This is the battlefield where I once fought. In the protracted battle for the cattle, the Ulster warriors were unable to fight due to a curse. The only one who survived was myself, who used various methods to fight against the Queen of Connaught, Maeve (medb).
Challenge and defend the homeland.
During this period, he defeated countless warriors in duels, but while fighting madly, he also caused several horrific massacres, even killing countless women and children.
The red magic gun in his hand was completely soaked in blood. It was unknown how many people's bodies were penetrated and how many lives were taken away.
But that didn't matter. He just persisted, fighting sleeplessly, delaying time for Ulster and trying to bring a chance for a comeback.
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"Cú Chulainn, stop it. As a noble warrior, you should not slaughter unarmed women and children."
In a village that was completely burned by him, his former friends came to the door. Seeing Cu Chulainn covered in blood, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, Ferdia couldn't help but pursed his lips, his face solemn.
There is a touch of sadness in it.
"As soldiers, the battlefield should not be here."
He sincerely warned, trying to make the friend in front of him change his mind. He thought of the days when they studied together under the teacher. At that time, Cu Chulainn was so cheerful and a noble warrior who followed the rules of chivalry. But now...
"Ah--"
It seems that because of seeing his friends, the cruel Cú Chulainn calmed down for the first time in a long time, and his ferocious face gradually returned to calm.
He held his magic gun, panting slightly, and looked at the Ford Creek not far away. The crystal clear water in the past had been dyed red with blood, spreading to the end of his sight.
"Fedia, there are some things I don't have a choice about."
He withdrew his gaze, and there was also a trace of sadness on his face. The woman at his feet stared blankly at the sky, and her white neck was penetrated, leaving a bloody hole.
"If I don't take such action, I won't be able to hold back that woman Maeve's army. This is my battlefield."
"If that's the case, then we have nothing to talk about."
Ferdia shook his head. He also accepted Maeve's invitation, even with many tempting conditions, including her beautiful daughter and supreme honor.
But these are not the reasons for him to stand here.
"If the teacher were here, he would only speak with his martial arts. As long as he defeats the opponent, whatever he says will make perfect sense."
"Yes, that woman only uses violence."
Thinking of his teacher's style, Cu Chulainn nodded in rare agreement and agreed with Fedya's words.
"But it is undeniable that violence can often solve problems faster, so——"
The red magic gun in his hand was raised levelly and pointed at Ferdia from a distance.
"No matter why you are here, let us solve it quickly. There are more things waiting for me to do."
"Whether it's to stop the killing, or any other request...as long as you defeat me!"
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The battle started like this, and the first day could still be regarded as a friendly discussion. After the battle, the two of them could have dinner together while recovering from their injuries, and talk about interesting things that had happened.
But on the second and third days that followed...the battle between the two gradually escalated. Of course, the previous friendly atmosphere was gone, and it gradually turned into a real life-and-death struggle.
Until the fourth day came.
Both of them understood that they had come to the last moment, and started the last battle in full armor. In the fierce collision, Cu Chulainn could no longer suppress his rage.
He lost his patience and part of his sanity, his body swelled, one eye opened wide, his lips split open to reveal teeth like fangs, and he became completely violent.
The magic gun in his hand made a huge roar when it was swung, and just the blade of the gun swept across, leaving bottomless scars on the ground.
The battle between two people lost the value of watching and became a real battle, just like two wild beasts fighting together, using sharp claws to tear open the soft abdomen, and using sharp fangs to bite the fragile throat.
The battle lasted from early morning to dusk. In the end, Ferdia's sharp blade pierced Cu Chulainn's abdomen, but he was also penetrated by the magic gun gaebolg through the chest and directly pierced the heart. Obviously, he could not survive.
Finally, Ferdia expressed his last wish before his death. He hoped that Cu Chulainn would bury his body on the other side of the creek, which would be a good place to rest.
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Memories and reality were intertwined, and Cu Chulainn felt as if he had returned to that time, fighting crazily with his friend Ferdia, and finally his magic spear penetrated his chest.
But now he didn't lose his mind like before, he just remained silent.
"It's quite a bit of fun, the unknown magician."
Seeing his friend being pierced by his magic spear, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile.
"You want to defeat me through the regret in my heart...but this is impossible. Although I regret killing Ferdia, I have never regretted it."
The space around him changed and turned into the appearance he had before his death. The heroic warrior was framed by a trick and lost his life when he was not even allowed to fight uprightly as a hero.
Finally, he tied himself to a stone pillar and quietly waited for death to come.
"The regret in my heart?"
Cu Chulainn opened his eyes, and he could see a crow hovering above his head, crowing constantly, with his own magic gun stuck in his abdomen, and his life force was flowing rapidly with his blood.
He looked up at the dusk sky and couldn't help but think of the burning stars he had seen when he was a boy.
A meteor that disappears without hesitation, decisively and swiftly, leaving only a few traces.
Many of his friends saw it as a moment of sadness, but in his heart he felt a calm conviction that his final destiny would be like that star, which consumed everything at a young age and disappeared without a trace.
But that is not a bad ending. For me as a warrior, it is a very good fate.
"There should be a limit to tricks like that."
Cu Chulainn whispered, and the vitality returned to the dying body. He pulled out the magic spear inserted in his abdomen and broke it with force. The surrounding space also made a sound like glass breaking, like mist.
Disappear.
When he regained consciousness again, he found that he was still standing on the rooftop, but the pair of Masters had long disappeared.
"Ah, things are messed up, it's really getting into trouble——"
He looked at the empty rooftop, couldn't help but sigh, scratched his head, and couldn't help showing a distressed look.