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Chapter 260 The treasure left behind in Avalon
When he saw the full picture of the magical bird, Steve was suddenly stunned.

The bird is brown overall, with a white belly, and a very conspicuous reddish-orange color from the face to the chest.

Clearly, this is a robin.

A surprisingly large robin.

Is there just a robin hiding in this mysterious place?

Steve knew it wasn't that simple.

In the UK, there is a very famous nursery rhyme called "Who Killed the Mockingbird".

Due to its many metaphors, this nursery rhyme has attracted numerous speculations.

One view is that this nursery rhyme is a remnant of Celtic mythology.

In Celtic mythology, the leader of the Danu tribe, the great god Luger, represents the red sun.

If I could get even one...

Steve was skeptical, but thinking that the Lady of the Lake had no reason to harm him, he did as she said.

"Who Killed Mockingbird" is actually the death of the great God Ruger.

It's really possible that everything in Avalon is buried here.

If Steve's guess was correct, the black knight from before was actually one of the Knights of the Round Table. Now it seems that his true identity can be guessed.

Namely: Far's Stone, Nuada's Divine Sword, Sun God Luger's Spear Brionak, and Dagda's Magic Cauldron.

The Lady of the Lake said calmly, "The ancestors of Avalon set up several tests. If you can pass, you can take away the things in Avalon."

There is nothing embarrassing about this, he is indeed seeking the treasures of the ancient divine realm.

The Danu are the gods in Celtic mythology and the original inhabitants of Avalon.

"You put it on your forehead and you'll understand."

Since Steve was able to absorb the godhead, he has learned about myths from all over the world, and naturally has also done some research on the Danu Protoss.

The Celts believed that after death a person's soul would turn into a bird and fly away.

This clan of gods left many legends on the land of England.

After figuring this out, Steve already believed Vivian's words.

If this is the case, then his purpose of finding Avalon has really been achieved.

He was raised by the Fairy of the Lake and was known as the "Knight of the Lake".

It just happens to be connected to the consciousness of the Black Knight.

A legendary figure among the Knights of the Round Table.

Especially the great god Luge who has appeared, which represents the Danu clan.

Vivian sighed, "If that's the case, you have to pass this test first."

All things Avalon! ?

Steve nodded.

As soon as his forehead touched the beads of remembrance, a cold touch spread throughout his body. Then Steve's vision went dark, and in the blink of an eye he was in a world of pure blackness.

They are the descendants of the goddess Danu, led by the great leader Nuada the Silver Hand, the last of the gods to rule Ireland.

The bubble floated to Steve with the crystal ball. Steve stretched out his hand, the bubble burst automatically, and the crystal ball fell into his palm.

At this moment, Vivian suddenly spoke: "Since you are here, you must be looking for something, right?"

He asked tentatively: "Is what is hidden here the soul of the great god Luger?"

If it was really him, it wouldn't be surprising if his consciousness was connected to Vivian's dream.

Steve was instantly refreshed.

"What is this?" Steve asked.

Vivian shook her head slightly and said, "No, it's not just Luger, what's hidden here is everything in Avalon!"

Steve simply couldn't believe that he could find such a treasure just by entering the consciousness of a black knight?
Isn't this too much of a coincidence?
No, that's not right!
Steve suddenly remembered what Vivian had said before. This was not a consciousness space, but a dreamland of gods.

Ruger's name, translated from Celtic to English, is robin.

"This thing is called Missing Beads."

Lancelot.

"Sure enough."

A bubble emerged from the water at Steve's feet, encasing a pebble-sized crystal ball.

From pure white to pure black, Steve's eyes felt particularly uncomfortable. He quickly closed his eyes, and his tear glands secreted tears to moisten his eyes. .

"Ruger's soul?"

Legend has it that they came from the sky and brought 4 treasures from four mysterious cities.

"What test?"

When I opened my eyes again, everything around me had changed.

It is no longer a vast white water world.

At this time, he was in a forest, surrounded by many people wearing ancient armor, and Steve himself was also equipped with the same equipment.

The weather is very cold, it seems to be winter.

