At the same time, Cu Chulin also returned to his throne.
"It's been hard on you, Koo."
Looking at Cu Chulin, who was covered in scars, Maeve, who was holding the whip, did not feel distressed. Instead, she felt a kind of excitement. She felt that Cu Chulin was full of wildness and very fascinating.
Of course …
"The other injuries are fine, but the heart injury is no joke. Even his Spiritual Core was almost broken. Even if Koo can endure it, he will die if his Spiritual Core is broken."
Maeve said with a smile. She was not worried that Cu Chulin would die just like that.
In fact, Cu Chulin's face was indeed indifferent, and he didn't care at all.
"The Spiritual Core is fine. It's just my heart that was pierced. If it weren't for the curse of the dead thorn, this degree of injury would've healed long ago."
Cu Chulin said coldly.
"It's okay, Koo. Even if it's the curse of the magic spear, as long as you have the Holy Grail, you don't have to worry at all. Just leave it to me, Queen Maeve."
Hearing Maeve's cheerful expression, Cu Chulin also nodded his head.
"If it can be cured, do it quickly."
Cu Chulin's tone didn't change from beginning to end as if he was talking about someone else's matter.
There was nothing he could do.
Cu Chulin never cared about how badly he was injured or how much pain he was in.
There was only one thing that Cu Chulin cared about.
"It won't be long before those guys attack, and if the curse still exists, it will be too troublesome. I don't want this heart anymore."
Cu Chulin said faintly.
To the Wise Mad King, the wounds on his body were nothing more than that. If they continued to exist, they would only affect his fighting ability and his condition. Whether he would die from the wounds or lose too much blood, that had nothing to do with Cu Chulin. Cu Chulin did not care about anything other than fighting and killing.
In light of that …
"You have to be prepared here, don't make any mistakes on the battlefield." Cu Chulin looked at Maeve and said, "Release all the soldiers in your inventory. Don't hold back how much combat power you have left. Send all of them to the battlefield, and prepare the Holy Grail to summon new servants at any time."
That was what Cu Churin really cared about.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine." Not only did Maeve not feel disappointed, but she also said enthusiastically: "The warrior still has a lot of storage, and he also summoned some interesting things. Although he hasn't summoned a new servant yet, as long as he has the Holy Grail, that won't be a problem."
That was right.
With the Holy Grail as their trump card, it was impossible for the Celtic Empire to lose this match.
As long as she had the power of the Holy Grail, Maeve could summon an unlimited number of Celtic soldiers.
As long as there was the power of Holy Grail, even a servant could summon a new one.
Celtic, who had the Holy Grail, only had four servants, while his opponent had eight servants, but he still wasn't at a disadvantage.
Not to mention …
"The man who ran away from home has also returned."
Maeve smiled happily and looked at the third person in the hall.
There, an archer with a big bow slowly appeared.
"Is that Zhouna?"
Cu Chulin looked at Zhouna.
"Welcome back, Zhouna, did you have a good time?"
Maeve, on the other hand, was still smiling.
Looking at the crazy and evil king and queen in front of him, Zhouna's face was calm.
"Just like last time, I will join you."
Zhouna said expressionlessly.
"I only have one request, you know."
Cu Chulin didn't respond to Zhouna's words, only Maeve nodded happily.
"Of course, the famous Zhouna, Karna will be yours. You can defeat him, right?"
Mei Fu kept smiling at Ah Zhou, but all she got in return was Ah Zhou's silence.
Just like that, Zhouna rejoined the Celtic Empire, and as Rozen and the others guessed before, he became an enemy, increasing the number of servants on the Celtic Empire's side to five.
However, what happened next, Rozen and the others couldn't guess.
"So, although with the addition of Ah Zhouna, the combat power here has increased, but compared to the enemy, the number of followers is still a bit less."
Maeve tilted her head and said.
"We should at least add one more servant, so that we have a chance of winning."
How to increase?
Using the Holy Grail to summon?
But if he used Holy Grail to summon, a new neutral servant would be summoned out of balance.
So …
"Bring that cute toy up."
Maeve gave such instructions in an innocent voice, like a child.
Thus, a few Celtic soldiers escorted a person into the room.
It was a girl.
One of them was a petite girl dressed in luxurious clothes. Her hair was as red as maple leaves, and her hair was tied into two ponytails. She carried a longbow on her back, and her appearance was quite lovable.
"She is …"
Seeing the girl, Zhouna's eyes couldn't help but narrow.
This was because Ah Zhou had seen the girl's face, hair color, and clothes before.
It was in the basin of the aborigines.
This young girl looked almost exactly the same as Luo Mo.
At this time, the girl seemed to be in an extremely weak state, and she was almost dragged in by the Celtic soldiers.
"Ugh …"
The girl's mouth uttered an extremely low sound of pain.
Looking at the girl, Maeve seemed to be in a good mood.
"Originally, I only caught you to lure the Indian hero out, but I didn't expect that there would be a time when I could use you."
Maeve's joyful words made the girl's body move slightly.
"What … do … you want to do …?"
The girl struggled to ask such a question.
This made Maeve's face show a cruel expression.
"It's nothing. I just feel that it's too cruel to fight to the death with the person I love." Maeve laughed and said: "However, as a myth, this is also one of the common stories. Since it is a myth war, why don't we let you stage a tragedy on this battlefield? What do you think?"
That's right.
Since summoning a new servant might lead to the appearance of a new neutral servant, then don't summon a new servant. Instead, use a servant that has already been summoned. That would be more convenient.
"It's okay, it won't hurt, probably?"
Maeve smiled happily, cheerfully, and diligently at the girl in front of her.
In her hand, the Golden Urn slowly appeared.
Seeing this, the girl seemed to have realized her ending.
"Rama … Lord …"
The girl called out the name of her beloved for the last time.
Then, the Golden Urn shone and covered her.
"— — — —"
In the light, the girl's faint wail could be heard.
Looking at this scene, Zhouna closed his eyes.
Cu Chulin, on the other hand, only watched coldly from the beginning and did not say anything.
The girl fell.
For the upcoming myth story, she offered her insignificant self.
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