The setting sun is like blood, and broken ruins lie across the earth, like the corpse of a giant.
The setting sun that reflected this moment was the bloodstain of the giant's withering death.
Facing the last ray of orange sunlight, the man slowly knelt down in the shadow cast by the tall stone monument. He was one step ahead of the world in twilight.
The man was wearing heavy and fine armor, his helmet was placed beside him, his head was slightly lowered, and he whispered.
"I, the last warrior of the Holy City, am inscribing real history for the world at this moment."
It was as if there was a whirlpool deep in the man's vagina. Deep in the whirlpool was the battlefield between ancestors. It was the most glorious scene he had ever witnessed before he woke up. The entire sky burned, turning into the sword blade in the creature's hand.
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The sword blade fell, cutting through everything, sweeping away the darkness of the ancestors and the holy city, and no longer able to see the light.
But soon, his eyes became dull, as if something was controlling him, pulling him forward and touching the dark stone tablet that had been erected in the ruins of the Holy City for some time. He is a warrior loyal to his ancestors and a defender of the Holy City. He is familiar with every plant and tree in the Holy City. In his memory, there is no such stone monument in the Holy City. But when he woke up, the stone tablet appeared here, as if waiting.
Waiting for him...this moment.
With the touch of his palm, the surface of the stone tablet trembled, and warmth spread. The man was making a statement, and a string of words started to light up from the top of the stone tablet. The night enveloped the earth, and these words symbolizing history lit up from the dark night and shone brightly.
"The ancestor I serve, the lord of all the spirits in the holy city, Di Mingshe went crazy for killing the master." He opened his mouth, and the rebellious words came out of his mouth indifferently.
He is still stating.
"A long time ago."
"Those priests with extraordinary senses can sense the state of Zu. When they obtained the third bone statue, it was the time when Zu was the most powerful and the time when Zu was weakest. He was no longer him. Di Mingshe killed... finally completely Lost on the road." The man's voice was extremely heavy, so heavy that it had great power, as if he was speaking a fatalistic motto.
These are not words a warrior would say at all.
The soldiers Di Mingshe killed would not be like this. Even if their ancestors had reached their end, his warriors would still fall in with their ancestors. Eternal disaster was nothing to them, just like the final outcome. In the holy city, the spirits, Di Ming and others disappeared into the dusk together. The spirits had no resentment towards the death caused by their ancestors.
The man also did not expect that such words would come out of his mouth, but those words like wise men and philosophers continued to speak calmly.
His words were engraved on the stone tablet and lit up like a dim light in the night, illuminating the man's face.
The man's expression at this time was so solemn and indifferent.
"Ever since Di Mingshe gave the world's original material to Tianyang, he began the process of falling into madness. Zu can control everything on the earth, but in Gou Shuo, he can only control everything on the earth, the starry sky It is not within his reach. This is the case for those creatures born in ancient times, and the same is true for the ambitious people in future generations who pray to look at the stars in the distance."
"He was indeed strong, won the war, and won the crown given to him by the world. He was delighted with the victory, happy with the crown and status, but he forgot that everything he had was given by the world. Even the power to win the crown, They are all easy to obtain with the original material. The ancient true ones of this world lost the war and lost to a younger generation who would rise in later generations. The world saw it, but she... had no feelings about it. "
"After all, some creature will win, and it won't always be him."
"But Gou Shuo never expected that the world would begin to weaken and the world would begin to lose its qualifications to play chess. In this regard, she... remained silent."
"The world should be grateful to a certain majesty of Tianyang. He brought food to Gou Shuo, so that Gou Shuo could seize...a little chance again."
The man sighed softly, and his sigh seemed to be mixed with the ancient desolation of thousands of years.
"That opportunity has been placed in front of me for a long time. During this period of time, there are always a few powerful creatures passing by the edge of the world who are strong enough to defeat Di Ming. Gou Shuo doesn't want to struggle anymore. If the child grows up enough to break free from the cradle, , then there is no point in breaking free, and the cradle is shattered. But Gou Shuo saw her, is he one of her colors? It's unexpectedly... so warm. "
"Just as they have come and given life to this world, even if it is just a missed journey, the world still remembers them."
"So, as she approached, the world... changed its mind."
"I still don't know the life of that noble being. I can only narrate it this way and leave this correct and unchangeable history." The man paused, "Have you ever felt that time has been disrupted since she was dragged down? Star Road, the beginning of falling into this world, the torrent of time is washing away, making history unclear? Since the world cannot leave her appearance and time, let's record it in the oldest way."
"It turns out that there are really living beings that can affect a period of history just by existing?" The man asked inexplicably, not knowing who he was asking.
More and more words lit up on the stone tablet, and the man's face became clearer and clearer.
The night seemed to recede from his face.
"Ancestor is not without weaknesses, just like that powerful Cang Fuhai. He cares about his ethnic group and feels sad for his ethnic group. Therefore, for the greatness of his ethnic group, he will knock down the road at the edge of the world and let the colors of the starry sky fall into the sky. In the human world. Just like Di Ming's extravagant killing, his crown gave him a completely lost meaning and lost the most important reason and wisdom of his ancestors. He launched a challenge like an invincible existence. Is this a challenge? I think so, this It’s to challenge his own loss.”
"I hope to touch the stars and embark on the ancient pilgrimage road. Unfortunately, Di Ming is not qualified to kill extravagantly."
"But the world still regards him as its own child. Since you can't reach the starry sky, I will bring the starry sky down for you to see."
The man breathed a sigh of relief and gently put down the palm that was touching the stone monument.
"A child's ambition is buried in the dusk."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head for the first time, and the light of the words on the stone tablet instantly lit up his face.
A weathered, powerful face, it seems there is nothing special. The man's eyes stared at the stone tablet, reading from top to bottom, and finally, his eyes stopped at the end of the text.
There were words written there that he had not said.
"I want to see if her appearance under the darkness of the starry sky looks like that of the original one?"
The light that illuminated the man dimmed, and the stone tablet was disappearing.
The light was pulled away, and his expression slowly solidified. When the stone tablet completely disappeared, what was in front of him was just a broken wall.
The man closed his eyes and lowered his head against the remaining wall, like a sleeping person. The armor rubbed against the stone wall, making a dull grinding sound.
Everything is quiet under the night.
But in the distance, beams of light soared into the sky, and under each beam was a sleeping figure, including a thin girl on the coast of Tianyunhai. Where the light beams gathered, the giant tree stretched its branches and leaves, breaking through the sky, and the jade tablets clanged.
Li Xi'an sat on the treetop, reading through the souls with flashing fragmentary memories one after another. He was piecing together the appearance of the battlefield, the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the battlefield where silver spears stood.
