Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"What's that?" Martha asked.

Neos sighed, "Would you believe me if I said it was a phalanx?"

The phalanx, why is the phalanx so big...

Several people were complaining in their hearts, then suddenly stopped and looked at each other.

"???"

He turned his head and glanced at the white protrusion, and then at Neos.

"Yes, the corpse of the giant hybrid god is buried in this huge tree."

Nios said, "With such good nutrients, it's no wonder that this tree can grow like this. In addition, I didn't expect that,

The myth that has been passed down by the Celts, the corpse of a giant buried in the foggy mountains is also true. "

After a long silence, the sound of swallowing saliva suddenly sounded in the air.

The shock in each other's hearts could not dissipate for a long time.

Martha and the two companions looked at each other and exchanged glances.

In the ring-shaped studio, the end is turned upside down. In the last painting, Neos and the long-haired woman are in the air, the four secret treasures are in the middle, and the gods are on the ground...

At this moment, the stories told on the murals are connected with reality.

This man really buried the Danu Protoss.

"So, what do you see that will make your attitude towards me change so much?"

Neos breaks their eye contact with a sudden cry.

The three were silent, and some dared not speak out.

"Let me guess, you should have seen something that can deduce my true identity,"

Nios chuckled, "Is it a mural?"

The three of them were startled, and the corners of their mouths twitched at the same time.

Don't you know everything, why are you asking us!

"Don't bully others!" Nero patted him on the shoulder and reprimanded him.

This shot made the hearts of the three of them jump out.

But Neos didn't respond, shrugged, and continued: "So, you know that I am the one who buried the gods?"

Help, report it quickly, someone is hacking here!

"You, don't you all know this..."

Aya said with a pale face, "Ni, Master Nios?"

"I need details to understand what happened in the first place, because to tell you the truth, I lost the memory of the past, the memory of the existence of Neos,"

Neos looked a little serious, and sat upright, "As for the burial of the gods, it's just my own speculation, not a recollection from memory."

"So, the Green Prophet in the riddle is you, right?" Martha said suddenly.

"Well, that's what they call me." Neos nodded.

Romanio suddenly realized: "Is that so..."

"I'll tell you everything we know,"

Aya said, "But one more question before that..."

"You ask."

Aya looked at the two left and right, exchanged glances, and looked at Neos, "Do you know a long-haired woman with a red gun?"

A hair on the top of Nero's head suddenly stood up, and his whole body trembled.

Neos frowned: "Who, can you go into more detail?"

"It is painted on the mural that she was once your comrade in arms, and she may even be,"

Aya paused, and glanced at the blond girl, "Husband..."

"Master and apprentice, maybe it's master and apprentice." Martha interrupted suddenly, gesturing to Romagno with her eyes.

The blond man understood immediately and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, master and apprentice, the mural says that you taught the rune to that woman."

"Run?" Nero was taken aback, and his attention was successfully diverted.

Neos also frowned slightly, and subconsciously touched the stone pencil.

"Yes, Rune, magic runes in Norse mythology, so do you really understand?" Romanio asked Neos sincerely.

Neos was silent for a long time: "I understand."

"That's basically right, it's you..." Romanio sighed.

Mirtha also gave the blonde girl a sympathetic look, patted Nero on the shoulder, and sighed while covering her face.

Nero frowned: "?"

"Red spear, long hair, and can rune." Neos pondered, with a faint guess in his heart.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention, that woman should be a queen or something,"

Romanio suddenly added, "And I also guess that the island of Britain should be the country of the dead in Germanic mythology..."

"Queen of the kingdom of the dead!" Nero blurted out.

"Skaha..." Neos couldn't help but sigh.

Nero frowned, "Wow, you really know her!"

"I said I don't remember."

"What is your relationship with her!"

"do not remember."

"Is she still alive!"

"Tell me quickly, tell me you buried her too?"

"..."

2

Chapter 202

The buried history is lifted, the dusty past is opened, and the stories in the murals are told.

The island, in mythology, is recorded as a cold and foggy place, a place of eternal night, accessible only to the dead.

The giants defeated by the gods were exiled here, lost their godheads, and no longer possessed the qualifications of faith. In the eternal night and the deep sea, they gradually became unrecognizable and terrifying.

And the human beings living on the island endured the cruelty and oppression of these fallen gods.

Until one day, the purple-haired and black-clothed queen held a red spear and began to resist the cruel rule of the fallen angels.

She asked for help from the green prophet who possessed supreme wisdom, who gave her the wisdom of rune and advised her to cooperate with the gods outside.

So caught between the two major pantheons of Greece and the Nordics, the difficult-to-survive Danu Protoss responded to the call of the Queen and the Prophet.

They agreed to help the humans on the island drive out the giants, but the price was that the Danu Protoss would establish a belief system on the island.

The queen would have refused, but the green seer readily agreed.

So humans and gods, the dead and the living united at this moment, and a war between the Danu gods and the deep-sea giants was set off.

This war has lasted for hundreds of years, and it has gone through three generations of leaders, Nuada the silver arm, Bryce the tyrannical, a hybrid of giants and Danu, and Lugar, the god of light.

Finally, after countless sacrifices, the Danu Protoss finally defeated the deep-sea giants, and the island seemed to usher in a new light.

But the strange thing is that at the end of the myth, it was not the Danu protoss who ruled the Celts.

According to mythology, after the death of Dagda, who possessed the magic crucible, or the Holy Grail, his son Midil was at odds with the new leader of the Danu Protoss. Their conflicts greatly weakened the power of the Danu Protoss. The Nu family was overthrown by the Merisians from the south, and the rest sank to the bottom of the sea...

But all the murals and riddles revealed today point to a truth.

That is, the Green Prophet Neos betrayed the Danu Protoss after the war. He tore up the contract to establish faith, and killed and buried the gods in a victory celebration banquet.

From then on, what the Celts believed in was Druids who represented nature, and the home of their souls was Avalon, where no gods ruled, where...the real pure land.

"..." Neos was silent for a long time.

The above are all his speculations, and he didn't intend to tell others all of them.

Because it is not sure whether they can accept covering up such truths.

On one side, Nero also woke up from his contemplation and tugged on his sleeve.

"that......"

Everyone turned their attention to her.

"The golden retriever said before that this island is the land of the dead in Norse mythology, but there is one more thing I want to add..." Nero looked gloomy.

Neos frowned slightly, and instantly understood what she wanted to say.

"That is, in Greek mythology, there is also a place similar to imprisoning defeated giants." Nero said in a deep voice.

"Taltarus." Neos whispered.

"No way..." Aya's mouth twitched.

"In mythology, Uranus, the first generation of God King, and Cronus, the father of Zeus, imprisoned the hundred-armed giant and the cyclops in Tartarus."

Neos explained, "And more famously, Zeus later imprisoned his father, the titan Cronus."

"Would it be a little far-fetched?" Maerda asked subconsciously.

"Although the connection is relatively small, the commonality cannot be denied."

Nero said: "For example, Hesiod's "Theogony" also described it like this, 'Tartaros is dark under the wide-open land...'"