The Greece Antagonist

The information was exceptionally detailed, clearly indicating that before the battle, she and her Valkyrie sisters had done their homework.

"The Son of Light Cu Chulainn? The Demon Sword Master Fergus? So, it's these two. If they encounter problems, those above surely won't be able to sit still."

Luo En spoke playfully and waved to give orders.

Immediately, Viking Warriors receiving the military command leapt from the warships like dumplings, quickly forming ranks on the shore, then turning into an unstoppable torrent, sweeping towards the Irish city ahead.

It wasn't until the army reached within a hundred meters of the city that the soldiers on the wall realized something was amiss, as if awakening from a dream, attempting to close the city gate.

However, it was too late.

Accompanied by sharp whistles, hundreds of curse bullets the size of basins smashed into the city gate, reducing the entire gate along with nearby soldiers to debris.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sentries on the city wall screamed off-key, frantically ringing the alarm bell, a jarring clang echoing throughout the city,

The soldiers, sensing something was seriously amiss, either turned to flee or hurriedly donned their armor, grabbed their weapons, and gathered at the shattered city gate.

The priests rushed into the temple, quickly praying at the altar, conveying the current crisis to nearby cities and to monarchs and heroes capable of turning the tide.

At this moment, a large number of Viking Warriors had already entered the city, clashing fiercely with the Celtic soldiers.

Screaming, roaring, and the sound of weapons clashing were incessant, as the entire city was soaked in blood and fire.

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Inside Ireland's United Royal Palace.

The elderly Druid polished the crystal ball in his hand, displaying the last scene before the city's fall in the hall, prompting heated discussions among everyone:

"It seems some foreign tribe has landed in Alster?"

"Damn foreign barbarians, here to torment us again!"

"It might turn out to be another Great Invasion."

The noisy voices rose and fell, seemingly waking the figure on the throne.

"Everyone quiet down, the sky isn't falling just yet."

With a low and aged murmur, Ireland's Supreme King Conmark Mac Art, wearing a golden crown, with grey-white hair, yawned, straightened his body, and opened his somewhat weary old eyes, looking at the elderly Druid in the court:

"When was this information obtained?"

"Three days ago."

"Is this the only news? I remember it was Fergus and Cu Chulainn guarding Alster. Haven't they sent any messages to the Royal Capital during this time?"

"No, since the battle started, Alster and the Royal Capital have lost contact."

The old Druid bent down and respectfully answered the nominal common ruler of Ireland.

Upon hearing this, Supreme King Conmark frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Light the Sacred Flame immediately, prepare for the Great Sacrifice, inform the gods of Sky Island about this matter."

"Understood…"

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment. Why bother the gods with such trivial matters? I can go personally!"

With a warm and magnetic voice, a figure combining youthful features and the sharpness of a warrior, with golden hair cascading like woven gold down to his waist, walked into the hall. Behind him, dozens of fully armed warriors clustered on either side, making him appear like the bright moon in the sky.

In contrast, the elderly and weakened Supreme King Conmark on the throne appeared overshadowed.

A barely perceptible gloom flashed in King Conmark's eyes, but he roused himself and with a smile asked:

"Finn, my Great Commander, you finally arrived! I was just about to discuss this matter with you. What are your thoughts? Feel free to share them."