The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1124 - 137: Battle, Awesome!

The next day, Alster Royal City.

The bright sunshine pierced through the lattice windows, casting into the dim great hall, where men and women, who had fiercely battled through the night, awoke amidst disarray.

Finn, on the steps, opened his eyes and murmured, looking outside the window:

"Is it dawn?"

"Doesn’t matter, let’s sleep a bit more."

Maeve yawned, turning her head to find a more comfortable position.

However, before she could settle down, Finn below sprang up as if on springs, solemnly reminding:

"Look outside, it’s dawn! The sun is out!"

"What’s there to make a fuss about...?"

Just as Maeve was about to complain after missing her embrace, she suddenly snapped back to her senses.

Wait, that’s not right!

Because of the strange mist created by those foreigners, Alster was shrouded in gloom all day long, and since the war began, they hadn’t seen the sun.

Could it be...

Maeve quickly scrambled to her feet, looking at the sky outside the window with open eyes.

She saw a golden sun suspended high in the sky, and the once lingering thick mist had thinned several folds.

Joy surged in her heart, and Maeve couldn’t help but beam:

"The mist has cleared! It seems our raid yesterday wasn’t in vain!"

Finn nodded, the gloom in his heart replaced by excitement, and immediately said in a deep voice:

"The opportunity is rare, gather everyone immediately to initiate the Great Sacrifice!"

With the mist outside the city beginning to dissipate, Alster Royal City’s isolated predicament was somewhat alleviated; now was the perfect opportunity to break the blockade and call for reinforcements.

Once the altar was set up, allowing the Danu Gods of Sky Island to descend into the city, they could unite with the gods and catch these foreigners off guard, thus turning defeat into victory and avenging their shame.

Time was pressing, to prevent delay and changes, Finn immediately stood up, ready to go out and gather the city’s Druids.

"In the city, only Her Royal Highness the Princess is qualified to act as the Main Priest, are you sure you want to see her now?"

Hearing the teasing voice behind him, Finn shivered and quickly stopped.

Supreme King Conmark is regarded in the history of the Celtic people as the first pioneer, legislator, and founder. During his reign, he was the highest king of all Ireland and the covenant maker between the Mortal World and the Danu Gods.

According to the agreement, if the Danu Gods wanted to descend on this land in full form and exert all their Authority, Grainne, as the direct royal Bloodline, was undoubtedly the most suitable Main Priest.

But Finn had just been fooling around with Maeve for the night, leaving behind a pile of incriminating evidence. Rushing to seek an audience with Her Royal Highness the Princess, he couldn’t guarantee that nothing suspicious would be uncovered.

Realizing this, Finn first checked himself several times, confirming there was no suspicious trace, then hurriedly urged Maeve to get up and clean up the messy scene of the crime.

Just as they finished tidying up, a knock came from outside the hall:

"Great Commander, it seems the thick mist outside Alster Royal City has thinned. The Druids and I think it’s an opportunity to attempt the Great Sacrifice to seek the gods’ assistance. But whether it’s feasible or not, we need you to decide!"

The familiar female voice caused Finn, just having cleaned up, to break into a cold sweat, apprehensively glancing at a fully dressed Maeve behind him.

Thank goodness for the timely reaction; otherwise, if Grainne blocked the door and then spilled the beans, he’d be utterly disgraced.

After calmly adjusting his mood, Finn opened the door.

Grainne glanced at Maeve in the great hall, feigning surprise and said:

"You’re here, too?"

"Yes, I sensed the changes outside too, so I specially came to inform the Great Commander."

Maeve replied with a charming smile, while Finn quickly nodded and said:

"That’s right, we also feel this is an opportunity, and we’re just about to go out to gather you and the Druids for a Great Sacrifice!"

"It seems we had the same thought."

Grainne didn’t expose the improper relationship between the two, but directly played along,

"The mist might thicken again any moment; time is of the essence. I’ll lead the Druids to the Temple to set up the altar, and please have you and your warriors prepare the offerings. Once everything is ready, the ceremony will be held in the square outside the Temple!"

To this, Finn readily agreed, quickly bidding farewell to Grainne, and set off with Maeve to the barracks to gather people for the Great Sacrifice.

By evening, the dusk like crimson deer’s blood seeped through the thin mist, infiltrating Alster Royal City.

Twelve black wooden stakes burned in the center of the stone circle in the Temple square; the Druids raised bone daggers to slit the ram’s throat, with bronze plates catching the falling starlight—a viscous blood intertwining with the red glow of Sirius, winding into ancient Ogan Tree Runes atop the bluestone altar. Grainne, wearing an antler mask, buried acorns and broken swords into the fire pit, and the bronze bell at her waist quivered with her movements, calling to the ancient spirit sleeping within the quartz veins.

Below the stone platform, Celtic Warriors beat the earth with spear shafts, mimicking the rhythm of winter thunder tearing through clouds, singing at the top of their voices:

"Silver flames rise from the dark firmament,

Iron rain burns away the defeated dusk.

The symphony of silver and bone burns the mist,

My God, awaken!

Morrgan’s crow feathers slice through the fog curtain,

Nuada’s sword tip grants perpetual victory, ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Manannan’s waves bring Healing,

Lugh’s Long Spear pierces millennia-long winters.

Dagda’s cauldron boils the starry fetal movements.

’With earth cracked as a contract, and bones in bloom,

Countless kingdoms leveled, tens of thousands of armies tremble!

Oh gods from the sky, return to the Throne amidst blades and honey!’"

Three stanzas of the sacrificial chant concluded, and the gathered Celtic Warriors and Divine Blood Heroes on the square cut their palms, letting their blood drip into the Magic Circle Diagram below.

Simultaneously, as the Main Priest, Grainne quietly took out the curved purple Dagger, similarly cut her palm, and offered her own share of the sacrifice.

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