Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 687 Avalon's Grand Birthday Celebration
"boom!"

The greatsword, having missed its target, crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

The young female knight looked at Lorne, who was a few meters away, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes:
"Not bad, you've got some skills."

"Alright, I'm busy right now and don't have time to play with you. Let Morgan and Artoria come out to see me, and then you'll know whether I'm telling the truth or not."

Lorne brushed the dust off his clothes while casually giving instructions.

However, the female knight opposite her did not stop; instead, she ground her fangs and her face revealed the excitement of seeing a predator.

"Stop talking nonsense, beat me first!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the young female knight stomped her foot on the ground and charged forward like a newborn calf.

A surge of magical power poured wildly into the fairy holy sword named "Clarent" in her hand, forming a crimson flame that seemed almost tangible.

Wherever its sharp edge passed, vegetation was broken and sand and stones flew everywhere.

It's obvious she's lacking love...

Lorne sighed, then raised his hand and lowered it.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, a powerful blow landed squarely on the back of the young female knight's head, slamming her into the ground.

From a distance, it looks like a human-shaped scallion planted in the pit.

His hands, flailing about wildly, were frantically digging at the surrounding soil, seemingly trying to pull his buried head out of the pit.

Seeing such a ridiculous scene, Lorne couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He then stepped forward, ready to pull his unruly child to an end the farce.

However, a sharp whooshing sound came from the thick fog once again.

Lorne's divine power flowed out automatically, forming an indestructible golden barrier in front of him, blocking a blood-red javelin.

The thing seemed to be made from the bones of some kind of sea beast. The gun barrel was engraved with intricate Ogan script, and the tip was extremely sharp with serrated edges for bleeding.

Furthermore, during the throwing process, its serrated part splits into thirty small arrows that shoot out, and it also has an automatic tracking function. Even if it is deflected, it will change the angle and shoot again, showing a determination not to give up until the enemy is killed.

—Gayaberg, the spear of greed?
—The Thousand Thorns Throwing Technique?

Isn't this Scáthach's most treasured secret and signature skill?
However, their techniques and strength were far inferior.

Just as Lorne was wondering what was going on, a rapid chanting of incantations came from the dense forest on the other side:

"The law of the world is that what prospers must perish; the sun will eventually set. What I long for is a snow-white landscape."

My vision is a beautiful world of death;
My hope is that all ugliness will be submerged, and that eternity will be frozen and solidified.

O frozen wasteland of death, heed my roar, and bestow upon this world a colder, more desolate freeze of death!

Accompanied by the rhythm of divine words, a sudden surge of icy blue magical power swept through the surroundings. The trees along the way were as if they were being sliced ​​and pulverized by hundreds of millions of tiny ice blades, instantly turning into dust and scattering in all directions.

Hearing those incredibly familiar syllables, Lorne was even more surprised.

— Rune spells?
—The power of the Winter God?
At this moment, the female knight on the ground finally pulled out her head:
"Pah! Connor, Uhasa, what brings you here?"

"Mordred, stop talking nonsense. This guy is strong. You can't beat him alone. Let's all attack together!"

Another girl's voice came from the woods, offering a reminder.

She held a small ash wood wand, had long purple hair, and golden-red eyes. Although her facial features still showed signs of immaturity, they exuded an innate sense of solemnity and coldness.

"【】！【】！【】！"

As the purple-haired girl uttered her divine incantation once more, the surrounding air plummeted to freezing point, even the flow of magic was frozen.

The golden barrier in front of Lorne was covered with a thick layer of ice crystals, making the figure inside blurry.

Upon seeing this, Mordred became extremely anxious:
"Don't you dare take it! It's mine!"

Immediately, the young female knight decisively retracted the fairy armor with [concealment] and [suppression] functions from her body, revealing her somewhat childish appearance.

At the same time, she gritted her teeth, raised the fairy holy sword Clarent high above her head, and then swung it forward with all her might.

In an instant, the surging magic transformed into twisted, dark red lightning that rushed forward.

The overburdened golden barrier shattered with a crash, leaving behind a pile of tiny ice shards and billowing dust.

Is this... resolved?

What a useless fellow, all show and no substance.

Mordred was taken aback at first, then muttered somewhat disappointedly:

"Hey Connor, Uhasa, come out here, that guy looks like he's done for."

Are you looking for them?

With a playful voice, Lorne emerged from the dense forest, carrying one person in each hand.

One of them, naturally, was the purple-haired girl who was proficient in rune magic;

The other was a short-haired boy with long arms.

His eye color, hair color, and facial features were extremely similar to the girl's, like a pair of twins, clearly the "Connor" Mordred had mentioned.

