Stupid Odin

【Cú Chulainn!】 The World Will called out Cú Chulainn's original name.

"Huh? Who are you?" Cú Chulainn's eyes, originally blood-red, cleared up instantly upon hearing the World Will's voice.

【I am the Will of the World!】

Cú Chulainn instinctively disbelieved, yet the sense of resonance with the world far surpassed his imagination. At that moment, his gaze transcended the battlefield itself, reaching the sky and the edge of this world enveloped in chaos.

The World's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed incessantly in Cú Chulainn's ears: 【The Chaos God Odin has slain two successive kings of the Tuatha Dé Danann, including your father, Lugh! Odin intends to contaminate the entire world with the power of Chaos. Go! Cú Chulainn, take up your weapon and join all the heroes of Order to fight against the evil Odin!】

Cú Chulainn hesitated: "But, but… my country is being invaded by the evil Queen Medb."

【I will persuade her to let go of her hatred… Eh? She refuses!】

Just as Cú Chulainn was filled with question marks, a loud noise came from the sky.

"Whoa!"

A strange sound of rushing wind!

A chariot, very characteristic of Ireland, appeared in the center of Cú Chulainn's vision, suspended in mid-air!

The two magnificent white horses, without a single hair of any other color, were clearly not ordinary steeds.

It was the chariot itself that was infused with extraordinary power, to the point that the horses had entered a state of sanctification.

It was drizzling in the sky, but before the raindrops could fall near the chariot, they were dispersed by the whirlwind surrounding it, transforming back into wisps of rain and blending into the surrounding rain curtain.

Cú Chulainn remained silent, staring intently at the woman who had casually launched a war because of her own greed.

This slender, golden-haired woman was naturally his nemesis, Queen Medb of Connacht!

Dressed in an ethereal white lace-trimmed gown, she held the reins in her left hand and a whip in her right, standing proudly on the chariot, looking down at Cú Chulainn, who stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, through the fine rain.

Her eyes, arrogant due to the strange power, reflected both the color of the rain and locked onto Cú Chulainn. In her bright eyes, there also seemed to be a raging fire burning.

"Cú Chulainn! I will give you a chance. Immediately cast aside your demonic spear and surrender, and I will spare you. Then, I will lead you to conquer the Emerald Isle, destroy the Chaos Giant Legion, and bestow upon you supreme glory—"

Queen Medb's voice was soft, but the divinity-infused voice easily spread throughout the bloody battlefield, allowing Cú Chulainn to hear it clearly.

Cú Chulainn was immediately enraged!

He could, of course, see that this evil woman had also obtained a certain amount of divine power, and she had even abandoned her duty to the world, stubbornly continuing her unjust war.

On the other hand, the World's instructions and the death of his father deeply stimulated Cú Chulainn's heart.

"Madwoman! Don't you know the world is in crisis?" Cú Chulainn flicked his demonic spear, shaking off the bloodstains. The blood splattered onto a nearby tree trunk with a crisp "thud."

This small action only made Queen Medb even more displeased.

The blood Cú Chulainn flicked off was the blood of Connacht warriors!

"So what if I know? Even if it is the Will of the World, I will not cooperate with my enemy!"

Words spoken to different minds are superfluous.

They immediately began to fight.

The two were originally mortal enemies. In a sense, the World Will granting them greater power only intensified the war.

Queen Medb's divine chariot suddenly began to move. The whirlwind supported the chariot, causing it to speed up. It dispersed the atmosphere, and the shockwave even caused the birds in the distance of the forest to fly up in terror.

The chariot, mixed with the wind and the texture of steel, suddenly accelerated, like a falling comet, giving off an aura of doomsday just from its momentum.

Cú Chulainn unhesitatingly launched 【Gáe Bolg】!

Unexpectedly, his demonic spear was blocked by the opponent's Noble Phantasm…

This was undoubtedly a demigod-level battle, but it was definitely not what the World Will wanted to see.

Currently, the biggest enemy of the Celts, Odin, had already begun his mad expansion mode, and the Celtic world was about to be destroyed by the Chaos army. Yet, the mortal heroes it valued were still fighting among themselves.

The World Will felt a deep sense of powerlessness and fear.

Medb and Cú Chulainn were not the only ones with similar behavior.

Fionn, the leader of the Fianna Knights, and King Cormac had a falling out. Princess Gráinne's marriage to Fionn failed, and with the increasing strength of the Fianna, the king believed that this force had posed a huge threat to the throne. As a result, Prince Cairbre sent assassins to attack Fionn.

This assassination was thwarted by Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, a hero of the Fianna Knights, but it also triggered a civil war between the Knights and the Royalists.

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On the British side, Lancelot, King Arthur's most trusted knight, cuckolded King Arthur and abducted Queen Guinevere. Just as King Arthur was about to personally lead an expedition, he was faced with another knight, Mordred, betraying him, and had to rush back to quell the rebellion.

Seeing that on these few islands, the countries that had originally had some hope of overthrowing Odin's dark rule were all caught in fierce infighting, the World Will's heart was ice-cold.

Are these the elites among the mortal intelligent beings I value?

Using the power I bestowed upon them for internal strife?

This is too ridiculous!

This time, the Celtic world was truly hopeless.

A wisp of the World's Will, traversed the small Chaos Sector in the air, and came to the outer barrier of the Jötunheimr World.

What a wonderful world!

The clear boundary between order and chaos, that eggshell-like shield, isolated the intrusion of the Chaos aura. Even if a small amount of Chaos power did intrude, it would be quickly transformed by the World Tree.

The sky was bright, the earth was stable, and strands of laws that the Celtic world did not have permeated the entire Jötunheimr World, making it look quite perfect in its various material cycles.

The Celtic world was deeply envious.

It finally spoke: 【Þorsteinn Paulsson! This is a war between the Order World and Chaos. No one of Order can stay out of it. Let's… talk!】

It never expected that even though it had humbly come to the door, it would still be turned away.

Not by Þorsteinn, but by the Jötunheimr World: 【Get out! Celt! Þorsteinn Paulsson is my God-King! He has no obligation to clean up your mess!】

【I am willing to pay the world's origin!】

【I don't care!】 Jötunheimr's attitude was unexpectedly tough.

For some reason, Þorsteinn, listening to the two worlds arguing in outer space, actually felt a strange sense of accomplishment, almost like two women fighting over a husband.