"Have you seen Liang Xiao?" Nero furrowed his brows slightly and looked at Fang Zetong.

"I've seen it, this guy almost couldn't go to the St. Petersburg branch of your spirit master, but it's a pity that that guy Annanbo came out to stop me." Fang Zetong said with a smile, then took two steps forward to approach Nero, and said in a low voice, "Although I don't know if your association has made this matter public, I think I can say that this Liang Xiao, he has a younger sister, and now he is a blood clan, and in Liang Xiao's body, he has the power of one of the supreme gods of the Aesir God Clan. ”

Nero's pupils shrank slightly, and then he sneered, "You think I'll believe these nonsense words of yours?" ”

"Believe it or not, it's all up to you, after all, Annanbo and I were both present, if you don't believe it, you can ask him." Fang Zetong smiled, stretched out his hand and patted Nero's shoulder gently, "But to be honest, what is the purpose of your association, after letting this guy in, you also helped him cover up all the secrets, his specific background, until now we haven't found out, presumably you are also confused, right?" ”

"What are you talking to me about?" Nero said coldly, "Liang Xiao is Liang Xiao, I am me, there is only an occasional cooperative relationship between us, what you said has nothing to do with me, if you still want to fight, I can accompany you, if not, then make way for me." ”

Fang Zetong shrugged his shoulders, smiled and stepped aside.

"Don't worry, I won't sneak up again." Looking at Nero's gloomy face, Fang Zetong said with a smile, "It's just that you have to be careful that other people will sneak up on you, after all, our common goal is to be gods, right?" ”

"You talk a lot of nonsense, mind yourself." Nero said, then turned around and walked away without looking back.

Looking at Nero's departing back, Fang Zetong laughed and said to himself: "Well, sooner or later, one day you will believe it, but that Liang Xiao should not have any other ideas, otherwise, I will have to be the first to take off his head!" ”

After branching off from Avalon, Charmingau left alone, and instead of returning with Annanberg, he came to the banks of the River Thames and boarded a ship bound for the southwest of England.

I heard Nero say before that Liang Xiao mentioned the place of Avalon on the phone, but he didn't refer to the Avalon branch, but even so, it was enough to suspect that it was the Pendragon family who attacked the Avalon branch at that time.

Now, he plans to visit the site of the legendary Tomb of King Arthur, located in Glastonbury, in Somerset, in the southwest of England, where there is a monastery with the same name as the city, and it is said that the legendary Tomb of King Arthur is located in the cemetery within this abbey.

Cruising along the River Thames, he took a bus and changed trains several times in a row, he had memorized most of the urban routes in Britain beforehand, but the road to Glastonbury was just seen, after all, this place is still too small, although there is a legend of King Arthur's tomb, but it is not famous.

By the time he arrived in Glastonbury, the sun had begun to shift to the west, and it was about five o'clock in the afternoon, but even so, he didn't stop for a moment, and after recognizing the signs on the side of the road, he headed towards his destination.

Glastonbury is a relatively remote city after all, it seems that there is a lot more green space than in London, and the population is relatively less dense, and it seems that there are quite a few tourists, and there used to be a festival in the city of Changxun on the Internet, but it is not that time yet.

The location of the monastery is very easy to find, just in the central part of this small city, but when he first saw this monastery, Xia Mingdao was still slightly surprised, after all, the burial place where the legendary King Arthur rests should be well repaired anyway, but what catches his eye is a ruined wall.

Looking at the tourists who were coming in and out of the main monastery, Xia Mingdao was silent for a moment and stepped forward.

"Sir, please buy tickets for the entrance there."

Just as Xia Mingdao was about to enter the monastery, he was stopped at the door, and a man dressed as a black and red waiter smiled at him and said in a London dialect.

"Buy a ticket......" Xia Mingdao was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the place he came from was a scenic spot, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, he didn't expect that even if he had to do something like fighting against the gods, which would cost his life in the next second, he still had to buy a ticket to get this right.

Having bought an adult ticket at the window for £7.6, Harmingau walked into Glastonbury Abbey.

