The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1131 - 140th, you can’t say he has innocent eyes_2

"Merger is fine, but who will be king? You Nordic gods?"

Upon hearing this, Luo En felt a bit helpless.

Who will lead, who needs to submit, that’s the crux of the issue.

The two Divine Eras both face the crisis of the doomsday prophecy. Even if they merge to withstand difficult times together, there’s no guarantee that the stronger side won’t use the weaker side as cannon fodder.

Even Luo En couldn’t ensure that in the aftermath of the Divine Era’s merger, the Danu Divine Race and the Nordic Gods would stand on equal footing.

Seeing the other party remain silent, Morgan sneered:

"If you have nothing to say, how about I decide? You join the Celtic Divine Era, and I assure you won’t suffer any loss. If you doubt my sincerity, we can form a marriage contract, pledge an alliance, supervise each other, as a bond of cooperation between the two sides."

Hearing this, Luo En couldn’t help but be amused.

Make Nordic bow to Celtic, she dares to say that.

And she plans to marry me?

If I join the Celtic Divine Era, it means giving you an extra Divine King for nothing, while Nordic gets nothing after all their battles and even loses a Divine King, which would surely lead to an uproar.

Back then, Odin used this trick to marry Frigg, trick Frey and Freya, and ruin the Warner Divine Race.

A trick I’ve personally played, if used on me, that old guy would be the first to oppose.

Furthermore, without my mediation, whether the Nordic Nine Great Kingdoms would start fighting early is still in question.

So, student, aren’t you putting teacher in a tough spot?

Luo En contemplated for a moment, then helplessly said:

"The terms are too harsh, we can’t agree."

"Then there’s nothing more to say, we’ll meet on the battlefield. Only the victor has the right to decide the future of these two worlds!"

Morgan waved her hand coldly, showing a gesture of dismissal.

Seeing this, Luo En couldn’t help but try to persuade earnestly:

"The Danu Divine Race is already severely wounded, and the Nordic army is at the gates of Britain. Just relying on the six Great Fairy Clans of the Mist Forest and the remnants of Danu Divine Race, you simply can’t win. Stop, Morgan!"

"Not necessarily!"

Morgan snorted coldly, looking proudly at Luo En below the court,

"You underestimate us, and you underestimate the Danu Divine Race. We’ve endured multiple Great Invasions, standing tall in the Celtic God Era, not relying on the enemy’s pity and charity."

"So, you indeed have a backup plan..."

A playful voice echoed in the hall, a sly smile appeared on Luo En’s face.

Seeing this, Morgan’s pretty face turned pale with rage, her chest heaving uncontrollably.

Tricked!

The crucial information was extracted!

Even at this moment, you’re still deceiving me! And to think I always regarded you as a teacher!

In her rage, Morgan suddenly raised her hand, and a Light Spear whistled forth.

The blade formed by Ogan Rune pierced through the man’s chest like a knife through butter, but no blood flowed from the wound; it merely rippled like water.

Phantom?

Morgan grew angrier, her arm waving continuously, twelve Light Spears shot simultaneously, turning the phantom in front of her into a pincushion.

Luo En’s face still bore an innocent smile as he dragged his Phantom Body through the Light Spears unhindered, while accusing his student’s violent actions:

"In a battle between armies, the envoy is not to be killed, and I was once your teacher, isn’t this too much?"

"You’re shameless to say that, not a word from your mouth is true! Claiming to be a wandering Mage Merlin, pretending to win my trust, but in fact, you’re just a spy from the Nordic north, despicable!"

Morgan retorted, trembling with anger as she recalled past events.

Luo En rolled his eyes, countering sharply:

"Aren’t you the same? Claiming to be the Lake Fairy Morgan, but in reality, you’re one of the Phantom Three Goddesses, Death Goddess Morigan, and you oversee the entire Danu Divine Race and Celtic Divine Era’s fate."

Upon hearing the teacher reveal her true identity, Morgan was taken aback:

"When did you find out?"

"After deciphering the essence of the Holy Lance."

