"Cu Chulainn and the Dragon Slayer—Saint George were contemporaries, only over three hundred years from now."
"His legend is still sung by minstrels."
"Even if his body perished, his soul likely returned to the Shadow Realm."
Duncan seemed to have expected this, slightly puzzled, "Why is it that the Dragon Slayer—Saint George can live so long?"
This guy is genuinely an old-timer.
Over three hundred years old.
The Crow Queen—Triss said solemnly, "Dragon Blood. He was also called the Dragon Blooded—Saint George."
"He performed some special ritual through bathing in Dragon Blood."
"In fact, he slept for over two hundred years, until the Holy Grail’s power fully awakened him."
Again, it’s the Holy Grail?
Duncan slowly said, "How much do you know about the Holy Grail?"
The Crow Queen—Triss gently shook her head, saying, "Not many have seen the real Holy Grail."
"Some even doubt whether it truly exists."
"However, it is rumored to possess the power to bring the dead back to life and can perform miracles that make myths return to reality."
Miracles?
Duncan looked up in confusion.
The Crow Queen, Triss, softly said, "Miracles are divine acts, things beyond the ability of mortals."
"Moses parted the Red Sea."
"Jesus resurrected after death."
"The ten plagues of Egyptian legends."
Greek mythology is somewhat different from other mythologies, as the Holy Sanctuary in Greek mythology truly exists. It is the easiest divine sanctuary to verify and locate because it marks the era of cohabitation between gods and humans.
Duncan had never witnessed a divine spirit descending to manifest divine power, but among many legends, God is currently the most active one.
The Crow Queen, Triss, gazed at Duncan for a long time, seemingly hesitating over something before finally saying slowly, "In fact, the Greek gods left one more divine artifact in the real world."
"And that is also their miracle."
Hmm?
A divine artifact? Then why didn’t you bring it out earlier?
Duncan was surprised and suddenly thought of something. There aren’t many things in Greek mythology that can be considered miracles, and most are ominous symbols.
The Crow Queen didn’t bring it out for him to use; perhaps it’s not something good?
Given their close relationship, the Crow Queen wouldn’t keep it secret.
Duncan thought for a moment and probed, "It shouldn’t be the Golden Apple or the Golden Fleece."
"Pandora’s Box?"
The Crow Queen, Triss, seemed surprised by Duncan’s wisdom, nodding slightly, "It has already lost its extraordinary power and is sealed in Athens, beneath the sanctuary of the Goddess of Wisdom, Athena."
"After the church prohibited the worship of Athena, the Giant Divine Hall there was sealed as well."
Why would I open Pandora’s Box without a reason?
Duncan thought it was something good, but this thing can be troublesome.
The Crow Queen, Triss, came to Duncan’s side, speaking softly, "There’s something I have never told you, and only recently did Anya and I fully confirm it."
Duncan was slightly surprised, "What is it?"
The Crow Queen, Triss, had an extremely serious expression, and in a firm voice, said, "Your existence is awakening the powers of the Mythical Era!"
Hmm?
They know about it too?
The Crow Queen observed Duncan’s expression and said softly, "When Anya and I are around you, we both feel a vortex formed by magic power."
"The weaker the spellcaster, the more apparent the feeling."
Duncan suddenly understood, "So you arranged for two witches to be my personal advisors?"
The Crow Queen, Triss, nodded slightly. In fact, those two witch coven members have other uses, but Duncan is too busy with many matters and hasn’t thought much about them. If you say Duncan is lustful, he hasn’t touched even one of the two young witches or seven or eight beautiful maidservants around him. If you say Duncan isn’t lustful, he enjoys piling things up, and after a wild night in Avalon, even Caesar had not played so crazily.
Thinking of this, even the Crow Queen, Triss, blushed slightly.
It’s not that Duncan isn’t lustful, it’s just that there are too many matters and he finds it bothersome. If he spent all day surrounded by women, he would have no energy left for other things.
He pondered for a moment and asked, "What are the consequences?"
This is something Duncan wants to hear a professional opinion on.
The Crow Queen, Triss, shook her head slightly and said, "I don’t know either. But whatever is associated with you might be influenced by some mythical power."
"When you become strong enough to reach a certain critical point, it could lead to a small-scale resurgence of myths."
"The world will change because of you!"
The great retreat of mythological tales is something that happened in the past two to three hundred years. Heroes from Celtic mythology, like Cu Chulainn, had powers far beyond mortals of this era, easily defeating one hundred enemies at once. How do you describe this change? In the style of martial arts novels, from the transition of Eight Heavenly Dragons to Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, except for freaks like Zhang Sanfeng, everyone else’s strength decreased together.
Duncan is now that freak, like a group of martial artists with an immortal cultivator mixed in.
If he really succeeded.
Others would start questioning their existence, and the change he brings would shift everyone’s focus from practicing martial arts to focusing on cultivating immortality.
Moreover, Duncan’s current goal, unifying Celtic beliefs, is a major event even in the Mythical Era.
In history.
The next rise and fall of mythological tales is many years later, probably around the time of the birth of vampires.
This period belongs to an era with no creatures around, using vampires to fill the void.
In the 14th century, you certainly wouldn’t drag out a dragon, would you? That would be too exaggerated.
While the two were conversing.
Suddenly, Duncan’s expression changed, and next to him, the Crow Queen, Triss, instantly became serious, asking earnestly, "What is it?"
Duncan leapt downward, saying sternly, "Someone is here!"
It was unclear when.
His pupils had already developed a faint icy blue hue, yet had not turned into the slitted dragon eyes. Duncan suspected that others felt a vortex of magic power due to the Dragon Bloodline engraved on him.
——Scathach’s Shadow Guard (Shadow Realm) (Ghost) (Two-star Silver Grey)!
Dimension Space.
In the God’s-eye-view projection page, a lithe female figure was darting through the sacred woods of the Holy Forest in a ritual. She wasn’t an actual entity but rather appeared like a ghostly wraith, leaping from branch to branch, occasionally landing and running with speed far surpassing that of mortals.
Clang!
Duncan slid down from a cliff over ten meters high, rolling to dissipate the impact as his Oathkeeper Longsword was drawn. At some point, this sword had become shrouded with a faint spiritual light.
He was like a Demon Hunter, sprinting at high speed and leaping through the air for over ten meters, landing and rushing into the Holy Forest.
The Crow Queen, Triss, followed closely behind, descending as if a feather.
But when running, she was almost like an ordinary person, unable to keep pace with Duncan at all.
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