Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 964: The Battle Of Kings [Part 1]



After nearly two weeks of traveling, the Fomorian Army finally reached the Northernmost region of Midgard.

"I've always wondered-how do you guys plan to cross the sea?" Godfrey asked in curiosity.

The handsome man with black hair smiled faintly before raising his sword towards the sky.

A magic circle appeared beneath his feet, and half a minute later, a floating ship made of monster bones hovered a hundred meters above his head.

The ship was quite large, with a length of three hundred meters and a width of seventy meters.

However, despite its humongous size, it couldn't possibly carry the Fomorian Army that numbered in the hundreds of thousands.

The One-Eyed Giant threw an artifact on the sea, and a Bone Ship that was of similar size to the Flying Ship appeared.

One by one, the subordinates of the Fomorian Army used artifacts to summon ships that would travel across the sea.

The High-Ranking Fomorians of the army then summoned beasts like Manticores, Wyverns, and even Black Dragons, so they could travel through the sky.

Seeing this, King Arawn raised his hand, and three majestic Flying Carriages pulled by Grand Griffins descended from the sky.

These griffins were six-meters tall, and the carriages that they were pulling could easily fit around twenty people without problems.

"Do you want to join me?" King Arawn asked Godfrey.

"It will be my honor and pleasure to join you, King Arawn," Godfrey replied.

The Hounds split themselves between the two carriages, leaving King Arawn and Godfrey to stay in one of them.

The Fomorian Army would travel by sea and air with only one destination in mind.

Seeing this majestic show of power, Godfrey couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

'Ethan and the humans of the Shire Continent are finished,' Godfrey thought. "They will not be able to stop this army's advance.'

Thousands of ships of different shapes and sizes started to sail ahead.

The Giants, who were around eight to ten meters tall, decreased their sizes until they were only two meters tall.

This way, they would be able to fit in the ships that were summoned, allowing them to join the journey across the water.

A day later, the sound of laughter and merry making could be heard from ships that were traveling on the sea.

"Hahaha! I've been enduring my hunger for human flesh since we traveled to Midgard," a Fomorian with four eyes, and four horns laughed. "The moment I step on land, I will immediately find the nearest city to start a massacre."

"Start a massacre with just you?" a One-Eyed Giant, who had shrunk his body, sneered. "Do you really think those creatures are pushovers? If that's really the case, we wouldn't have lost to them hundreds of years ago!"

"He's right," a Lizard-like Fomorian commented. "Do not underestimate the people of the Shire Continent. If they were that easy to kill, we wouldn't have lost in the war against them hundreds of years ago.

"They only won because the Firbolgs were there to help them," another Fomorian commented. "But the Firbolgs are no longer as powerful as they were in the past. I've heard that they were forced to mingle with the humans, and their bloodline is now diluted.

"Granted, there might still be strong individuals in this generation. But compared to their might hundreds of years ago, they are severely lacking."

The other Fomorians nodded in agreement.

The Firbolgs and the Tuatha De Danann had been their staunchest enemies in the past.

However, now that the Tuatha De Danann had gone into hiding and their whereabouts still unknown, the Fomorians knew that their time had finally come.

Suddenly, a commotion occurred when a one-eyed giant and a two-horned Giant started bashing each other with their fists.

The surrounding Fomorians all cheered, happily watching this spectacle as a form of entertainment.

In such a cramped space, it was quite easy for people to bump into each other. When those whose tempers weren't good to begin with experienced such a thing, fists would immediately start flying.

The Giants have a favorite saying.

Smash first, think later!

And with this saying, the two started a brawl, roaring and punching each other as if they were irreconcilable enemies.

But just as the climax of the battle was about to unfold, someone stepped in and smacked the two giants, making them stagger backwards.

"You morons! I know that all of you are itching for a fight, but I won't tolerate any fighting on my ship!" the One-Eyed Giant shouted. "Wait until we make landfall. At that point, I won't stop you if you want to flatten entire villages, towns, or cities to the ground!"

The two Giants glared at each other before turning around to walk in different directions. Since one of the Chieftains of the Fomorians had spoken, they had no choice but to obey. The other Fomorians started booing because their entertainment came to an abrupt end. However, a glare from the One-Eyed Giant was enough for them to all shut up, and they started to mind their own business.

"You know, there are stories about giant monsters in the sea," a Fomorian that looked like a Gorilla said. "I hope that one of them attacks us. I want to feast on a strong monster's flesh."

"Look, there's a whale over there!" a Two-Horned Giant pointed at a whale that was swimming a hundred meters away from their ship.

"Kill it!" a One-Eyed Giant shouted. "We'll have whale meat tonight!"

The other Fomorians all sprang into action and started throwing spears at the Whale, who was unlucky enough to rise to the surface at that time to breathe some air.

"Hahaha! These weak sea creatures have come to offer themselves for lunch!" a two-horned Giant laughed as he threw his spear, aiming for the Whale's head. "Even if a Kraken appears, it will just become food for us!"

The other Fomorians laughed as they, too, threw their spear at the pitiful whale, whom they had already labeled as their lunch.

The whale immediately thought about diving in the waters to evade the incoming attack from

the Fomorians.

However, it was already too late.

The spears were only a few meters away from its body, and given the strength of the Fomorians, it would certainly die a miserable death the moment those spears connected withn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

its body.

Suddenly, a pillar of water rose up, blocking the spears and making them fall helplessly into

the sea.

When the pillar of water receded, everyone saw a young man standing on the water's surface, holding a trident in his hand.

"You said that even if a Kraken appeared, it would just become food for you guys, right?" the young man asked in a teasing tone. "How about we put your words to the test?"

King Arawn, who heard the commotion below him, parted the curtains of his carriage to see

what was happening.

Godfrey did the same.

However, a second later, a surprised expression appeared on the Vampire Lord's face.

"Ethan?" Godfrey muttered while arching an eyebrow. "What is this kid doing here?" King Arawn, glanced at the Vampire Lord with a frown. "You know him?" "Yes." Godfrey smiled faintly. "Let's just say that there's some bad blood between us."

The two then shifted their attention back to the sea to observe the young man, who had successfully taunted the short-tempered and hot-blooded Fomorians.

"Kill him!" one of the Fomorians shouted. "Tear his limbs and serve him for lunch!"

"All of you step aside!" the Two-Horned Giant, who spoke about eating a Kraken earlier,

shouted. "He's mine!"

Ethan sneered at the delusional Fomorian who was overestimating himself.

With a voice tinged with authority and power, The Prince of Atlantis pointed his Trident at the

Giant Bone Ship, which was currently at the helm of the Fomorian Army.

"Release the Krakens!" Ethan roared.

A moment later, countless giant tentacles emerged from the sea.

One of these tentacles wrapped itself on the Two-Horned Giant who had insulted its race

earlier and dragged him to the sea.

At the moment of danger, the Two-Horned Giant reverted to its original size in order to fight

for its life. Unfortunately, it had made the wrong choice of words earlier, making the largest of the

Krakens target him personally.

The moment the Giant was pulled into the water, a giant maw bit into its body, slicing him in

half.

Red blood rose to the surface of the sea, as the roars, shouts, curses, and war cries of the

Fomorians spread in the surroundings.

Ethan raised his trident to the heavens, and dark clouds covered the entire sky.

The rumbling of thunder and flashes of lightning across the heavens heralded the beginning

of a battle that would turn the sea into a sea of blood and death.