A group of ferocious clovers holding weapons advanced slowly. They were getting closer and closer to the Cup of the Sun flowers, and at the same time their breathing became more and more rapid.
In the past, they were fearless and experienced hundreds of battles, but now they were as nervous as newbies entering the battlefield for the first time.
It can be seen that their hands are tightly holding the bone gun and stone hammer, and they are constantly swallowing saliva. Every step they take, they turn to look at their companions, and their eyes are intertwined, as if they are cheering each other up.
They are approaching the greatest secret of the Hinsai people. They are approaching the burial place of the great poet Tito, the last saint to enter the realm of the gods.
They are uncovering the mystery of what the great poet Tito left hundreds of years ago.
What's more, it can be said.
them.
Exploring the secrets of God.
All this makes their blood boil, but at the same time they are also deeply anxious, uneasy, and even afraid.
Their eyes were level with the golden flower cup.
In the underground cave, they saw a small courtyard and a house hidden behind the Cup of the Sun.
The Cup of the Sun spreads out from the courtyard, and fluorescence flows from it, like a river of light.
It was the hut where Xinghe Polo lived back then.
Everyone held their breath and looked at their leader.
"Really! There really is!" The tall clover-leaf man holding the bone gun said, pointing to the building in the sea of flowers.
"We found it, we are developed." The soldier carrying the stone hammer has seen his own glory and wealth, and he may be able to become a noble with this.
The leader of the caravan is obviously not an ordinary person, he knows better.
His pupils dilated instantly and his expression became dull.
His mouth opened involuntarily, and he opened and closed it for a long time before speaking.
"This is the place where the messenger of God Polo and the Queen of Stars perished, the place of mythical ruins."
"It is also the beginning of Saint Tito's pilgrimage and the origin of "Hymn to the King of Wisdom."
The leader of the caravan turned around and said to his subordinates with a smile.
"Everyone."
"Welcome to--"
"The place where myths and epics are born."
As they cheered and cheered, their steps became faster.
However, the flowers in front of them started to dance along with their movements.
The beautiful cups of the sun suddenly opened their bloody mouths and bit them, and the beautiful and quiet scene suddenly turned into a chaotic dance of demons.
The leader of the caravan at the front was well prepared. He took out a handful of special bone powder and sprinkled it on his group.
In an instant, these Sun Cups slowly became quiet, as if they could no longer be sensed.
They passed through the flowers, came to the arched courtyard, and stepped into it through the stone gate.
The hurried footsteps stopped instantly. Everyone stood in front of the garden and stopped all movements to look into the depths, not daring to take another step forward rashly.
because.
They saw the remains of the great poet Tito.
The opponent was surrounded by a large cluster of Cup of the Sun flowers in the center, and behind him was a boat that reflected silver light. The former white canvas had long become filthy.
But precisely because of this, the atmosphere of antiquity and vicissitudes exuded from it is even stronger.
Everyone even felt a sacred power surrounding the flowers and shrouding the hearts of all the cloverleaf people who trespassed on this forbidden land.
The poet leaned quietly on the hull, tilted his head and entered a permanent sleep.
In his arms, he still holds the last chapter he wrote.
The moment the bone book appeared, it attracted everyone's attention.
For two hundred years, legends and speculations have been circulating in Xiinsai.
Everyone was looking for the last secret of the great poet, and it was finally confirmed at this moment.
"The great poet Tito."
"Saint Tito."
"The last person to step into the God-given land to meet the gods, the saint who is recognized by the messengers of God and the gods."
"Wrapped in his arms is "The Last Chapter."
"The legendary bone book."
Everyone couldn't help but shout in unison, each one louder than the other.
"Also, the sacred boat!"
"Don't you see it? That's the sacred boat!"
"That is a treasure gifted by the messenger of God. I heard that it is the supreme treasure that the messenger of God took out from a dream."
Some people also recited the story they had heard since childhood: "The great poet rode the wind and passed through the country of the Demonic Abyss, and the sinners did not dare to block his way."
The people present were noisy, but no one dared to move forward.
Finally, the leader of the caravan moved forward cautiously. He came to the sacred ship and the great poet, and knelt down devoutly in front of the corpse.
"Great Saint Tito!"
"Please forgive me for my offense. My sin is unforgivable."
"but."
"Our kingdom needs the secrets you left behind and the legendary power."
“Everything is to return to the glory of God, everything is to recreate the glory of God.”
He did not dare to look directly at the body of the great poet Tito, so he lowered his head and stretched his hands above his head towards the bone book, trying to take it out of the great poet's arms.
But the moment his fingers touched the bone book, something he didn't expect happened.
The corpse of the great poet Tito was reduced to ashes in an instant, and the ashes were blown up by an unknown wind.
The flowers moved together, and all the Sun Cups released pollen towards the sky.
A picture appeared in the sky.
It was a mythical being wearing a golden robe and having the face of a god. He held a female clover in his arms and lay in a whirlpool like a galaxy.
Everyone raised their heads and wrapped their heads around the leader who was kneeling on the ground.
The leader knelt on the ground and raised his head to look at the illusion from above.
"It is the scene of the death of Polo, the messenger of God, and the Queen of Stars. Unexpectedly, the great poet Tito did not forget this scene until his death, and imprinted this scene on the Cup of the Sun."
At this time, the nameless wind that raised the ashes suddenly transformed into the phantom of the great poet.
There was an inexplicable sound in the air, sad and ethereal.
"ah!"
"It turned out to be my dream."
"woke up."
The shadow of the poet Tito followed the rotating stars, followed the angel Polo and the Queen of Stars, and disappeared over the flowers of the Cup of the Sun.
Everyone was stunned speechless by this shocking and beautiful scene, and the entire underground cave fell silent.
"Boom."
With a loud noise, the entire cave collapsed.
Huge waves poured in, and the overwhelming seawater swirled and swallowed everything, destroying everything.
Amid the huge waves and whirlpools, the leader of the caravan grabbed the bone book.
He turned around anxiously and looked at another precious treasure.
"The Sacred Boat."
Of course the caravan leader knows the significance of the sacred boat. This is an item handed down from the land given by the gods, a unique treasure in the world.
No one knows if there are other secrets left on it, and if it still has powers and functions that they don't know about.
But at this moment.
But he could only watch helplessly as the sacred boat, a treasure from the kingdom of gods, was washed away, and watched as the silver boat swept into the other side of the channel with the huge waves and rushed into the depths of the sea.
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on the ground.
The quiet town of Tito was also awakened by this loud noise in the dark night.
The seawater rushes out of the ground and turns into springs gushing upward.
The awakened townspeople and craftsmen rushed out one after another and looked in the direction of the castle.
"what happened?"
"What happened?"
"Look!"
"fall down!"
"fall down!"
The tall and majestic castle collapsed into ruins with the ground sinking and a loud rumbling sound.
It took the Tito family more than a hundred years and generations of continuous expansion to build the majestic castle it is today.