The Greece Antagonist
Chapter 1119 - 135: The one who makes others green will be greened in turn

Chapter 1119: Chapter 135: The one who makes others green will be greened in turn

The next day, the gates of the Royal City slowly opened.

Finn, riding the Horse of the Underworld, led dozens of Divine Blood Heroes and thousands of skilled warriors from the Fiona Battle Group in a grand march towards the Alien Race Camp outside the city.

Several ravens soaring in the sky captured every movement of the Irish army, reflecting it simultaneously on a Magic Water Plate.

In the ship’s cabin, Odin raised his one eye and looked at the Magic Water Plate:

"Still unwilling to give up?"

"We must struggle a bit."

Luo En swirled the wine glass in his hand and remarked with a playful smile,

"Give it your all, what if we win?"

"What if?"

Odin snorted and shook his head, a hint of cruelty appearing on his aged face,

"Fine, I will shatter their last illusion!"

The Nordic God of Military Strategy stood up and walked out of the cabin. The Warrior King Sigurd, Raven King Herolf, War-tooth King Harald, Blood Axe King Eric, and the Dragon Slayer Beowulf, among other fierce and valiant Nordic tribesmen, were already waiting on the shore.

Upon seeing Odin’s arrival, the Viking Warriors erupted in excited battle cries, their blood burning like flames, muscles bulging like tree roots, joints cracking, and their bodies expanding several times over under the influence of the Berserker Technique, transforming into menacing human tanks charging straight at the Fiona Battle Group.

The two armies met on the battlefield, with the Divine Blood Heroes and warriors instinctively finding their respective opponents.

Naturally, the leading Great Commander Finn matched up against the Warrior King Sigurd.

The Rainbow Spear stirred up the illusion of the Wisdom Salmon, but the surging waves evaporated into starlight upon reaching Sigurd’s Magic Sword. Sigurd advanced with wave-like light patterns, the edge of the Glamor Sword cleaving through the Celtic Battle Pattern on Finn’s chest, but just as it aimed to pierce deeper into the vitals, Finn’s body exploded, the dense Water Light turning into an Ice Crystal prison upon touching Sigurd.

This was a Secret Technique of the Danu Divine Race and the Deep Sea Giant Clan, enabling one to escape with water flow and trap enemies.

In the previous battle in the forest outskirts of the city, the lack of moisture made many of Finn’s spells difficult to use. However, on today’s battlefield by the sea, he could fully leverage his advantage.

The tides raised by the Rainbow Spear morphed into thousands of silver-scaled salmon, attacking the trapped Sigurd.

Sensing danger, Sigurd roared, shattering the ice. The Divine Pattern engraved on the Glamor Sword Blade hummed in vibration, golden flames surged, branding the entire battlefield into a charred chessboard. Finn’s left eye bore the Rune of the Wisdom Spring, each step precisely landed on the unburnt points of Fate, the splash raised by the spear tip suddenly erupted into a phantom of emerald trees, further restricting Sigurd’s movements.

The spear tip approached, unstoppable.

However, just as the Magic Spear in Finn’s hand was about to pierce the enemy’s heart, an inexplicable, stern look appeared on the face of the originally battle-eager Nordic Berserker.

With a twist of the wrist, the edge of the Glamor Sword plunged into the divine river raised by Finn, the cleaved water curtain suddenly revealing the fatal moment when this Great Commander was captured in salmon form.

Foreknowledge!

How can this guy also possess it?

Finn’s pupils contracted sharply, great horror filled his heart.

Due to consuming the Fish of Wisdom, Feitan, Finn had gained remarkable wisdom and prophecy abilities, becoming almost omniscient. Later, by harnessing this foreknowledge capability, he successfully saved the life of the Irish Supreme King Conmark, and thus was appointed as the Great Commander of the Fiona Battle Group, gradually reaching the pinnacle of his life.

Of course, wielding this power to glimpse Fate required an extremely costly price.

Each time it was employed, his lifespan would drastically diminish, and his body would age rapidly.

If not for a life-and-death crisis, he would absolutely refrain from using this trump card.

Unexpectedly, the secret technique he regarded as taboo was also known by this foreign brute before him. Not only did the opponent shatter his long-conceived scheme, but he also countered Finn on the spot.

"Boom!"

The roar of the clashing blades shredded all illusions. Finn’s right shoulder burst open with the imprint formed by Lun Rune, while Sigurd’s battle armor seeped with the mercury of the Wisdom Spring. Behind them, the sky was split in two, one half roiling with the ancient Celtic Star Sea, the other burning with Nordic dusk smoke.

Yet, in this seemingly evenly matched duel, victory and defeat were ultimately decided.

The blade of the Glamor Sword pierced through Finn’s shoulder, leaving a blackened scar like flames, while the Rainbow Magic Spear merely grazed Sigurd’s clothing.

A miss by a hair’s breadth could result in a discrepancy of a thousand miles.

"Pff!"

Finn spat out a mouthful of Golden Blood, staggering backward, his golden hair instantly turning white, and his formerly handsome visage beginning to sag with age.

Seeing Sigurd, now with his left eye half-closed, right eye open, and his aura becoming suddenly profound and obscure, walking over with the Glamor Sword in hand, Finn felt a vague premonition.

He had only ever experienced a similar oppressive feeling from his grandfather, Nuada.

These foreigners were not ordinary!

With intense anxiety, Finn instinctively looked toward the other side of the battlefield.

At this moment, Ao Xiang and other Druid Wizards had already determined the position of the Nordic Magician group through feedback from the Earth Veins. Cu Chulainn, Fergus, Queen Maeve, Gao’er, and other Divine Blood Heroes were also leading the Red Branch Knights and the main force of the Fiona Battle Group, charging towards that region.

However, as the distance closed, the originally fog-covered sky ripped open, sharp whistling sounds echoed incessantly, and countless points of light flickered.