Chapter 461: Angel Legion

Murphy didn't run away.

He had already figured out the current situation.

If calculated according to the AD calendar, it is about 400 AD.

Many things have happened on this land of Great Britain.

First of all, because the Xiongnu people from the mysterious ancient country in the distant East were beaten to the point of not being able to survive, they migrated westward, causing Europe to be almost killed through by the Xiongnu—even if they couldn't beat the mysterious ancient country in the East, the combat power of the Xiongnu was still enough to crush all the barbarians in Europe.

Whether it was the Alans or the Goths, they were defeated in the face of the powerful offensive of the Xiongnu. For the sake of survival, these Germanic people had to migrate westward, eventually leading to the collapse of the Holy Roman Empire under the impact of the barbarians.

Thus, the Romans who had ruled Great Britain for nearly five hundred years had to withdraw from this remote and remote province, granting the British people freedom and the power of "self-defense."

With the withdrawal of the rulers, the Christian faith, which had established an absolute advantage in the process of colonization, was challenged again.

Along with the military forces rising in various parts of Britain, the indigenous polytheistic faith that had been suppressed by Christianity raised its head again.

At the same time, the Germanic people (Jutes, Anglo-Saxons, etc.) who were migrating and some of the Greeks and Romans who were hammered by the Germanic people fled to the British Isles, and also brought their gods.

On this land today, there are many gods such as the Christian God, the indigenous Tuatha Dé Danann of the Celts, the Norse Aesir gods brought by the Jutes, and the Olympian pantheon of the Greeks and Romans, which can be said to be gathered together and extremely lively.

And they are also fighting each other to compete for the faith rule of this land.

The gods are fighting, which is exactly the stage Murphy needs.

Before long, more than a dozen god-children surrounded Murphy.

They were all descendants of the indigenous gods of Britain, and most of them belonged to the Tuatha Dé Danann. Murphy saw a giant carrying a big pot. From Merlin's memory, Murphy knew that his divine power came from the Dagda, the King of the Tuatha Dé Danann. There was also a sturdy man holding a long spear, who was Cú Chulainn, a descendant of the God of Light Lugh.

Besides that, some god-children came from more ancient primitive worship. These god-children mostly had strange shapes, and many of them had characteristics of various animals and plants, such as the descendants of the forest god with deer antlers and long hair, or the descendants of the ocean god with fins on their backs and arms, etc.

The gods were vaguely led by Cú Chulainn, who had short golden hair, but his face was quite peculiar, with one eye sunken and one protruding, and both hands had seven fingers each. He looked at the scorched head of Merlin on the ground and actually let out a laugh.

And in the laughter, his beard and hair were all stretched, his body gradually expanded, his blood basin mouth cracked, and pupils kept appearing in his eyes, and the whole person began to exude an extremely crazy and violent aura.

This is his posture when preparing for battle. This god-child has always been known for his uncontrollable anger and strong combat power.

Just as the battle was about to break out, a horn suddenly came from afar.

The originally clear sky suddenly gathered thick clouds, strong winds rose, flying sand and stones, and the scorching sun dyed the clouds into a fiery red, like burning rolling magma.

The horn sound came from above the red-as-fire cloud group.

And as the horn sounded, pure white feathers fell like snowflakes.

"Angels!" someone screamed in horror.

This scene was obviously not the first time it had happened. The gods looked at each other and saw the panic in each other's eyes. Only Cú Chulainn still had a wild laugh. The long spear in his hand suddenly burst into dazzling light, and then it was thrown out.

The long spear pierced the atmosphere like a cannonball, immediately revealing the scene above the thick clouds.

Under the scorching sun, countless angels with wings on their backs were like locusts, almost obscuring the sun.

"Lir, watch him!" Cú Chulainn ordered a giant beside him, and then jumped up, rushed into the clouds, and the other god-children also used their means, rushed out of the camp, and fought with the angel legion swooping down from the sky.

The giant Lir put down the big pot on his back and sat on it, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Murphy, "You are not allowed to move, Cú Chulainn said to let me watch you."

Murphy smiled and really didn't move, found a stool and sat down.

On this land, the Christian God's power is still the largest today. He just happened to see the combat power of these angels.

But the angel legion was not the only attacker. On the ground, a cavalry team of mortals held high the cross war flag and also rushed over, shouting the holy name in their mouths, launching a charge towards the camp.

The soldiers in the camp also picked up weapons one after another, ready to meet the attack in front of the camp. The wizards began to release their respective magic in various strange ways, fortune-telling, cursing, blessing, but very few wizards could truly release an attack magic with some power.

Soon, the cavalry killed into the camp, and one charge tore a hole in the hastily organized defense of the camp, like a sharp sword, trying to chisel through the entire camp.

