From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 425 The Curse of the Druids
"This is a disgrace! An absolute disgrace! A disgrace to the British Empire!"

Even King Charles, who was in charge of gardening, had never heard such words!
He was so enraged that he pointed at the screen in front of him and uttered the most vehement sentence of his life: "How dare he? How dare he say such a thing in London!"

"I want him dead! I want this superhuman dead in London, at all costs! Declare war on me!"

"Back in Queen Victoria's era, we were the ones who made others sign treaties. When did it become our turn to be the ones to sign them? What about Sunak? What about our Royal Army?"

"If other people really found out, what would they think of us? The Germans, the French, the Italians... what would they think of us?"

Charlie's voice echoed throughout the palace, silencing everyone in awe!
For England, face is far more important than anything else. The reason why Great Britain still has a voice after so many years of collapse is precisely because of this "face-saving fruit".

Hearing his brother's near-collapsed words, Prince Edward shook his head and said, "My dear brother, do you mean that, regardless of the lives of my two nephews, for the sake of the British Empire's reputation, we should kill them in London? And then turn the last two heirs of the House of Windsor into your medals of honor?"

Upon hearing his brother's almost harsh words, the initially furious Charles III fell silent.

Yes... he is already very old. If he wants the English throne to remain in the hands of the Windsor family, he can only pass it on to his two sons.

But now, these two children have become "hostages"!
If he insists on going his own way, he might become the last king of the House of Windsor...

The old king sighed regretfully, gritting his teeth, "Tell Sunak to talk to him! Any conditions are welcome!"

Upon uttering these words, the elderly king seemed to lose all his strength and collapsed under the table.

Prince Edward, however, remained calm and composed. "Brother, if the negotiations don't go too badly, you could try to shift the position towards Harry—he is also of royal blood, with Scottish ancestry and Celtic heritage. If you can't fight against it, perhaps accepting it is an option!"

This was a deliberate attempt to sow discord; Prince Edward directly found a special "safety net" for Harry, which made King Charles look at him with great displeasure.

However, we are all adults, and adults never talk about right or wrong or their stance; they only talk about interests: "If this battle is completely lost, I will consider Harry, but only if he can truly gain the approval of some extraordinary or even divine being, and not just based on his identity!"

“Of course, you are the king!” Prince Edward said softly, smiling slightly as he looked at the scene before him, which was calm yet turbulent.

Nephew, your uncle has done all he can to help you. Now it's up to you!
……

On the Thames, footage of Cú Chulainn's identity being revealed and his conversation with Prince Harry was broadcast to every viewer.

Because there was almost no sound around, all the audience members could hear the conversation, which gave many people a special feeling about this "red-haired prince".

Compared to the bewildered Prince William, this seemingly more composed prince appears to better fit their image of a "wise monarch"!

"You mean we need to compensate the Irish for what they lost?" Prince Harry continued, clearly nervous and using this kind of conversation to ease his anxiety.

Perhaps it was his identity, or perhaps it was the bloodline he revealed that helped, but in any case, this seemingly incredibly powerful "heroic warrior" Cú Chulainn was actually willing to say a few more words to him: "Yes, that's the key!"

Cú Chulainn shouted, "The gods have only been gone from this world for a little over a thousand years, and it has become like this? You are more barbaric than those so-called angels!"

"Angels?" Harry was taken aback. "Christian angels?"

"It's those birdmen! Savage, vulgar, inflexible, and they love to beat people up!" Cú Chulainn seemed to have found someone to confide in, and he voiced all these criticisms. "If it weren't for them, we would have been back in this world long ago. Why would we have to wait until now?"

"If only I had come back sooner, I could have completely destroyed this country... Oh, wait, no!"

The legendary hero looked at the country before him, and his angry expression suddenly vanished, replaced by mockery!

Finally, a resounding taunt rang out: "But your kingdom is truly hopeless, even those birdmen have abandoned you? Heh heh heh! A bunch of desperate barbarians... Never mind, I'm only here to seek justice for the Celts, as for your kingdom, I have no intention of conquering it!"

