On the other hand, after the Sun God King, the master of Tianshen Palace, left mysteriously, the nest owners spontaneously gathered together and began to enter the underground in batches.
The underground has long been secretly cleaned up by the Ghost Sect until nothing is left. Both humans and intelligent nest creatures have been completely wiped out by the Ghost Sect with a powerful plague. Therefore, the top experts, after the Ghost Sect breaks through,
He secretly took action and killed the most powerful organization in mankind - the Council of Elders.
It can be said that the underground is completely empty. Under the leadership of the Lord of the Heavenly God Palace, the master of the nest has avoided the competition with humans on the ground for resources and instead went to open up wasteland underground, forming a truly independent and powerful force.
All that is left on the ground are some mutated beasts and low-level monsters with no intelligence. These are garbage pig-like existences that even the masters of the lair look down upon.
Time passed little by little. The sequelae of the door to heaven being pulled out finally appeared.
Whether it is a totem master or a mutant monster, the power of all totems and the light of totems begin to decline rapidly. The intensity of the decline is as fast as a pool with the stopper removed, forming a huge whirlpool that crazily engulfs all extraordinary beings.
All the power is leaked out.
The battle at the Gate of Heaven was named the Battle of Heaven by historians from various countries. Harpers and poets and writers compiled this battle into poems, recited and sang about it. Countless songs and prose were published as a result. For a time, the entire post-war period
A brilliant and inexplicable literary revolution broke out.
Corresponding opera drama novels emerged at the historic moment.
The three peak heroes who participated in the war never appeared again, so people continued to beautify the myth and became the strongest symbols on the earth.
Time flies, time flies.
In the blink of an eye, more than fifty years have passed.
The ruins of the original Rock City were already covered with green grass and flowers. The broken walls were covered with fine moss.
Some tourists who come to admire the history linger here, and a chain of hotels has formed in the surrounding area.
Due to the aftermath of the war, Panshi City was surrounded by cracks and faults of various sizes, making it no longer suitable for rebuilding the city. Instead, a large number of tourists came to pay homage to the remnants of the war, and a large building was built in the open space outside the city.
The tourist town is called Panshi City.
There is a white square in the city, with a National Heroes Monument built in the center. It is used to commemorate the great deeds of the three king-level heroes who were almost mythical, as well as the countless innocent people and totem masters who sacrificed their lives in this war.
The afternoon sun dyed the entire square into a hazy glow.
Beside a circle of white flower beds, a tour guide with a mustache was vividly introducing the deeds of this place more than fifty years ago to the tourists behind him.
"Our peace and stability today are actually largely due to the legacy of the original War in Heaven. Three great monarchs, the Sun God King, the Evil God King, and the Arctic King, are here to fight for their respective ideas and ideals.
, for the sake of thousands of people and subordinates behind him, he chose to fight to the death to prevent the Ghost Sect from destroying the world. That battle was earth-shattering, and even the thousand-year-old ancient city of Rock King City trembled in fear under their shadow. The sky was wailed, and the earth was covered with scars.
The terrifying power swept through the space like a myth. According to the memory of one of the original survivors, the situation at that time was simply "
"Who believes it? Haha." Someone in the crowd of tourists chuckled. The word "haha" has a huge lethality for tour guides. It contains deep doubts, ridicule, and suspicion without refutation.
"This is the age of science and technology, totem? Can that kind of pseudoscience reach this level?" someone asked.
"It's probably because the heroes inside have been deified. I've also practiced a few activation methods for the totem, but it has no effect. It's all about strengthening the body. But the secret weapons left behind are very good, and the fighting skills are very practical.
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"Really? I just discovered that I went to the city to learn secret martial arts from a teacher some time ago. It is said to be a secret skill passed down from family, and it is indeed very practical."
"What does secret martial arts look like in real life? I only knew about it by reading novels before."
A group of tourists were minding their own business and had a lively exchange focusing on other topics.
The tour guide in front of him shook his head speechlessly. This was not the first group he had encountered. Disbelief in the War of Heaven has become the consensus among tourists visiting Panshi City in recent years.
Tourists who were initially half-convinced immediately turned from half-believing to complete disbelief after actually seeing it on site.
There is no other reason, just because the traces left here are too terrifying.
The Rock Capital was once a huge defensive city with a population of nearly one million, and it also had powerful defensive armaments. If it were said that the battle of just a few people could cause such a horrific scene, no one would believe such a story.
Totem? Totem master?
Even if that kind of thing really existed in history, would it be able to stand up to today's increasingly terrifying firearms, bombs, and artillery fire? It is probably a legacy product that has been directly eliminated by increasingly powerful technology.
No one among the tourists believed that such a terrifying battlefield could be caused by just a few people. Everyone always believed that it was a tragic battlefield caused by countless bombs and artillery fire. It is undeniable that the three king-level great men definitely played a decisive role in it.
role, but the troops and subordinates under their command are the real heroes who should be respected more.
