From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 422 Yes, Prime Minister!

(Take it easy, even criticizing the UK gets me banned, sob sob)
"Cú Chulainn?" Everyone in the entire council hall heard this name, and of course, they also saw that face that seemed to have no flaws from any angle!

The kind of red hair that would be considered ominous even in Europe didn't look out of place on him at all; instead, it exuded an inexplicable ferocity and cruelty!

Because his name is Cú Chulainn!

Even in the most prestigious parts of England, this name is enough to stop a baby from crying!
He is the undisputed hero of the Celts, but he is even more famous for his bloodthirsty killings than for his heroic name!
His violent nature was as infamous as his name, having created one of the most horrific acts of despair on the land: the Six Circles Massacre, or the Mortini Massacre!
In that story, Cú Chulainn, as a warrior of Ulster, was the only one who was not weakened by the curse. So he chose to fight Queen Medb's entire army alone and slaughtered them all. He even killed the kings of more than a hundred small countries, countless women, children and warhorses!

You could say he was an incredibly brutal butcher, and even "butcher" doesn't quite do him justice!

Because he was sober when he committed the killings, and his purpose was nothing more than "eliminating the enemy"!

Now, such a mythical figure has stood on the opposite side?

"Ulster will be rebuilt, the Celtic bloodline will return to this continent, and a new pantheon will be established once more!" Cú Chulainn looked at them and issued his final warning. "This land belongs to the Celts, and the place where you are is our former homeland! We will reclaim it all!"

After saying this, the brutal hero shifted the focus to another location, where corpses were piled up, with their identification tags and work badges placed in front of them.

"As for these lackeys, they are part of the interest I'm charging you!"

Those identification tags clearly identified them as British officers and soldiers, but they looked like corpses!
Sunak had a headache. Watching the scene disappear, he slammed his hands on the table. "Now we know why... but we've also temporarily lost Northern Ireland!"

"Now, gentlemen, what do you think we should do?"

Upon hearing the Prime Minister's question, everyone looked away, seemingly finding it somewhat difficult to answer.

They certainly knew about the current extraordinary era, so they knew even more clearly that this was not a rebellion, nor a peaceful evolution, but a declaration of war from the extraordinary!
“So…it’s finally our turn? The Celtic pantheon has descended!” the two Scottish MPs exclaimed.

They were also Celts, a marginalized group. Although they had already achieved a high status, who wouldn't want their mother tribe to truly become a powerful group instead of some promiscuous RBQ (sex slave)?

Before, when you were powerful, you called us red-haired devils and we didn't care. Now that our gods have returned, what should you call us?
These people became noticeably more enthusiastic and were the first to voice their thoughts: "My suggestion is to negotiate. Our army cannot fight superhumans. If America couldn't, we definitely can't!"

"Why not negotiate directly? This land once belonged to the great King Arthur and the Celts. Why not welcome them directly? The crisis will be resolved, and we will also gain extraordinary protection. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?"

Upon hearing this, Sunak was both angry and amused. Wasn't this blatant treason? What did the current Great Britain have to do with King Arthur? How come he didn't know?

But just as he was about to vehemently refute these people of Celtic descent, the response he heard was:

"Yes, these are our gods!"

"Hmm, weren't we just discussing this issue? If we have gods, could we, like the Americans, obtain our own protection, sects, and supernatural powers?"

"Yes, we don't need to fawn over the Papacy or the Germans anymore! Let's choose this one, I like it!"

Hearing these people's somewhat tempted answers, Sunak was dumbfounded!

Is this still the Britain he knows? Are these the British parliamentarians? How could they be so stupid?
Don't they know that the land beneath their feet was taken from the Celts?
Sunak was furious. He was an elite, otherwise he could not have risen to the pinnacle of power in the country as an Indian!

But this did nothing to stop him from feeling astonished. Why would so many people agree to this proposal? Did these people think that after negotiating with the Celtic gods, they could regain their status?

They are unwilling to even follow the rules of the Papacy, so why would they think that the Celtic gods would treat them better?
“We will consider this, but not now!” Sunak pressed down on the councilors in front of him. He had figured it out; he wasn’t an Onsa, and if something went wrong, he could simply switch to another system—it wouldn’t be shameful. What he was doing here was simply seeking peace of mind in his position.

Thinking of this, Sunak continued, "This matter definitely needs to be addressed. Don't forget how the Irish got to that island and what their relationship with you was."

"I'm curious, after Cú Chulainn hears what those Irish people say, will he still be able to come and help you, and become your god?"

"He's a brutal hero who's killed countless people. Do you think he'll become a collaborator or a thug?"

Sunak tore away the fig leaf from everyone's face with a single sentence, laying bare the outcome before them: "Or are you betting that this historically notorious serial killer is merciful?"

This sentence shattered everyone's illusions and made many people look at Sunak with resentment!

Don't they know this? No, they know it all too well!
But they can pretend they don't know, gloss over the matter, and then head straight to America!

What does what happened in England have to do with the Americans? They should just let the people here take responsibility, and then they can come back after those superhumans have vented their anger, right?
Every country needs talented people to govern it, and how could Great Britain possibly do without such upright and experienced officials?
Wouldn't it be better to let ordinary people vent their frustrations on those extraordinary individuals, and then have them come back and give them some benefits so they can continue to be the superior people they are?

But since the Prime Minister has spoken, they still have to give this Indian some face.

Then someone spoke up.

"From an operational standpoint, we actually have six options. First, do nothing; second, issue a statement condemning the speech; third, lodge a formal protest; fourth, suspend aid; fifth, sever diplomatic relations; and sixth, declare war."

"We can first declare our firm opposition, then keep making responses, and even claim to use nuclear weapons!"

Sunak was taken aback. "So extreme?"

"Of course not, Your Excellency Prime Minister. What we need is for our constituents to know that we are protecting them. But as you know, even America is helpless against superhumans, so it's impossible for us to do the same!"

"Yes, they know we can't protect the country, but we just need to let the people know!"

These are the true politicians, revealing their almost cruel nature. They don't care about the lives of ordinary people; they only want to preserve their own interests, nothing more.

"Since you have no other way, then do it my way!" Sunak was furious. These people don't even bother to talk behind people's backs?
He has to do this kind of thing with the lights off!
"Yes, Prime Minister!" someone answered, eliciting another burst of laughter!

The smiles of these people were a mockery of Sunak, a sneer that he was like the prime minister in that TV series, spouting nonsense and doing nothing of substance!
Sunak covered his face, wishing he had a cabinet member like Humphrey.

At least these civil servants, who live and die with the nation, are actually working to solve problems after they've made their money, unlike these legislators who seem to only know how to make money!
Hearing their conversation, Bai Yang shook his head with a smile, "The political scene in Great Britain is just like in the TV series!"

But he didn't think these people did anything wrong; on the contrary, he thought they did a good job.

Because words and even one's heart can lie, but the power of will cannot. These politicians said so much and did so much, yet they still presented him with a very absurd fact: that all of them believed his performance!
These people didn't even go to Ireland, nor did they look for any possible evidence, or even have any corroborating evidence, yet they already believed the story Bai Yang fabricated.

Yes, nothing actually happened in Northern Ireland; it was all just Bai Yang's story. But these people made such a solemn vow!

Their willpower is already driving the creation of "Cú Chulainn"!
"Then let's bring it on, let our lord's army experience the awe-inspiring power of the Celts!"

(End of this chapter)