Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 559 Morgan: Is it right? (Additional update has been completed, please vote)

Nether jade is in her arms, Luo En did not take the initiative to reach out and touch it, but just stood there, quiet acting as a barrier to support.

This kind of graceful reaction made Morgan feel a little favor in his heart.

She shook her dizzy head and whispered:

"Help me up first."

Loren nodded slightly, raised his hand and helped Morgan back to the Bluestone Throne.

The fairy knights Bavansi and Bagst, who had been slow to react, rushed forward and asked with concern:

"My mother, how are you?"

Morgan shook his head and said:

"It's not a problem. Give me the things."

"But your body..."

"This is an order!"

Hearing his mother's tone heavier, Bawanxi could only nod in disappointment, and reluctantly took out a golden short sword engraved with Okan Shuwen from his body and handed it to Morgan on the throne.

——【Gold of Blade】.

This is the name of this thing, which comes from a divine artifact within the Druid Sect. Its essence is the curse knife when performing sacrifices.

It is said that it can easily penetrate the gap between the body, spirit and soul, completing the division of the sacrifice.

Therefore, at the major ritual of the Druid Sect, the "Black Virgin" Morgan would climb to the altar and waved this sharp blade to dismantle the sacrifice and congratulate the world and the gods.

The familiar cold touch fell into the palm of the palm. Morgan gently exhaled the turbid air in his chest, holding the [Blade Gold], and cutting the palm of his other hand.

The golden blood of the **** suddenly flowed out of the wound, and a magic circle composed of Okan Shuwen was outlined under Morgan's feet.

Retract the curse knife and knock on the scepter.

The surrounding space suddenly became like a lake with stones thrown, ripples arose, and a shadow of a towering city blockage was reflected behind Morgan.

The main body of the city is built of chalk soil, which looks majestic and sacred.

Twelve towering spires into the clouds are arranged in an annular shape. The light belts emitted from the top of the tower form a huge magic circle in the sky, covering the whole city, like twelve anchors of light that run through the world and connect to the world.

The golden breeze passed through the city, and the huge bronze bell above the bell tower hit five times, making a long and exciting sound.

At the same time, the palace, which symbolizes the center of power in the city, slowly opened the closed door.

This is a building that combines the mysterious elements of the fairy clan and the cold and militarized design of human society. It mainly has a dark tone and majestic golden decorations. The towering throne stands at the end of the empty hall, making the mortal life in it unconsciously feel the urge to worship.

At this time, in the valley.

As the golden blood flowed more and more on Morgan's hand, the shadow of the Chalk City behind him gradually solidified, and the throne in the palace gradually overlapped with the throne under her.

When the two were completely merged, Morgan on the throne slowly opened his eyes that turned into golden, and a bitter breath burst out from his body. The magic wand in his hand hit the ground heavily, like a queen giving orders.

Suddenly, the twelve high towers in the Chalk City buzzed and vibrated, and the magic circles woven by them in the sky began to reverse and suck, forming a huge golden vortex.

Guided by the golden divine light, the black dead aura and resentment soared into the sky from Morgan and flowed into the golden vortex in the sky.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour of transmission, the golden vortex closed, the Chalk City faded, and the gloom and death breath on Morgan disappeared.

But at the same time, she was almost exhausted and slumped on the bluestone throne in sweat. She almost couldn't even perform simple movements of raising her fingers and stopping the bleeding for herself.

Fortunately, a warm white light covered her palm, allowing her wound to heal quickly.

Morgan turned his head and nodded to Lorne on the side to thank him.

"I'm sorry to you again, thank you."

"It's just a matter of raising your hands."

Luo En answered casually, looking at the golden curse knife on the ground.

  It can not only dismember living things, but also be used to divide and sacrifice yourself?

If the feeling just now is correct, this witch used the unique function of this artifact to separate the divine nature, soul, and power, and presented it to the altar, creating a prison for sheltering and suppressing [disasters].

The throne is the control center, the twelve high towers are pillars, and the bronze bell represents an early warning...

"The bronze bell in the city rang 5 times just now. Does it have any special meaning?" Luo En asked out his doubts.

