Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 1008: The Sealed Legacies of the Tuatha De Danann [Part 2]



Ethan found himself falling into a trance.

The moment the beam of light that shot out from Areadbhair hit his chest, he felt drowsy, and his consciousness seemed to slip away from him.

When he regained his senses, he found himself standing on a battlefield.

Loud explosions, roars, dying screams, and the sounds of weapons clashing against each other assaulted his ears, making him stagger.

"Calm your heart, Beloved."

Hearing a voice that made him feel as if a refreshing breeze was passing over him, Ethan soon recovered his bearings.

"I know you don't want to fight, but we have no other choice," a young lady, who looked familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, said with a calm expression on her face.

A few seconds later, Ethan finally figured out what made the lady look familiar.

She looked very much like a grown up version of Chloe!

One of the reasons he didn't recognize her right away was due to the fact that her hair was as red as pomegranates, giving her a sharper and more gallant presence.

The beautiful lady donned a red robe, holding a staff in her right hand and a glowing stone in her left hand.

A single glance was enough for him to recognize the stone in Chloe's hands, which had glowing runic patterns on its surface. It was none other than the Stone of Destiny, Lia Fail.

"Chin up," Chloe said before lightly patting his back as if giving him a slight push. "I'll cover for you, so fight with everything you have."

The Stone of Destiny glowed brighter, and a golden light covered Ethan's body.

He felt a lot stronger, calmer, and more courageous.

Suddenly, the spear in his hand blazed with great intensity, its flames almost covering his entire body.

That was how intense the flames were, and he felt how much it was rearing to taste some blood.

"Go lonraí an t-ádh ort faoi sholas na nDéithe," Chloe said softly,

(A/N: May fortune shine upon you under the light of the Gods.)

She then planted her staff on the ground and chanted a spell, giving Ethan the power to fly.

With her spell, the young man rose to the sky and joined his compatriots in battle. Areadbhair seemed to roar in his hands, asking him to slaughter as many as possible.

The moment Ethan came close to the fiendish monsters they were fighting against, he immediately recognized them as the Fomorians.

With flaming spear in hand, Ethan killed, killed, and killed some more.

The overwhelming desire to slaughter was taking hold of his mind.

The more he immersed himself in the bloodlust, the more powerful the flames burned until they covered his entire body.

From time to time, Ethan would lose himself to the feeling of being overwhelmed by so much killing intent.

It made him feel alarmed, aware that he was being controlled by Areadbhair and was simply moving according to its wishes.

Controlling a weapon and being controlled by a weapon were two different things.

Ethan didn't want to be a tool for slaughter, especially when the Flaming Spear was supposed to be his tool instead.

However, with every Fomorian he killed, the more he felt like he was losing his mind.

Each kill made Areadbhair's flames stronger, and each kill made Ethan feel that he was about to lose his mind, turning into some maddened being who would end up killing friends and foes alike.

It was then that he heard Chloe's voice inside his head.

"Ciúnaigh do chroí."

(A/N: Calm your heart.)

Her words were like a bucket of cold that splashed over his head, instantly helping Ethan break free from Areadhbair's control and regain his senses.

He stood in the middle of the battlefield, panting for breath, while his entire body blazed like a raging inferno.

The Fomorians had backed away, not daring to fight him in close quarters.

They had seen his wanton slaughter of their comrades, and it made them feel fearful of the Champion of the Tuatha De Danann, who didn't hesitate to charge deep within enemy lines to slaughter them all.

While Ethan was doing his best to gain control of his body, some of the Fomorian Shamans bombarded him with long-ranged spells.

But just before these spells could land on his body, a barrier appeared, stopping them in place.

In the distance, Chloe stood with her eyes glowing with power, holding up the Stone of Destiny, which shone like a small sun in her hand.

Her long fiery hair fluttered in the breeze as she held up the barrier that blocked any and every attack thrown in Ethan's direction.

"Kill him!" a loud shout spread on the battlefield. "Whoever kills him will have anything he wishes from me! Kill him!"

Perhaps woken up by the voice of someone ordering his death, Ethan was able to gain full control of his body. He held Areadbhair firmly in his hands, making sure that the Spear of Slaughter would not bend his will.

Ethan then stared at the person who ordered his death.

Although this was the first time he was seeing him in his lifetime, the young man immediately recognized him as the Half-Fomorian and former king of the Tuatha De Danann,

Bres.

Sensing Ethan's gaze land on his body, Bres shuddered internally. However, since he was at the very rear of the Fomorian Army, he believed that he wouldn't need to worry too much about the Champion of the Tuatha De Danann, who had put fear in his heart.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The moment Ethan locked his sights on his target, the world seemed to move in slow motion. The barrier that had protected him from the bombardment of spells shattered, leaving him open to the next barrage of spells that were about to descend on his body.

In that world where time seemed to move very slowly, Ethan took a step forward.

He moved normally in that world and effortlessly evaded the spells by walking around them.

The sound of a bell seemed to ring in his ears as the flames that covered his body turned

golden white.

The Fomorians who didn't know that they were moving so slowly in his world, charged in his direction, weapons drawn to kill.

However, Ethan simply swung and thrust his spear, killing the helpless Fomorians who

happened to be in front of him.

In his enemy's eyes, he was moving too fast.

In his eyes, they were moving too slowly.

This trance-like state didn't last long, and after nearly half a minute, the world around him

returned to its normal speed.

But that was fine. Ethan had already slaughtered his way toward his target until they were

only separated by hundreds of meters.

His eyes glowed with power, and the spear in his hands roared for the death of his enemies.

And this time, Areadbhair was no longer able to bend Ethan to his will.

This time, the young man had full control of his senses, making him more deadly than before.

Suddenly, a One-Eyed Giant blocked Ethan's path.

He immediately recognized this creature because he had seen him after the battle ended between the Insect Horde that tried to invade Midgard.

The monster was none other than the Fomorian Progenitor, Balor, who had assisted Bres in

his rebellion to reclaim his former throne and once again make the Tuatha De Danann suffer

under his rule.