanter of the mortals and the Tuatha de Danann.
According to the agreement, the Tuatha de Danaan wanted to descend on this land in a complete form and exert all their power. As a direct descendant of the royal family, Granny was undoubtedly the most suitable high priest.
But Finn had just spent the night fooling around with Maeve, and there was a lot of bad evidence left. If he hurried to ask for an audience with the princess, there was no guarantee that he would be found to have found any clues.
Realizing this, Finn checked himself several times and after confirming that there were no suspicious traces, he hurriedly urged Maeve to get up and clean up the messy crime scene.
Just as I finished my work here, there was a knock on the door outside the hall:
"Your Excellency, Grand Commander, the thick fog outside the Royal City of Ulster seems to have thinned. The druids and I feel that this is an opportunity to launch a great sacrifice to ask for help from the gods. But whether it is feasible or not, it still needs your decision!"
The familiar female voice made Finn, who had just cleaned up the scene, break out in a cold sweat. He looked at Maeve, who was dressed neatly, behind him with lingering fear.
Fortunately, he reacted in time, otherwise Granny would have blocked the door and then exposed the matter, and he would have lost face.
After simply calming his mind, Finn opened the door.
Granny glanced at Maeve in the hall and said in surprise:
"You're here too?"
"Well, I also felt the changes outside, so I came here specially to inform the Grand Commander."
Maeve answered with a sweet smile, and Finn nodded quickly:
"Yes, we also think this is an opportunity, and we are preparing to go out and summon you and the druids to perform a great sacrifice immediately!"
"It seems we have the same idea."
Granny did not expose the improper relationship between the two, and went straight to the end.
"I don't know when the fog will get thicker again. Without further ado, I will lead the druids to the temple to set up the altar. I will also trouble you and your warriors to prepare the sacrifices. When everything is ready, the ceremony will be held in the square outside the temple!"
Finn naturally agreed to this and quickly said goodbye to Granny. He and Maeve went to the military camp to gather people and prepare for the great sacrifice.
In the evening, the twilight seeped into the Royal City of Ulster like the red blood of a deer through the mist.
Twelve black wooden stakes burned in the center of the stone circle in the temple square. Druids raised bone knives to cut the throats of rams. The copper plate was holding the fallen stars. The sticky blood and the red light of Sirius blended together, winding into the ancient Ogham tree script on the bluestone altar. Granny, wearing an elk horn mask, buried the acorns and broken sword in the fire pit. The bronze bells trembled with her waist, calling the ancient spirit sleeping in the quartz veins.
The Celtic warriors under the stone platform beat the ground with their spear handles, imitating the rhythm of winter thunder tearing through the clouds, and sang loudly:
"Silver flames burst forth from the dark sky,
The iron rain burned away the defeated dusk.
The symphony of silver and bone is burning the mist,
My God, wake up!
Morrigan's crow feathers cut through the mist,
Nuada's sword gives victory.
The waves of Manano bring healing,
Luger's spear pierced through the thousand-year-old frosty winter.
The Dagda's cauldron boils the fetal movements of the stars.
"The earth was split into pieces, the bones blossomed into flowers,
Thousands of nations are razed and tens of thousands of armies are terrified!
Gods from the sky, return to your throne amidst blades and honey! 」
After the three-section eulogy was over, the Celtic warriors and divine blood heroes gathered in the square cut their palms and let their blood drip into the magic circle at their feet.
At the same time, Granny, the main priest, quietly took out the curved purple dagger, cut her palm as well, and offered her own sacrifice.
In an instant, the sky above Ulster was filled with wind and clouds, the turbulent thunder tore through the sky, and four floating islands wrapped in countless light patterns descended from the void.
Silver light, blue sea vapor, and blazing white flames fell from three of the floating islands and transformed on the altar into three Danu gods wearing armor and holding sacred weapons, namely
——"First Throne" God of War Nuada;
——「Second Throne」Sea God Manano;
——「Third Throne」Sun God Luger!
This was a sacrifice of the highest standard, and naturally summoned the full power of the Tuatha de Danann in Ireland.
The light went out, and Nuada on the altar opened his eyes filled with starlight, frowned and asked:
"What do you want to call us for?"