"This proves that my mother has suppressed at least 5 times for this world, as the current [Wild Hunting Disaster]!"

Bawanxi walked forward and answered proudly, looking proud.

Loren suddenly realized and looked at Morgan, who was in a depressed and pale face on the throne, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Is this the cruel and ruthless witch in the legend of later generations? Demonized slut?

Why is it different from what you expected?

After a moment, Loren came back to the smell and touched his itchy nose awkwardly.

Like the "Psalm Edda" which records the Nordic creation mythology, the Celtic epic "The Legend of King Arthur" that made Morgan famous is written by Christians.

At that time, the entire European world was Christianized. In order to promote their own orthodoxy, they naturally praised King Arthur who chose to convert.

Morgan, the native Celtic goddess and the druid pagan black maiden, naturally became the target of key smear and played the role of an unlucky villain in the story. It is not surprising that there is any outrageous black material in later generations.

Then again, it is really amazing to be able to resolve five [great disasters] for your own world with your own strength.

However, this kind of suppression is just to quench thirst after all.

Once Morgan, who is the center of suppression, falls down due to too much consumption, then the [disasters] that were originally locked in the Chalk City by him may make a comeback.

"Is there no way to completely solve these problems?" Luo En asked.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't do it." Morgan shook his head, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his pale face. "Celtic has experienced several [big invasions]. The gods have fought for the power to dominate the world, and have accelerated the consumption of the vitality of the world and laid many hidden dangers. Now, the world has entered its twilight years. The mystery that can support life and the gods is rapidly fading away. Various laws and orders have lost their balance, which naturally triggers a series of [big catastrophes]. If I were still in my heyday, I might have tried it, but with my current strength, I can only barely suppress it."

"So, is this world [death]?"

Luo'en's eyes flashed and he expressed the conclusion he heard from Gwen.

Morgan nodded, his expression a little dim:

“It can be said the same.”

"Where are the gods of Nadanu? Do they care?"

"So what if you care? The gods are not eternal. The overly overwhelming compassion will only lead them to the same end as Gwyn. [Fire] is extinguished and there will be only ashes left. Moreover, 'mercy' and 'dedication' are a scarce quality among the gods..."

"What about you?" Luo En asked back.

"I am different from them, we have our own plans." Speaking of this, a hint of relaxation and hope appeared on Morgan's pale face, "As long as the plan goes well, we may really save this world that is about to collapse."

Luo En listened carefully, his eyes flashing.

The "we" here mostly refers to the [Lake Fairy] group, and they should be planning something secretly.

Recalling the chalk city that appeared behind Morgan, as well as the twelve light anchors that penetrated the world and sewed the "wounds" to the world, and combined with the various legends of later generations, Luo En had some speculation in his heart. -Arthur, the King of Eternity!

That is, to use existing strength to cultivate a [savior] with unique strength and mission, which is probably what the Lake Fairies are secretly planning.

Of course, there are only so many big cakes for power.

 Outsiders eat more, and eat less by themselves.

The four on Sky Island will never allow a young guy who has not been born to take away their authority and replace their throne.

I'm afraid it was because of this that the three Morgan sisters left Ireland, which was the base camp of the Danu Gods, and quietly came to the more desolate Britain, walking in the world as the [Lake Fairy], redeveloping their faith, and secretly tamping the thread of destiny.

It’s a pity that the ideas are beautiful and the reality is skinny.

According to later legends, this plan of salvation initiated by the lake fairies will eventually end in failure, and the [mystery] of the Celtic God generation will fade sharply after King Arthur's death.

Moreover, King Arthur seemed to have rebelled while alive, turned into the wave of Christianity, and became enemies with the three Morgan sisters who represented the interests of the Celtic gods.

Luo En rubbed his eyebrows, making it difficult to tell about this cruel future, so he turned to another question in his heart:

"Is it only Celtic who has many disasters, or is it the same in other worlds that will encounter various world-destroying crises?"

“It’s all the same in theory.”

Morgan cheered up and explained in a deep voice,

"The sun rises and sets, the tides rise and expand, and the life grows and dies... The same is true when looking at the world. All kinds of life such as gods, humans, fairies, animals and plants are all fruits produced on the tree of the world. All things absorb the nutrients of the world and can survive and reproduce, and feed the world with their bones.

