Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 182: Victory of the Oath

As soon as Tangs finished speaking, the Aesir gods sitting opposite his throne all had speechless expressions.

The tough guys, led by Thor, of course, are eager for a grand war.

But Towns is the one who is suppressing!

Everyone knows the truth. If the Aesir had marched forward in force at the beginning, the Celtic world could have been conquered, but the price would have been brutal conquest and continuous resistance. It would not be like now, with all the scandals being taken care of by Odin and the Chaos Giants, and the Aesir becoming glorious liberators instead of violent conquerors.

But we can’t stop those war maniacs from getting itchy!

Thor could not help but stood up and punched his chest: "Father God, Odin and his army of Fomorians are nothing to be afraid of. If you let me go, I will defeat Odin within an hour. Otherwise, I will bring my head to you!"

When Tang Si heard this, he rolled his eyes on the spot.

Thor, you idiot, can you please think before you speak?

You are the prince! What do I need your head for?
Thor heard the laughter of the gods and was kicked by Sif beside him. Then he came to his senses, touched the back of his head, and let out his signature silly laugh.

Towns did not scold Thor, nor did he even say a word. He simply released an optical image that he managed to obtain through the chaotic atmosphere in the universe.

"hiss--"

Inside the hall, there was a sound of people gasping for air.

This is outer space in the Celtic world.

Just as Scathach and the others saw when they left, the Celtic world was sick.

A large mass of strange chaotic aura lingered outside the world barrier. Those things looked like pus-oozing abscesses and the pupae of some disgusting insects. They rolled and tumbled, looking very disgusting.

"This is Odin's back-up plan!" Towns said confidently.

At this moment, the battle in the east of Emerald Island is about to begin.

On the vast plateau, hundreds of thousands of human troops were divided into three blocks and lined up in a row.

Sitting in the center are the troops of the Kingdom of Camelot. The center composed of King Arthur and his knights is the most trustworthy.

On the left wing were the smaller Fianna knights and the large army taken from King Cormac.

The right wing is Queen Maeve's northern coalition. Although it has the largest number of people, its combat power is the weakest. To put it bluntly, the Kingdom of Connacht lacks powerful hero units, but she has already received the promise from Downs, so she is the least vulnerable.

This war was definitely the largest in the history of the Celtic world.

The bard accompanying the army had already decided on a name for this epic battle - Battle of the Emerald Isle!

The troops on the opposite side were standing in a rather scattered manner, like a long winding snake, making the mortal coalition dare not relax at all.

After all, the Tuatha de Danann, who seemed to be invincible, were defeated by these Fomorian giants early on, and lost without any temper.

The Fomorian Giant was too huge and too ugly.

Corroded by chaos, they have body parts far beyond the imagination of mortals, such as three heads and deformed hands with seven fingers.

All this made the mortal soldiers feel uneasy.

If there were no Aesir supporting them this time, the leaders could have foreseen that their flags representing the numbers of each knight battalion would soon disappear in the vast ocean of giants.

No one knows when the God King hanging high in the sky will send his divine warriors down to earth to help.

They only knew that before that, this was a war belonging to the Celtic world!
This is the tragedy of the smaller Celtic world. Even the outcome of wars in the Celts cannot be decided by the Celts themselves.

King Arthur looked at the golden Sword of Promised Victory in his hand and raised it high.

"The Supreme God King, His Majesty Downs Paulson, has promised the Celtics victory! Warriors of Camelot! Let us fight bravely and show His Majesty the courage of the Celtics—"

"Oh, oh, oh—" the people of Camelot screamed. To be honest, everyone felt that King Arthur's slogan this time was a bit awkward.

After all, everyone is somewhat uncomfortable with the sudden change of jobs.

But everyone knew that the Fairy of the Lake gave them the sword of King Arthur. Even the Lady of the Lake stood on the side of the Æsir, so everyone was not so resistant.

Not to mention, at this moment, the incarnation of the Lady of the Lake was standing beside King Arthur, personally helping him!

The power bonus brought by a true god is extremely terrifying.

The Camelot warriors felt a faint cool breath lingering around them. It not only helped them resist the invasion of chaotic aura, but also provided them with treatment as soon as they were injured, and also brought them various additional divine blessings.

The blessings King Arthur's knights received were even more powerful.

The blessings brought by the priesthoods of [Royalty], [Sky], [Water], and [Magic] are already exaggerated enough. What truly makes the knights fearless is the blessing of [Death]!

Yes! Even if they died in battle, they could become heroic spirits and continue to protect Camelot and the Celtic world. This was the ultimate embodiment of the knights’ spirit of sacrifice.

When they thought of this, the deformed giants on the opposite side, who were twice as tall as them, became less scary.

Under the command of King Arthur's holy sword, the infantry battle line began to march in orderly steps, advancing in small steps.

And above their heads, as the sound of heavy bowstrings vibrated, countless large crossbow arrows cut through the sky and shot towards the giant skirmish line hundreds of meters away.

"what!"

"Wow--"

"Ow!"

The deformed giants were hit hard and fell dead one after another.

These thick crossbow arrows, which were longer than the legs of an adult human, were shot at the giants who were only two people tall. Even if they did not hit the vital parts, they could still cruelly nail them to the ground.

For a moment, the momentum of the Fomor Chaos Giant stagnated.

"Attack--" Odin waved his hand, and Elata and Lancelot, with their men, began to charge towards the mortal line.

The giant's heavy footsteps shook the earth.

At this distance, there is nothing in the world more powerful than human crossbows. When human catapults were still quite crude, the crossbow was the most powerful weapon of mankind.

Only when the giants get within a hundred meters can they see huge fireballs whizzing towards the human main formation and hitting the giants' faces.

"Ahhhh-"

Some giants were turned into familiar people on the spot, while others were electrocuted so much that they convulsed all over and collapsed to the ground.

But more Fomorian giants, relying on the turbid water elements protecting their bodies, carried the arrows of human longbowmen, rushed to the mortal battle lines, raised their clubs and struck hard, splitting mountains and rocks.

"Snapped!"

Several bloody human figures were knocked down.

However, with the blessing of the holy halo, the mortal soldiers showed no fear at all. They raised their three-meter-long infantry spears and stabbed hard at the almost unprotected body of the giant.

"Puff puff!"

Some giants fell, but many more mortal soldiers were buried with them.

Extremely cruel exchanges of life are happening all the time.

(End of this chapter)