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And this is one of the reasons why Neos promoted the alliance.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced in the direction of the stands, and he could vaguely see the golden light.

As for the emperor after the war, he was a necessary bargaining chip in Neos negotiations.

Prevent Rome's retaliation by returning the Roman emperor...

As for the emperor's feelings, doubts and other things, I don't need to pay attention to them.

After thinking about it, Nios smiled, spread his right hand, and put the wine glass on the long table where the tribute was placed.

There are beef, horse and mutton on the table, which is extremely rich.

"Then since there is no doubt, let's start after drinking, the heroic spirits have been waiting for a long time." He pointed to the pyre on the square.

The square was cleared of a large area, and firewood was piled up, on which the sacrificed warriors who had gone out with Neos in the past lay on it.Those whose corpses did not come back asked their family members for a relic and put it in the pyre.

In short, we must let their souls return to the pure land.

Even if the leaders wanted to fight for power, they became solemn at this moment, drank a glass of wine, and obediently stood on both sides, acting as the guards of the heroic spirits.

The whole square fell silent, and everyone looked up at the huge Heroic Monument, as if someone was whispering in their bodies.

The wind picked up, and the falcons howled in the sky above the city.

The robe fluttered in the wind, and Nios stepped forward, facing the scorching sun, overlooking all living beings, and began to read:

"At Stonehenge, in the oak grove, under the watchful eye of Morrigan, the goddess of war!

Today, some comrades-in-arms left us!

They died for Celtic, for their faith! "

The very little magical power in the body began to drive, a small sound transmission magic, and the deep voice spread throughout the audience.

Everyone trembled slightly, and couldn't help looking up at the silver-haired man, looking at him with a calm expression, eyes that seemed to be crying and smiling.

"Today before the gods we mourn!

For these heroic souls, we weep!

For their sacrifice, we roar! "

"Roar!"

The air is shaking!

In the square, there was a loud roar in unison.

Everyone got up from their seats and stone steps, the chiefs stood side by side around Neos, and the wind began to howl.

Countless Celts raised their heads and looked in the direction of the obelisk. Birds poured out of the forest, singing and circling above the obelisk.

In the end, the whole sky was covered by flocks of birds, and the sun was completely obscured.

Nios was stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to the sky.

Then there was a long and sharp howl, and a falcon swooped down with a speed like thunder, but it landed on his finger extremely lightly.

The leaders who were still hugging each other indifferently fell silent one by one. Following Boudica, they knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads in silence.

Neos pursed his lips, staring at the falcon in his hand, his pupils trembling.

He remembered the old man...

"So, is that you?" Neos said softly.

Falcon tilted his head and pecked at his toes.

Neos smiled and waved his hand violently.

The falcon's chirping tore through the sky, like a black lightning, soaring up!

"heroes!"

Nios raised his arms, exhausted all his strength, and shouted to the sky:

"You are the descendants of Dagda, the souls that the fairies of the lake will always look after!

Your bodies will be sublimated in the ignited ancient fire!

Your destination will be the ideal hometown far away from the world! "

The eagle hit the sky, and the birds circled up.

In the square, the people who were stunned by this scene knelt down in a huff.

"So, light a fire and show them the way!"

Hearing this, the samurai threw torches into the pyre, black smoke rose, hot wind and flames swept up.

"So, sing and see them off!"

After saying that, the birds chirped.

The horn and the battle song sounded at the same time, and the grand sound resounded throughout the city, solemn and long.

Nero suddenly stopped talking with Romagno, his expression was serious, and he listened quietly.

Martha and Aya stopped and couldn't help but look back.

Anya stood by her sister's bed, tightly holding her cold hand, and couldn't help but look out the door.

Qianqian's low singing sounded first.

"The home of the grizzly bear... the sky of the goshawk...

The home that gave me life and breath...calls the home that returns me...'

The moment the singing sounded, everyone fell silent, and the wind stopped for it, even the eagles and birds fell silent.

Looking at the thin black smoke rising from the ground, Boudica couldn't help singing along.

"...I will cross the mountains and come home...go home...go home...

I will cross the sea...to return home..."

Then, the whole audience sang.

The singing is not Latin, not Greek, but ancient Celtic, which was the language used by the ancestors who landed on the island thousands of years ago,

As if weeping, as if singing...

This ancient song is like the wind, telling too many past events.

The other Romans in the city didn't quite understand it, but they could feel that there seemed to be an invisible force guiding something in the singing.

Vaguely, they seemed to see huge waves hitting the rocks on the coast, seeing the weather-beaten Stonehenge one after another, seeing eagles passing through the green oak forest, and beasts walking in the misty swamp...

Finally, on the high mountain where the giant's body was buried, clouds and mist rolled.

The ideal land far away from the world has opened the door.

That's where all Celtic souls end up.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the flames that burned the body of the heroic spirit almost rose into the sky.

A group of birds began to circle the tip of the stele, as if paving a road to the sky invisibly.

Everyone looked up.

"This is..." Martha held the scepter tightly, her face turned pale and her body trembled.

"What's wrong?" Aya frowned and turned her head. Although she couldn't feel the magic power, she still felt that the situation was unusual.

The vortex of magic gathers here, the air current rolls up Neos' robe, and the black smoke from the pyre flows around him.

He opened his arms like a crucified Jesus and sang softly.

until the last song is over.

"Then, turn it on, Avalon!" He suddenly opened his eyes, and the stream of magic power burst out from the black eyes.

The atmosphere vibrated accordingly, and the black smoke of the flames, as well as the low-pitched wailing, drifted along the obelisk to the sky.

Then the whole square exclaimed.

They looked at the sky, the center of the vortex where the birds were circling, the thunder was rolling in the clouds, and the dazzling golden color descended, as if the sun had fallen from the sky!

Then under everyone's gaze, the golden light gradually faded, and the flock of birds began to disperse.

Nero narrowed his eyes, saw the black shadow in the golden light, and couldn't help trembling: "Is that... a person?"

But it is impossible for man to stand above the sky, nor to descend from the golden light of the sky.

So there can only be one answer...

"God!" Martha trembled all over.

The leaders knelt down, and all the people in the square also knelt down. Boudica knelt on the ground, looking at the back of Neos, his face pale...

So, are you really a god?

Nios never looked back, and kept looking up at the sky, muttering to himself, "I finally brought you here."

However, the figure that descended seemed to let out a sigh, like the breath of the wind.

"Long time no see, Neos..."

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Chapter 164 Chapter 160 Three

"Nios, long time no see..."

There is a voice, ethereal and melodious, echoing in the sky of this city.

A human figure standing in the clouds, with his back to the sun, cast a [-]-meter-long shadow.

The people on the ground looked up, their lips trembling, unable to describe this figure in words.

Mysterious, majestic or ancient?