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There is an endless sea in the distance, even if you can't hear the sound of the waves, Stan Tito just looks at it and feels the joy of the tide reverberating in his ears.

"what!"

"It's the city where God descends!"

Familiar city, familiar sea flavor road.

He missed it so much.

He obviously left here not long ago, but he felt as if he had been away for many years.

He walked towards the front, but saw crowds of people gathered in front of a large and small stone mound outside the city. This was the tomb of the Sanyeren.

The stone tombs are made up of stones of different sizes, and one after another gathers into a cemetery.

Everyone gathered here with sad expressions, mourned as they passed, and then pressed a stone on it. This is the custom of Sanye people to mourn the dead.

The lucky boy who returned to his hometown asked, "This is?"

Someone replied: "Mourning to the relatives who died in the troll disaster not long ago, and those unfortunate people who did not die because of the natural disaster."

For ordinary people, giant monsters are natural disasters and divine punishments.

Stan Tito: "All of these?"

The other party nodded: "It's all."

Stan Tito looked at the piles of mounds, at least hundreds, or even thousands, at a glance.

The joy and excitement of going home was instantly dissipated: "The disaster is just the beginning, and the pain is still continuing."

He witnessed the destruction and disaster brought by the giant monster with his own eyes, and at this moment witnessed the painful torment after the disaster.

He didn't even have the thought of entering the city of God's Fall, and went straight back to Tito Town.

He wanted to take a look at the people in his hometown, although not many people knew him in the entire Tito town, he was just the son of a humble craftsman.

However, when he came back, he found that this prosperous town in the past has now turned into an empty city.

People go to empty buildings.

Nothing to see.

He walked in the empty town, feeling a little dazed.

Outside the town, he found an old man from Tito Town.

"Where are the people in town?"

The old man replied: "Most of the artisans have been called up to repair the collapsed palace, the rest are scattered, and some have gone to other branches."

"No one wants our things, 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 bustling town of Tito dissipated, everything disappeared in smoke.

Stan Tito felt a little funny: "Your Majesty is no longer there, what else do you want to repair?"

Dialogue replied: "Your Majesty is gone. Didn't it mean that a new king came out recently?"

"In order to please him, the lord of the city where God descends must rebuild the palace to welcome the new king."

"Said to be."

"Only in this way can we maintain the glory and dignity of the city where God descends!"

Stan Tito: "Henil?"

The old man nodded: "That's right, that's the name."

Stan Tito couldn't understand: "Henil has just ascended to the throne, where is the time to come to the city and pay attention to them."

The old man spread his hands: "How can we understand things between big people."

Stan Tito smiled, but smiled ugly.

"Is it the troll that brought the destruction, or the greed and desire of the human heart that caused the disaster?"

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A stone slab that was as high as a person was beaten little by little by a dexterous hand holding a chisel and hammer, and finally turned into an exquisite carving.

The craftsman carved this painting on the stone slab and exhausted all his strength.

Painting.

In the cemetery at the foot of the city wall, people mourned and wept for the passing of their loved ones.

The city was fragmented, and half of the city was once destroyed by giant monsters, but it still hasn't been repaired yet.

However, the broken streets and houses were ignored, and everyone was busy building the palace in the middle of the city.

Slaves carried stones on their backs and crossed the stairs, craftsmen hung in the air to build the towering Jessel Palace, and nobles, with overseers and guards, commented at their feet.

In a painting, the various states of life are revealed.

The sorrow of the common people, the humbleness of the slaves, the hard work of the craftsmen, and the arrogance of the nobles are vividly manifested above.

He used to reproduce masterpieces of ancient people, but this time he finally has his own work, a work that truly possesses his own soul and will.

Then.

Stan Tito took the first creation of his life and walked into the empty abandoned town.

In the middle of the town, where the old castle of the Tito family was once located.

Holes were dug in the huge sinkholes, and each one led to a cave deep underground.

The priests of the city where the gods descended dug up the ground, basically all the things that could be taken away were taken and brought to the city of gods descended, and they were enshrined in the Yesser Palace and the Temple of Insai.

Every brick, every stone, every flower was taken away.

There is nothing left here except a deep pit.

but.

In Stan Tito's heart, this place is still sacred.

This is the place where the bones of the great poets are buried, the place where the angel of God Polo and the Queen of the Stars die. The noble and sacred thing is not the relics and stones, but their will.

He wants to put his work here, dedicated to the once great poet, his most admired ancestor.

He walked along a cave towards the depths of the earth.

It got darker as he went deeper, and finally he saw a huge crypt, which had been completely submerged by sea water.

He knelt on the ground, saluting to the depths.

"Dedicated to!"

"Great poet."

Then, he resolutely put his paintings into the sea water.

The slate sank to the bottom of the water, causing ripples.

"Gudong!"

There was a crisp sound in the water, and the ripples spread far away, as if touching something.

He suddenly saw the golden light twinkling in the water.

Immediately afterwards, a cup of the sun was opened in the light, illuminating the entire surface of the water and the cave.

Stan Tito felt the world spin for a while, 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 hut and yard.

"The remains of Polo, the messenger of God, and the Queen of Stars."

"Is this an illusion?"

It was not the first time that he had come into contact with the illusion using the cup of the sun, he felt it immediately.

The flowers that used to be full of the cup of the sun are long gone, this can only be an illusion.

Stan Tito walked through the sea of ​​flowers in the illusion, toward the courtyard, and he entered the house.

The room is much larger than it looks outside. The shelves are piled with mountain-like bone plates, and slate paintings are hung on all sides, recording ancient epics and mythological scenes.

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 was a magical technique that only a few members of the royal family could master.

Open the next book: "The Art of Taboo?"

At first, he didn't understand what it was, and after opening it, he quickly closed it as if he had encountered the scariest thing.

This is a taboo technique left by the first priest of the Sky Temple and the oldest high priest Schroeder Silen.

In the end, he and King Yeser died of this taboo technique, and even the crown of wisdom was lost because of this.

A figure suddenly appeared behind him. The man sat in front of the window and looked at Stan Tito quietly.

"Finally someone is here?"

Stan Tito was startled when he heard the sound, and turned his head immediately.

Against the light, he couldn't see the other side's appearance.

But he felt that the figure in front of him was a bit familiar: "I'm Stan Tito."

"Who are you?"

The other party replied: "I am Tito."

"Here is the memory illusion I left behind. It contains the memory and power I left behind."

"Only a person with a pure heart can open it."

Stan Tito was completely stunned. He approached and finally saw what the other person looked like.

Looking at the lost eyes and scars on his face, how could he still not know who was in front of him.

"Great poet."

"Saint Tito?"

He cried out in shock, because of his emotional excitement, he couldn't help but walked a few steps forward, but immediately stopped in awe.

He looked at his ancestors and asked.

"Why do you keep these? Is it because of the mission?"

The great poet sits quietly at the window ~lightnovelpub.net~ and looks at the garden outside: "Everyone's mission comes from his own heart, not from others."

"This is a library that hides the things I have left over from my life."

"I just don't want some things to be forgotten, so I save him."

When the voice fell, everything around him shattered instantly.

Stan Tito realized that he was still standing in the dark cave.

Only when he lowered his head, he found an extra sun cup in his hand.

The flower cup was in full bloom, a golden phantom spun out, and a finger touched Stan Tito's forehead.

"The gift of power."

Stan Tito He inherited the memory and power left by Saint Tito.