From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 421: I am Cuchulainn!

It was still the Parliament, still that noisy legislative assembly, and they had still not discussed a conclusive result regarding the matter.

It made sense, in a way. The Commissioners like John in the Parliament were experts at lining their own pockets. A high-speed railway had been under construction for fifteen years, costing over a hundred billion pounds, but the final result was that it "hadn't been built"!

Yes, exactly. It was not a matter of how much had been built, but that it simply had not been built at all!

They had spent all the funds, yet there was absolutely no tangible progress. The money was gone, and the work remained untouched!

This perfectly aligned with the nature of Great Britain's civil servants. You could never find a single fault in their procedures, but if you asked what they had actually accomplished?

In the very beginning, they would say there was no rush and that inspections were required.

Then they would claim that perhaps something needed to be done, but they could wait a little longer.

Following that, they would state that they could take action, but for various reasons, they had not.

Finally, they would tell you that there had been an opportunity to achieve it, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

With this relentless combination of excuses, these people, just like the Commissioners like Smith next door, took all the money while the actual work was still under discussion!"We can't possibly investigate everything, can we? What if we actually find something?" This was the mindset of the vast majority in the Parliament. Because everyone in this country was wallowing in the same mud, the system somehow managed to keep limping along.

But soon enough, things could no longer limp along.

Because, under everyone's astonished gazes, Sunak, the Prime Minister who rarely appeared in the Parliament, kicked open the doors of the assembly hall. Radiating absolute fury, he marched straight to the podium in the center of the room.

"A full week has passed, and you still haven't argued your way to a conclusion, have you?" Sunak's words hammered against everyone's hearts, instantly stirring discontent among these esteemed legislators.

They were legislators, the true masters of this nation. Even if he was the master of 10 Downing Street, he had no right to be so insolent to them!

Many of their expressions turned icy. Some had already begun plotting to impeach this Prime Minister of Indian descent the moment this session concluded!

Allowing an Indian to become Prime Minister was simply a disgrace to their British Empire!

Sunak, of course, was well aware of this sentiment, but he could not care less. Whoever wanted to be Prime Minister could have the job. It was not as if he had willingly taken the position; he was merely brought in to clean up someone else's mess.

After seeing his predecessors cause disastrous problems without anyone being forced to apologize or step down, only for him to face calls for his own dismissal, he understood. He could never exert any real power in this country, so now, he simply did not care!

"Since there is no result, let us stop discussing that matter for now. We are going to discuss something far more important!"

"More important? Are you suggesting we discuss the funding allocation for repairing His Majesty the King's palace?" A legislator immediately threw out a mocking retort.

These legislators knew that Sunak had been growing close to the King lately, and this was a blatant jab, implying he was acting as the King's lapdog.

"Those funds will not be used to repair the palace!" Sunak shot back sharply. "They are now the funds for the Royal Guard. But, of course, today's issue has nothing to do with that, but with somewhere else entirely!"

The Prime Minister's expression was incredibly gloomy as he continued, "Yesterday, a request for aid reached the Parliament, and you rejected it. Do you remember?"

Hearing this, all the legislators froze.

Yesterday? The Parliament?

Some slowly began to recall that yesterday, their arguments had grown so heated that they had casually dismissed all pending applications. In this Parliament, such a thing was the norm!

Looking at it now, had they ignored something incredibly important yesterday? Surely it could not be that bad?

How important could it really be? If worse came to worst, they could just discuss it today!

Sunak knew exactly what these legislators were thinking, for he had once been one of them. But now...

"Ah! You have caused this country to miss a chance at salvation. You people must take responsibility for this disaster!"

He slammed the device in his hand onto the podium, his voice laced with profound disappointment. "Play yesterday's request for aid!"

The next second, on the massive Projector screen behind him, a deeply panicked voice echoed out:

"This is Belfast, Northern Ireland! Request for aid! We need assistance! Monsters have breached our defenses! We need assistance!"

Then, the video footage popped up.

Outside the government building of the capital city stood densely packed crowds of "people". Or rather, they should not be called "people" at all, but rather, Monsters!

