Stupid Odin

The divine spear shot out, drawing a sharp trail of light as it flew through the air, circling back to Scáthach's hand. To onlookers, she was the true goddess of the spear, the deity who ruled over the 'piercing' divine duty.

Not only was the forest god utterly bewildered, but even Cú Chulainn, Scáthach's disciple, was equally confused.

"Master? Where did you get that divine spear?" Cú Chulainn, of course, knew that his master possessed the [Spear of Mortal Pain]. It was the same type of mystic spear as his own [Barbed Spear of Pain].

But this thing in her hand had a higher degree of mystery than any spear they had used or seen before. The faint [space] attribute and divine might it radiated were far superior to their mystic spears, and even his father's [Briónac] seemed slightly inferior in comparison.

Pure elemental and intimidating mystic spears were truly a tier below attributes like [time], [space], and [fate].

"Shut up! You idiot disciple! Your master paid a great price to get this spear. I'm still counting on you, my foolish disciple, to one day kill me."

Scáthach's way of interacting with her disciple Cú Chulainn was actually quite awkward.

Living in the Land of Shadows for many years, Scáthach outwardly possessed an unusual indifference towards all things, but she would impart everything she knew to the heroes she acknowledged. Furthermore, feeling bored from guarding the gate of death, she would occasionally say that she hoped her disciple would kill her.

Cú Chulainn immediately recognized the origin of the spear: "Master, if you really want to die that much, you can just let the God-King kill you!"

"Idiot! Shut up!" Scáthach waved her own mystic spear with her left hand, severing the chaotic tendrils entangling Cú Chulainn in a few moves, pulling her foolish disciple out of the chaotic pool.

"And them." Cú Chulainn pointed to the captured Tuatha Dé Danann gods.

This made Scáthach feel troubled.

As a special demigod-level being who surpassed humanity and had slain gods, Scáthach often placed herself on the outside of the world, gaining a lot of [Wisdom of the Abyss].

Of course, she knew what the consequences of doing so would be.

Merely rescuing her disciple would probably not incur too much karma.

Rescuing even the Tuatha Dé Danann would create a great deal of karma.

It would inevitably attract the contingency plans left behind by the Chaos King Odin in this place.

Scáthach glanced at the divine spear in her hand, secretly sighed, and said to the Tuatha Dé Danann: "It's okay to let you go, but remember this! If you can survive after today, it will all be thanks to the grace of the Æsir God-King, Tangs * Paulsen!"

The Æsir God-King?

The forest god Suserus and the others were slightly astonished.

Where did this God-King come from?

It was difficult to blame them, after all, the world's will had surrendered. This happened after they were captured, their divine bodies were wrapped in chaotic power, which also cut off their perception of the outside world.

Scáthach's next words became the last straw that broke the camel's back in their hearts: "The Celtic world's will saw you defeated by the forces of chaos, and the mortal kings are also useless. It has already submitted to the Æsir tribe of the neighboring Ginunngagap world. In the future, the two worlds will most likely merge. If you insist on opposing the Æsir tribe, then ignore my suggestion just now."

The Tuatha Dé Danann were conflicted.

Originally, when they saw the teacher of Lugh's son come to save them, they thought they would just reward her with something casually afterward. After all, Scáthach's position was not that of a true god and was relatively easy to deal with.

But now she was saving them on behalf of some God-King, the nature of the matter had completely changed.

They were no longer themselves, but only 'theirs'.

If the other party was despicable enough, they could even let them wait for death, and after they were completely chaoticized, eliminate them.

If they did this, even the Celtic world would not think that Tangs needed to be stained with karma for this matter and be responsible. On the contrary, they would have to thank Tangs for eliminating harm for the world.

Giving them a chance to live was already a great favor. As for what position they would have under the Æsir tribe, don't even ask. It was good enough to be alive.

The Tuatha Dé Danann collectively turned their gazes towards the Father of the Gods, Dagda.

The Tuatha Dé Danann had successively lost two God-Kings, and the gods had long lost their ambition, but basic face was still needed!

Submitting to other gods could not be led by a small subordinate god. Then the Father of the Gods, Dagda, who had given birth to a pile of gods, was the best scapegoat.

Facing the burning gazes of a group of relatives, Dagda was not very tough either. His own family was already like this, was he really not afraid of being abandoned?

"We, the surviving Tuatha Dé Danann, are willing to unconditionally obey the arrangements of God-King Tangs * Paulsen!"

The word 'surviving' was very cleverly said!

Our Tuatha Dé Danann have already been wiped out, so you, Tangs, should be merciful and take us in!

Dagda didn't even ask for the Tuatha Dé Danann to continue to maintain a relatively independent position.

Scáthach secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sharp scream came from the steps not far behind.

"Who are you? How dare you attack the servants of the supreme King of the World, Odin?" His voice naturally caused the Tuatha Dé Danann to have a dual aversion, both physiological and psychological.

He was the great traitor of the Tuatha Dé Danann, the representative of 'Why did Your Majesty rebel?', the former God-King Bres!

Behind him, a group of deformed and ferocious chaos giants were blocking the exit of this underground chamber.

Without answering his screams, Scáthach replaced her answer with action.

A red ray of light gathered into a bright sphere in her palm. It was not lightning, but the aura of death from the Land of Shadows.

Scáthach stretched it out as if dealing with a tangible object, and injected the death energy into the Eternal Spear [Gungnir] and her own mystic spear.

In the next instant, she threw the two spears in a chain.

Since you, Bres, insist on blocking the way, then I will grant you death.

As the queen of the Land of Shadows, and as a super strong person who has slaughtered many gods and undead, these two spear throws were filled with a [God-Slaying] characteristic that has already been recognized by the world's will.

For gods whose strength is not too far apart, her attacks will receive at least a 30% amplification correction.

The only thing she didn't expect was that Bres, as the former Tuatha Dé Danann God-King, was actually so weak.

Her first mystic spear, [Barbed Spear of Pain], pierced through Bres's right arm, not only passing through his body, but even nailing him to the space behind him, faintly fixing him completely in this space.

And the second spear, [Gungnir], disappeared in front of her as soon as it was shot.

When the Eternal Spear reappeared, it had already pierced through Bres's heart!

Until the moment of his fall, Bres couldn't believe that he would die so nonsensically.

However, when he saw the eyes of his former subordinates filled with the joy of revenge, he felt a little unwilling…