The Greece Antagonist

"I think so too!"

As the god of military strategy in the Nordic world, Odin nodded in agreement.

Currently, those Danu Gods are unaware that the Nordic forces have already landed at Albion's Tomb and have taken control of Wales.

Having a plan against the unprepared is undoubtedly a great opportunity for a surprise attack.

But this opportunity comes only once, and once the Divine War begins, everything will be out in the open, and the advantage of Nordic secrecy will disappear.

Therefore, they should use this one-time advantage to achieve the greatest strategic outcome.

— Using Wales as a springboard, catching the enemy off guard, and directly attacking the stronghold of the Danu Gods—Ireland—is undoubtedly the course of action that best serves Nordic interests at the moment.

Moreover, the World Tree in the Nordic world has already shown symptoms of withering and decay, and Ragnarök could come at any moment.

The longer the delay, the more stalemated the battle becomes, the worse it is for the Nordic side.

Seeing that Odin and Luo En had reached a consensus, Niord, representing the Warner Divine Race, straightforwardly agreed.

As the original inhabitants during the Celtic God Era, they wielded the powers of the seas and Life. Originally known as the "Sea People," they were called the "Fomorians" by the Danu Gods, also known as the so-called infamous "Deep Sea Giant Clan."

Ireland was once the territory of the Warner Divine Race, and the Danu Gods are their most hated enemies.

Although Niord has a soft nature, he has not forgotten the humiliation of being forced to flee his homeland by the Danu Gods in the last Divine War.

Now that the Warner Divine Race had a period of rest and regrouping, they were strong again and had joined forces with the Asa Divine Race. It was a perfect opportunity to settle scores with their old foes, the Danu Gods.

With strategic issues settled, Luo En immediately added:

"There's another matter—the Lake Fairy recently had a falling out with the Six Great Fairy Clans due to certain issues. Moreover, one of the Four Thrones of Sky Island, the Beast God Cornus, is involved and is currently staying as a guest in the Mist Forest of Southern Britannia. It may take some time to resolve the conflict between the parties."

"So, Ireland currently only has three Divine Kings?"

Odin narrowed his single eye, a gleam flashing within.

"That's right. It's a rare opportunity, and we must seize it." Luo En responded leisurely, casting a meaningful glance south towards Britannia.

Taking Wales from Gwen was indeed unexpected, but convincing the Beast God Cornus to the Mist Forest was deliberate.

In this Divine War, the Nordic forces brought three Divine King-level powerhouses in total, along with the Norn Three Goddesses secretly hidden within the Valkyrie Corps, barely matching the four thrones of Sky Island.

Initially, he worried about whether they could catch the Danu Gods' main forces by surprise and defeat them in one blow.

Unexpectedly, the Beast God Cornus, due to his favored, Kaseparuge, left Ireland and came to Britannia.

It happened that before parting with Morgan, Luo En took the opportunity to introduce Cornus to his student for work, thus distracting the Beast God's attention with trivial matters in Britannia, preventing timely aid to Sky Island.

In this manner, at the level of Divine Kings, it's three against three, plus the Norn Three Goddesses hidden in the Valkyrie Corps, coupled with the element of surprise, greatly increasing Nordic's odds of victory.

Therefore, that night's suggestion was indeed helping Morgan, but it was also helping himself.

At the end of the discussion, Odin waved his hand and ordered:

"If there are no issues, let's proceed with the deployment quickly!"

"Alright, within ten days, I will move the army to Wales and establish a fortress for us!"

Niord nodded in response, then took the Warner gods and left to start transforming Albion's Tomb, establishing a connection between this Warner Holy Land and Wales.

As the current false Chief God ruling over Wales, Luo En was naturally recruited to lend a hand.

Both sides worked tirelessly for several days and nights, with the rainbow bridge composed of water, air, and Magic Factors rising from the altar, projecting the illusion of Wales, Luo En exhaled in relief, finally wrapping up his burdensome task.

Luo En walked alone outside Albion's Tomb. The magical wand in his hand turned into a fishing rod, and he bent down to sit by the shimmering lake, enjoying the rare peaceful moment before the storm.

