Chapter 462: Waste of heavenly treasures

Cú Chulainn was being besieged by three archangels. Their bodies were extremely hot, and every attack carried rolling heat waves, which made Cú Chulainn feel as if he were facing his father, Lugh, the God of Light and Sun.

And when he threw his long spear with all his might, it only caused the other party to shed some golden blood, unable to cause too much damage.

His body was already broken, and even though this pain stimulated his anger, his tenacious fighting will could not change the fact that he was already exhausted.

A sense of despair rose in his heart.

And just then, the remaining two companion god-children in the distance were also knocked down by another archangel, who quickly joined the attack on him.

Three archangels surrounded him in the middle. Their light wings spread out, blocking the space where Cú Chulainn could dodge, and then he saw the last archangel pull open a giant bow made of fire and light.

A magic channel locked him. This arrow was aimed at his head, and he had no way to dodge.

"Ah!!" he roared crazily, his body expanded again, trying to make a final struggle.

"Bang!" The arrow shot out, but the death Cú Chulainn expected did not come. Instead, the archangel in front of him suddenly exploded, and golden blood, like molten metal, splashed onto him, burning away large patches of his skin.

But such pain was not worth mentioning compared to the change just now. He looked in astonishment at the headless archangel who lost its light in an instant, revealing a headless human figure.

That body was like a doll made of melted wax, without texture and details, only possessing a human shape.

But before he could see clearly, flames ignited on the body again, seeming to be recovering.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside the headless archangel. He stretched out a hand also wrapped in flames and pressed it down. The flames in his palm expanded suddenly, swallowing the archangel, and then suddenly retracted, and the archangel disappeared.

Cú Chulainn looked in shock at the black-robed young man standing in front of him. The latter was holding a group of squirming metal in his hand, but as his fingers clenched, the metal group gradually calmed down and cooled, turning into a smooth sphere.

Murphy had basically figured out the structure of these archangels just now.

They don't possess independent will, but are more like dolls or puppets made of magic.

For such opponents, mind magic is almost useless, and at the same time, the material that makes up their bodies seems to be a kind of liquid magic metal, so they can be immune to most physical blows.

But this kind of puppet driven purely by divine power was vulnerable under the curse fire Murphy preserved from the Twilight of the Gods. Just wrapping it with fire swallowed the divine power and stored it in the Rhine gold through the Nibelungen Ring.

Then he didn't care about Cú Chulainn, who was stunned, and followed suit to knead the remaining three archangels into iron balls. Then, looking at the angel legion all over the sky, he suddenly transformed into a demon form, and then raised a hand, summoning storms and thunder.

Thousands of lightning bolts, supported by his inexhaustible magic, defeated the angel legion in just a few minutes. More than half of the angels were killed, and the rest fled in panic, making the sky clear.

And the remaining few god-children saw this scene and stopped pretending to be dead, climbing out of Lir's big pot one after another, helping the camp soldiers and wizards to strangle the crusader cavalry, and a catastrophe was thus eliminated.

Murphy looked down at the camp and slowly descended from the sky.

"Satan!" someone in the crowd shouted.

As enemies of the Christian God, they also knew something about the demon image promoted by Christians. Murphy's transformation form at this time was too much like the widely circulated Demon King.

But others shouted another name, "Merlin!"

Merlin is the son of the nightmare of the indigenous gods of Britain. His father's image is sometimes no different from a demon, and in the promotion of Christianity, Merlin is half-demon and half-human, or even the son of a demon.

Murphy returned to his original appearance, but looking at the people who knelt down because they were grateful for his help or because of his image, he didn't open his mouth to explain.

The reason why he took action against the angel legion was to contact the indigenous gods of Britain next. Whether it is Satan, the enemy of Christ, or Merlin, who belongs to the indigenous gods themselves, these identities are more conducive to his cooperation with the other party.

