The Greece Antagonist

However, this method of suppression is ultimately a temporary fix like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Once Morgan, who acts as the central suppressor, falls due to excessive consumption, the calamities he has locked away in Chalk City will likely make a return.

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

"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't." Morgan shook his head, a hint of helplessness on his pale face, "The Celts have endured numerous Great Invasions; the gods fought ceaselessly to seize great authority over the world, accelerating the consumption of the world's life force and planting many hidden dangers. Now, this world has already entered its twilight years, with the mystery that maintains life and the deities fading rapidly. The various laws and orders are losing balance, naturally triggering a series of great calamities. If I were still in my prime, I might try, but with my current strength, I can only barely suppress it."

"So, this world is dying?"

Luo En's eyes flashed as he voiced the conclusion he heard from Gwen.

Morgan nodded, her expression somewhat gray:

"You could say that."

"What about the Danu gods? They don't care?"

"What does it matter if they do? Deities are not eternal; excessive compassion will only lead them to the same fate as Gwen, with the flames extinguished and themselves reduced to ashes. Moreover, 'mercy' and 'devotion' are rare traits among the gods..."

"And what about you?" Luo En retorted.

"I'm different from them; we have our plans." Saying this, a hint of ease and hope appeared on Morgan's pale face, "As long as the plan goes smoothly, we might truly save this collapsing world."

Luo En listened carefully, his eyes quietly flickering.

Here, "we" likely refers to the Lake Fairy group; they must be secretly planning something.

Recalling the Chalk City that appeared behind Morgan earlier, along with the twelve light anchors stitching the world's "wounds," and combining various legends from later generations, Luo En vaguely had some guesses.

—The Eternal King Arthur!

That is, to cultivate a Savior with unique power and mission using existing strength, which is probably what the Lake Fairies are secretly plotting.

Of course, the cake of power is only so big.

For an outsider to take a bite means less for themselves.

The four on Sky Island would never allow an unborn little guy to seize their authority and replace their divine positions.

It is likely realizing this point that the Morgan Sisters left Ireland, the base of the Danu Divine Race, and quietly came to the more desolate Britain. As Lake Fairies, they walk the world, redeveloping faith and subtly pulling the threads of fate.

But unfortunately, the idea is beautiful, yet reality is cruel.

According to later legends, the Lake Fairies' salvation plan will ultimately fail, with the Celtic God Era's mystery rapidly fading after King Arthur's death.

Furthermore, it seems that King Arthur betrayed during his life, joining the Christian tide and turning against the Morgan Sisters, who represent the interests of the Celtic gods.

Luo En rubbed his brows, finding it hard to reveal this harsh future. So he turned to another question lingering in his mind:

"Is it only the Celts that are plagued with multiple disasters, or are other worlds facing various apocalyptic crises as well?"

"In theory, they're all the same."

Morgan gathered his strength and explained solemnly,

"The sun rises and will set, tides expand and will recede, life grows and will perish... The world is the same. The gods, humans, elves, animals, and plants, all kinds of life, are fruits sprouted from the world's tree. All things survive and propagate by absorbing the world's nutrients and in turn, nourish the world with their remains."

But this balance cannot last long.

Over time, the strong among the lives will emerge, like gods and mysterious creatures. To avoid death, they will greedily suck the world's nutrients, gradually breaking the original balance. And the world will, in this process, gradually age and die. Next, all the calamities lurking in the darkness will erupt, wiping out one bug after another on the tree. If it endures, there will be a dawn after the night, allowing it to struggle a few more eras. If not, the whole tree may be hollowed out and toppled."

—I see.

Luo En nodded silently, roughly understanding this as a necessary process in the development of a God Era world.

Greece is like this, the Nordic is like this, and so are the Celts...

And all he can do is find ways to let his world navigate through the crisis.

"Is there a way to break from this cycle?" Luo En continued to ask.

"There is!" Morgan nodded solemnly, announcing the answer, "Transcend the Origin, become God above, break all rules, and become the creator of order oneself!"

That phrase again.

The Nordic Origin God Orlog also said this...

It seems that to transcend all shackles and become truly immortal, this is the only way. No wonder that old guy is obsessed with it, wanting to assimilate him into a sacrifice at all times, devouring his divinity and his world.

However, he's not much more noble than Orlog.

Whoever can enter the finals and become the last winner in this battle royale, they will each rely on their abilities.

Seeing Luo En not speak for a long time, Morgan consoled:

"What God above is, even I don't know. It's too distant for us to consider. Rather than worrying about things that haven't happened, it's better to step firmly and make the most of each step."

"Makes sense, thank you for the lesson."

Luo En came to his senses, smiling and nodding in agreement, then asked:

"So, is everything resolved? Can we leave now?"

"There are still some parts where dead air and filth are too deeply intertwined with the soil; they've completely merged, and I can't remove them for now."

Morgan glanced at the dark green earth beneath him, showing a trace of helplessness,

"For now, have the Cornwall County send troops to seal off this valley, to prevent outsiders from mistakenly entering and getting eroded by the dead air and filth inside. Once I've recovered, I'll continue solving this issue."

"No need to bother with that."

Luo En pointed at the crown above his head, proactively saying,

"Gwen entrusted everything to me before dying. Even if I can't help much, I should at least do something; leave the rest to me."

After a brief hesitation, Morgan nodded in agreement, not forgetting to advise,

"Just be careful, don't overextend yourself."

Luo En nodded, stepping forward to pick up the Golden Curse Blade from the ground, cutting open his palm, letting the divine blood spill onto the earth, and solemnly chanting:

"Proclaim:

I govern slaughter, I govern life.

What I wound, I heal.

Nothing that surpasses my palm.

Nothing that escapes my gaze.

Cause it to perish.

Rotten, aged, I summon all back.

Rely on me, learn from me, obey me.

At the moment of rest,

Not forgetting song, not forgetting prayer, not forgetting me.

With my lightness, relieve all burdens, rest in my hand.

For your sin, anoint and imprint.

Eternal life, granted by death.

Forgiveness is here, I shall pity this wretched soul..."

Under the singing and poetry-like chant, a misty white light spread throughout the valley.

The dead air and grievances gathered in the soil quickly dissolved under this wash, turning into strands of green smoke dispersing.

As a single ray of light pierced the night's curtain, announcing the arrival of dawn, the once desolate and barren valley came alive with the sound of birds and insects, and a white dove daringly landed on Luo En's fingertip, cooing.

"There's a letter, seems to be from Cornwall."

Luo En took the letter tube with the Duke of Cornwall family's emblem from the dove's ankle and handed it to Morgan on the throne.

Morgan opened it and scanned it, revealing a faint smile on her pale face:

"Let's go, the city has prepared a reception banquet, waiting for us. Would you mind giving me a hand?"

"I'd be delighted."

Luo En smilingly supported the somewhat weak Morgan, the two palms carrying dried golden blood, clasped together in the sunlight.