I am God!

Chapter 75 The Great Poet and the Bone Book

Below the castle is a huge crypt.

A group of ferocious clover men with weapons walked forward slowly. They got closer and closer to the sun cup flowers, and at the same time, their breathing became more and more rapid.

In the past, they were fearless and had experienced many battles, but now they were as nervous as a newcomer who had just entered the battlefield.

It can be seen that their hands are holding the bone spear and stone hammer tightly, and they are still swallowing saliva. Every time they take a step, they will turn their heads to look at their companions, as if they are cheering each other up.

They are approaching the greatest secret of the Hiinsai, they are approaching the burial place of the great poet Tito, the last saint to step into the realm of the gods.

They are unraveling the mysteries of what the great poet Tito left centuries ago.

Worse still can be said.

they.

Exploring the secrets belonging to God.

All this makes their blood boil, but at the same time they are also deeply anxious and uneasy, even fearful.

Their eyes were level with the golden flower cup.

In the underground cave, they saw a small courtyard, a house hidden behind the cup of the sun.

The cup of the sun spread out from the courtyard, and the fluorescence flowed out of it, like a river emitting light.

It was the hut where Xing and Polo lived.

Everyone held their breath and looked at their leader.

"Really! Really!" said the tall clover man holding a bone gun, pointing at the building in the sea of ​​flowers.

"We have found it, and we have developed." The hundred-war soldier carrying a stone hammer has seen his own glory and wealth, and he may be able to become a nobleman by virtue of this.

The caravan leader is obviously not an ordinary person, he knows better.

His pupils dilated in an instant, and his expression became dull.

His mouth opened involuntarily, and he opened and closed for a long time before speaking.

"This is the place where Polo, the messenger of the gods, and the queen of the stars died, and where the mythical ruins are."

"It is also the beginning of Saint Tito's pilgrimage, and the origin of "The Psalm of the King of Wisdom"."

The caravan leader turned his head and said to his subordinates with a smile.

"Everyone."

"Welcome to--"

"Where myths and epics are born."

They cheered and jumped, and their pace became faster.

However, the field of flowers in front of them also danced with their movements.

The beautiful cups of the sun suddenly opened their mouths to bite them, and the beautiful and quiet scene turned into a group of demons dancing wildly in an instant.

The leader of the caravan who rushed to the front had already prepared, he took out a handful of special bone meal and sprinkled it on his group.

In an instant, the cups of the sun slowly quieted down, as if they could no longer be sensed.

They passed through the flowers and came to the courtyard of the arch, and stepped into it through the stone gate.

The hurried footsteps stopped instantly, and everyone standing in front of the garden stopped all movements and looked into the depths, not daring to take another step forward rashly.

because.

They saw the remains of the great poet Tito.

The other party was surrounded by a large sun cup flower bushes in the center, and behind him was a boat that reflected silver light. The white canvas of the past had long since become filthy.

But precisely because of this, the ancient and vicissitudes of life emanating from it are even stronger.

Everyone even felt a sacred power surrounding the flowers, covering the hearts of all the three-leaf people who trespassed in this forbidden area.

The poet quietly leaned against the hull, turned his head sideways and fell into eternal slumber.

In his arms, still holding the last chapter he wrote.

The moment the bone book appeared, it attracted everyone's attention.

For 200 years, legends and speculations have been passed down by Hiinsey.

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 land bestowed by the gods to meet the gods, the saint who has been affirmed by the messengers of the gods and the gods."

"What he has in his arms is The Last Chapter."

"The legendary bone book."

Everyone couldn't help shouting in unison, each louder than the other.

"Also, the sacred boat!"

"Didn't you see it? That's the sacred boat!"

"That is a treasure bestowed by the envoy of God. It is said that it is the supreme treasure that the envoy of God took out from the dream."

Some people even recited the stories they had heard since they were young: "The great poet rode the wind and passed through the kingdom of the abyss, and the sinners did not dare to block his way forward."

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 boat and the great poet, and knelt devoutly in front of the corpse.

"O great saint Tito!"

"Forgive my offense, my sin is unforgivable."

"but."

"Our kingdom needs the secret you left behind, and the legendary power."

"Everything is to return to the glory of God, and everything is to reproduce the glory of God."

He didn't dare to look directly at the sacred body of the great poet Tito, 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.

It's just that the moment his finger touched the bone book, something he didn't expect happened.

The body of the great poet Tito was instantly reduced to ashes, and the ashes were blown up by a nameless wind.

The flower bushes moved, and all the cups of the sun released pollen towards the sky.

A picture appeared in the sky.

It was a mythical being wearing a golden smock with the face of a god, holding a female clover in his arms, lying in a vortex like a galaxy.

Everyone raised their heads, including the leader who was kneeling on the ground.

The leader knelt on the ground, raised his head and looked at the phantom from above.

"It's the picture of the demise of Polo, the envoy of God, and the Queen of Stars. I didn't expect that the great poet Tito would never forget this scene until his death, and even imprinted this picture in the Sun Cup."

At this time, the nameless wind that raised ashes suddenly turned into the phantom of the great poet.

There was an inexplicable voice in the air, sad and ethereal.

"what!"

"It turned out to be my dream."

"woke up."

The shadow of the poet Tito followed the rotating galaxy, followed the envoy Polo and the Queen of Stars, and dissipated in the sky above the cup of the sun flowers.

Everyone was so shocked by this shocking and beautiful scene that they were speechless, and the entire underground cave was completely silent.

"Boom."

With a loud bang, the entire cave collapsed.

Huge waves rushed in, and the overwhelming seawater swirled and swallowed everything and washed everything away.

Amidst the huge waves and whirlpools, the leader of the caravan grabbed the bone book.

He turned his head anxiously and looked at another precious treasure.

"Holy boat."

The leader of the caravan certainly knows the meaning of the sacred boat. It is an item handed down from the land bestowed by the gods. It is a unique treasure in the world.
No one knows whether there are other secrets in it, whether it still has power and function that they don't know.

But at this moment.

But he could only watch helplessly as the sacred boat, a treasure from the kingdom of gods, was washed away, watching the silver boat follow the huge waves into the other side of the passage, and into the depths of the sea.

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on the ground.

The quiet town of Tito in the night was also awakened by this loud noise.

The sea water rushed out from the ground, turning into springs and gushing upwards.

The awakened townspeople and craftsmen rushed out one after another, looking 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 collapse of the ground and loud rumbling noises.

It took the Tito family more than 100 years and continuous expansion from generation to generation to have such a majestic castle today.

However it's gone.

But it only takes a moment.

(End of this chapter)