And in the sky, the god-children also fell into a bitter battle. The crazy son of Lugh was already in a state of terrible rage, his limbs began to twist and deform, and even extra limbs grew out. His power was also extremely amazing, and he could tear an angel in half at will, and broken corpses kept falling from the air, and blood splashed like rain.

But there were too many angels. Even if their individual combat power didn't look much stronger than an ordinary soldier who could fly, and they would only use a single move like spear throwing, they were endless.

And at the same time, Murphy noticed that in the four positions in the sky, there were some angels who didn't seem to participate in the battle. They held horns and lined up in a ring, seeming to be performing some kind of ritual.

As more and more angels and mortals fighting below died, suddenly, the horn angels in the four positions blew their horns again.

Four beams of light shone down from the high sky somewhere, casting into the angels standing in the center of the ring.

The flesh of that angel was instantly stripped away in the light, and boundless radiance gathered with a certain core in its body, condensing into a six-winged human figure.

Its head had a halo, its body turned into boundless light, and even the wings behind it couldn't see the form of flesh and blood, as if purely constructed of light. The surging magic fluctuation in that tall body was no less than any true god Murphy had seen, and it looked extremely dangerous.

Archangel.

In Merlin's memory, this is the leader of the extremely difficult angel legion. Usually, one requires more than a dozen god-children to join forces to repel, but at this moment, four such archangels came.

Just as Murphy noticed them, the attack began.

One of the archangels turned into a beam of light and rushed towards an eagle-headed god-child. At the moment of approaching, it suddenly appeared. Its light wings behind it turned into the shape of claws, binding the eagle-headed god-child. At the same time, another archangel also appeared behind the god-child as if prepared, holding a giant sword and slashing at the god-child's head.

Fortunately, a long spear blocked the giant sword in time, making the god-child avoid the ending of being beheaded.

But there were four archangels. Cú Chulainn saved one, but couldn't save everyone. Before long, the third archangel used some kind of binding magic to trap the god-child of the ocean pantheon, and then the latter was pierced through the heart by the magic bow transformed by the last archangel.

Cú Chulainn was left and right, but the four archangels cooperated tacitly, and the attack methods were strange. They relied on vast magic to use various powerful magic without spells, firmly suppressing the gods, and soon caused fatal injuries to several of them.

And every time a god-child was injured, he would be sent back to the giant Lir in the camp, who would throw the injured god-child into his big pot.

That pot has extraordinary healing ability. Murphy watched the heart of the ocean pantheon god-child with a big hole grow back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the speed at which the god-children were injured was too fast. The previous one had not yet recovered, and the next injured person was sent over. In just a few minutes, six or seven god-children had been stuffed into that big pot, and one of the worst ones was even chopped into seven or eight pieces, and it was unknown whether he could be saved.

The battle had entered an extremely unfavorable state. On the ground, the cavalry holding the cross war flag had broken through the defense of the camp and was turning their horses, preparing to start the second charge. The soldiers in the camp were divided into several small pieces, in chaos, and could no longer organize effective resistance. Failure was a foregone conclusion.

And in the sky, the god-children had also reached the end of their rope. But in just a moment, two more god-children were killed, and their corpses were completely destroyed, leaving only the flesh and blood bursting in the sky, which could not be saved no matter what.

In the end, only Cú Chulainn was still struggling to death.

One of his arms and one of his legs were blown off, and there were several holes in his chest and abdomen, blood splashing like money. If it weren't for the endless rage burning in his chest, he would have been unable to move long ago.

But even so, it was just a trapped beast fight, and anyone could see his inevitable fate of death.

"Woo woo, Cú Chulainn... everyone..." The giant Lir actually cried, his big face covered with snot and tears. The magic in his big pot was also about to run out. If Cú Chulainn was defeated, he would not be able to save his best friend, and everyone here today would die.

"Dagda, almighty father..."

"Great Lugh, invincible God of Light..."

"Save us..."

The giant Lir knelt down and prayed to the distance. Many soldiers and wizards in the camp also knelt on the ground like him.

In this proxy war of gods, failure was a foregone conclusion. The only way they could survive was to pray that the gods behind them could show some mercy.

But a voice broke their fantasy.

"Don't waste your efforts."

Murphy stood up at some point, "The individual combat power of angels is very limited. They sent so many people to form a magic barrier. This place has been isolated by the divine power of the Christian God, and your gods cannot hear your prayers at all."

"Of course, the long-term disconnection of believers is also very abnormal, but your gods did not appear. Either they are stupid enough not to realize what happened here, or they don't want to take the risk of jumping into a trap to save you."

"In any case, your fate is already set."

"Woo... my father... woo... Cú Chulainn..." The giant cried even more sadly.

Tsk.

This big guy's head doesn't seem to be very smart.

With no one to pick up the words, Murphy had to pick them up himself, "But fortunately, I am here. Giant Lir, do you want to save your friend?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 462 =====