However, before he even caught a fish, three figures appeared behind him.

Three people, three figures, in a Trinity.

It was the Norn Three Goddesses, who controlled the fate of the Nordic world.

Luo En turned back, somewhat helpless:

"Why aren't you three inside helping with the construction? What are you doing here?"

"You get to slack off, but we can't come out to play?"

A playful face, Scouty retorted with a light hum, curiously observing the fishing rod in Luo En's hand and the few goofy fat-headed fish in the lake.

Seeing this, Luo En casually tossed the fishing rod to this ever-curious Fate Goddess and turned his attention to Urd and Belldandy:

"Are you out here to play too?"

"Not exactly. We've discovered something very strange."

"What is it?"

"According to you, Ireland should be the base and faith stronghold of the Danu Gods, but the fate aura of the land beneath our feet seems even denser than Ireland's."

Belldandy replied solemnly, her eyes flickering with traces of confusion and curiosity.

Hearing this, Luo En frowned and asked:

"You are the experts in the Power of Fate. What could cause such a situation?"

Beside him, Urd pondered for a moment before slowly speaking:

"It's possible that Heavenly Destiny is shifting..."

Following Urd's gaze, Luo En looked far to the south of Britannia, lost in thought.

At the same time, in the Southern Realm, within the majestic and solemn Elf Palace of the Mist Forest.

Queen Morgan sat proudly on the throne, looking down at a Winged Elf Messenger in the court:

"Did the message get through?"

"It did."

"And what did they say over at Sky Island?"

"...No matter what changes occur, even if the sky falls, the sacrifices, tributes, and magic tax due this year must not be less. Otherwise, Sky Island will move to hover above Britannia next year..."

The Winged Elf bowed his head, answering cautiously.

At these words, Morgan's face turned livid with anger, cursing:

"A bunch of fools!"

The Disaster Bell had rung long, and her first reaction was to send an Elf Messenger to deliver Fate's warning to the Danu Gods on Sky Island.

However, the Danu Gods, who have been away from the earth for so long, believed she was making excuses to evade the magic tax and refuse the sacrifices.

Indeed, a life of ease not only corrodes the gods' minds but also numbs them to necessary alertness.

The fools on Sky Island may have forgotten that this land was not originally theirs and that crises and calamities have never truly left.

Though filled with anger, Morgan was helpless as well.

Having secretly taken the Stone of Destiny earlier, which caused a rift with the Danu Gods, she and her two sisters dared not return alone to Sky Island to specifically remind this lazy group to stay vigilant, awaiting the arrival of the Great Catastrophe.

Since the Danu Gods are unreliable, she can only do what she can to mitigate the situation in her own way:

"Notify Bawansi, Bagster, and Meiluxin that the forging period for the King's Sword must be cut in half. I want the finished product in three months! If there aren't enough hands, have the Six Great Fairy Clans make up the numbers. If there aren't enough resources, have Cornu help! It has the Endless Cauldron of the Divine Ancestor Dagda; whatever materials are needed can be endlessly duplicated."

"Isn't that a bit rushed? Moreover, apart from the tasks you assigned, we still have to prepare the magic tax and offerings for Sky Island."

The Elf representatives in the main hall flashed a look of discontentment, chattering away with their doubts.

Morgan looked at the elves in the court, a cold expression on her face:

"I want results! If you can't manage that, you won't have to worry about next year's taxes and tributes for the rest of your lives!"

The biting murderous intent swept across the hall. The elves were reminded of the mountain of corpses in the plaza and the blood-drenched night, shrinking their necks and daring not stir the ire of this ruthless queen.

Watching the elves flee the hall as if they were escaping, return to their stations, and assign tasks, Morgan rubbed her aching brows, gazing outwards.

The sky was overcast, filled with the oppressive pressure of an impending storm.

More unsettling for Morgan was the feeling that some mysterious forces were interfering with her perception of the fate trajectory.

— Everything she thought and hoped for was shrouded in unseeable chaos.

She hoped everything was still in time.

The Enchantress on the throne muttered softly, her voice full of fatigue.