I, The Dragon Overlord Chapter 302

Published at 14th of July 2022 06:24:47 AM

Chapter 302 - Celtic God of War

Despair enveloped the crowd as they watched the Celt casually walkout from the epicenter of the explosion. Although everyone present had seen videos recorded during the incident in Japan, they still found it difficult to parse what was happening before them. Real-life, after all, was a completely different kind of experience from viewing things behind a screen.

It was no different from how depictions of poverty in documentaries, while heart-wrenching to an extent, always failed to truly convey the misery of the position.

Today, these people got to see, with their own eyes, a ‘human being’ that could block tank shells with their flesh. Their minds were ringing in shock.

This was a tank! It was a human invention of war. It was a ferocious weapon of war that could destroy all in its path. But this weapon that could blow up an entire building, couldn’t even pierce through the skin of a humanoid being.

“Hahahaha! Good, good! Although it's not your own strength, you have still roused my interest. You were even able to injure me, so you should be proud of yourselves!”

Connacht Rhys laughed fiercely. A terrifying bloodthirst spread through the air. His smiling expression gradually turned fierce.

‘Injure? Your skin wasn’t even broken and you tell me this was injured?’

Whether it was the tourist lying on the ground in fear or those stunned Englishmen, they all subconsciously groaned the same thing in their minds.

Connacht Rhys did not give them any more opportunities to think. He roared and pulled out the spear on his back in an elegant but tyrannical manner.

A month for the rod, a year for the sword, and a lifetime for the spear. This saying meant that the spear was extremely difficult to learn. After learning that this person was a Celtic god, people familiar with Celtic mythology would immediately associate his spear with one of the four treasures of the Tuatha De Dannan - Brionac. The god-king Nuada was said to have gifted it to the last god-king, the God of Light Lugh!

“In Celtic mythology, the weapons of the gods symbolize their power. For example, Brionac symbolizes Lugh’s power of the sun and lightning. We can probably guess the power of this god from the weapon he wields.”

In MI13 Base, the professors who had been watching stood up in excitement. Within Celtic mythology that they know, there were records of many gods but there was no one named Connacht Rhys. Although they had guessed that he was the patron god of Connacht, they still did not know what kind of power he wielded.

“Some officers at the frontline have reported that they felt like they were on a bloody battlefield when facing this god. They could even smell the blood in the air which caused them to vomit.”

Mr. A said with a pale face.

“God of war.”

One of the professors shouted, “The most famous gods of war in Celtic mythology Are Morrigan, Nemain, and Macha. However, these three are not the only gods of conflict. Another example is Neit the husband of Nemain. He was also a god of war.”

The professor almost hissed in the underground base. His almost crazy words told everyone around that the Celt likely had a very high status and was very powerful.

“It’s no wonder why he could be together with one of the nine rulers of Avalon. It’s no wonder why Maeve would dare kill the illegitimate son of the God of Light Lugh. It’s also no wonder why he seemed to have something to do with Scathach and her sister. It would all make sense if he was a god of war.

The professor muttered.

The stories in Celtic mythology were related to people, but the main protagonists were the gods. The stories of Cu Chulainn, Fionn Mac Cumhaill, or even of King Arthur, although magnificent, paled in front of the status of their gods.

The Land of Shadow’s Scathach seemed to have high status as she taught many heroes. But in Celtic mythology, there was only one real ruler, that was the Tuatha De Dannan!

The so-called Land of Shadows was nothing more than another secret realm.

The professor entered a deep daze for a while. When he came back to his senses, he saw that the British Army was absolutely defeated!

“This is war. The war that we Celts love the most. It is the war where you die and I live. Mortals, come and kill me. If you can kill me, then you will be heroes!”

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Connacht Rhys fiercely smiled. His love and fervor for war stirred up lust for battle even in the common people. He worshiped war and longed for war. He seemed to have no qualms about perishing on the battlefield.

But that only made him more terrifying. As though a pure embodiment of the battlefield, his presence forced the non-military crowd to hold its breath.

Sitting on his shoulder silently was a fairy and a watch. She was a part of the Celts who venerated warriors and heroes!

“If you cannot kill me, then die on the battlefield!”

Connacht Rhys threw his spear which blurred in the air. It directly hit the muzzle of a tank, and the entire vehicle exploded.

Although there wasn’t much divine power in the puppet, it could still display the power of a demigod for a short amount of time. This means that the conventional weapons of Earth were useless against it.

“FIRE!!”

RATATTATATA—

Guns blazed and rockets roared. The heavy firepower was enough to tear a tall building apart, but these weapons ricocheted off with sparks and explosions when they hit the body of the Celt. The only proof of them even touching him was their sooty remains on his skin.

“No pain, no gain. Have you not eaten yet?!”

Connacht Rhys shouted in anger. The spear returned to his hand, and he swung it forward. The armored vehicle that was firing at him was instantly split into two. Under the shock of the sword, the swing had also bisected the three-story building behind smoothly.

When a hand grenade was thrown at him, he caught it with his hand and did not even take a second look as he pinched it in his hands. The grenade exploded with a bang like fireworks, but the Celt’s skin remained unblemished.

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“I can feel your fear! You lot are not worthy to be called heroes. You aren’t even worthy of being enemies of my people, you cowardly invaders. It is time to return the land under your feet.”

The god of war threw his spear again into the improvised fortification. In an instant, a loud explosion erupted. The light of flames illuminated the streets and blew them into ruins.

Then this Celtic god of war continued into Buckingham Palace with his spear. Human conventional weapons did not cause him any harm, and no one could be his enemy. The surging air of blood and steel filled the entire palace.

Chapter end