Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Have you considered Xingyue as a military advisor? Author: Squad Leader

"Introduction: The blond girl asked: "You said you have lived for thousands of years? "

"Well, really." The silver-haired man nodded.

"I don't believe it." The girl shook her head.

"Why do you believe it?"

"Then tell me what you have seen?" the girl said.

"Let me think about it," the man raised his head, "the collapse of the Tower of Babel, the twilight of the gods, the red sky in Rome, King Arthur on the Baden Mountain alone facing thousands of troops, and the Sistine Chapel. odor……

By the way, did you know that Mona Lisa is actually a self-portrait of Leonardo da Vinci? "

"Haha, you are really joking!"

"Yeah, a lot of people say that."

The girl asked, "Then why did you live so long?"

"I thought I was for the entire human civilization, but then I found out..."

The man smiled: "I actually just want to see the girl again, and then talk to her..."

"……sorry."

"Why... why are you suddenly so dignified?"

Chapter 1 Three Philosophical Questions of a God

The first question, and the biggest one, is who am I?

The man gently stroked the symbol on the inside of the forearm of his left hand, frowning slightly, thinking carefully.

Black linear symbols were tattooed on the arms, slightly raised, like dead worms under the skin.

Men recognize this symbol.

This is a text from Uruk, which means "a wise man" and is pronounced "Nios".

So my name is Neos, am I from Uruk?

But why would I know the text there?

Nios pressed his forehead, his brain aching like a branding iron.

Inadvertently saw the inside of the right forearm again.

What is this again?

Nios narrowed his eyes and looked at the inside of his right forearm.

Another text.

Chinese character "Tang", official script.

A powerful and prosperous dynasty emerged in memory.

But this raises even more doubts.

Why do I know myself very well in these countries, but I don't have any memory about this body, and I feel like an outsider who has learned the relevant history.

So who am I, where am I from, what have I been through...

Just as Nios was thinking, the elder walked slowly to the front of him and said softly, "My lord, do you have anything to tell your people?"

Neos looked at him.

Here comes the second question, where am I now?

The elder stood in front of Neos, wearing a dark green robe, with his face upturned, every wrinkle revealed respect, and a docile smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Neos stared at him, frowning, serious.

Because he couldn't understand what the man was saying at all.

"Can you speak something understandable?" Neos asked in Chinese.

The old man froze for a moment, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes lifted, his expression was like Erha's who was listening to his master, completely listening to nothingness.

"Do you understand this?" Neos said in Uruk again.

The muscles on the elder's face stiffened for a moment, his lips trembled slightly, and cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

"Priest, may I ask what the gods said?" A believer in a long robe came from behind.

The elder closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and suddenly shouted: "Ah... oh, I understand, I have received your will!"

The believers were overjoyed: "Can the gods help us win this war?"

Nios glanced at the believer: "Although I didn't understand what you said, but judging by your expression, you seem to understand me?"

The elder closed his eyes, looked very understanding, and nodded.

"May I ask what the Lord God said?" the believer asked.

"Master God said that as long as we go to the battlefield, he will give us blessings and protection. The swords of those Romans will never hurt us!" The elder shouted with open hands.

"Hmm, so this is some kind of religious place?" Neos began to look around.

The elder then pretended to translate: "The Romans are heinous, murderous, and insatiable devils. They are tyrannical, brutal, and aggressive. The consequences of these cruel actions and aggressive aggression will eventually be repaid!"

The surrounding crowd cheered loudly.

The believer beside him was puzzled: "Ah, did the Lord God say so much, obviously there is only one sentence."

The elder scolded angrily: "Don't question the gods!"

The believers quickly bowed their heads.

The elders continued to stir up the emotions of the believers.

Neos gave up communicating with them and began to search for clues around him.

Footprints left on the ground, food scraps at the corners of the believers' mouths, the direction of the river, formations built by boulders, and the smell of blood wafting in the air...

At this moment, countless information was captured by him, collected in his brain, and analyzed at a high speed.

So... I am now in the depths of the forest, in an oak forest. It has just rained, and the mud is all over the place. The surrounding tree trunks are a little wet. There are runes engraved on them, and elk horns hanging on them. It seems to be some kind of worship natural sect.

There are still bloodstains on the tree. Judging from the height, it is impossible to be an animal. It is very likely that it is a human being who was tied to the tree and killed.

So this is a living sacrifice, a religion that still has a living sacrifice.

So is he a sacrifice?

No, it's not.

Judging from their attitude towards themselves, it seems more like they regard themselves as some kind of supreme existence.

In addition, there are faint traces of magic power on the runes...

Neos had a rough answer in his mind.

I was called to come.

So the good news is that his life will not be in danger for the time being, and the bad news is that there may be a problem with the summoning ceremony, and he has lost his memory about this body.

So what information is there other than that?

Just now I showed powerful analysis ability, curse-like observation ability, and... an almost towering and huge memory palace!

Memory Palace?

interesting.

Neos snorted softly, closed his eyes, and lowered his consciousness, as if his soul had come out of his body for a moment.

In the eyes of all the believers, the god they summoned just now closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep after saying a few incomprehensible words.

No matter what the elder asked again, Neos would not respond any more.

Helpless, he could only let the believers come forward to kneel down, offer the sacrifices, and then waved his hands solemnly: "The Lord God has just arrived, and it will take time to get used to it, but I promise, he will definitely listen to your prayers, so Let's all go back now."

Everyone looked at each other for a few seconds, a little puzzled and dissatisfied, but still bowed to the elders and gods with supreme respect, and then walked out of the oak forest stepping on the muddy ground one by one.

The tranquility in the forest was broken, and there was a lot of noise.

Watching the believers leave, the priest's back bent slightly.

At the end, when the people gradually disappeared, he completely lost the strength to stand up, and sat down against an oak tree, staring blankly at Neos on the tree stump, his face full of confusion.

A few minutes later, a strong man walked out of an invisible path.

"I heard that the ceremony was successful?" The brawny man was dressed in animal skins and was fully supported by solid muscles. His burly and strong body was covered with scars and battle marks.

He looked at Neos sitting on the tree stump, and snorted softly, showing strong disdain: "I hope this god you mentioned can help us resist the Romans' daggers and shields."

The elder stood up and glanced at him: "Pay attention to your attitude, Randall."

"Sorry, high priest, I'm just a little impatient." Randall bowed slightly, and the animal skin clothes on his body groaned overwhelmed.

"Ah, I can understand..."

The elder sighed and asked, "So what's the situation outside now?"

"The Roman army has completely surrounded us. Every day they are approaching, and countless Celtic warriors die every day!" Randall gritted his teeth, wishing he could grab a Roman soldier and swallow him alive.

"May the forest accept their souls." The elders observed a moment of silence.

"And their purpose is by no means limited to this!".

Enraged by the elder's attitude, Randall stared wide-eyed in a frightening expression

"They want to kill all the priests, all the Celts who believe in druids, even the gods we just summoned!"

Randall pointed at Neos, who was walking with his eyes closed, and roared sharply.

"They want to completely wipe the druids from this land!"

"So don't believe in any gods anymore, and take all the believers away while there is still a chance of life, priest!"