"This is……"

Steve was confused, what did this mean? Where are you now?

He observed the people around him. The armors worn by those people were of quite ancient styles. Steve seemed to have an impression that they were armors from the Roman period, but he didn't know which period they were from.

"Is this a war in history?"

Steve wasn't sure.

He observed his surroundings carefully.

Although these soldiers were strong and well-equipped with weapons and armor, they all looked tired, obviously after a long march.

Their eyes were extremely tired and lacked any fighting spirit.

He continued to observe and finally found the leading general among the front army.

The other party was equally tired and was preparing the surrounding soldiers to rest.

By some strange combination of circumstances, Steve suddenly thought of a legend.

He just read this story in a book and didn't know why he suddenly remembered it now.

It's like someone is guiding me from somewhere.

This story is called The Lost Ninth Legion of Rome.

The story goes like this:
AD 177, midwinter.

In the Scottish lowlands in the northern part of the British Isles, a group of well-equipped soldiers are walking through the swamps and forests here, heading towards their target "prey."

They were the invincible Roman Ninth Legion. The biting cold wind carried the unique Yin energy of the island area, and the evil sounds that sounded like humans and ghosts emanated from the surrounding woods, which made the generals and soldiers of the legion even more uneasy.

In the hundreds of years before that, the glory of the empire had already been forged. Gaul, Syria, and Carthage fell one after another in the horse-footed conquests of the Roman Empire, and gradually became provinces of the empire.

The soldiers of the Ninth Legion have reason to believe that this expedition to Scotland is just one of thousands of glories, and as long as they step on this land, they will make people surrender.

The consecutive days of marching and the cold weather made them feel exhausted. The leading general ordered the soldiers to rest where they were. The soldiers unloaded the food and water in their bags and sat on the ground. Some took a nap and some drank. Water and enjoy the rare "comfort" in their day.

At this moment, disaster suddenly struck, and strange and loud noises surrounded them. The soldiers around them were shot through the chests one by one by bows and arrows, and then, strange indigenous people covered in color continued to fall from the sky. They used their swords and axes to strike at the enemy's head with precision, and in an instant, blood shot into the sky.

Broken arms and legs littered the battlefield. Although the Roman soldiers were well-trained, they had never seen such a weird enemy. In previous training, they were told that these Celts had low civilization and backward weapons and equipment. , the quality of soldiers is poor.

The consequence of despising the enemy is to pay the price with life, and death will pick them up one by one.

The strange thing is that the entire legion was wiped out, and not a single soldier escaped back to the base camp to report the news.

In this way, the designation of the Roman Ninth Legion disappeared forever.

This is the beginning and end of this story.

Steve's face turned dark.

He clearly remembered that there were no survivors in this ninth legion!

But before he could wait for Steve to react, the dark Celts appeared on the top of the mountain not far away, all with their bows and arrows bent.

Just like the legend, they were painted in conspicuous colors and their weapons and equipment were very backward.

But this does not overwhelm their momentum.

The arrow is cold and attractive.

The head of the Celtic formation, with a faint murderous aura, actually formed an illusory bloody dragon in the air, with its teeth and claws spread out, as if it wanted to devour the remaining Roman legions.

Steve saw it for real and knew it was not his imagination.

"Murderous aura turns into a dragon, what's going on!"

Steve broke out in a cold sweat, because he felt that the evil dragon was not just an illusion, but the mighty dragon energy transformed from murderous aura was lifelike.

"Behind the Celtics, there is a dragon!?"

Steve made his own judgment and was convinced he was right.

In the Celtic front line, a leader in tribal clothing looked at the remaining soldiers at the foot of the mountain with a cold and merciless look.

He stood at the front, bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and then shot it.

Then, arrows rained down.

The rain of arrows was like black clouds over the city, covering the already desolate sky. The Roman legions who were caught off guard fell down one by one with arrows, dripping with blood, dyeing the withered yellow ground bright red.

Steve's heart began to shrink at this moment. It was obviously an illusory world, but these deaths were extremely real. Even though he had an excellent psychological quality, he couldn't help but feel frightened.

