In the distance, there is an endless sea. Even if you can't hear the sound of waves, Stan Tito's ears just by looking at it.

"ah!"

"It's the city of God's descending!"

Familiar city, familiar sea flavor.

All of them made him miss it so much.

He had not left here for a long time, but he felt like he had been away for many years.

He walked towards the front, but saw groups of people gathering in front of a large and small stone hill outside the city, which was the grave of the Three Leaf people.

The stone hill tombs are accumulated from stones of different sizes, one after another gathers into a cemetery.

Everyone gathered here with sad expressions, mourned as they passed by, and then pressed a stone on it. This is the custom of the Three Leaf people mourning the dead.

The lucky son who returned to his hometown asked, "Is this?"

Someone answered him: "Mourning to his relatives who died in the disaster of the trolls not long ago, those who died due to natural disasters."

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

Stan Tito: "All these are?"

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

Stan Tito looked at the stacks of tombs, and at one glance, at least hundreds, or even thousands.

The joy and excitement of going home were instantly dispersed: "Disaster is just the beginning, and the pain is still continuing."

He saw with his own eyes the destruction and disaster brought by the trolls, and at this moment he witnessed the painful torture after the disaster.

He didn't even have the intention to enter the city of God's descending and went back to Tito.

He wanted to see the people in his hometown. Although not many people knew him in the entire town of Tito, he was just an inconspicuous son of a craftsman.

However, when he came back, he found that the once prosperous town had now turned into an empty city.

The building is empty when people are gone.

There is no trace of people.

He walked in the empty town, a little confused.

Outside the town, he found an old man who used to be the town of Tito.

"Where are the people in the town?"

The old man replied: "Most of the craftsmen were summoned to repair the collapsed palace, the rest of them disperse, and some went to other branches."

"No one wants our things anymore, and we don't have our own fishing grounds, so we can't survive without finding another way out."

The old man sighed: "Tito Town."

"It's gone."

As the prosperity of Tito town faded, everything disappeared.

Stan Tito felt a little funny: "Her Majesty the Queen is gone, why are you still building a palace?"

The dialogue answered: "Her Majesty the Queen is gone. Didn't it mean that a new king has come out recently?"

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

"Say yes."

"Only in this way can the glory and honor of the city of God be maintained!"

Stan Tito: "Hernier?"

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

Stan Tito couldn't understand: "Hernir had just ascended the throne, where would he have time to come to the city of God and pay attention to them."

The old man spread his hands: "How can we understand the matter between big people?"

Stan Tito smiled, but she smiled ugly.

"Is it the trolls that brought destruction, or is the greed and desire of the human heart causing disaster?"

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A stone slab that was as tall as a man was beaten bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit, and finally turned into an exquisite carving.

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 cry sadly for the death of their loved ones.

The city is fragmented. Half of the city was once destroyed by giant monsters, but it has not been repaired yet.

However, no one paid attention to the broken streets and houses, and everyone was busy building the palace in the center of the city.

The slaves carried stones and crossed the stairs, and the craftsmen hung in the air to build the towering and majestic Jessel Palace. The nobles led supervisors and guards to comment at their feet.

A painting shows all kinds of life.

The sorrow of the common people, the humbleness of the slaves, the hard work of the craftsmen, and the arrogance of the nobles are fully displayed on it.

He used to replicate famous works by ancient people, but this time he finally had his own works, a work that truly possessed his soul and will.

Then.

Stan Tito walked into the empty abandoned town with his first work in his life.

In the center of the town, the place where the ancient castle of the Tito family was once located.

Holes were dug out from the huge pits, each leading to the cave deep in the ground.

The priests of the City of Descendants dug up the sky, and basically all the things they could take away were taken and brought to the City of Descendants, and worshipped them in the Palace of Jesel and the Temple of Insel.

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

Nothing is left here except a deep pit.

but.

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

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

He wanted to place his work here to dedicate it to the great poet who once lived and his most admired ancestors.

He walked along a cave and towards the depths of the ground.

The deeper he went, the darker he became. Finally he saw a huge cave, which had been completely submerged by the sea.

He knelt on the ground and saluted to the depths.

"Dedicated to!"

"Great poet."

Then, he resolutely put his paintings into the sea.

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

"Gudong!"

A crisp sound was made in the water, and the ripples spread to the distance, as if they had touched something.

He suddenly saw the golden light in the water flashing.

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

Stan Tito felt a moment of dizziness, and then he felt that he was no longer in place, but appeared on the coast.

He saw a sea of ​​flowers surrounded by an elegant cottage and yard.

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

"Is this an illusion?"

This was not the first time he had come into contact with the illusion used by the Cup of the Sun, he immediately felt it.

The flowers that once bloomed in the Sun Cup were no longer there, and this was just an illusion.

Stan Tito walked through the sea of ​​flowers in the illusion and walked into the yard. He entered the room.

The house looks much larger than what looks outside. The shelves are piled with mountain-like bone plates, and stone slab paintings are hung on all sides, recording ancient epic and mythological scenes.

He looked at the shelf and opened one of the bone books strung together.

"Gived of power."

Stan Tito was stunned for a moment. This was a magic technique that only a few people in the royal family could master.

Open the next book: "Taoism?"

At first he didn't understand what this was, but when he opened it, he felt like he had encountered the most terrifying thing, so he quickly closed it.

This is a taboo technique left by Schroeder Schroeder Schillen, the first master priest of the former Sky Temple and the oldest senior priest.
To be continued...