Chapter 457: Waste of Natural Resources

Cú Chulainn was being besieged by three archangels, whose bodies were extremely hot, and every attack was accompanied by a rolling heat wave, which made Cú Chulainn feel as if he was facing his father, the god of light and the sun, Lugu.

When he threw his spear with all his strength, he only caused the opponent to bleed some golden blood, and could not cause much damage.

His body was already broken, and even though the 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.

At this moment, the only two remaining companions of the Son of God in the distance were also shot down by another archangel, who quickly joined the attack on him.

The three archangels surrounded him in the middle, their wings of light spread out, blocking the space where Cú Chulainn could hide, and then he saw the last archangel pull open a huge bow made of flames and light.

A magical channel locked him, and the arrow was aimed at his head, and he had no way to escape.

"Ah!!" He roared wildly, and his body swelled again, trying to make a final struggle.

"Bang!" The arrow was shot, but the death that Cu Chulainn expected did not come. Instead, the head of the archangel in front of him suddenly exploded, and the golden blood splashed on his body like molten metal, burning a large area of ​​his skin.

But such pain was nothing compared to the previous accident. He looked at the archangel who had lost his head in astonishment and lost his light in an instant, revealing a headless human body.

The body was like a doll made of melted candles, without textures and details, just a human shape.

But before he could see clearly, the body was ignited with flames again, as if it was reviving.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside the headless archangel. He stretched out a hand that was also wrapped in flames, pressed down, and the flames in his palm suddenly expanded, engulfing the archangel, and then suddenly retracted, and the archangel disappeared.

Cu Chulainn looked at the black-robed boy standing in front of him in astonishment. The latter held a ball of squirming metal in his hand, but as his fingers tightened, the ball of metal gradually calmed down and turned into a smooth sphere.

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

They were not individuals with independent wills, but more like puppets or puppets made with magic.

For such opponents, mental magic was almost useless, and at the same time, their bodies seemed to be made of a liquid magic metal, which was immune to most physical attacks.

But this puppet driven purely by divine power was not vulnerable to the cursed fire that Murphy had saved from Ragnarok. It was just wrapped in fire, and the divine power was swallowed up and stored in the Rhine Gold through the Nibelung Ring.

Then he ignored Cu Chulainn who was stunned by the shock, and squeezed the remaining three archangels into iron balls according to the law. Then, he looked at the angel army in the sky, suddenly transformed into a demon, and then raised one hand to summon storms and thunder.

With the support of his unconsidered magic power, the angel army was defeated in just a few minutes. More than half of the angels were killed, and the rest fled in panic, making the sky clear.

The few remaining sons of God no longer pretended to be dead when they saw this scene. They climbed out of Rig's cauldron and helped the soldiers and wizards in the camp to strangle the Crusader cavalry. A catastrophe was eliminated.

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

"Satan!" someone in the crowd shouted.

As enemies of Christ, they also have some understanding of the image of the devil promoted by Christians. Murphy's transformation at this time is too similar to the widely circulated demon king.

But someone shouted another name, "Merlin!"

Merlin is the son of nightmare, a native British god. The image of his father is sometimes no different from that of a demon. In the preaching of Christianity, Merlin is half demon and half human, or even the son of a demon.

Murphy restored his original appearance, but he did not explain when he saw many people kneeling on the ground because they were grateful for his help or because of his image.

The reason why he fought against the angel army was to contact the native gods of Britain next. Whether it was Satan, the enemy of Christ, or Merlin, who belonged to the native gods, these identities were more conducive to his cooperation with the other party.

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

He chose the local gods. On the one hand, they have irreplaceable local advantages, and on the other hand, their power is the weakest and most easily controlled by Murphy.

More than a dozen sons of God died or were injured in the battle just now. Only five people were still able to move, and they all looked at Murphy with complicated expressions.

"Thank you! Wizard!" The giant Rig did not have as many thoughts as his companions. Seeing that Murphy saved his best friend Cu Chulainn, he had directly included him in the ranks of his own people.

Hearing what Rigg said, Cu Chulainn felt ashamed, but after all, it was true that the other party had saved him and the entire camp, and he was extremely powerful. He was also helped to come to Murphy, "It was us before. That’s too reckless. Thank you for helping us get through this difficult time. I don’t know how to repay this kindness. If there is anything you need from us, just ask.”

He didn't believe that Murphy's behavior was out of pure good intentions, but he just hoped that the other party's request would not be too excessive.

Murphy smiled. It seemed that Cu Chulainn was not just a violent and brainless warrior. He thought about it and did not make any direct request. Instead, he asked: "I noticed that many wizards gathered in the camp. What is this doing?"

The Sons of God looked at each other, and a Son of God with an eagle head said: "Christianity seems to regard wizards as a threat and is hunting them down everywhere. We gathered them to protect them."

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

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

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

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

"Oh?" Murphy glanced at the ragged and tired-looking wizards in the camp, "So you are all doing good deeds?"

Cu Chulainn hesitated, knowing that Murphy was not easy to fool, so he decided to tell the truth: "That's not entirely true. Wizards can use the power of magic. Although it is very weak, it can also play some role in war. We put goblins Teach them the alchemy skills and let them create weapons for the army."

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

Murphy sneered, "What a waste of resources. There are so many powerful warriors, but you let them work as blacksmiths. No wonder they can't even defeat a group of angels."

"You said these wizards are powerful warriors?" Cu Chulainn was stunned.

All the sons of gods found it incredible that Murphy's voice was not quiet, and many wizards in the camp also heard it. Although Murphy spoke well for them, even they felt that Murphy was boasting.

I know my own situation. It is so difficult to release a magic, and its power is not even much stronger than the swords of soldiers. It is really outrageous to say that wizards are powerful warriors and can even fight with angels.

Rigg laughed loudly, "You are wrong. These wizards cannot even defeat ordinary soldiers. They are too weak and can only do these simple tasks and cannot go to the battlefield!"

But Murphy was unmoved at all, just looking at everyone as if they were a group of fools.

Rigg laughed for a while, and finally stopped smiling when he saw that Murphy looked wrong, "Did I say something wrong?"

Murphy snorted coldly, and suddenly a blazing flame shot up from in front of him, came into the air, and turned into thousands of flaming swords. The sword tips pointed at everyone below in turn, shrouding the entire camp. Under the edge of the sword.

The biting cold forced everyone's nerves. Faced with the flames that could easily kill the Son of Merlin and the Archangel, no one had any doubt that as long as they were touched by the sword, they would immediately turn into a ball of ashes.

"You have all seen my power."

"I am not a son of God, nor am I a god. I am just a wizard."

"I was no different from them, me and these wizards at first."

"Every wizard is a powerful warrior. This is no lie."

"The reason why their power is so weak now is just because they don't know how to use their magic power yet. It's just because they still lack one thing."

"That thing is called the Magic Network."

"And I'll help you build it."