The generals of the Ninth Legion were dead, slain by Celtic arrows.

Despite this, the Celtic rain of arrows did not stop.

Steve wanted to hide, but he couldn't hide at all. He could feel that at this moment, his body was no longer invulnerable. He was just a starving soldier at the end of his rope.

"What happened to my body..."

Steve's throat trembled, and he felt helpless, as if he had lost something extremely important.

But what did I lose? He didn't have time to verify.

He was struck in the chest by an arrow.

But he didn't die, or rather, it was a pity that he didn't die.

He breathed his last breath, maintained his last clarity, and watched as he was carried away by the Celtics and thrown into a large pit. Surrounded by corpses were not corpses, but survivors like him.

Don't you even want to make me happy when I die?

Steve looked at the silent sky. All the lives of the Ninth Legion would die on the same day.

There were endless screams in my ears.

Steve wanted to say something, but he didn't have the strength to open his mouth.

The first time I picked up the soil, I spread it.

Then came the second blow, and the third blow, and soon Steve's body was covered with a layer of loess.

At this time, the yelling in my ears had turned into pleading.

But these pleadings had no effect at all, even if they just slowed down the filling process a little bit.

They have no resistance and nothing can be changed.

Steve was desperate. He didn't understand what happened to him, why he couldn't use any spiritual power, and his body was so weak!

Loess covered his eyes.

Darkness fell before his eyes, and a mountain-like weight pressed on his chest. Under the loess, Steve showed a wry smile——

If death was so painful, he never wanted to experience it again.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he felt the last trace of oxygen in his body gradually being withdrawn. The feeling of suffocation was like the cold death, hugging Steve tightly, and the severe tinnitus made Steve unable to think any more.

He finally died in endless pain and loneliness.

……

The next second, Steve woke up in a pure white world.

His whole body was soaked with sweat, and he was breathing heavily, as if he was about to suffocate to death in this world.

The Lady of the Lake curled up in the bubble, looking at Steve's embarrassed appearance, and was a little confused for a moment.

Finally coming to his senses, Steve didn't have time to explain the situation to the Lady of the Lake, so he immediately began to sort out his thoughts before his death.

He vaguely learned a unique magic.

Is this the legacy of Avalon?
Steve shuddered when he thought about how weak and exhausted he felt at that time.

That extreme insecurity was brought back to this world.

In Steve's mind, the appearance of the murderous dragon above the Celtics appeared.

"The method of stimulating the murderous force and forming a tangible dragon always feels a bit familiar..."

Steve searched his mind desperately for records of similar situations.

He even squatted directly on the ground, writing and drawing on the water with his fingers, and kept muttering in his mouth. To an outsider, the goddess of the lake, it looked like he was mentally disturbed.

"An intangible thing, maybe a concept, maybe a feeling, is solidified into something tangible, such as an evil dragon, dragon...dragon...dragon vein!"

Like a thunderclap in his mind, Steve finally thought of where that inexplicable feeling of familiarity came from.

This is what Lorraine once told him, Feng Shui from the East.

There is a term mentioned in it, called dragon vein!

"Yes! Dragon Veins! Dragon Veins originally only referred to the trend of mountains and terrain, but Feng Shui linked them to the rise and fall of dynasties. There are even records that Dragon Veins will eventually transform into dragons!

"Could it be that Avalon has a similar power? This magic can transform the invisible momentum into something tangible?"

Thinking of these, and then thinking of the image of himself being buried alive underground just now, Steve felt cold sweat dripping down his back and goosebumps all over his body.

"This power is really terrifying!"

Vivian asked: "What have you experienced? Why do you look so scared?"

From her tone, it seemed like she didn't know what Steve would see.

In other words, she has always positioned herself as the custodian of the inheritance and has never had any intention of taking it as her own.

She had no idea what kind of test Avalon had set.

"Nothing, I just realized that I seemed to have learned something extraordinary."

A wry smile appeared on Steve's lips, "From now on, as long as I stand on this land, I will be the most terrifying demon king."

(End of this chapter)