Murphy stood on a cliff, overlooking the battlefield below.
On one side were countless goblins, Centaurs, banshees, treants, and other spirits and monsters, while their leaders were two tall, radiant gods. From their attire, Murphy immediately recognized them as the last god-king of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Lugh, and his son, Cú Chulainn.
The other side looked even more familiar. Those warriors wearing horned helmets clearly came from Northern Europe, and among their ranks were more than a dozen giants several yards tall.
At their head was also an acquaintance of Murphy's—the one-eyed Odin.
He was in terrible shape. His beard and hair were covered in blood, and even the divine spear Gungnir was gone. He held only a great axe. Clearly, ever since the last Ragnarok, he had not been doing well.
The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce. Every time Lugh and Cú Chulainn hurled their spears, they could kill a giant, while the lightning and storms raised by Odin's great axe slaughtered through the enemy ranks like mowing grass.
Murphy had no interest in the battle between the two sides. His gaze turned to the rear of each army's battlefield, where, amid camps stretching for several miles, an enormous black cylindrical crystal had been placed abruptly in each camp.
Murphy was speechless.
No wonder Camelot's Magic Web node was gone. So it had been taken along with the army as a war fortress!
That was understandable. After all, the amplification effect of a Magic Web node was enormous. Whether there was a Magic Web node nearby during a war made a world of difference.
But the fact that the Nordic gods' side also had a Magic Web node meant his plan had worked.
The wizards had listened to his suggestion, spread everywhere like scattered sparks,