Chapter 1260: Chapter 33: The Undutiful Daughters Who Dug Up Their Mother’s Grave (9k completed, asking for votes)
Southern Realm, Avalon Island.
“…In short, I’m afraid we’ll have to take so forced asures.”
Morgos finished speaking, picked up the honey water on the table to soothe her throat, and waited for a response.
However, after so ti, there was no response from either side.
She put down the cup and looked over.
Her two sisters, one of whom was looking down at the floor with a flushed face and behaving bashfully, and the other was gazing upward at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, idly studying the structure and aesthetics of the beams, as if these matters were more interesting than the significant event of the Mother Goddess’s return.
Morgos’s face darkened, and she slamd the table imdiately:
“What did I just say? Are you even listening seriously?”
Morgan and Vivian, startled by their elder sister’s severe scrutiny, lowered their heads guiltily.
Seeing this, Morgos felt a wave of exhaustion.
Since returning from Calot, her two sisters—one always daydreaming and giggling over an old notebook, and the other’s passive avoidance increasing, now showing so insincere compliance to her words.
And all these changes seed to stem from their continuous interactions with a certain person.
It had to be admitted that the Origin God was indeed skilled at handling won, unknowingly exerting such deep influence on her two sisters.
If she couldn’t rely on them for the mont, she could only take matters into her own hands.
Morgos sighed and said solemnly:
“The Mother Goddess’s return is obstructed, I’m preparing to activate the second plan.”
Morgan was taken aback at this:
“Wouldn’t that be too aggressive? If it angers rlin, we might find ourselves at odds with Ro, the Nordic, and Greece, possibly sparking warfare…”
“There’s no choice in that matter. The longer ti drags on, the higher the growth of the [Container] becos, and the stronger its control over the [World]. If she continues to ss around, she might turn from guest to host, transforming the Mother Goddess’s divinity into her own nourishnt. I will never accept a mortal replacing the deities to beco the ruler of the Celts!”
Morgos replied coldly, her attitude firm.
After speaking, she did not wait for her sisters to object, and directly waved her hand to rotate the star disk over Avalon Island.
Tens of thousands of starlights reversed, the lake surface churned violently, revealing a stone staircase leading directly to the lake’s bottom.
Morgos stepped down the stairs one level at a ti and reached the crystal coffin surrounded and wrapped by sixty-six Celtic astrolabes at the lake bottom.
Taking a deep breath, the Enchantress raised her hands with the Golden Curse Blade and plunged it into the coffin lid.
Dense divinity particles condensed into tangible liquid gold, crazily pouring into the coffin.
Accompanied by the rhythm of a heartbeat, a pair of empty and icy golden eyes slowly opened.
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Ti flew by, and several years passed since the Barton Mountain battle.
Although the White Dragon Vortigern, the incarnation of calamity, had already fallen, the filth within the earth veins had not been fully removed, and abnormal events still sprouted sporadically across Britain.
So were magic beasts causing havoc, so were the Wild Hunt revived, so elves fallen into depravity, and so odd life forms coming to challenge the Round Table Knights…
These frequent troubleso occurrences, while unable to shake the authority of Calot and the Knight King, rendered the affairs in the Royal Palace extraordinarily busy.
The indirect victim in this situation was Luo En himself.
No other choice, Altria’s skill in balancing and managing was rather immature, or else the Round Table Knight Order wouldn’t eventually split in the future; as her teacher, to avert such outcos as much as possible, he had to step in occasionally, handling thorny political affairs and imparting experiential lessons on governance to Altria based on concrete examples.
Finally, after spending three days resolving the accumulated troubleso issues of three months, Luo En sighed with relief, slumping on the seat and calling out to the doorway:
“Altria, co for class.”
A figure walked in, bringing the snacks and als prepared by the kitchen.
However, it was Bedivere.
“The King is not here.”
“Where did she go?”
“Conway River. A magic beast nad Water-seeking Beast appeared there. It has occupied the upper reaches of the river, causing a large-scale flood and spreading plague. Many local people have died because of this, and they lack the ans to resolve this monster, hence appealed to Calot, beseeching the Holy City to dispatch Round Table Knights to eliminate this creature. The King, having spare ti, personally led a team there.”
Hearing this reply, Luo En was slightly relieved.
The Water-seeking Beast, also known as Avank, is a large creature with a serpent head, leopard belly, and lion hindquarters, symbolizing chaos. It also possesses claws resembling those of a deer or hare. When it runs fast, its abdon emits the sound of over forty hounds barking.
According to Celtic mythology, it primarily dwells in the Conway River Avank marsh, is incredibly sturdy and huge in build, and possesses rapid running speed, preferring life in water, it can create floods or spread plagues; any human injured by the Water-seeking Beast will catch a plague, inevitably leading to death.
Furthermore, as a product of ancient magic, it is conceived from the earth by powerful magic, impervious to blades or bullets.
Therefore, even if the local populace assembled forces, attempting to exterminate this monster with ordinary human weapons and strength, they would find it difficult to kill it, hence resorted to seeking aid from the Holy City Calot.
Having consud a piece of snack, Luo En continued asking:
“When will she return?”
“The King didn’t say, but it shouldn’t be too long, Sir Lancelot accompanies her. With their combined effort, dealing with a Water-seeking Beast is a piece of cake.”
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