In particular, the continuous exposure of the miserable living conditions of the descendants of heroes and martyrs in recent years has largely aroused reflection in various countries.
While the tour guide was deep in thought, he took the tourists step by step to visit some of the ruins in Panshi City. Nowadays, tourists from dozens of countries, large and small, in Dongzhou come here to pay homage to the great historical achievements. People like him who have lived in the city since childhood
Local residents can easily support their families as tour guides.
"Kedi! Villali and the others are out of school, are you done here?" a middle-aged man shouted loudly in the distance, standing at the door of a bar and waving to him. That was his usual poker friend Jack, his son
I am attending a school in the city with my son. Today happens to be the weekend, and it is time to pick up my son and take him home.
"It's almost ready." the tour guide replied loudly. "Wait for me for a while!"
"good!"
The tour guide finally took the tourists around the last place arranged for today, and then hurriedly met the middle-aged man.
The sky was already setting, so it was a bit late.
"Hey! Little Baker! How are you doing at school?"
"Very good. I can take care of myself." The silver-haired eleven-year-old boy replied seriously like an adult.
The two father and son squeezed out of the crowd of students at the school gate and walked hand in hand towards home.
"Is mom okay?" Little Baker looked like the master of the family. He was carrying a small schoolbag, his skin was as white as milk, and he asked with his little brows furrowed.
"She has to work overtime today and may have to go home late, and the company has another dinner to plan. But Old Baker and Ms. Sean came over today and said they wanted to see their favorite grandson. I guess Ms. is already in the kitchen making your most popular meal.
These cookies are delicious." The tour guide chuckled.
"Really? Actually, I wanted to say it a long time ago, that cookie is too sweet."
"That's your grandma's love."
"But it's too sweet and it's bad for your teeth. Isn't that what you said?"
"Forehead"
"I think I should learn to politely refuse." Little Baker touched his chin and thought deeply.
The two father and son discussed and quarreled all the way home.
The silver-haired grandpa Baker was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and grandma Ms. Sean was busy in the kitchen. The lady in red, who was still young at heart, rushed out with a smile on her face, picked up little Baker and kissed him.
"Oh, my dear little Jack, I really hope you never grow up and are always so cute."
"Please don't use adjectives like cute to describe your grandson. I think this is an insult to my character." Little Baker, whose full name is Jack Baker, struggled hard.
"Okay, okay, stop making trouble." The grandfather sitting on the sofa put down the newspaper and looked at the little guy with a serious face. "It seems that I haven't exchanged information with you for a long time, and your thoughts have gone astray. Tonight and
Sleep with me, and I will correct your recent thinking and style."
"Do you want to use your past experience? Great! There is another good story!" Little Baker threw his schoolbag and cheered loudly.
"Those are not stories!" Grandpa said with a serious face.
"Yes, that is a real experience. It is your precious experience and contains countless life wisdom!" Little Baker quickly agreed.
"Speaking of it, Dad, the things you tell the little guy every time feel so real," the tour guide asked in a low voice from the side.
"That's your father's and mine's personal experience! At that time, artillery and missiles had not yet been developed, and totem masters were the most powerful group. Didn't you introduce the Battle of Heaven repeatedly every day? This kind of childish question is still
Come and ask me?" The old man's face darkened.
"Okay, okay, Shiyan, you always get so excited when you mention these things. These are old almanacs and old things. Just say less and be careful with your heart." Ms. Sienberina advised with a smile.
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"Remember what you said when you proposed to me? Are you not attracted by my strong and majestic appearance?" When Baker Shiyan saw his wife's increasingly gentle smile, he suddenly felt weak and his voice became lower and lower.
"It seems that I have given too much pocket money recently, hahaha," Bai Lina said with a gentle and kind face.
"Fearless!" Little Baker suddenly shouted from the side.
"Yes! Fearless!!" The grandfather and grandson quickly ran away.
Shiyan pulled his grandson around, but his mind faintly returned to the war-torn days.
No one knows better than him that the War of Three Kings in Heaven actually existed in history.
Although the sequelae of Heaven's Gate resulted in the almost extinction of totem masters, and the existence of the power of totem and the light of totem can no longer be seen in the world. But only the old people who have experienced that era will truly understand that that almost mythical era was
really existed.
With the decline of totem power, the powerful five-type power he was once proud of now only has the ordinary totem power of a type-1 totem master, which can only be used to release some small magic spells.
Moreover, people without the power of totems can no longer see the existence of magic tricks at all.
Shi Yan had a feeling that the Gate of Heaven seemed to be a living creature. After it understood the powerful threat posed by the power of the totem, it began to consciously change the world so that this power would gradually die out.
"I wonder how those old friends are doing now." Involuntarily, he recalled the past events.
"Grandpa, show me a new trick quickly, quickly!" Little Baker shouted mysteriously from the side.
The world has been changed after all (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)