The Greece Antagonist
Chapter 1107 - 131: Finn Controls Virgin, Alster is Good

Chapter 1107: Chapter 131: Finn Controls Virgin, Alster is Good

Ulster, the Royal Capital.

Several teams of fully-armed Celtic soldiers patrolled alternately on the city wall, still carrying the scent of blood from the great battle. Dozens of Druids were scattered guarding the torches set every twenty steps, cautiously maintaining the golden Sacred Flame in the basins, ensuring that the Magic Barrier covering the entire city remained erected to ward off evil intrusions.

Outside the walls, thick fog enveloped the wilderness, visibility was less than ten meters, and sound could not travel, as if iron curtains rose, enclosing the city and turning it into an isolated island.

A light breeze blew, spreading the fog towards the city walls. The golden flames in the basins burned fiercely, driving the fog away, but dimmed significantly in the process.

Has the reinforcements not arrived yet?

Several elder Druids gazed at the ever-dimming flame in the basins and the seemingly endless thick fog outside the walls, their eyes full of hidden worries.

Meanwhile, within the Royal Palace.

Cu Chulainn paced back and forth in front of the tightly closed palace doors, frowning at the incessant lewd noises coming from inside.

He was a tall and robust young warrior, his cobalt-blue battle outfit tightly wrapped his bronze sculpted muscles, crimson lines like molten cracks stretched from his neck to his ankles. His loose blue short hair resembled shattered ice, exuding sharpness, and the Ogan Rune dangling from his right earlobe trembled with battle intent. The Crimson Demon Spear rested on his shoulder, the Blood Beads dripping from the spearhead evaporated into a murderous aura before touching the ground. A spiral of green flames burned deep within his wolf-eyed pupils, and the white mist exhaled through his teeth condensed into fine Ice Spears, resonating thunderously with the dark red curse marks on his exposed chest that pulsed with his heartbeat.

As time passed by, Cu Chulainn grew increasingly impatient outside the door, the sound of grinding teeth became clearer, like a gradually agitated hunting dog.

Finally, a high-pitched scream emanated from inside, heralding the end of a battle.

Feeling the seal on the palace door loosen, Cu Chulainn, having reached his limit, kicked open the tightly shut doors without another word, storming into the great hall.

The vast hall was in disarray, remnants of cloth, water stains, and claw marks from after the battle were everywhere.

Disdainfully avoiding the mess around him, he approached the steps, looking somewhat dissatisfied at the pair still embracing and kissing on the Throne:

"Uncle, you are recovering, and the situation outside is unclear. At such times, you ought to exercise some restraint."

The man on the Throne was burly like a mountain, his copper-colored disheveled hair flowed like molten lava, his rugged jaw covered with tangled whiskers and beard. His bronzed skin was covered with scarred battle wounds sealed with blood scabs. Beneath his thick brows, his brown eyes burned like molten steel, radiating the fierce madness of a warrior. His exposed arms, muscled like old tree roots, a rough leather waist belt embedded with Celtic spiral patterns also sealing away his satiated lower half.

——King of Ulster, Fergus MacRoi.

This was Cu Chulainn’s uncle by seniority and also his adoptive father who raised him single-handedly.

"Haha, Cu Chulainn, lighten up, the sky hasn’t fallen yet. A qualified man, no matter the situation, should remain steady and continue as his usual self."

Heedless of his ward’s reproach, the burly man laughed heartily, showcasing the well-healed wounds on his chest, as he high-spiritedly proclaimed his life philosophy,

"If you want meat, feast! If you want wine, drink to your heart’s content! If you want women, boldly take them!"

Demon Sword Master Fergus, possessing strength seven times that of ordinary people, could devour seven deer, seven pigs, and seven cows per meal, drink seven barrels of fine wine per bout, and nightly required seven beauties to vent his insatiable lust.

Once the mighty King of Ulster, he lacked any semblance of a king’s image, instead, his forthright and valiant nature left the deepest impression.

Rather than a king, he was more akin to a heroic figure placed on the Throne.

"Uncle, I understand your point. But even if you desire company, you should choose a better class of partner. This woman has already had several husbands."

Cu Chulainn snorted coldly, looking with disdain at the beauty nestled in Fergus’s embrace:

Her pink gradient long hair leaped like petals, crowned with a Golden Deer Horn Crown symbolizing sovereignty, her emerald eyes flowed with arrogance and seduction. Clad in a deep purple and silver-threaded tight War Robe, her enticing curves were traced, her exposed shoulders and legs adorned with blood-red patterns, hiding wild sharpness. A Gilded Waist Chain and leather boots accentuated the oppressor’s aura, the Long Whip she wielded entwined with thorns, serving both as a Scepter and a weapon, her overall presence like a thorny rose—seductive, dangerous, yet irresistibly captivating to behold.

——Queen Maeve, the ruler of Connacht,

In the local language, this name meant "the intoxicating one," very aptly fitting truth. She had numerous lovers and was famously known as the most wanton woman in Ireland.

The reason for this woman’s presence here was, of course, due to the dense fog outside and the sudden formidable enemy from the sea.

In reality, this war involved not only Ulster but also entangled Connacht as a neighboring nation.

After a series of crushing defeats, the embarrassed leaders of the two nations met on the battlefield during a retreat and instantly chose to unite to resist this powerful foreign threat.

Yet, amidst collaboration, this pair of adulterers ignited into fervent flames, ending up in bed together, idling away their days in the Royal Palace and leaving the city’s defense entirely to the Red Branch Knights, which greatly dissatisfied Cu Chulainn.