Chapter 139: It's Impossible For Britain To Have A God-King As Well
Scáthach was so angry she laughed.
Originally, although she had frightened Cú Chulainn a bit, she hadn't actually planned to beat him up directly—after all, if she were going to take action, she would have done so long ago, and she certainly wouldn't have given him time to explain.
But now, seeing Cú Chulainn's self-righteous attitude…
You still think you're in the right!?
Scáthach threw the notebook in her hand at Cú Chulainn, then pulled out another spear.
Seeing Scáthach's reaction, Cú Chulainn also grew serious.
However, when he caught the notebook Scáthach had thrown at him, he felt something was off just by the texture of the paper on the cover's spine!
Taking advantage of the moment Scáthach was walking toward him, he flipped open the notebook.
Then…
[Table of Contents]
[Chapter One: The Terrifying Queen of the Dead City]
[Chapter Two: The Ancient Ruler]
[Chapter Three: The Crawling and Sneaking Chaos]
Just this table of contents made Cú Chulainn feel uneasy. After flipping through a few pages at random, he felt his vision darken. The earlier bravado vanished completely, replaced by frantic waving toward the approaching Scáthach.
"No, no, no! It wasn't me—"
"I never taught you to explain everything with weak, flimsy words. A warrior solves problems like a warrior!"
Before Cú Chulainn could finish, Scáthach's spear was already thrusting toward him!
This forced Cú Chulainn to swallow the 253 words he was about to say and hurriedly raise his own spear to block Scáthach's attack.
Even when Cú Chulainn was alive, he was no match for Scáthach.
Even if Scáthach wasn't in the Land of Shadows and wasn't at her strongest, Cú Chulainn still couldn't rival her.
Not to mention, he was currently in the form of a Heroic Spirit…
Scáthach's spear strike nearly sent Cú Chulainn to his knees, and her incredibly heavy spear then unleashed a torrential onslaught like a rainstorm!
Noah could handle such attacks from Scáthach, but that didn't mean others could.
Especially since, after executing her assault, Scáthach could occasionally carve Rune Magecraft directly in front of you with her twin spears and immediately activate its effects!
Under such circumstances, defending against Scáthach's attacks was extremely difficult!
Even if you wielded a great shield, you couldn't block all the attacks, including those infused with Rune Magecraft.
Let alone when Cú Chulainn was holding only a spear.
As a result, three hours later, when Scáthach snorted coldly and turned to leave, nearly eighty percent of the items in the basement had been shattered. Cú Chulainn lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, bruised and battered, with numerous spear wounds slowly healing thanks to the Heroic Spirit's magical energy supply.
Witnessing his interaction with Scáthach, Marcus was astonished that the guy who had been researching the Heroic Spirit summoning ritual with him these past few days actually knew this blue spearman. Moreover, judging by their mutual attitude, this Lyra was likely the Queen of the Land of Shadows herself!
This revelation struck him with immense shock.
If Noah hadn't sent him out of the basement early on, he might have been caught in the crossfire of Scáthach and Cú Chulainn's battle while still in a daze.
Hmm... That could hardly be called a fight; it was practically a one-sided beating for Cú Chulainn...
After Scáthach left, Noah walked over to Cú Chulainn, who was lying on the ground, first using his life force to heal his injuries, then shaking his head helplessly.
"Why did you have to provoke her... Since you're her disciple, you should've known what would happen if you angered her, right?"
Hearing Noah's words, Cú Chulainn slowly got up once his injuries were healed. He first thanked Noah, then glanced in the direction Scáthach had left and clicked his tongue.
"It's precisely because I'm her disciple that I know. It's not about whether I angered her or not, that old hag—"
Whoosh—
As soon as Cú Chulainn said this, a streak of red light shot in from the direction of the exit, striking him squarely and pinning him to the wall behind him on the spot!
This was the basement, specially reinforced to prevent issues with the Heroic Spirit summoning.
If it had been one of the houses outside, that strike would've likely sent Cú Chulainn straight through the wall into the next room!
Noah looked at Cú Chulainn, who was pinned to the wall and had completely lost consciousness, and the crimson spear that gradually dissolved into fiery, flowing light. He could only sigh helplessly and once again used his life force to heal Cú Chulainn's injuries.
"If you don't court death, you won't die... So, why did you have to provoke her for no reason?"
At the moment Cú Chulainn was summoned, in the Roman palace, within the Senate's work area, a young man draped in a blue hooded cloak suddenly looked in Cú Chulainn's direction.
"To think something like a Heroic Spirit could appear in this era... It seems Rome has welcomed quite an extraordinary individual."
If Cú Chulainn were here, he would likely be very surprised to see this person.
Because the face that seemed hidden beneath the hood but was actually barely concealed at all... was identical to his own!
Moreover, the clothes the other wore and the wooden staff placed beside him—Cú Chulainn recognized them all. Back when he was known as the Sage of the Forest, he dressed like this and carried this staff.
If he were summoned under the Caster class, he would likely look exactly like this man!
Yet he also knew clearly that this person was definitely not him...
Perhaps only Noah would be able to recognize him here.
This person was the Caster-class "Big Dog" from FGO, and in his current state, perhaps he should be addressed by the true name behind the Caster Cú Chulainn alias—the King of Gods of the Norse Pantheon, Odin!
"Though it wouldn't hurt to go take a look, for now, I should report this matter with a different spin, and then..."
Odin looked toward the palace.
He was well aware of the Sword Emperor's departure.
He had grown quite accustomed to such matters, but if that Cú Chulainn had been summoned as a Heroic Spirit, he might need to switch identities as well.
And the position of Roman Emperor suited him perfectly.
"Though Britain has now declared war on Rome, if I become the Emperor of Rome, many things will no longer matter. It's the Huns on the other hand..."
The reason he had taken on this identity and emerged now was precisely because of the Huns.
Otherwise, he should never have appeared in this era to begin with.
"The White Titan and Velber... A cycle every fourteen thousand years was already troublesome enough. Who would have thought this time the cycle would accelerate? Ugh! Again and again, how utterly annoying!"
Odin was deeply wary of the Huns—or rather, of the White Titan and Velber.
If possible, what he wanted was to prevent Velber from reestablishing contact with the White Titan, its vanguard, and thus stop the White Titan from manifesting.
Otherwise, if the White Titan appeared, it would be far beyond his ability to handle.
As for Britain...
Odin paid it no mind at all.
Even though this world now forbade his true form from descending, forcing him to operate through an avatar with greatly diminished power...
Even so, he was still Odin, the God-King.
How could a mere group of humans possibly oppose him?
Even if those humans bore the blessings of the Age of Gods, it made no difference!
To the era he hailed from, humans blessed by the Age of Gods were nothing more than ordinary people of that time!
So, Britain was truly nothing to worry about.
It wasn't as if a God-King would suddenly appear on the other side, right?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
If gods could still walk the earth freely, he would have descended in his true form long ago. Why bother operating through an avatar like this?
Sigh.
"Enough about Britain. Better to switch identities first, then figure out how to deal with the White Titan and Velber... Britain? Just weeds.
"Forget it!"