Chapter 1065: Chapter 115: Morgan: So You’re Slandering ? (Extra Update Completed, Please Vote)
With soft jade in his embrace, Luo En did not reach out proactively to touch it, rely standing in place, quietly serving as a supporting barrier.
This genteel reaction instantly kindled so goodwill in Morgan’s heart.
She shook her sowhat dizzy head slightly and whispered:
“Help up first.”
Luo En nodded gently, raised his hand, and assisted Morgan back to the green stone throne.
The fairy knights Bawansi and Bagster, who reacted a mont too late, hurriedly rushed forward to ask with concern:
“Mother, how are you?”
Morgan shook her head, saying:
“It’s nothing. Give the item.”
“But your body…”
“That’s an order!”
Hearing the increased intensity in their mother’s voice, Bawansi could only dejectedly nod, very unwillingly taking out a golden dagger inscribed with Ogan Tree Rune from her person and handing it to Morgan on the throne.
——[Invading Blade Gold].
This is the na of the item, a divine artifact from within the Druid sect, essentially a cursed blade used during sacrifices.
It is said that it can easily pierce the crevice between body, mind, and soul, completing the division of sacrifices.
Therefore, during major ceremonies of the Druid sect, the “Black Holy Mother” Morgan would ascend the altar, wielding this sharp blade to dismber the sacrifices, blessing the world and the gods.
The familiar cold touch fell into her palm. Morgan exhaled a bit of turbid air from her chest and, gripping [Invading Blade Gold] in reverse, slashed the palm of her other hand.
Golden blood of the deities imdiately gushed from the wound, sketching out a magic circle diagram made of Ogan Tree Rune at Morgan’s feet.
Retract the cursed blade, strike the scepter.
The surrounding space suddenly rippled like a stone thrown into a lake, casting the illusion of a towering citadel behind Morgan.
The city’s main body, constructed of chalk soil, appeared majestic and holy.
Twelve towering spires were arranged in a circle, and the light bands shooting from the top of the towers ford a gigantic magic circle in the sky, enveloping the entire city, resembling twelve light anchors connecting heaven and earth.
Golden breezes traversed the city, and the bronze giant bell atop the clock tower rang five tis with joyous fervor.
Simultaneously, the grand gates of the royal palace in the city’s center, symbolizing the seat of power, slowly opened.
This was a structure rging the mystical elents of the fairy clan with the austere militaristic designs of human society. Dominated by oppressive dark tones and adorned with majestic golden patterns, the towering throne stood at the end of an expansive hall, compelling any mortal life inside to feel an urge of reverent worship.
At this mont, in the valley.
As the golden blood flowing from Morgan’s hand increased, the illusion of Chalk City behind her gradually solidified, and the throne in the royal palace slowly overlapped with the throne she sat upon.
When the two fully rged, Morgan on the throne slowly opened her eyes, which had transford into a golden hue, and a sharp aura burst forth from her. The magic wand in her hand heavily struck the ground, like a queen issuing commands.
Imdiately, the twelve high towers in Chalk City vibrated in unison, and the magic circle diagram woven above them began to reverse, forming a giant golden vortex.
Black death energy and resentnt surged from Morgan into the golden vortex in the sky, drawn by the golden divine light flow.
Finally, after a good fifteen minutes of transmission, the golden vortex closed, Chalk City faded, and the gloomy and deathly aura on Morgan disappeared.
But at the sa ti, she was nearly exhausted, drenched in sweat and slumped on the green stone throne, barely able to perform the simple action of lifting her finger to stop her own bleeding.
Fortunately, a warm white light enveloped her palm, swiftly healing her wound.
Morgan turned her head, nodding in thanks to Luo En nearby.
“Again, I troubled you, thank you.”
“Just a small favor.”
Luo En casually replied, his gaze turning to the golden cursed blade on the ground.
Not only can it dismber living things, but it can also be used to separate and sacrifice oneself?
If his earlier feeling wasn’t mistaken, this enchantress had precisely utilized the unique function of this divine artifact to separate and offer her divinity, spirit, and authority upon the altar, creating a prison designed to contain and suppress the [Calamity].
The throne is the control center, the twelve towers are the pillars, the bronze giant bell signifies warning…
“Just now, the bronze bell in that city rang five tis, does it have any special aning?” Luo En voiced his curiosity.
“This proves that Mother has suppressed five calamities of the sa level as the current [Catastrophe of the Frenzied Hunt] for this world!”
Bawansi stepped forward proudly to reply, appearing honored.
Luo En suddenly understood, looking at Morgan on the throne, weary and pale-faced, with eyes showing a trace of surprise.
This is the heartless and ruthless enchantress of later legends? The demonized wanton woman?
How is it different from what was anticipated?
A mont later, Luo En realized and awkwardly rubbed his slightly itching nose.
Like the Nordic creation myth docunted in the “Poetic Edda,” the Celtic epic that made Morgan widely known—”King Arthur Legend,” was also written by Christians.
It was a ti when the entire European world was undergoing Christianization. To propagate their orthodoxy, they naturally lavished praise on King Arthur, the chosen convert.
And Morgan, this Celtic native goddess and the Druid sect’s Black Holy Mother, naturally beca the focus of vilification, playing the unsavory villain in the stories, so any bizarre sar in later generations is no surprise.
On another note, being able to single-handedly resolve five [Great Calamities] for her world is truly remarkable.
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