The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

"Your Excellency Kespar." Scathach, who was sitting in the middle of the round table, sensed that something was wrong, and the words mixed with calming spells came.

"Sorry, I lost my composure, Lord Ossian please continue to describe."

Casbah came back to his senses, took a big breath, and slowly sat back on his wooden chair covered with rattan, rubbing the center of his eyebrows, his heart was full of gloom, and he couldn't help but continue to predict the Celtics. the future of.

He had just foreseen a golden "sun" with a stalwart and an infinite holy spirit, but beside that stalwart sun was a "snake with a tail" that seemed to swallow the entire world.

The knowledge of the prophet made him dare not investigate too deeply after foreseeing the target, but even if this was the case, even if he retreated in time, it would still put a huge burden on his body.

However, no matter how heavy the burden is now, he must resist it. Tikelt foresaw a bright future.

The Celtics around looked at Kesbah with a little worry, and then turned their eyes back to Ossian kneeling on one knee at the door.

Scathach looked at Casper's face that was gradually turning pale and even began to tremble, and frowned, feeling a sense of uneasiness in her heart, but it was obviously not the time to ask, she turned her head and continued to listen Ossian's narration.

"After traveling through the forest, Mage Fangers knew the danger in advance and suggested to stay on the sidelines.

Your Excellency Finn has accepted the opinion. In order to observe better, we stopped on the cliff 30 kilometers north of Miaoxiang Mountain, and prepared to use the detection spell to investigate the situation of Miaoxiang Mountain.

However, when we arrived at the area with a wide field of vision, we saw the mountain-like monster that devoured Mt. Miaoxiang and the entire Korean gods, that terrifying evil god! "

"The size of a mountain range? Some gods and Buddhas among giants, ghosts, dragons, and phantom beasts have such huge bodies. Which one of them is it? Or is it the famous evil god?"

Skaha asked in a condensed voice, knowing the species of the enemy can better make tactical arrangements based on its racial characteristics, even if the arrangement is to retreat.

Ossian gritted his teeth and said, "It's the Yamata no Orochi! "

"you sure?!!"

A Celtic loses his voice.

"Guaranteed by the "Oath"! "

Hearing that Ossian pledged his pledge, all the Celtics present gasped.

The importance of the oath to Celtic is like the great oath of demons in the fairy world. Almost every generation of Celtic god kings or gods with powerful authority falls on the oath they made, and has to Go to the other world, turn into the undead, and wait for the arrival of the younger generation.

Ossian's oath immediately made everyone recognize the authenticity of the other party's words, because no Celtic dared to joke about the oath, not even the gods.

"Why did the strongest monster, which is guarded and monitored by the Gao Tianyuan God Group, appear in this remote outer door?!"

"It's useless to say these things now. Gods and Buddhas of that level have already appeared, and this outer gate will inevitably become their territory. I suggest that you quickly gather the clansmen and evacuate this outer gate."

"Evacuate? That group of gods is fine, why does Yamata no Orochi let our Celtic warriors evacuate?!"

"Mere? If that's the case, why don't you challenge that mere snake god? Observe the snake path with your own eyes, and finally nourish the flowers and trees?"

Discussions inevitably turned into quarrels. The wild Celtics are one of the best players in battle, but this also makes any verbal communication a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Okay, stop arguing!!"

Skaha snorted and looked around. The Celtics who were in dispute lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at the King of Shadows.

After stopping the quarrel, Scathach turned his head and looked at the pale-faced Casbah, his expression became a bit serious, "Did Your Excellency "foresee" something? "

After the words fell, the Celtics on the round table fell silent.

In Celtic mythology, the most legendary and mysterious is not the gods, nor the demigod heroes, but the druid mage hidden in the mountains and downtown, that is, the prophet.

Merlin, the great magician who predicted the rise and fall of Camelot, Van Ges, who created the legend of Fiona, and the person present here.

The grandfather of the future demigod hero Cú Chulainn and the great prophet who foretold his future - Kespar.

Scathach's eyes became sharper. Casba's strangeness before made her mistakenly believe that it was because of the death of her friend Prophet Fanges, but with the wisdom of the other party, the behavior of slapping the table was really too violent.

Moreover, Kesbah's behavior of slapping the table is more like a catharsis of pain in Scatha's view!

The queen of the land of shadows, who studies spells intensively, knows quite well that what can make a seer unbearable pain is usually the spells cast beyond the body's capacity, and "precognition" is one of them.

Casbah, whose face was as white as paper, opened his mouth, and said with difficulty but full of sorrow, "It has come."

Scathhal was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils gradually shrank into a small dot.

"Everyone stands up and quickly arranges for the clansmen to evacuate! Yamata no Orochi has arrived!!"

As if echoing the shout, the deafening roar resounded throughout the world.

"hiss--"

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The yellow-brown river was like a flood that broke its embankment, rolling towards the Celtic camp, and the complicated defensive techniques were washed away by the flood like paper.

An astonishing stench permeated along with the flood, and the Celts who were involved in the flood turned into a puddle of pus amidst the screams, as if they had been splashed with sulfuric acid, and merged into the yellow-brown river.

Rumble! !

The giant snake god with eight heads and eight tails crawled slowly. Its winding and twisted snake body was like a huge yellow-brown river. Everything in it is summed up in the rushing river.

When the Celtic demigod leader rushed out of the camp, the yellow-brown poisonous river rushed towards him like a tsunami.

"Avoid the river, that is the snake venom of Yamata no Orochi, which has the effect of taking the life of all things!!" Casba, whose face was pale, roared. He overdrawn his life, predicted the ability of Yamata no Orochi, and issued a timely warning remind.

A group of heroes jumped off the ground one after another. For demigods, the skill of flying is not difficult. However, many ordinary Celts below demigods were unable to dodge and were drawn into the poisonous river.

"All the druids who are good at space arts are responsible for transferring the children, and all the heavy materials are discarded. The druids who keep the heritage are given priority to evacuate with the children. The rest, follow me to intercept Yamata no Orochi!"

Reluctantly arranged the task, Scathach took out his favorite gun and attacked the huge mountain-like snake god from the air, regardless of other things.

A group of Celtic demigods gritted their teeth, gave up trying to stop the flood, picked up weapons at hand, and rushed towards Yamata no Orochi. After all, the rushing river is just a chronic illness, as long as the evil snake god can be contained, it can be relieved, even if it cannot be contained, it is necessary to buy time for the backs of the group.

For a moment, more than a dozen meteors flashed across the sky, crashing into the mountain-like snake god. Huge collision sounds erupted from time to time. For a moment, the flames shot up into the sky, and the mountains and rocks flew.

The siege of more than ten demigods distracted Yamata no Orochi a little bit.

However, it was just one or two, the difference in level made the attack of the demigod sacrifice his life into a mosquito-like bite. And Yamata no Orochi's random counterattack made the demigods tired of running for their lives, and they were melted into a puddle of pus and merged into the endlessly flowing poisonous river.

Facing the mountain-like body of Yamata no Orochi, the superb martial arts of the demigods became useless.

Even Scathach, who tried his best to throw the penetrating magic spear, only penetrated the moss snake scales on the surface of Yamata no Orochi, bringing it a negligible tingling sensation.

Scathach, who stepped into the realm of killing gods with martial arts, felt the impending doom.

The enemy of the gods and Buddhas, she is not without hope of victory. Even the pressure brought to her by the next god king Luge recognized by the Celtic upper class is not one percent of that brought by Yamata no Orochi at this moment.

"This is simply a dimensional gap!!"

At a distance that can make a demigod warrior feel desperate, Scathach's pupils shrank, thinking of a terrible possibility.