"Grandfather, they are a group of aliens who came from nowhere!"
Finn, who was at the front of the team, was cheered up and immediately told his grandfather about the current situation.
After hearing this, Nuada looked at his grandson with dissatisfaction:
"They are just some barbarians from outside the territory. Why did you go to so much trouble to summon us here?"
"Not only that, I suspect there are gods like you behind them!"
Finn lifted up his long, somewhat dry and gray hair and added eagerly.
As they were talking, the originally thin fog suddenly became thicker, quickly covering the sky and pulling the Royal City of Ulster back into a misty cage.
At the same time, storms, waves, and flames fell like a meteor shower, instantly shattering the magic barrier that the Royal City of Ulster had maintained for months. Large sections of the city walls collapsed, and the entire city was exposed in the wilderness.
Feeling the powerful and domineering shock, Nuada and the other two Danu God Kings' faces changed suddenly.
"Everyone, long time no see."
Along with the sound of surging waves, a water-blue figure descended into the city of Ulster.
He was a handsome middle-aged man, his hair and beard presenting a vortex of liquid moonlight and storm algae, with miniature seaspouts suspended at the end of each hair, swallowing up the sigh of rusted shipwrecks; draped over his shoulders was a scaly cloak made from the skull of a giant whale from the abyss, with the afterimages of miniature icebergs and thunderstorms embedded in the cracks of each scale; a pair of feet whiter and more crystal clear than those of women stepped on the ground, and the dripping water drops turned into a herd of neighing mist horses when they hit the ground.
"Njord, you actually dare to come back!" Manano, who is also a sea god, called out the other's real name with a sneer on his face.
I thought it was someone else, but it turned out to be the group of stray dogs that had been defeated by them before.
"Not only am I back, I've also brought two friends with me for you to meet."
Njord sneered in return, and the storm and flames behind him fell to the ground and transformed into the figures of Odin and Lorn.
Nuada and Ruge beside him saw this and a gloom appeared in their eyes.
God King, three!
Unexpectedly, this group of stray dogs who were driven out of the Celtic Age of Gods by them did not perish in their wandering, but instead grew and prospered outside the domain, and returned with helpers for revenge.
As old enemies with deep grudges, Nuada understood that this battle was inevitable. He nodded to Ruge and Manano behind him, and then they transformed into three streams of light and selected their opponents.
Let’s get started!
At the same time, the three Norn goddesses who stayed on the flagship dripped their divine blood onto the battlefield sand table engraved with runes, sounding the charge horn.
Thick fog filled the air, and the golden and silver threads representing the fate of the two ages of gods officially collided in the cracks of time and space. The light tides of the Irish Sea resonated with the icy mist phantom of Niflheim. The roots of the Silver Branch of the Tuatha de Danann penetrated the Nine Realms Barrier and entangled the frost branches of the World Tree Yggdrasil. The strangulation of the two divine powers made the guards of Asgard hear the drums of the Sky Island, and the ravens of Asgard pecked the first cracks on the leaves of the Silver Branch.
"Woo~~"
Accompanied by the desolate and rough sound of the horn, Heimdall raised the sword of guardian, a rainbow-like light band rose from the ground, and countless fully armed Asgard guards descended on the sky island of the Tuatha de Danann and launched an attack on the gathered Tuatha de Danann.
The Danu gods were caught off guard and were thrown into chaos, and were defeated one after another.
Upon seeing this, Ruger hurriedly drove the Emerald Chariot into the sky, rolling over the Rainbow Bridge where Asgard deployed its troops. The rotating Celtic star and moon totems on the wheels cut the horn of the guardian god Heimdall into pieces, temporarily pausing the offensive of the Norse gods.
"Your opponent is this king!"
Odin snorted coldly, and threw the Spear of Eternity, wrapped in the power of the runes, whizzing towards Ruger's heart.
However, the tip of the spear solidified in mid-air, and a holy tree of silver branches composed of Celtic battle patterns emerged in the sky. Tens of thousands of tangled roots and branches burst out with bright moonlight, holding Gungnir tightly.
Odin opened his one eye wide and looked up at the sky.
