Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

She really hoped that this moment could stay forever, if not, she would fly slower, and then slower.

Even after a long time, just like Icarus, he who chases the sun too much will fall into the sea and die.

But at least for now, she hopes to remember this period of time fiercely and never forget it.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The man's back moved, and he suddenly spoke.

Nero saw him pointing at the giant-like ancient tree at that moment. Although trapped in the cave, the treetops still grew obstinately upwards. The shade of the tree covered all the sunlight, and the branches protruded from the rock wall... ...

But Nero closed his eyes and didn't look at the beautiful scenery outside his body any more.

After a soft "um", she turned her head and buried her mouth and nose into his clothes, rubbing and rubbing, greedy and cute.

"Yeah, it's beautiful..."

The flight ended and the griffin landed.

Although Nero felt a little regretful, he let it go.

But when they opened their eyes and jumped off the lion body, the two stood under the ancient tree, but they took a deep breath.

The giant tree hugged by a hundred people went straight up to the sky, and the roots protruding from both sides were as thick as a city wall. In the sky, the branches extended in all directions, and the dense leaves formed green clouds in midair.

Neos looked up and saw the lines on the trunk twisted like snakes.

If this tree was really hidden in the foggy mountain as he thought, then this tree might not be as tall as a mountain.

This reminded him of the world tree in Norse mythology, the branches of the giant tree constituted the entire world.

And in the ancient country's "Zhuangzi·Qiwulun", it is also recorded that on the big tree surrounded by hundreds of people in the mountain, there are countless orifices, which are shaped like noses, mouths, ears... When the strong wind blows, the sound is like breathing and shouting. , cry, sigh...

But what is even more shocking is not the giant tree, but the table under the tree and the white bones around the table.

An outrageously large long stone table was placed under the tree. The dark gray table body exuded a simple smell. Hundreds of stone chairs surrounded the long table. There were also faded copper cups and gold plates on the table. Shimmer ruby ​​sapphire.

At the same time, the white bones were scattered under the table and beside the chairs, so dense that there was almost no place to stay.

Neos looked serious.

Nero also pressed his lips tightly, imagining everything that happened here.

A grand banquet was once held here, and thousands of guests gathered around this long table.

Luxurious tableware was served with delicacies, and those beasts and monsters in the forest may have been ingredients.

But why did these guests die here again, and even the bones were not buried, so that they had been deposited for thousands of years.

"Someone launched a surprise attack during the banquet." Neos suddenly stepped forward, knelt down and picked up a corpse.

"How do you know?" Nero followed and looked around.

"Only a few of these people are guests, but most of them are warriors and soldiers." Neos squeezed out a small piece from the bone pile and held it in front of Nero.

A small piece of metal, interlocked with small iron chains, is woven. The four sides have been corroded, and there is a large rust spot in the middle.

"Chain armor, the armor made by the ancient Celts, is still used by the Celts."

Nios said: "But generally only nobles and tribal leaders have the financial resources to wear them, so it is guessed that the status of these warriors is not low."

Nero kicked away a dead man's skull: "Then why did they suddenly attack the guests who were attending the banquet? It's too tasteless."

Neos was silent for a moment, "Do you still remember who was buried here?"

Nero had a flash of inspiration, and subconsciously looked at him: "So you mean..."

"Ah, the target of their attack is the gods." Neos looked at the end of the long table, where there was a huge stone chair, judging by its size, it was by no means a human being could sit on it.

"how come!"

Nero covered his mouth, his eyes widened: "Aren't the gods standing with humans?"

"Who gave you such a naive idea?"

Nios frowned, dismissing this statement: "Keep humans in captivity in their own territory, ask for sacrifices when they are alive, and ask for their souls to return to themselves after death,

After giving some small benefits, it is considered a reward for human beings, but most of the time they still don’t even respond.

This is not called standing together, this is called cutting leeks. "

"..." Nero was at a loss for words for a moment.

Because she found that this sentence can also be used to talk about herself, saying that they are Roman nobles.

"Maybe human beings do need their protection in the age when monsters and evil spirits are rampant, but can't human beings themselves protect themselves?"

Neos shrugged and spread his hands: "Besides, look at the present, the magic power is exhausted, the monsters are gone, and the gods are gone. Instead, people can be their own masters."