This monastery would have been a famous landmark in history, even without the name of King Arthur, the Great Abbey was originally built in the 7th century AD and was founded by a famous king, the Saxon Inn of Wessex, who conquered ancient Somerset.

In 960, Dunstan, then abbot, was appointed Archbishop of Canterbury, the leader of the Anglican Church. It was he who designed the coronation of the monarch that is still used today. Dunstan was canonized after his death, hence the abbey's nickname: St. Dunstan's Abbey.

As the age moved into the four figures, by 1086 the Great Abbey had grown to become the richest monastery in England. However, in 1184, a fire destroyed most of the buildings and nearly destroyed the wealth accumulated over the centuries.

Xia Mingdao walked on this green space, looking around calmly, the surrounding scene was exactly the same as in the record, everything was dilapidated, and the scene of the former great monastery had long been lost, as if history had become an hourglass here, and the sand had flowed to the bottom, and it was already empty when we looked up at history.

There was a group of people gathered not far in front, Xia Mingdao watched, and then walked up, where he saw a low tomb, no, it should be said that there was no grave bag at all, if there was no wooden sign standing there, it was not even a tomb, low-key, simple, and even a little desolate, in the front of the tomb stood a wooden sign, which was written in the ancient Irish language: "The great King Arthur rested in Avalon", if you hadn't seen this wooden sign, I don't think that this bleak place is the tomb of Arthur Pendragon, the king of Celtic mythology, that once shook the entire continent of England.

Next to the tomb are tourists taking pictures, and some people are even playing games with their mobile phones, which seem to be drawing some character cards related to Arthur, and some people have also put some puppets of Arthur's derivative characters on the ground, which is a kind of sacrificial object, but they should not have much affection for the mythical King Arthur.

Xia Mingdao stood beside him, staring at the tomb quietly, slowly closing his eyes, and the perception of his whole body spread out at this moment, perceiving whether King Arthur's body really existed under the simple tomb.

Xia Mingdao knew that this was just useless, because he couldn't perceive the existence of the entity, but was just exploring whether there was any residual spiritual power, but no matter whether there was Arthur's body under this tomb, nearly a thousand years of time had passed, even if Arthur reached the Platinum Palace, his strength would not leave even a little bit, and more importantly, the spirit master formed an effective management organization in Italy during the European Renaissance, according to the records, At that time, the most powerful level among the spirit masters was only the most elementary golden temple, and Arthur's level could not be higher than this.

Sure enough, as Xia Mingdao expected, there was nothing, it should be said that he didn't feel even a little bit of spiritual power, but this doesn't prove anything, it doesn't matter if Arthur is really in this place, what matters is that Avalon......

"The great King Arthur rests in Avalon?" Suddenly, Xia Mingdao frowned slightly, read this sentence slowly, and turned his head to look at the back of the Great Monastery.

Taking a step, Xia Mingdao quickened his pace this time, almost trotting through the ruins of the Great Monastery, running forward along the stone path under his feet, and in the distance as far as Xiao Ming could see, there was a small hill, and on top of that hill there was a lonely building.

In about twenty minutes, Xia Mingdao climbed the small hill, and on top of the hill was a stone tower, about twenty meters high, which had the same name as the Great Monastery, and a transparent door pierced through the stone tower, from which the distant horizon could be seen.

Standing in the door of the stone tower, Xia Mingdao looked into the distance, at this moment the sun was gradually setting, that ray of sunlight just passed through the door of the stone tower and shone on Xia Mingdao's body, Xia Mingdao squinted his eyes, looking at the round of red sun, his heart was surging at the moment, stirring the stormy waves.

The great King Arthur is buried in Avalon, yes, Avalon is the burial place of King Arthur, the abbey is just an attraction, an attraction that echoes the myth, how could Arthur be here? However, since Arthur's tomb is here, it means that Arthur's legend and this monastery will naturally have a certain connection, and it was also at this time that Xia Mingdao also recalled the rumor.

The door to the Glastonbury Stone Tower is the gateway to the illusion of Avalon!