Chapter 983

Arjuna failed, and upon witnessing Arjuna's entire failure, the Celtic camp completely collapsed.

"Are we... are we still fighting?"

"Fight my ass! Run! That kind of person! He is simply not someone we should be facing!"

"No! Deserters will be killed!"

"It doesn't matter, charging up is death anyway, might as well run while we can! Perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope!"

Once military morale collapses, this war is effectively over.

And at this moment, even Fergus, Cú Chulainn, and Medb could not organize a great army! It's like a battle on two sides: you are holding a spear, and the other side is throwing missiles at you—how could you not feel despair?

Watching the army scatter in all directions, Cú Chulainn also understood that the situation was lost.

"Medb! Fergus! Beowulf! Charge with me! Even if we lose! We must lose with dignity!"

That's right! Winning is definitely impossible! But! They are heroes! At this moment, they must face it like heroes! And the three of them clearly understood this truth.

"Kill!!!"

"Kill!!!"

"Kill!!!"

Even Medb followed along and shouted loudly! She had finally found Lin Ye! Even if she were to die in his arms! She would absolutely not retreat!

Watching the four Heroic Spirits charging against the current toward everyone, all the Servants on Lin Ye's side exchanged a glance, and then...

"How can I let you disturb our commander!" Diarmuid rushed out holding his twin swords; he blocked Fergus directly, however, on one side, Scáthach stopped him.

"Let me handle it."

Scáthach knew the awkward relationship between Diarmuid and the opponent, so, being understanding, she stepped forward. Although she wanted to discipline that unfilial disciple, Karna was one step faster than her.