Chapter 945 We Are the Orthodox Ones!

The memorial ceremony for Morrigan, the Goddess of War, made senior officials all over the world fearful.

Although judging from the current situation, the war goddess Morrigan only exists in the East District of the Fog City in the British region, and her scale and popularity are not as exaggerated as Mosca Iron Acropolis.

But compared to a backcountry like the Iron Acropolis, what kind of area is the City of Fog?

This was a former financial capital, a former tourist attraction, and a former civilized city.

Whether historically or politically, it is not comparable to the Iron Guard.

But what worries everyone more is the appearance of Morrigan, the goddess of war.

The extraordinary force did not move.

The devil in Italy was suppressed by Father Alexander.

The Demon King of Steel Guard City is even dealt with by the extraordinary forces from around the world who have joined forces with the help of the power of mythical beasts.

The ancient Eastern country, the Land of Cherry Blossoms, is a place where extraordinary heritage is deeply rooted. There is also the Sword Immortal Sect, and the Onmyoji holds the sky with one hand to guard against it.

Even Citigroup, which has no local extraordinary heritage, has embraced the Dark Parliament, not only relying on them to solve its troubles, but also having an unstable trading channel.

It has been almost half a day since the giant rat abnormality appeared in the eastern district of Britain's Fog City.

But there was no trace of the extraordinary side of justice.

This...could it be that the British region was forgotten by the extraordinary inheritors of Europa?

Or maybe Morrigan, the goddess of war, is a super fierce evil god, and no supernatural force is willing to offend her?

On the Internet, it is even more chaotic than at the top.

The spectators who had been watching the chaos in the foggy city with a lively attitude became worried after discovering that the hosts of the live broadcast were also affected and began to suffer life threats.

In the ancient country of the East, some people even called on the British officials to seek help from the ancient country of the East. They asked Qingyun Sword Immortal of the Sword Immortal Sect to dispatch and take away the beautiful banshee with one sword.

Hmm...that's right, it wasn't a sword strike, but a strike.

There is no way, just because you are good-looking you can do whatever you want.

The shadow of the goddess of war Morrigan has spread to every corner of the real world. Regardless of race or differences in growing environment, her beauty is incomparably in line with everyone's aesthetics.

Even if she doesn't get the on-site bonus, it's enough to make human beings unwilling to watch her disappear from the world.

If it weren't for her appearance, there would be some evil connotation in it.

Maybe the number of followers of the war goddess Morrigan at this time could exceed the total population of the Celtic people in Britain at that time.

What netizens don’t know is that the senior officials of the ancient Eastern country, the Kingdom of Cherry Blossoms, actually received a letter asking for help from Britain shortly after the war goddess Morrigan appeared.

Yasuo Abe even entered the secret room of the shrine, activated the rune stone left by Master Seimei Onmyoji, and reported the incident.

Xiao Yu did not go to Lilliput, but still held an important director position at Big Ben, so he immediately noticed Yasuo Abe's actions.

Xiao Yu immediately answered using the voice of Seimei Onmyoji.

Morrigan, the goddess of war, is one of the ancestral spirits sealed by the extraordinary inheritance of the Celtic family.

This is an internal issue of the Celtic clan. It is difficult for these extraordinary forces to interfere in this matter without the consent of the Celtic Hall of Valor.

Xiao Yu's answer naturally passed through Yasuo Anbei's mouth and was sent to the table of the Round Table Conference Room in the British Fog City.

Morrigan, the goddess of war, is not an alien demon, but an ancestral heroic spirit.

This explains why the phantom of the goddess looks like a human and is so in line with the aesthetics of the human race.

only……

Look at the clear black and bold word Celtic.

A senior official with a beer belly next to the Prime Minister raised his hat and threw it to the ground.

"This must be intentional!"

"Those Celtics must have deliberately delayed coming to help us!"

"No, it can't be like this. It should be our officials who represent the British region!" The angry senior official shouted for a while, and then shouted to the Foreign Secretary: "We have to tell the extraordinary forces in other regions that we are requesting their permission on behalf of Britain. help!"

"We are the orthodox ones!"

"This..." The Foreign Minister looked at his colleagues with a bitter look on his face, spread his hands and said, "The answer is very clear."

“Mortals return to kingship, and the extraordinary returns to the extraordinary.”

"We reiterate that we are British orthodoxy and represent all British people."

"But... other extraordinary forces don't recognize it!"

"No, don't recognize it?"

The senior official clenched his fists and gasped, "Isn't this bullying?"

"Damn it, do you really think that an evil god who has not yet been resurrected can make us, Britain, surrender?"

"Your Majesty Prime Minister!"

"Those guys are unreliable, we have to find a way on our own!"

"Celtic Hall of Valor?" The Prime Minister rubbed the words on the tablet with his right thumb and sighed softly.

He finally learned about the extraordinary inheritance in Britain, which was a great thing.

But, is this Murphy's Law? Good things don't work, bad things do.

Britain is truly the land of extraordinary Celtic heritage.

However, if they really held such a grudge against the Norman Conquest, why didn't they take action in the first place? Why have we been able to get along with them in recent decades?

"Among the extraordinary forces, there must be rules that restrict them that we don't know about."

The Prime Minister rubbed his forehead and whispered, "I don't believe that the other party will really watch the war goddess Morrigan resurrect."

"Even if the war goddess Morrigan is not an alien demon, but a local ancestral spirit, since she was sealed by them, she must be their enemy."

"They will definitely take action!"

"But the timing can be chosen, right?" The official who was born as a historian was rarely smart and reminded: "When we were still an empire in history, we were very good at choosing the timing of action."

"..."

The Prime Minister glanced at the official and nodded: "Indeed."

"So, it is the best choice for us to overcome the difficulties by our own strength."

"I agree to accept military assistance from the French region. Their warships can reach the coast of the fog city and conduct military operations."

"In addition, I am willing to sign a document agreeing to a trade agreement with the Mosca official in exchange for the support of the other party's missile base in the Nordic direction."

After realizing that the extraordinary forces in Britain might be willing to let the war goddess Morrigan turn the fog city into ruins before taking action.

The Prime Minister stopped hesitating and began to toughen up.

Of course, after voting on these proposals, everyone at the round table stood up and prepared to take a special plane to leave the foggy city accompanied by their secretaries.

Although... the war goddess Morrigan did not expand out of the eastern part of the foggy city after her appearance, and the monsters in the direction of Big Ben did not move.

But what if?

What if the strong men of Celtic Valhalla are reckless and accidentally hurt the Prime Minister's residence?

At the critical moment, life and property must not be entrusted to others, but this is the creed of these people!