Luo En replied with a smile, thoughts swirling in his mind.

After understanding that the Holy Spear Lengominiad was the Light Wedge that maintained the entire Celtic Divine Era, he naturally became suspicious of the original identities of the Morgan Sisters.

If they were merely goddesses of death, war, and fertility, they wouldn’t be qualified to wield such a world-class Divine Artifact, nor capable of tearing open the barrier set by the Norn Three Goddesses to snatch people from right under the Nordic gods’ noses.

Unless, they possessed power of destiny of the same level.

In other words, the Morgan Sisters were the Three Fates hidden behind the Danu Divine Race.

And according to inquiries made later on Celtic captives and Danu Deities, Luo En completely confirmed the identity of his good student.

"Everyone has their secrets, so there’s no need for you to get angry at me about this."

Luo En chuckled and continued,

"Alright, I’ve said what needed to be said. Since you and the Danu gods are unyielding, we will meet on the battlefield."

"You’ll be the one crying when we get to the battlefield!"

Morgan ground her teeth, longing to tear some flesh from that smiling face.

Luo En waved his hand, his Phantom Body dissolved into dots of golden light:

"Then, I look forward to your performance..."

As the figure completely disappeared from the scene, Scatha couldn’t hold back any longer and asked:

"When did you two start getting involved?"

As the Queen of the Shadow Country and the Lord of the Wild Hunt in Scotland, her relationship with Morigan, who holds complete authority over death, is somewhere between friends and superiors.

Asking this was partly out of concern for a friend and partly because she too had once been tricked by someone’s affection.

Morgan glared at Scatha, correcting with a snort: freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Involved? More like he tricked me!"

"So, did he sleep with you?"

"No!"

"Did you sleep with him?"

"As I said, we merely had interactions, at most a teacher-student relationship for a time, completely innocent!"

"But the way you look at him isn’t exactly innocent..."

Scatha said softly, and Morgan’s cheeks twitched slightly.

After a moment of silence, she gritted her teeth, looking darkly at her lower-ranking friend Scatha:

"What about the task I gave you?"

"Rest assured, it’s been sent to the island as you instructed."

"Take me to see it."

Scatha nodded, then opened the Shadow Gate, leading Morgan and the four Elf Knights into it.

In an instant, they found themselves on a mirror-like lake.

The surrounding mist was the solidified lifeblood of time, each strand of silver mist spun from star sand woven by the Lake Fairy, stirring up countless light particles like the final sigh of the Creator God before closing his eyes. The never-sinking Golden Boat hovered in the center of the mirror lake, the Celtic spiral patterns on the ship’s hull changing with the lunar phases, reflecting a spectacle of nine layers of the starry sky collapsing into a primordial light spot. The apple tree on the lakeside dripped crystal dew from its branches, each drop encapsulating a fragment of dream both real and illusionary, bursting not into ripples but into a mirage of the Rainbow Bridge leading to the Inner Sea of Stars.

Dusk here was a reverse-growing vine, spreading from the platinum-cast castle spires to the horizon, its towers stabbing through the veil of time flowing with liquid demarcations of dawn and dusk. When everyone boarded the isolated island in the lake’s heart, passing through the millennium cherry forest, the falling petals revealed traces of causality woven from the threads of fate, turning into amber coffins that sealed the Divine Era’s breath upon touching the ground.

This was the core of the Mist Forest, or rather, the last Holy Land and Spirit Tomb of the Danu Divine Race.

The idyllic land of legend—Avalon!

At this moment, the red-haired goddess Morgause came under the Silver Branch Holy Tree, with the only remaining elite of the Danu Divine Race behind her.

"Hmph! The people from the north have already sent a challenge. If you still refuse to make up your minds, then get out of our territory!"

Morgan snorted coldly at the Danu gods present, her expression contemptuous.

Seemingly provoked, Nuada clutched his severed arm, stepped forward, and said through gritted teeth:

"Fine, things have come to this, we agree to cooperate!"

"That’s more like it, then let’s begin."

Morgan nodded in satisfaction, leading the gods into the deepest mists.

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