I am God Chapter 105: : Saint memory and forbidden art

In the distance is the endless sea, even if you can't hear the sound of the waves, Santito can feel the joy of the tide echoing in his ears just by looking at it.

"Ah!"

"It's the city that descended from the gods!"

Familiar city, familiar taste of sea breeze.

All made him miss so much.

It's not long since he left here, but it feels like he's been away for many years.

He walked forward, but saw groups of people gathered in front of a large and small stone hill outside the city, which was the tomb of the Sanye people.

The stone mound tombs are formed by the accumulation of stones of different sizes, one after another gathered into a cemetery.

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

The lucky son who returned to his hometown asked: "This is?"

Someone answered him: "I mourn the relatives who died in the troll disaster not long ago, those unfortunate people who could not die because of natural disasters."

For ordinary people, trolls are natural disasters and divine punishment.

Stantito: "All of these?"

The other party nodded: "All of them."

Stantito looked at the piles of mounds, at least hundreds, even thousands.

The joy and excitement of going home were instantly washed away: "The disaster is just the beginning, and the pain continues."

He saw with his own eyes the destruction and disaster brought by the troll, and now he witnessed the pain and suffering after the disaster.

He didn't even have the thought of entering the City of God's Descend, and returned directly to Tito Town.

He wanted to take a look at the people in his hometown, although there were not many people who knew him in Tito Town at the time, he was just an inconspicuous son of a craftsman.

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

People go to the building to be empty.

There is no trace of human habitation.

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

He was outside the town and found an old man who used to be in Tito's town.

"Where are the people in the town?"

The old man replied: "Most of the craftsmen were conscripted to repair the collapsed palace, and the rest scattered, 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 dissipated, everything disappeared.

Stantito felt a little funny: "Her Majesty the Queen is gone, so why build a palace?"

Dialogue answer: "Her Majesty is gone, doesn't it mean that a new king has come out recently?"

"In order to please him, the lord of the city that descended from the gods wants to rebuild the palace to welcome the new king."

"Say yes."

"Only in this way can the glory and dignity of the City of Gods Descend be maintained!"

Stantito: "Henir?"

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

Stantito 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."

Stantito smiled, only ugly.

"Did the giant monster bring the destruction, or the greed and desire of the human heart brought the disaster?"

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A stone slab as tall as a person, after being hammered by the dexterous hands holding a chisel and hammer, finally turned into a pair of exquisite carvings.

The craftsman carved this painting on the stone slab, exhausting his best efforts.

In the picture.

In the cemetery at the foot of the city wall, people mourn the loss of their loved ones.

The city is in pieces. 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 center of the city.

Slaves carried stones on their backs and crossed the steps, craftsmen hung in the air to build the towering Jesser Palace, and nobles led their supervisors and guards to comment at their feet.

In one painting, all kinds of life are shown.

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

He used to engrave masterpieces of the ancients, but this time he finally has his own work, a work that truly has his own soul and will.

Then.

Stantito walked into the deserted town with his first creation in his life.

In the center of the town, where the ancient castle of the Tito family used to be.

Houses have been dug in the huge sinkholes, each leading to a cavern deep in the earth.

The priests of the City of Gods Descended dug up the place, and basically took all the things that could be taken away and took them to the City of Gods Descended, enshrining them in the Jesser Palace and the Temple of Insai.

Every brick, every stone, every flower was taken.

There is nothing left here except a deep pit.

However.

In Santito's heart, this place is still sacred.

This is the burial place of great poets, the place where Polo, the messenger of gods, and the queen of stars died. What is noble and sacred is not those relics and stones, but their will.

He wants to put his work here, dedicated to the great poet who used to be, the ancestor he admired the most.

He walked along a cave, heading deep underground.

The deeper it went, the darker it became, and finally he saw a huge crypt, which had been completely submerged by sea water.

He knelt on the ground and bowed towards the depths.

"To!"

"The Great Poet."

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

The stone slab 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 they touched something.

He suddenly saw a golden light flashing in the water.

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

Stantito felt dizzy 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 cottage and yard.

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

"Is this an illusion?"

This is not the first time he has come into contact with the illusion performed by using the cup of the sun, and he immediately felt it.

The flowers that once filled the cup of the sun are no longer there, this can only be an illusion.

Stantito walked through the sea of ​​flowers in the illusion, walked towards the courtyard, and entered the house.

The inside of the room is much larger than it looks from the outside. There are mountain-like bone plates piled up on the shelves, and stone 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.

"The gift of power."

Stantito 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 the beginning, he didn't understand what it was, but when he opened it, he quickly closed it as if he had encountered the most terrifying thing.

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

In the end, he and King Jesser died of this forbidden art, and even lost the crown of wisdom.

Suddenly a figure appeared behind him, sitting in front of the window and watching Santito quietly.

"Someone finally came?"

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

With the backlight, he couldn't see the opponent's appearance clearly.

But he felt that the figure in front of him was somewhat familiar: "I am Stantito."

"Who are you?"

The other party replied: "I am Tito."

"This is the memory illusion I left behind, which contains my memory and power."

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

Stantito was completely stunned. He approached and finally got a clear view of the other party.

Looking at the other party's lost eyes and the scar on his face, how could he still not know who was in front of him.

"The Great Poet."

"Saint Tito?"

He shouted in shock, because he couldn't help but walk forward a few quick steps because of his emotional excitement, but immediately stopped in awe.

He looked at his ancestor and asked.

"Why did you leave these? Is it because of a mission?"

The great poet sat quietly in front of the window, looking at the garden outside: "Everyone's mission comes from his own heart, not from others."

"This is a library that keeps things from my life."

"I just don't want something to be forgotten, just keep it."

When the voice fell, everything around it instantly shattered.

It was only then that Santito realized that he was still standing in the dark cave.

Just when he lowered his head, he found that there was an extra cup of the sun in his hand.

The flower cup was in full bloom, and a golden phantom swirled out, pointing its finger on Santito's forehead.

"The gift of power."

Stantito he inherited the memory and power left by Saint Tito.