In the distance was the endless sea. Even if he couldn't hear the sound of the waves, Stan Tito felt the joy of the tide echoing in his ears just by looking at it.
"ah!"
"It's the city where the gods descended!"
Familiar city, familiar smell of sea breeze.
They all made him miss him so much.
He obviously left here not long ago, but it feels as if he has been away for many years.
He walked forward and saw groups of people gathering in front of a large and small stone hill outside the city. This was the grave of the Sanye people.
The stone mound tombs are made up of stones of different sizes, which are gathered one after another to form a cemetery.
Everyone gathered here with sad expressions. They mourned as they passed by, and then pressed a stone on it. This is the custom of the Sanye people to mourn the deceased.
The lucky son returned to his hometown and asked, "What is this?"
Someone answered him: "In memory of the relatives who died in the troll disaster not long ago, and those unfortunate people who were unable to die due to natural disasters."
To ordinary people, trolls are natural disasters and divine punishment.
Stan Tito: "All of that?"
The other party nodded: "All of them."
Stan Tito looked at the piles of mounds and saw at least hundreds, even thousands, at a glance.
The joy and excitement of returning home were instantly washed away: "The disaster is just the beginning, the pain is still continuing."
He saw with his own eyes the destruction and disaster caused by the troll, and now he witnessed the pain and suffering after the disaster.
He no longer even thought about entering the City of God's Advent, and returned directly to Tito Town.
He wanted to see the people in his hometown, although not many people knew him in Tito Town at first. He was just the son of an inconspicuous craftsman.
However, when he returned, he found that the once prosperous town had now turned into an empty city.
The building was empty.
Not a trace of human habitation was seen.
He walked in the empty town, feeling a little confused.
Outside the town, he found an old man who used to live in Tito Town.
"Where are the people in the town?"
The old man replied: "Most of the craftsmen have been recruited to repair the collapsed palace, and the rest have dispersed, and some have gone to other branches."
"No one wants our things anymore, and we don't have our own fishing grounds. We can't survive unless we find another way out."
The old man sighed: "Tito Town."
"Gone."
As the bustle of Tito Town dissipated, everything else disappeared.
Stan Tito felt a little funny: "Her Majesty the Queen is no longer here, so why build a palace?"
Dialogue answer: "Her Majesty the Queen is no longer here, didn't it mean that a new king has come out recently?"
"In order to please him, the city lord of the City of God's Descendant wants to rebuild the palace to welcome the new king."
"Said to be."
"Only in this way can the glory and dignity of the City of God's Descendation be maintained!"
Stan Tito: "Henir?"
The old man nodded: "Yes, that's right, that's the name."
Stan Tito couldn't understand: "Henir has just ascended the throne, how can he have time to come to the City of Gods and pay attention to them."
The old man spread his hands: "How can we understand the things between big shots?"
Stan Tito smiled, but it was ugly.
"Is it the giant monster that brings destruction, or is it the greed and desire of people that brings disaster?"
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A stone slab as tall as a man was struck little by little by deft hands holding a chisel and hammer, and finally turned into a set of exquisite carvings.
The craftsman carved this painting on the stone slab and tried his best.
in the painting.
In the cemetery at the foot of the city wall, people mourned and cried for the loss of their loved ones.
The city is in shambles. Half of the city was once destroyed by trolls, and it still has not been repaired.
However, no one paid attention to the broken streets and houses. Everyone was busy building the palace in the center of the city.
Slaves carried stones on their backs across the stairs, craftsmen hung in mid-air to build the towering Jessel Palace, and nobles with overseers and guards commented at their feet.
In a painting, various aspects of life are shown.
The sorrow of the common people, the humility of the slaves, the hard work of the craftsmen, and the arrogance of the nobles are all vividly displayed on it.
He used to copy the masterpieces of the ancients, but this time he finally had his own work, a work that truly had his own soul and will.
Then.
Stan Tito walked into the deserted town with his first creation in his life.
