Stupid Odin

It wasn't getting on a boat, but getting on a car.

This was very strange!

Due to the limitations of the era, King Arthur and his knights couldn't call such a wide thing a boat.

Its overall shape was like a huge rectangular box, or rather, it was a box lid.

The key was that it was too big!

It was fully one-third the size of Camelot.

This seawater, turned into a solid, was as hard as stone.

Sir Gawain went up and kicked it intentionally or unintentionally, almost denting his metal war boots inwards.

"Ah?!" Gawain turned and looked at King Arthur awkwardly.

King Arthur twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.

Unless he was an idiot, how could he not know that this was the God-King showing off his divine power.

New gods who had just arrived had to show miracles and manifest their divinity in front of people to gain the support of believers.

King Arthur himself had already submitted to Downs, so he had no right to hesitate. He immediately ordered: "Praise God-King Downs—All troops, get on... the car!"

This kind of miracle, which only existed in legends, had never even appeared on this land surrounded by the sea since the creation of the Celtic world.

After hearing that the seemingly nominal Tuatha Dé Danann gods had been destroyed, King Arthur once thought that he would never have the chance to witness true miracles again.

He was wrong.

Today, with a slight move from Downs, this scene was enough to become the most magnificent chapter in the epic poems that bards were about to write.

Especially in the current situation where the power of chaos was spreading greatly, this was undoubtedly a kind of luck.

The knights and soldiers praised Downs's power while uneasily getting on the 'car'. However, their horses had more trouble. Many horses instinctively refused to stand on such a dangerous thing. The knights and coachmen had to blindfold the horses before they barely managed to get it done.

The expeditionary force of more than 30,000 people, plus the logistics workers, more than 50,000 people standing on such a large car made of solid water, did not even seem crowded.

Everyone got on the 'car'. This large car, which didn't need a captain or even a helmsman, began to slowly accelerate on the sea. In the end, everyone didn't know how much it accelerated to. They only saw the distant waves seeming to recede quickly.

There wasn't even the whistling sea breeze by their ears to tell them how fast they were going, because the front of this large car (boat) was topped with a huge wind element shield, which swung away the oncoming wind.

This thing didn't bump, and there was no riding the waves.

The sea area in front had already become as smooth as a mirror under the infusion of divine power.

No storm!

Because [Sky] was also Downs's domain!

The soldiers were discussing.

Gawain muttered softly: "If this were an ice boat, I might feel more at ease."

Unexpectedly, his words were heard by the Valkyrie Lota. She wasn't annoyed, but smiled: "Sorry! Our God-King's divine duty is [Water], not [Ice]."

"Uh, I should be the one to apologize. I shouldn't have underestimated His Majesty's extraordinary power."

What was outrageous was that about half an hour after setting sail, King Arthur and the others saw the Fomorian Knights from the eastern islands.

Also a large army of tens of thousands of people, two super large ships built with water bodies, were running side by side on the sea like this.

The distance between the two sides was so close, the closest place was less than thirty meters apart, so that they could greet each other.

Unfortunately, the speed was too fast.

Their shouts were all distorted by the strong wind, and the two sides could only communicate through gestures.

Before long, a third super large ship arrived on the sea, which was the Allied Forces composed of Connacht and Ulster and other countries!

Hundreds of thousands of people were sitting on three super water boats like this. It took a little over an hour to fly close to the Emerald Island.

… …

On this day, Odin suddenly felt uneasy.

After his soul was damaged, he no longer had the divine duty and related abilities of [Prophecy]. In a sense, in order to ensure that he wouldn't grow an extra head or a few more hands or feet, and that his body appearance still maintained the standard giant form, he had tried his best.

As for how many twisted hearts and lungs he had in his body, it was no longer within his consideration.

What bothered him was that the few dying prisoners were still very hard working to resist being eroded by chaos in their souls and bodies.

The Tuatha Dé Danann gods who had official divine duties were fine, but even that Cú Chulainn was, which made Odin very unhappy.

It seemed that Cú Chulainn's father had left a rather powerful light energy in his body, and this energy protected this child of light. Unless Odin killed him on the spot, he could only soak him in a large pool full of chaotic seawater, and first wait for the light power in his body to be exhausted.

At this moment, Lancelot, who had three legs, ran into the temple staggeringly with uncoordinated steps.

"Your Majesty Odin, it's not good, those mortals are killing over here! So many people, at least more than 100,000 people, their army is landing at Rosslare!"

Rosslare was a flat beach area located in the southeast of Emerald Island, which was also a relatively weak area for the Chaos Giant forces. After all, they landed from the west, and the erosion of the island also started from the west.

"Those ungrateful mortals!" Odin had just finished scolding when he felt that something was wrong: "Wait! It hasn't been long since I sent out the envoys to recruit them. How could those mortals who are still in the midst of a melee react so quickly?"

Lancelot looked bitter: "Your Majesty, I don't know! According to the giants' descriptions, I can confirm that there are banners of Camelot, Connacht, and the Fomorian Knights!"

Odin's eyebrows twitched wildly.

He was quite angry.

Wasn't this the same as all the mortal kingdoms that he had initially proposed to recruit uniting together and running over to oppose him?

Even if he looked down on those mortal soldiers, if the mortals of the entire world collectively opposed him, and even with a high probability that these mortals who were originally still in a civil war would immediately shake hands and make peace as soon as they heard his name, and turn their guns to come and fight him.

This was cutting Odin's face!

Odin swept around the hall and found that he didn't have many useful subordinates. He could only somewhat reluctantly point out: "Bres, you stay here to guard. Ellatha, Lancelot, you two gather your subordinates and follow me."

"Yes—" Several subordinates responded in unison.

Before long, the assembly horn of "Woo woo woo!" sounded. Odin spent a full half a day before he could barely gather these giants who had scattered to the north and south to find food, and they marched mightily towards the east.

Odin didn't know that three hours after he left, a slender female figure sneaked into the basement of the temple.

"Eternity—"

With a soft shout, a shining spear light turned into a string of strange discontinuous arcs, passing through the necks of several Fomorian giants left behind.

In an instant, all the guards painfully covered their necks and died on the spot.

In the basement, the Forest God Sucellos, who was suffering, raised his head in astonishment. He only had one thought in his mind: When did the heroes of the mortal world become so powerful? And where did this divine spear come from?