After obtaining Merlin's memory, Murphy had already drafted a script in his heart. Britain has now become a stage for the gods to fight, and he needs to use one of the parties to get on this stage.

He chose the indigenous gods. On one hand, they possess irreplaceable localization advantages, and on the other hand, their power is also the weakest and easiest for Murphy to control.

More than a dozen god-children died or were injured in the battle just now, and only five remained who could still move, all looking at Murphy with complex expressions.

"Thank you! Wizard!" Giant Lir didn't have as many thoughts as his companions, seeing Murphy save his best friend Cú Chulainn, he had directly classified him as one of his own.

Hearing Lir say this, although Cú Chulainn was a bit embarrassed, it was a fact that the other party saved him and the entire camp, and his strength was extremely strong. He was also helped to Murphy, "We were too reckless before. Thank you for taking action to help us get through the difficulties. I don't know how to repay this kindness. If you have anything you need us to do, just speak."

He didn't believe that Murphy's behavior was out of pure kindness, just hoping that the other party's request wouldn't be too excessive.

Murphy smiled. It seemed that this Cú Chulainn was not just a violent and brainless warrior. He thought for a moment, didn't directly make any request, but asked: "I noticed that many wizards gathered in the camp. What are they doing?"

The god-children looked at each other, and an eagle-headed god-child said: "Christianity seems to think that wizards are a threat and are hunting them down everywhere. We gathered them to protect them."

In fact, not only Christians, now almost all god forces regard wizards as a hidden threat.

Because wizards can "create gods," the initial gods were actually born from the imagination of wizards.

After so many years, the gods have learned more about themselves and the wizards, and gradually learned about this hidden connection.

For gods, although the power of wizards is still very weak, compared to Muggles who cannot use magic, it is an unstable factor that is difficult to control.

"Oh?" Murphy glanced at the exhausted wizards in the camp, "So you are doing good deeds entirely?"

Cú Chulainn hesitated, knowing that Murphy was not easy to fool, so he decided to tell the truth: "It's not entirely so. Wizards can use the power of magic. Although it is very weak, they can also play some role in war. We pass the alchemy technology of fairies to them and let them forge weapons for the army."

This is the reason why a Muggle officer can also use weapons made of magic metal.

Murphy sneered, "What a waste of heavenly treasures. You have so many powerful warriors, but you let them be blacksmiths. No wonder you can't even beat a group of angels."

"You say, these wizards are powerful warriors?" Cú Chulain

The demigods all found it inconceivable; Murphy's voice was not quiet, and the many wizards in the camp had heard him too. Although it was nice of Murphy to speak up for them, even they felt that Murphy was just blowing hot air.

They knew their own situation; casting a spell was so difficult, and its power was barely stronger than the swords of soldiers. To say that wizards were powerful warriors, or even capable of fighting angels, was simply too absurd.

Rige laughed out loud, "You've got it wrong. These wizards can't even beat ordinary soldiers; they are too weak and can only do these simple tasks. They can't make it to the battlefield!"

But Murphy remained completely unmoved, merely looking at the crowd as if they were a bunch of fools.

Rige laughed for a while, but seeing Murphy's expression, he finally stopped. "Did I say something wrong?"

Murphy let out a cold snort, and suddenly a stream of flames shot up from before him into mid-air, transforming into thousands of burning longswords. The tips of the swords pointed in turn at everyone below, shrouding the entire camp under their blades.

A bone-chilling coldness pressed against everyone's nerves. Facing flames that could easily annihilate the demigod Merlin and archangels, no one doubted that if those swords touched them, they would instantly be reduced to a pile of ash.

"You have all seen my power."

"I am not some demigod, nor am I some deity. I am also just a wizard."

"At first, I was no different from them, from these wizards."

"Every wizard is a powerful warrior; this is no empty boast."

"The reason their power is so weak right now is simply because they do not yet know how to use their magic power, and because they are currently missing one thing."

"That thing is called the Magic Net."

"And I will help you build it."

(End of chapter)