I am God!

Chapter 106 Saints' Memories and Forbidden Art

In the distance is the endless sea, even if the sound of the waves cannot be heard, Stan Tito can feel the joy of the tide echoing in his ears just by looking at it.

"what!"

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

Familiar city, familiar taste of sea breeze.

All let him miss so much.

He obviously left here not long ago, but it felt as if he had 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.

Stone mound graves 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: "To mourn the relatives who died in the troll disaster not long ago, those unfortunate people who died due to natural disasters."

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

Stan Tito: "All of these?"

The other party nodded: "All of them."

Stan Tito 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 had seen with his own eyes the devastation and calamity brought about by the troll, and now he was witnessing the torment after the calamity.

He didn't even think about 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 not many people knew him in the whole Tito town at the time, he was just the son of an inconspicuous craftsman.

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

People go empty.

There is no trace of human habitation.

He walked in the empty town, 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 dispersed, and some went to other branches."

"No one wants our stuff 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."

"Gone."

As the prosperity of Tito Town dissipated, everything disappeared.

Stan Tito felt a little funny: "Her Majesty is gone, so why build a palace?"

The dialogue replied: "Her Majesty the Queen is gone, doesn't it mean that a new king has come out recently?"

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

"Said to be."

"Only in this way can the glory and dignity of the city of God's descent be maintained!"

Stan Tito: "Henir?"

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

Stan Tito couldn't understand: "Henir has just ascended the throne, how can he have time to come to the city of God's Descend and pay attention to them."

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

Stan Tito 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 was hammered little by little by nimble hands holding a chisel and hammer, and finally turned into a pair of exquisite carvings.

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

painting.

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

The city is in pieces, half of the city was once destroyed by giant monsters, and it still hasn't 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.

Slaves carried stones on their backs and crossed the stairs, 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.

Stan Tito 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.

Holes were dug out of the huge sinkhole, each leading to a cavern deep in the ground.

The priests of the City of God's Descend dug up the place, and basically took all the things that could be taken away and brought them to the City of God's Descend, where they were enshrined in the Jesser Palace and the Insai Temple.

Every brick, every stone, every flower was taken.

Nothing remained here but a deep pit.

but.

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

This is the burial place of great poets, the place where Polo, the messenger of the gods, and the queen of the 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 was once, the ancestor he admired the most.

He walked along a cave, heading deep underground.

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

He knelt on the ground and bowed to the depths.

"Dedicated!"

"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 the golden light flickering in the water.

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

Stan Tito felt his head spinning for a moment, and then he felt that he was no longer in the same place, 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 bushes that once filled the cup of the sun are no longer there, it can only be an illusion.

Stan Tito walked through the sea of ​​flowers in the illusion, walked into the yard, 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 one after another 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.

"Gift of power."

Stan Tito 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 first, 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 Shiron, 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.

A figure suddenly appeared behind him, and that person was sitting in front of the window, watching Stan Tito quietly.

"Finally someone came?"

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

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

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

"who are you?"

The other party replied: "I'm Tito."

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

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

Stan Tito 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.

"Great poet."

"Saint Tito?"

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

He looked at his ancestors 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."

"It's a library of things I've left in my life."

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

When the voice fell, everything around him instantly shattered.

Only then did Stan Tito realize that he was still standing in the dark cave.

It's just that 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 spun out, pointing to Stan Tito's forehead.

"Gift of power."

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

(End of this chapter)