Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Lord Neos..."

The girl Fei moved the corner of her mouth slightly, but did not answer the adult's question. She had no strength to speak anymore.

Everything in front of her eyes was gradually darkening, but she no longer felt cold or dark.

Because she knew that the adults were right in front of her eyes and did not abandon her.

"I would like to become your knife at any time, to be your sword, until the end of death..." she murmured, the oath engraved in her heart.

Neos hugged her thin body like a puppy, and was stunned for a long time.

He walked out of the prison with the girl in his arms, the robe was stained red with blood, this time it did not fade again.

The howling of the mountain eagle echoed in the sky, as if singing a funeral song.

The moment the girl stopped breathing, Neos looked into the gray sky over Britain, and he saw Fhario's hawk flying through the smoke.

A heavy mist descended from the sky, and the breath of death permeated the silent world.

It seems to remember some pictures, like to forget some kind of oath.

"It's all right...it's all right kid...I'll protect you..."

Oh, by the way, this is what I said to this child back then.

But he broke his promise.

Neos knelt heavily on the ground, and the goshawk also waved its wings and landed slowly.

distance.

In the oak woods, under the mistletoe.

The gray-haired old man smeared a mixture of ashes and tree sap on his face, and wore a green robe made of skin and leaves.

In the strange array of pictures on the ground, there is a human-shaped cage made of wicker, in which a Roman soldier who was unfortunately captured was imprisoned.

The surrounding Celts were as silent as death, which was a respect for the druids.

Then the Roman soldier woke up from his stupor, panic, panic, and screaming.

But everyone around them still watched blankly.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, the lights fluttered, the green robe was blown by the breeze, and the leaves rustled.

He stomped lightly.

The priest behind him cut the throat of the sacrificed cow.

Stamp again.

The wicker man in the center of the pattern is set on fire.

The howling of livestock is intertwined with the wailing of humans, accompanied by the ancient hymn sung from the mouth of the druid high priest.

The Celts surrounding them strangely began to dance.

The wind is getting stronger.

Inside London.

Nios suddenly opened his eyes, and saw the falcon, which the girl called Fario, nodded to him with human eyes.

He came to the girl's side and gently pecked the girl's face with his beak, like an elder kissing a younger generation.

Immediately afterwards, the strong wind suddenly rolled up, weak magic power flowed in the oak forest, and all the beasts screamed for it.

On the mountain in the distance, the clouds and mist rolled up, as if foreshadowing that the world was in chaos.

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Chapter 37 Chapter 37

The long wind roars, the waves roll, the boulders stand firm, and the long song covers the city, and the grand poems are born in the midst of death.

Heroic spirits, warriors, war, glory, these phrases have repeated cruel ballads about fire and blood for thousands of years.

Kneeling and sitting in the wind and sand, the thin figure was lonely and arrogant.

"War, war never changes..."

Neos reached out and gently stroked the top of the girl's head, as if he was talking to himself or talking to an old friend.

The falcon tilted its head and flapped its wings.

As if he understood Falcon's words, he twitched the corners of his mouth without a smile: "In fact, I have always known that although I can't recall my past, I always know...my order will What are the consequences."

"Ah......"

Nios laughed, both self-deprecating and sad: "After all, once you succeed, it's always a matter of death.

The ashes and ashes between talking and laughing will always be so heavy. "

"But I have never taken everything for granted, no regrets, and never blamed myself..."

He stared at the girl in front of him, she seemed to be asleep and would never wake up: "Whether it's for Randall, Cohen, or the girl..."

Then he paused and looked at Falcon: "...even you, Fario."

The falcon "grunt" and made two screams.

A gust of wind blew outside the city, the sky quickly turned overcast, fallen leaves were swept into the city, and mountain rain was approaching.

"Moral vacuum, insensitivity!"

Nios couldn't bear to close his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head, and pressed his heart hard with his right hand, as if he wanted to take it out.

He asked in a deep voice, his voice trembling slightly: "I said I would protect her, I said I would save you, I even reprimanded those leaders, but I didn't do anything...

So why!Tell me why, high priest of the druids?

What on earth did I have to do to become like this! "

The five fingers on the chest were bent into claws, grasping deeply into the skin, as if to dig a little, even just a little, the guilt for the dead, or the sadness for the dead.

However, Nios didn't notice that when he asked the question, a tear had quietly oozed from the corner of his eye and slipped down.

It's just blown by the wind, and I don't know where to go.

......

On the other side of the wind, it seems that there is rain falling on the forehead, which is slightly cool.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and smiled.

"Wrong, we were all wrong..."

What's wrong?

The Celtics onlookers looked at each other with puzzled faces.

"From the beginning of your birth, we have been wrong..."

The old man looked up at the sky, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly: "We mistaken you for a god, and for the hope of saving everything, even though you have wisdom beyond ordinary people..."

The Celts stared wide-eyed, watching the strange behavior of this respected high priest.

Fario continued with a hoarse voice: "But we have overlooked the most important thing, that is, you are actually just like all mortals, just a person who just came into the world..."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly paused, his lips twitched, his eyes gradually became kind, and he uttered the word in a tone of affection and guilt.

"......child."

The moment the voice fell, the wind slowed down, the leaves fell slowly, and all the flow seemed to slow down suddenly.

At this moment, the distance between heaven and earth seems to have ceased to exist, space and time have lost their concept, leaving only a piece of pure white, with the old and the young.

They sat facing each other and held their knees together for a long time.

......

Neos opened his eyes, and in the pure white world, he saw the old man at a glance.

Just like once, the self who just came into the world saw him.

Neos lowered his eyes, remained silent for a moment, then raised his head to look directly at Fario: "So, what do you want to say?"

Fario glanced at his robes.

When he was just summoned, this robe was pure white and flawless, like a heavenly object, but now it was soaked in blood, adding allure and sin.

He sighed, smiled, and said with the generosity of an elder, "I think I should apologize."

"Sorry, why are you apologizing?"

Neos tilted his head, puzzled, "They died because of me, and so did you."

"It's not about them, it's about you..."

Fario's voice was low and gentle: "I should have given you guidance and taught you."

"No one can teach me..."

Neos stared at the old man, pointed to his head vigorously, with a deep and heavy tone.

"Because you don't know at all that my place contains your unimaginable wisdom and a desperate amount of knowledge, and I am the only one who can use all of them."

"But you don't know how to use them, do you, Neos?" Fario's brows softened, looking at him like a child who has gone astray.

Neos took a deep breath: "But I used them to save you from the fate of death, and I used them to help the group of fool leaders escape from this city!"

"No, that's not what I said, I mean, "

Fario shook his head: "You are like a child wielding a sword, completely unaware of the consequences of what he does."