Chapter 1104: Chapter 129: So it’s you who’s fishing for a legal case, right? _3
The information was exceptionally detailed, clearly indicating that before the battle, she and her Valkyrie sisters had done their howork.
“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.
Imdiately, 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 ters of the city that the soldiers on the wall realized sothing 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 scread off-key, frantically ringing the alarm bell, a jarring clang echoing throughout the city,
The soldiers, sensing sothing 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 mont, 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 so foreign tribe has landed in Alster?”
“Damn foreign barbarians, here to tornt 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 Supre King Conmark Mac Art, wearing a golden crown, with grey-white hair, yawned, straightened his body, and opened his sowhat 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 rember it was Fergus and Cu Chulainn guarding Alster. Haven’t they sent any ssages to the Royal Capital during this ti?”
“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, Supre King Conmark frowned, pondered for a mont, and then said:
“Light the Sacred Fla imdiately, prepare for the Great Sacrifice, inform the gods of Sky Island about this matter.”
“Understood…”
“Your Majesty, please wait a mont. 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 ard warriors clustered on either side, making him appear like the bright moon in the sky.
In contrast, the elderly and weakened Supre 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.”
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