In the center of the town, where the old castle of the Tito family once stood.
Holes were dug into the huge pits, each leading to caves deep underground.
The priests of the God's Descend City dug this place up and down, and basically took away everything they could and brought it to the God's Descend City, where they were enshrined in the Yesel Palace and the Insai Temple.
Every brick, every stone, every flower was taken.
There is nothing left here but a deep pit.
but.
In Stan Tito's heart, this place is still sacred.
This is the burial place of the great poet, and the place where the messenger of God Polo and the Queen of Stars died. What is noble and sacred is not the relics and stones, but their will.
He wanted to place his work here as a tribute to the great poet of the past, his most admired ancestor.
He followed a cave and headed deep underground.
It got darker and darker as he went deeper, and finally he saw a huge cave, which had been completely submerged by sea water.
He knelt on the ground and saluted into the depths.
"Dedicated!"
"Great poet."
Then, he resolutely put his painting into the sea water.
The slab sank to the bottom, causing ripples.
"Gudong!"
There was a crisp sound in the water, and the ripples spread into the distance, as if it had touched something.
He suddenly saw golden light flashing in the water.
Immediately afterwards, a sun cup opened in the light, illuminating the entire water surface and cave.
Stan Tito felt dizzy, and then he felt that he was no longer where he was, but appeared on the coast.
He saw a sea of flowers surrounding an elegant cabin and courtyard.
"The remains of Polo, the Messenger of God, and the Queen of Stars."
"Is this an illusion?"
This was not the first time he came into contact with illusions performed using the Cup of the Sun, and he felt it immediately.
The flowers that once filled the Cup of the Sun are long gone, and this can only be an illusion.
Stan Tito walked through the imaginary sea of flowers and walked toward the courtyard. He entered the house.
The room is much larger than it looks from the outside, with mountains of bone slabs stacked on the shelves, and stone slabs hanging one after another on all sides, recording scenes from ancient epics and myths.
He looked at the shelf and opened one of the bone books strung together.
"The gift of power."
Stan Tito was stunned for a moment. This is a magical technique that only a few people in the royal family can master.
Open the next book: "Forbidden Art?"
At first he didn't understand what it was, but when he opened it, he felt as if he had encountered the most terrifying thing and quickly closed it.
This is a forbidden technique left by Schroeder Silen, the first chief priest of the Sky Temple in the past and the oldest high priest.
In the end, he and King Jessel died together with this forbidden technique, and even the Crown of Wisdom was lost.
A figure suddenly appeared behind him. The man was sitting in front of the window and looking at Stan Tito quietly.
"Finally someone is here?"
Stan Tito was startled when he heard the sound and immediately turned around.
Against the light, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.
But he felt that the figure in front of him was somewhat familiar: "I am Stan Tito."
"Who are you?"
The other person replied: "I am Tito."
"This is the memory illusion I left behind. It contains the memories and power I left behind."
"Only those with pure hearts can open it."
Stan Tito was completely stunned. He walked closer and finally saw the other party's appearance clearly.
Looking at the other person's missing eyes and scars on his face, how could he still not know who was in front of him.
"Great poet."
"Saint Tito?"
He shouted in shock, and because of his excitement, he couldn't help but take a few steps forward, but immediately stopped in awe.
He looked at his ancestors and asked.
"Why did you leave these behind? Is it because of some mission?"
The great poet sat quietly in front of the window and looked at the garden outside: "Everyone's mission comes from his own heart, not from others."
"This is a library that holds things from my life."
"I just don't want something to be forgotten, so I just want to preserve it."
As soon as the words fell, everything around him shattered instantly.
Only then did Stan Tito realize that he was still standing in the dark cave.
But when he lowered his head, he found a Sun Cup in his hand.
The flower cup was in full bloom, and a golden phantom spun out, and its finger touched Stan Tito's forehead.
"The gift of power."
Stan Tito inherited the memory and power left by Saint Tito.
