Alien Knights

Todd's golden dragon eyes looked at Scathach, and reconfirmed: "Whether you live or die?"

The latter nodded expressionlessly, turned around, and left the hall with heavy steps.

Following Meredith, Todd crawled out of the temple on all fours, and couldn't help but ask, "What happened to Cu Chulainn?"

Meredith stepped out of the gate of the back corridor of the temple, and said softly: "Do you still remember the fate of the tyrant I mentioned to you?"

"You mean the choice between being a man or a monster?"

"The testers who come to the kingdom of shadows, if they can pass the three trials, they can accept the gift of the tyrant and become demigods." Meredith lowered her head and walked forward: "The demigods are receiving the demigods." On the journey down, you need to make a final choice for your own destiny."

"Either, give up the power of a tyrant and live as a human...or, accept the final baptism, become an eternal monster, and step into the sanctuary of God."

Meredith stopped and said helplessly to Todd: "Cuchulin, he is vacillating between these two paths. He wants to gain power and is afraid of the unknown."

Todd stood up straight and shook the slightly stiff tail of the dragon: "Let me guess, Cu Chulainn was just like me, and said he would consider the next choice. But on the one hand, he hasn't come back for a long time, on the other hand He is constantly using the power of the tyrant. So, in the end, he lost control of his power and became a monster who lost his mind?"

Meredith leaned on a broken stone pillar and looked towards the southern sky: "Things haven't gotten that bad yet, but it's not far from this result... I heard that he has now returned to his homeland— —Kingdom of Ulster, and met King Conchiuber."

Todd opened his dragon wings and said in a deep voice: "If this is the case, I can't ignore his affairs. Please tell Scatha, and I will complete her task as soon as possible."

As soon as the words fell, Todd flapped his dragon wings and rose into the air, flying quickly towards Froststone City.

When Froststone City appeared in Todd's field of vision, it was already the morning of the next day.

The residents of the city came out of the scattered buildings, stretched their waists, carried their equipment, and prepared to start a busy day.

The huge figure blocked the sunlight, causing everyone to look up.

"Son of the gods!"

As the figure of the black dragon flew over the city, large groups of believers knelt down on the ground, and the sound of prayers and praises came from the city one after another.

Flying over the central basin of Froststone City, Todd slowly landed on the open space behind the temple, adjusted his body shape, and folded his dragon wings.

Recalling the conversation with Leviathan about the "Seed of Soul", Todd turned his gaze to the wide flat ground in front of him, and let out a clear dragon roar towards the sky.

The old woman Minnie led the shamans, walked out from the gate of the temple, came to the front of the black dragon, knelt down on her knees, and lowered her head.

Todd said to the shamans in front of him: "Organize people immediately and build a pilgrimage site on the flat ground here."

"Pilgrimage place?" Minnie was a little confused: "Son of the gods, what is this building used for? Are there any requirements for the specific construction and decoration?"

After thinking for a while, Todd said: "The sanctuary is the gate to the holy realms, and the only way to enter the kingdom of Asgard. Only the most devout and best believers are allowed to enter this building..."

The words of the black dragon made the shamans so excited that they couldn't help themselves. Someone blushed and praised loudly: "The great son of the gods! This temple will be the pinnacle of the world! Being able to step here will be a god's domain for mortals. The highest award!"

Todd turned his head to Minnie: "I allow you to mobilize all resources in the city to build this church. The whole project can be completed in stages, and only a closed room needs to be built in the early stage."

After discussing with the shamans for a while the requirements of the pilgrimage site and what happened in Froststone City in recent days, Todd signaled that these people can start the construction.

Immediately afterwards, Todd called Evie, who was in charge of external combat investigation, to his side in the soul space.

"Recently, has there been any news from the Griffon Scouting Team?"

Evie wondered why Todd would suddenly ask this question, so she answered, "The battle group from Froststone City has reached the gate of Ulster's capital, and they are now cutting down trees to make siege weapons. I guess it's here." In a few days, the battle report of the fall of the Ulster Kingdom will arrive."

Finding that Todd was silent, Evie asked: "Are you worried about the outcome of this war? In my opinion, victory is beyond doubt. Before the war started, we had scouted every area in the capital of Ulster. In one corner, the battle group leaders of Froststone City have also discussed the best attack plan based on the city defense, troop strength, and terrain. As for the Connaught people, they hid in their homes and trembled, even going to the battlefield I don’t even have the guts to send scouts.”

Todd lowered his head and looked at the Valkyrie: "I know an experienced general who is skilled in using troops, and he said this to me - in war, nothing is static, and the plans planned in the early stage are often Due to some unexpected factors, it will be disrupted to the point where it cannot be executed.”

Evie lowered her head and pondered for a while, then said later: "I will send another team of Griffin Valkyries and let them go to the front line again."

Todd nodded: "I hope my worries are unnecessary."

Seven days later, Todd's worst predictions became reality.

A battle report stained with blood was sent to his eyes, which read as follows:

The 6,000 Froststone army besieging the capital of Ulster used battering rams to break through the gates of the city. Under the messy city tower, we didn't see any defenders, but we found a strong young man with a long gun and an angry expression on his face.

With a crimson spear, he stood behind the collapsed city gate without retreating a step.

No matter how many times we charge, in front of the long spear he wields, the soldiers' offensive is like the snow meeting the sun, unshakable.

Our warriors cry out the glory of the gods, and regard death as a supreme tribute to their gods.

Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed into rivers.

This terrible "siege battle" lasted for a whole day and night. Under the hands of this warrior holding a blood gun, more than 500 Froststone warriors died in battle.

At noon of the second day, we finally found that the soldier in the city gate who was soaked in blood was showing signs of fatigue.

The chapter masters blew the horn of the general attack, and Froststone's army rushed towards the gate guarded by only one man like a tide.

No one would believe what happened next.

The warrior's body changed, his figure became bigger and bigger, and the city gate collapsed on top of his head.

One of his eyes was sunken, and the other protruded. Huge teeth grew from his mouth. The corners of his mouth reached to the ears. His head became like a giant wolf.

There are seven sharp claws growing out of his limbs, and seven pupils in his eyes. His roar was like the sound of a death knell, capable of breaking the hearts of soldiers.

The crimson spear continuously absorbed the blood of the victims in his hands, and could transform into hundreds of shapes.

Facing this invulnerable monster, the chapter masters blew the horn to retreat, and the soldiers left the corpses of their comrades in shame, like a group of frightened cowards, and fled the battlefield without looking back.