A blond Celtic goddess was driving a silver chariot, and with the help of dozens of Tuatha de Danaan gods behind her, she gritted her teeth and held on.
That is Arianhede, goddess of the stars and the moon, a subordinate of Lugh, god of the sun.
"Humph! A mere follower of God!"
Odin snorted coldly, and the runes on the gun began to run wild, turning into a flock of screaming ravens that tore through the projection of the Silver Branch Sacred Tree in the sky and pounced on the third sky island that was closely related to the Luger theocracy. At the critical moment, countless seagulls jumped out of the azure light pattern and crashed into the flock of ravens.
Mananor, the god of the sea, was an elder among the Tuatha de Danann and had personally raised the god of light, Lugur. As a foster father, he naturally couldn't bear to see his adopted son get hurt.
For a moment, the two divine birds, seagulls and ravens, kept biting and falling, and the flying feathers condensed into boiling blood rain in the sky. Every drop of blood reflected the tragic scene of the gods fighting on the battlefield.
Thor, Tyr, Bragi, Heimdall and other Aesir gods led the Asgard army to the [Third Throne], and fought fiercely with the Tuatha de Danann army led by Lugur, sharing the pressure with their father Odin.
At the same time, the runes of the Rainbow Bridge lit up on the Irish coastline, and terrifying shadows emerged from the broken fragments of rainbow light:
The tentacles of the Kraken entangled the silver manes of Mananor's sea horses, and the violently surging sea surface turned into a thick soup of curses. The keel of the Njord flagship smashed on the emerald waves, and the splashing wreckage turned into a herd of bronze stags, their antlers hung with the intestines of the gods of the Tuatha de Danan, and their hoof prints bloomed into roses of blood and flesh on the rainbow bridge.
Behind this Vanir God King, Freya, Frey and other Vanir gods ascended the [Second Throne] and advanced towards the core of Sky Island, intending to extinguish the sacred fire associated with the divinity of the sea god Mananor.
“Get lost!”
Manano gritted his teeth and roared, splitting the seabed with the light-shaped greatsword in his hand. The salty sea water poured back into the magma in the earth's core. The steaming mist revealed the fierce battle between the roots of the Vanir Holy Trees and the Silver Branch of Kettel - the golden-green roots and the emerald branches were entangled like mating giant snakes, and sparks of runes and ogham letters colliding burst out from every strangulation point.
Deep in the underwater cage, the Kraken's split sea serpent was biting the Tuatha de Danann's dolphin mount. The chaotic venom injected by the fangs made the sea water present a strange two-color vortex: the indigo condensed by the cold current of the North and the emerald transformed by Celtic witchcraft, and in the center of the vortex, a deformed creature that was half fish and half deer was born. These new monsters slapped the water with their hooves, and the waves they set off were actually carrying the green grass of Vanaheim and the gold powder of Sky Island at the same time.
The same brutal battle also occurred around the [First Throne].
In the sky, countless Valkyries wearing swan feathers, holding light spears and divine iron shields rose from the ground, and led by Holo, Brunhilde and the nine Valkyrie captains, swarmed towards the center of Sky Island. The Celtic gods such as Angus, the god of love, the three gods of forging and craftsmanship, and Deanket, the god of medicine, also flew out from Sky Island and fought with the Valkyrie Legion.
On the earth, the army of dwarves, elves, and humans, led by the Seven Dwarf Kings, Galadriel, Lolth, and a group of God-blood heroes, crushed towards the collapsed Royal City of Ulster. Finn, Cuchulainn, Fergus and other Irish heroes had to lead the Fianna warband and the Knights of the Red Branch to attack and desperately protect the altar in the city.
In the shadows, the winter goddess Skadi led the army of mountain giants and frost giants into the open gate of the Shadow Kingdom. Queen Scathach awakened the undead in the kingdom and transformed them into the Wild Hunt Army to fight against her twin sister.
The war roars were like thunder and the blood was like rain.
As the commander of the three realms, Loen stepped across the muddy battlefield, raised his hand and drew out the flaming magic sword Levatin inch by inch, and walked towards his opponent, the god of war Nuada, officially opening the final chapter of this war between gods.
(End of this chapter)
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