From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 424: The Anglo-Irish Treaty of London

How should one describe Cuchulainn's entrance? Well, it was very Cuchulainn!

Because this man actually appeared on the river in London, driving a War Chariot!

Yes, this heroic man's entrance was incredibly aggressive. In this city of nine million people, beneath the bustling Big Ben, and under the gaze of the entire world, he drove two massive warhorses pulling his two-wheeled War Chariot directly across the water!

He held a Spear in his hand and wore battle armor. He looked like a fully unsheathed sharp blade, harboring seemingly infinite power, endlessly flamboyant before the crowds!

This scene immediately caught everyone's attention. After all, what kind of normal person could walk on water as if walking on flat ground?

It was obvious at a glance that he was a Transcendent. The onlookers scattered in all directions, deciding to give this Transcendent a bit of space.

They had heard of the grand spectacles currently happening in America. Those Supernatural Monsters would commit Slaughter in the streets at the drop of a hat. Although they were sometimes beaten to death by the simple and honest folks of America, they still caused many bloody tragedies, so everyone knew what was at stake.

Watching the show was fine, but getting killed while watching would be far too stupid!

Therefore, these people thought very clearly and retreated very quickly. On this land, those who did not move fast were already dead!

However, William and Harry had no way to retreat. They could only watch as the War Chariot before them crossed the river and the road, arriving right in front of them."Sigh... I am starting to miss my charioteer Laeg. He was a perfect driver, and together we defeated the entire Connacht army!" The man's words made many people frown. What was he saying?

"It is Goidelic!" someone exclaimed. This was England, after all, near the Ancestral Land of the Celtic People, and there were quite a few Celtic People here, so they could understand these words!

The moment they heard that sentence, the expressions of many people present changed.

After all, once they knew it was Goidelic, they had already guessed the identity of the man before them—he was a Celt!

This caused the small number of Scottish and Welsh Celtic People to cheer. They naturally guessed it too; this was a deity of their people!

As for the remaining Anglo-Saxons, their expressions turned rather ugly. Many might not know the history of their ancestors, but they subconsciously disliked the Original Inhabitants. That discrimination was almost carved into their bones. If that group was happy, they naturally were not!

But being unhappy was useless, as they still needed these people to help them translate the words!

William said the same thing. "You understand him, right? Translate for me?"

He looked at his younger brother. Ever since the other party learned of the descent of Mythology, he had started studying Celtic language and culture.

William naturally knew what the other party was thinking. Harry was definitely waiting for the Celtic People to descend so his value would receive a massive boost.

'Damn it... how could this happen? Have the Celtic People really returned?' William's heart sank heavily. Looking at his brother's red hair, he felt immense dissatisfaction welling up inside!

He had already prepared everything, yet his younger brother was about to turn the tables just because of this little bit of Bloodline?

Harry happily translated the other party's words for his elder brother, which were the words the heroic man spoke next.

"You are the princes of this country, right? I already understand everything. Have your King come here!"

The moment these words were translated, both William and Harry froze.

It turned out they had already become Hostages!

Hearing this, although they did not know what the man was saying, the guards in the surrounding Vehicles had already picked up their weapons and aimed them at this special man. "Please step away from here! If you come any closer, we will shoot!"

Hearing this, Cuchulainn lifted his head with obvious interest. Looking at the people before him, he chuckled, "Then shoot!"

The guards could not understand his words, but they could see his contempt. Out of their strict adherence to their Duty, these men raised the muzzles of their guns and, amidst Harry's somewhat terrified cry of "No!", they fired!

"Bang!" The Gun sounded. Under the gazes of thousands of people on the street, the guards' Bullets shot toward this special man.

Then, they saw the man's actions.

He raised the Spear in his hand and simply swung it with ease.

"Clang!" As the Spear swung, pieces of metal shrapnel simply fell in front of him, and the clattering sound of collisions rang out in the area.

Everyone realized that right in front of them, this Transcendent had accomplished the feat of blocking Bullets with a cold weapon!

This terrifying ability silenced everyone, but it was still not over.

Because on a distant high-rise, snipers had already taken their positions and decisively pulled the triggers! They could see that this Transcendent was walking toward the two princes. This was an intolerable matter for their country. If something happened to the two royal heirs, no one dared to imagine what would happen to England!

So they had to protect the royal heirs, even if they had to pay any Price!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three snipers from different directions fired at the same time, aiming to seal off all his paths of escape and counterattack.

Unfortunately, this was useless. To this Celtic Transcendent, this kind of attack was no different from a tickle!

His body was suddenly pierced, but no wounds appeared; the bullets merely passed right through.

Those three Bullets, capable of snapping a normal person's body in half, merely left a faint trace on his body.

"You are provoking the great hero, Cuchulainn!" the man declared. Raising the Spear in his hand, three identical phantom spears appeared and flew toward the positions of the three snipers!

"Boom!" Three explosions rang out, causing panicked clamor on the streets, but right here, it was as quiet as a library.

The crowd witnessed this man's terrifying power and felt that gaze of near-utter disdain. It was not that he could not kill them, but that he disdained to do so!

Ultimately, it was Prince Harry who stood up and spoke in the Goidelic he had only recently learned. "Mr. Cuchulainn, why are you looking for our father?"

He naturally knew this name—the famous great hero of Celtic history, a figure even more ancient than King Arthur.

Seeing Harry's red hair, Cuchulainn paused slightly, and his expression softened a bit. "It seems this Royal Family is not entirely impossible to communicate with after all!"

He said to Harry, "You possess the Bloodline of the Celtic People, which is why you are willing to communicate with me, right?"

Harry nodded hastily. "Yes, sir. I have this bloodline, so I hope to have a normal conversation with you. What is it that you need?"

"Originally, I wanted to kill all the Royal Family members and Nobles of your nation. If anyone stood in my way, I would have killed everyone else too!" Cuchulainn's calm tone did not sound like he was talking about murder, but rather like he was going on a picnic.

"But now, I have changed my mind. Since there is someone like you among them, it means the Celtic Bloodline still flows within your bodies!"

"I heard that your country loves to sign treaties. I currently do not intend to kill all of you, considering quite a few people here are of Celtic descent. So, let us sign a treaty!"

Cuchulainn declared, "Let us call it the Anglo-Irish Treaty of London!"

Hearing this, Harry was dumbfounded.

It had always been Great Britain seeking others out to sign treaties. Since when did others come to force a treaty upon them? This was truly Acting Against the Natural Order!

Parliament, Downing Street, Buckingham Palace...

The people in these places had also received the news of Cuchulainn's arrival and, of course, heard his words. They naturally had translators there, so they also knew what Cuchulainn was demanding:

"You must cede all of Wales and Scotland, as those are our territories, and withdraw from England within ten years. I do not want anyone else remaining on this island!"

"You must compensate all the victims of the entire region of Ireland, and in your capacity as King, apologize to them!"

"You must admit to all your past wrongdoings, including those of your ancestors!"

Upon hearing this news, the entire British Empire was in an uproar. As this news spread across the world, it caused an even more terrifying tidal wave of shock!

Those countries that had been victimized by the complete lack of morals of the British Empire smiled in relief. They never expected that England would see a day like this!