His eyes revealed a deep mockery and an unreadable indifference that frightened Harry.

“Mr. Cú Chulainn, what are you looking at? And what is our despair?” Harry pressed, but instead of an answer, he received a maniacal laugh from Cú Chulainn!
"Hahahaha! I saw it, I saw it! I saw the almost crazed souls on this land!"

"I saw it, the wails and curses of those souls with nowhere to go beneath the earth! I saw the cries of children, the jealousy of the gods, and the curses of death! You people, how dare you!"

"Hahaha, I originally thought that you people only harbored such resentment and murderous intent towards the Celts. It seems I was wrong. You harbor such great resentment towards everyone in your land!" "Arthur Pendragon, if you knew your land had become like this, could you still wait peacefully in the afterlife?"

Then, the warrior sheathed his spear, returned to his chariot, and looked at Harry with an invitation, "So, Prince of England, with Celtic blood, will you leave this land with me?"

"Weren't you going to sign a treaty with us?" Harry asked, surprised and curious. "Have you changed your mind? Or have you given up?"

“There’s no need!” Cú Chulainn calmly shook his head. “This land is almost entirely cursed, a curse from the Mother Tree. The elves and druids cursed this place almost simultaneously. There is no hope left for this land!”

“I originally intended to punish you, but I never expected that this land would issue the final punishment order to you. Death has come to your side, and what I need to do is to completely isolate your island so as not to affect Ireland!”

Upon hearing Cú Chulainn's words, Harry panicked. "A curse? We Englishmen have always been kind to others, why would there be a curse? Is there some mistake?"

"Be kind to others? Hahahaha!" Cú Chulainn laughed maniacally. "All I see beneath this land is death and despair. Those dead Celts are cursing this country with their lives. You're telling me about being kind to others? Go learn about the death beneath this land before you talk to me about this!"

He glanced at Harry with a hint of pity. "It seems you have no intention of sharing your bloodline. In that case, I can only wish you good luck! I hope you can still find traces of the afterlife in this cursed land and go to Avalon, where you can find refuge!"

He turned his chariot around, leaving the entire nation with only his back turned. "You should have a little time left to say goodbye to your loved ones! The curse of the druids is coming!"

"Once the curse is lifted, I will return to take over this island!"

He realized he had no reason to be angry with the people here; they weren't going to survive anyway, so it was fine.

The legendary hero left the city, leaving its inhabitants with great doubt and confusion.

Those Irish, Scots, or Welsh who understood these words had already packed their belongings in panic and started contacting the nearest ship or plane.

Only the English, who couldn't understand a word, stood there dumbfounded, watching the other side come and go.

"Hahaha, even the extraordinary would fear the might of Great Britain!" They proudly puffed out their chests.

Meanwhile, in the nearby parliament, with the translation completed, almost all the members of parliament began packing up their belongings.

"Congressman John, where are you going?"

"Ah, my elderly mother in France has invited me to spend Christmas! And you, Congressman Harris?"

"Haha, I'm going to New Zealand to pay respects to my grandfather!"

"I'm going to Rome!"

"I have to go to Egypt!"

"I think Ireland is great!"

These people ignored Sunak, who still wanted to mobilize his troops, and without even a thought of resistance, decided to lay low for a while.

That was a curse spoken of by the superhumans. The superhuman hero who was supposed to wage war against them actually ran away without looking back. How terrifying is that!
So they had to run too!

Sunak looked somewhat helpless and resentful. "You people! This may be the most dangerous time for the British Empire! As members of parliament of this country, can't you stay and protect it?"

"Please do not pack your things while you are saying this, Mr. Prime Minister!"

The mocking voices of the councilors became the final footnote to this parliament.

These men are not prepared to wait to die in this country like ordinary people.

As for the national honor you mentioned... what is that? Is it more important than their lives?

(End of this chapter)