"Connor, Uhaza... if I'm not mistaken, they must be the children of the Scáthach and Scáthach sisters."

"how do you know?"

Mordred was startled and couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension towards the smiling man in front of her.

“I’ve already told you, I am your father,” Lorne reiterated helplessly.

"Really?" Mordred was somewhat skeptical.

“Really!” Lorne nodded seriously, then pointed behind Mordred. “They’re here. You can ask them if you don’t believe me.”

Mordred instinctively turned around, but all she saw was an empty, thick fog.

Before she could react, a familiar, heavy blow landed on her head, plunging her consciousness into complete darkness.

"The first lesson from my father: even your own father can lie; you must always be vigilant on the battlefield."

"mean……"

Mordred, filled with final frustration and resentment, completely lost consciousness.

Looking at the three unfortunate kids on the ground whose defeat cutscenes had begun, Lorne clapped his hands in satisfaction and gazed into the depths of the thick fog:
"The parent-child interaction is over. Alright, everyone come out now. If you don't take these three away now, they won't be able to get out of bed for the next few months."

Suddenly, the thick fog in the forest dissipated like a tide, revealing Artoria, the three Lake Fairy sisters, and Scáthach and Skadi sitting leisurely under a tree pavilion protected by magic, drinking mead.

Clearly, Lorne wasn't lying.

The mothers of all the unruly children were present, but Mordred probably couldn't hear them at that moment.

Skadi got up and helped the three little ones to the treehouse to rest, complaining as she did so:

"You hit them so hard right after meeting them, aren't you afraid they'll complain when they wake up?"

"Isn't it because you spoiled him?"

Lorne rolled his eyes at the six people present, inwardly grumbling.

Where there are unruly children, there are naturally unruly parents.

These women clearly wanted to watch him get attacked by his three children without stepping forward to clarify the situation; they were simply looking for a spectacle.

However, he also understands that he is not a very good "father". He doesn't even know when his children were born or when they grew up to be like this, and he has not participated in their upbringing and education at all.

Therefore, he has no right to criticize anything.

He calmed himself down and asked, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"It wasn't us, it was the three of them who were looking for you."

Scáthach pointed to the three unconscious children in the pavilion and began to recount the story.

Whether it was due to the unique environment of the Celtic Age or the overwhelming power of the Danu gods' own life and reproduction, the three Danu goddesses, Artoria, Skadi, and Scáthach, became pregnant with Mordred, Connor, and Uhazar's bloodlines while having affairs with someone.

That period coincided with Lorne's solo voyage to explore the Age of Babylon.

Artoria and the other two understood the importance and urgency of the matter, so they chose to keep the birth of the children a secret and raised the three little ones on their own.

However, as mothers, both Scáthach and Skadi, as well as Artoria herself, severely lacked experience.

After all, none of them had happy childhoods, and their relationships with their parents were not harmonious, so they naturally didn't know what it meant to have a normal relationship with their children.

So Morgoth, the goddess of fertility, came with the three lake nymphs to help, serving as the fairy godmothers of the three children and relieving much of the pressure on the three goddesses.

Perhaps because they were all members of the Danu tribe, grew up together, and were raised by the same fairy godmothers, the three little ones had a very good relationship.

Soon after, the three children grew up and reached the age to learn a trade.

Mordred was fine; naturally, she studied under Artoria, learning swordsmanship and other martial arts.

Connor and Uhaza, the siblings, gave Skadi and Scáthach some trouble.

Because Skadi is skilled in sorcery, her son Connor is a natural warrior, Scáthach specializes in martial arts, and her daughter Uhazar is a promising candidate for sorcery.

So the two sisters got together and decided to take turns teaching each other.

As a result, Skadi and the others from Avalon began to interact more frequently, gradually resolving the conflict between Skadi and her sister Scáthach.

However, the peaceful and stable days did not last long.

Because children will eventually grow up, and fledglings will eventually leave the nest.

Now, the three little ones have reached a restless age, and they don't want to be confined by their mothers to places like Avalon Island, the Land of Shadows, or the Noisy Land—places that are so desolate and boring.

They longed to break free from their confinement, join the army, make a name for themselves, achieve great things, and be admired by thousands as heroes.

To be fair, this is not an excessive request.

But right now is not a good time.

A divine war is imminent between Europe and the Persian Empire, and dangers lurk everywhere outside.

If we loosen the reins on the three little ones at this point, and they happen to encounter a formidable opponent or meet with misfortune, Artoria and the other two will likely regret it deeply.

However, simply forcing them will only make the three little ones rebel.

If they can't stand it anymore, they might sneak out.

Then, there will only be more trouble.