"That... Don't forget, Neo, you are also a god, Lord Green Prophet." Nero raised his hand weakly and stabbed him.

Neos was taken aback, and couldn't help laughing: "So I guess, maybe this is why I don't have a memory."

Nero blinked, a little confused.

"Birth does not determine whether I am a man or a god, it is what I do that matters."

Nios looked up at the giant tree and sighed: "This is probably what the old man wanted to teach me. Maybe when I regain my memory, I will have divine power again."

He suddenly looked at Nero: "But as long as this human memory is still there, then I will never become a god."

Nero trembled all over, his face dull.

Nios looked at her, smiled, and said from the bottom of his heart: "And you are part of this human memory, and I will never forget it."

Nero was silent for a long time: "Really..."

She touched her chest subconsciously, and the deep part of her heart twitched slightly.

It felt as if all the sacrifices had finally paid off, and Icarus was finally close to his own sun.

She doesn't care about the ending anymore.

Whoa!

Neos didn't see the girl's expression. After speaking, he swept away the bones with his legs and walked towards the end of the long table.

Nero sniffed, looked at his back, the pupils of Ming Jing revealed a silver light, then smiled inexplicably, and trotted along the bone path to follow.

Neos picked up a ruby ​​on the table and looked it over carefully.

Nero picked up the white bones on the chair and threw them away, sat down with his hands on his chin, and stared fiercely at the man.

The two crescent moons in the smiling eyes are curved, as if there is moonlight oozing out.

"Hey, Neo,..." She suddenly called softly.

"Ok?"

"It suddenly occurred to me, do you know the key words of this tomb?"

"Ever, in the past?"

"Well, isn't he the head of the three sons? It's here that we can witness the past of these long-gone creatures, as well as these protoss and heroes,"

Nero tilted her head, looking at the bones all over the floor, then turned her eyes, with a bit of tenderness and charm, she looked at Neos opposite.

"Then in this buried past, would you like to listen to the buried past of an ordinary girl?"

Nios lowered his head, looked into Nero's eyes, and looked at the undisguised enthusiasm and anticipation in the pair of red pupils.

The heart seemed to tremble violently.

Neos squeezed the gem in his hand tightly, and then sat opposite her.

"Go ahead, I'll listen."

Chapter 196 Chapter 190 Five The Girl Called Lucius

"Do you know why it is art?" Nero propped his chin on the back of his hand, and said lightly.

"Ok?"

Nero sat opposite and repeated: "Do you know why it has to be art?"

Neos asked, "Why?"

Nero was very satisfied with his flattery, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Because art is already the only thing I have..."

"The only self?" Nios understood instantly and nodded.

Nero was taken aback, tilted his head, his heart was instantly filled with the emotion of "he understands me", and joy overflowed his eyes, "Yes!"

Sometimes, you want to prove it to 1 people, but later, you find that you only get one person who understands, and that's enough.

Opposite, Neos hesitated, "Can you tell me more about it?"

"Okay, if you want to hear it, I'll tell you." Nero nodded.

Nios sat upright and put down the gemstone from his hand.

"Actually, it's ironic to say that art has always been my only interest, my only hobby, and the only thing I can use to express myself,"

Nero curled his lips, "But at first I didn't like art, or even hated art, because my mother forced me to learn it."

Agripina.

Neos remembered the name of the girl's mother. From her rumors, it was not difficult to guess that she was a woman with a strong desire for control.

"Does your mother always push you to do things you don't want to do?" he asked.

"That's not..."

Nero flattened his mouth, showing childlike dissatisfaction, "In her eyes, I have to be a good obedient son, a good emperor who is easy to control, and a little puppet that she can knead, but I can't be me alone. Own."

"So you said before that I live for others just like you, is that what you mean?" Neos asked casually.

Nero's eyes were full of surprise: "You still remember!"

"My memory is very good." Neos was a little defensive.

"Whee!"

Nero didn't care, he acquiesced that he remembered everything he said, and continued: "But actually, I've been used to this kind of thing for a long time, because it's been like this since I was a child..."

She paused, "Being arranged by others to live like this...hobby, life, relationship, birth, even name..."