But this balance cannot last forever.

Over time, the powerful people in life will stand out, such as gods and various mysterious creatures. In order to avoid death, they will greedily **** the nutrients of the world and gradually break the original balance. And the world will gradually move towards [aging] and [death] in this process. Next, all kinds of [disasters] that have been accumulated in the dark will erupt, erasing one borer after another on the tree. After arriving, there is still a day when the night is over and the sky is dawn, and we will continue to survive for several eras. If you can't stand it, the whole tree may be destroyed by emptying and pushing down. ”

-I see.

Loren nodded secretly, probably understanding that this is the inevitable law that the development of the world of God generation must go through.

This is true for Greece, Nordic, and Celtic...

And all he can do is to try his best to get his world through the crisis.

"Is there any way to break out of this cycle?" Loren continued to ask.

"Yes!" Morgan nodded and announced the answer solemnly, "Beyond [Origin], become [God], break all rules, and become the maker of order by himself!"

This is the sentence again.

Orlaug, the God of Origin of Nordic, also said...

It seems that if you want to transcend everything and become truly immortal, this is the only way. No wonder the old boy was obsessed with him and wanted to assimilate him into a sacrifice at all times, swallowing his divinity and the world behind him.

However, he is not much nobler than Orlaug.

Whoever can enter the finals and become the final winner in this chicken-eating game, then rely on their own abilities.

At this moment, seeing that Luo En didn't speak for a long time, Morgan comforted:

"I don't even know what [God] is. Don't think so much about this kind of thing that is too far away from us. Instead of being frightened by what has not happened yet, it's better to be down-to-earth and take every step of the moment."

“It makes sense, I’ve been taught.”

Luo En came to his senses, chuckled and nodded in agreement, and then asked:

"So, all solved? We can leave, right?"

"There are still a small number of death and filth and soil entanglement too deeply. The two have been completely integrated into one and I cannot expel them for the time being."

Morgan glanced at the black earth under his feet, and showed a hint of helplessness on his face.

"For the next period of time, Cornwall will send troops to close the valley so that outsiders will not get into it and be eroded by the dead spirit and filth inside. When I rest and get ready, I will start to solve this problem."

“No need to be so troublesome.”

Loren pointed to the crown on his finger and spoke actively,

"Before Gwen died, he entrusts everything to me. Even if I can't help much, I have to do something at least. Leave the rest to me."

Morgan hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, and did not forget to instruct:

"Then be careful, don't force yourself."

Luo En nodded, walked up to pick up the golden curse knife on the ground, cut through his palm, sprinkled divine blood into the ground, and chanted solemnly:

“Announcement:

  I am killing, and I am born.

What I hurt is what I heal.

If you have no way to go, it is my palm.

The one who has no way to escape is my gaze.

Make it destroyed.

I will recall all the disabled and the aging.

  Trust me, teach me, and follow me.

The moment of rest,

  I have not forgotten the song, I have not forgotten the prayers, I have not forgotten me.

With my lightness, remove all burdens and rest in my hands.

Because of your sins, add anointing oil and branding.

Eternal destiny is given by death.

Forgiveness is now, and I will pity this sorrowful soul..."

Under the singing of songs and poems, the misty white light spreads in the valley.

Under the erosion of death and resentment that gathered in the soil, the ice and snow soon disappeared, and turned into wisps of blue smoke and drifted away.

As a ray of light from the morning light pierced the night, announcing the arrival of the sun, the sound of pleasant birds and insects came from the originally silent and desolate valley. A white dove landed boldly on Lorne's fingertips and screamed "cuckoo".

"There is a letter, it seems to be from Cornwall."

Lorne took off the letter tube with the elephant emblem of the Cornish Grand Duke family from the ankle of the dove and handed it to Morgan on the throne.

Morgan opened it and glanced at it, a faint smile appeared on his pale face:

"Let's go, the reception banquet is ready in the city, and we're waiting for us. If you don't mind, help me?"

“Happiness comes.”

Loren smiled and helped Morgan up his weak body, with undry golden blood hanging on his palms, and held it together in the sun.

(This chapter ends)