Because these "people" were not solid entities, but a peculiar ethereal form. Yet, each one was pitch-black, looking absolutely terrifying!

They simply stood there in the public square and on the streets, blocking every single exit and trapping the personnel inside.

The scene shifted to the port of Northern Ireland, accompanied by the same urgent and fearful voice. "Help! We need support! Monsters have blocked the port! No one can leave, and no ships can enter!" The port was also swarming with dense packs of Monsters, clogging the waterways and terrifying incoming ships so much that they dared not dock.

The footage shifted again and again, displaying various districts and cities across Northern Ireland. Almost every single city had sent out a request for aid!

After playing through the videos, Sunak turned off the Projector. He stood at the center of the hall, glaring intensely at the legislators before him.

"Gentlemen, these were the requests for aid from yesterday. And today, there are no more messages!"

"To be precise, we have received absolutely no information today whatsoever!"

"We have completely lost contact with the entirety of Northern Ireland. Even our satellites cannot tell us what is happening there! I would like to ask you all, were you aware of this?"

The moment these words were spoken, the politicians before him realized that Sunak was looking for someone to take the blame. And he was blatantly telling them that the scapegoats were going to be every single one of them!

After all, it was their direct dismissal of these cries for help that had prevented any aid from arriving.

Furthermore, because a certain someone had crippled the country's bloated and convoluted civil servant system, their rapid response mechanism had failed, leading to this horrific outcome.

No one uttered a word. Speaking up now meant actively offering to take the blame, whereas staying silent meant sharing the blame as a collective. They were well aware of the principle that the law does not punish the masses!

"Not going to speak? Then I will say it for you!" Sunak roared. "Because you are all stupid and short-sighted, our Empire has, in a very short span of time, lost all contact with the north of Ireland!"

"This is a disgrace to the Empire! A disgrace to this country!"

"Now, how much longer are you going to keep discussing a single issue? Are you going to debate until this country is utterly destroyed?"

It felt incredibly satisfying for him to curse them out. These legislators could not do anything to him anyway, as they only ever knew how to line their pockets and never accomplished anything of substance.

But right at that moment, the Projector screen that had just been turned off suddenly flickered back to life, taking everyone by surprise.

Then, they saw a very distinct Irish face. His vivid red hair, in particular, looked exactly like blazing fire.

"I never would have imagined that the great Celtic people would suffer defeat at the hands of a bunch of barbarians!" the man declared loudly. His voice crackled like bursting flames, and his gaze was as scorching as the sun, exuding an absolutely terrifying aura!

"But today, such a thing will not happen. The Feudal Lord of the Celtic people, the Irish people, and the people of Ulster has returned. I will lead my people to take back everything that belongs to us!"

Hearing his words, Sunak's expression turned grim. "You are provoking the Empire, provoking England, you Irishman! Are you the ones who invaded our territory?"

"That is our territory, my uncle's territory, the territory of Ulster! Since when did it become yours? You shameless foreigners!" the man bellowed. "I declare war on you to take back everything! I will wage war upon you to avenge the tragic deaths of the Celtic people!"

Hearing this, the majority of the Parliament thought the man was simply boasting. Only two elderly men, usually unnoticed by the rest, experienced a drastic change in expression the moment they heard the name Ulster.

"Wait, Ulster, Northern Ireland... why does that sound so familiar?"

"Of course it sounds familiar. Isn't that the kingdom from the Cattle Raid of Cooley? This man claims to be from Ulster? Could it be..."

A look of absolute horror surfaced in the eyes of the two old men. But before they could utter another word, Sunak had already demanded the stranger's identity. "Who are you? Do you have the authority to represent a nation and declare war upon us?"

"Hahahahaha! Who am I? Since you asked, then listen closely!"

With an incredibly soaring, booming voice that echoed throughout the assembly hall, the man roared his name:

"I am the son of the Sun God Lugh Mac Ethlenn, the Hound of Culann, the disciple of Scathach, the hero of Ulster—Cuchulainn!"

He revealed a ruthless, bloodthirsty smile. "Now, barbarians who invaded Ireland, are you prepared to fight the great Cuchulainn?"