Since they had no good solution, the six of them put their heads together and decided to call Lorne, their father, over to ask him for advice.

After listening, Lorne suddenly realized:
"So, you let those three kids run wild just now so I could test their abilities and see if they're even qualified to go out and make a living?"

Artoria nodded and asked, "So, what do you think of them?"

Lorne replied, "So-so. They lack experience in combat and are not vigilant enough. They're alright against ordinary divine heroes. But next up is the divine war between the Persian Empire and the five great European gods. They're not qualified to take action."

“I think so too,” Scáthach said. “How about I cast a few forbidden spells on them? And then release them after the war of the gods is over?”

Although the three Lake Fairy sisters and Skadi did not speak, they were also tempted.

As mothers who raised their three children, they naturally didn't want the little ones to encounter danger in the upcoming battle of gods.

However, Lorne held a different opinion:

"When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact? If we lose this divine war, even if they can survive for a while, can they survive forever? Besides, our children are children, but aren't other people's children also children?"

The goddesses fell silent upon hearing this.

Seeing the worry on the six people's faces, Lorne smiled and said:
"Don't worry, the Gods and the others are indeed not qualified. But there is another place where they should be more suitable, and the risk is also relatively small."

Then, he paused, and slowly began to speak:

"I plan to integrate the three existing Celtic knightly orders to strengthen the Celtic Age of Gods' power on Earth."

"Three major knightly orders? Wasn't the Celtic Age of Gods only home to the Knights of the Round Table, a human armed force?"

"What about [Red Branch] and [Fiona]?"

"Oh yeah, how could I forget about them!"

Artoria and the others suddenly realized that they had remembered the other two forgotten human armed forces.

During the ancient war between the Norse and Celtic gods, the Red Branch Knights and the Fiona Knights fell on the Isle of Sky because they chose the wrong side. After the fall of the Four Thrones, they were sealed in a fairyland by the three Lake Sisters and have been sleeping ever since.

They would have almost forgotten about it if Lorne hadn't brought it up.

Morgan frowned and said:

"You're going to use them?"

“Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Right now, the Persian Empire and the five great pantheons of Europe are about to clash. It’s not just a war between gods, but also a fierce battle between humans. Before, we had some conflicts with them, but we hadn’t reached the point where we couldn’t coexist. Now, the Persian Empire is our common enemy. Fergus and Finn will make the right choice, and they are both intelligent men.”

Lorne paused, deliberately drawing out his words:

"Of course, the premise is that someone can curb the arrogance of those divine blood heroes and make them truly convinced."

"I! I'm willing to go!"

"Me too!"

At this moment, Connor and Uhasa, who had been unconscious, suddenly sat up from their recliners, eagerly hoping that one of their "fathers" would call on them.

"Alright, the task of reorganizing the [Fiona Knights] and the [Red Branch Knights] is entrusted to you." Lorne nodded in agreement.
Morgan then handed the two horns that would open the Wonderland to Connor and Uhazar respectively.

A beat too slow, Mordred scrambled to her feet from the bench and looked longingly at her parents:

"And me?"

"Why don't you just take over the Knights of the Round Table?" Lorne replied casually.

"So, Mother is finally planning to step down! Great, it's finally my turn to be the boss!"

Mordred was so excited that he danced around.

Artoria's face darkened, and she looked speechlessly at this filial daughter who couldn't wait to usurp the throne.

As usual, Lorne slapped Mordred on the head to bring him back to his senses, then gave him a rather irritating reminder:
"Dream on! When the war of the gods begins, Artoria will take the elite troops of the Knights of the Round Table and fight alongside me. At most, only one-third of the human army will remain. You'd better keep this guy in check first."

The Knights of the Round Table include not only ordinary humans and heroes with divine blood, but also many reincarnated Celtic gods.

These top powers naturally joined the divine war alongside the three Lake Fairy sisters, the six great fairy clans, and the Shadow Kingdom, becoming his allies.

"Don't look down on me! I'm sure I can do better than you!" Mordred said confidently, rubbing his head.

Seeing that Lorne was about to bestow some fatherly love upon a certain unfilial daughter, Morgos quickly changed the subject:

"By the way, what are you planning to do after reorganizing the three major knight orders?"

"Once the war of gods begins, I plan to have them cooperate with the Roman pantheon to expand eastward, severing the connection between the Egyptian pantheon, the West African pantheon, and the Persian Empire, so that they cannot support each other from both ends."

"You want them to take Jerusalem?"

"That's right!"

Lorne nodded readily, a pleased smile curving his lips:

"As for the name of the Knights after the reorganization, let's call them—the Crusaders!"

(End of this chapter)