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The ancient epic, its first chapter describes such a story——

[An eagle flies across the barren land through the thin mist]

[It fell at last to a snow-white temple, and lay down its wings before the statues of the gods]

[The messenger of the gods left in the world, came to convey the sorrow of all living beings]

"It is difficult for human beings to survive on the earth."

"The abode they worked so hard to build was destroyed by the trampling of the herd."

"The crops they sow cannot grow, and they walk barefoot on the barren wasteland all day long."

"They were so flustered in the changing thunderstorm that they couldn't even light a cluster of fire..."

Hunger, cold, disease, death, displacement...

The race called "human" has survived countless alternating days and nights on the earth, but still can't see the bright light of the way forward.

They grew desperate, and with the last of their courage they had to petition the messenger of the gods, begging it to take away their voices.

This cruel situation finally got the drooping eyes of a god.

God asked his messenger, "So, what kind of help do they want? Is it a good harvest, warmth, health, security, wealth?"

"No." The eagle lying on the ground spread its wings, "They are eager for a leader."

"One that can lead them to a good harvest, warmth, health, stability, and wealth..."

"—the king of men."

"The king of people, huh..."

Osiri closed his eyes, and the script that had been read countless times, or the original text of the epic, kept appearing in his mind.

This part marked as [Eagle] by later generations is the first chapter of the "Epic of the King of Man", which was engraved on the first clay tablet.

This tablet is not only the best preserved, but also the best deciphered.Basically, the translated version generally accepted by StarCraft is almost inseparable from the original text.

But what Osiri wants to play is not this part, but the second part that will follow - [Son of the Gods].

That is to say, the birth of the legendary king.

The deciphering progress of this part of the original text is even less than 50%, and the content is basically vague.

And now, the entire crew is trying to reproduce the story thousands of years ago with this thing that they can't even understand.

On the desolate land of Amuxing, thousands of performers have changed into their costumes, standing by and standing by.

All they are wearing now is a kind of extremely rough sackcloth. Originally, they only planned to use grass and vines, but later changed it reluctantly for the sake of sensory experience.

The wide hem of the clothes fluttered with the whistling wind of Amuxing, and the exposed skin of everyone was tingling and flushed.

But they couldn't cry out in pain, and couldn't back down half a step.

For all those gathered here are about to usher in their redeemed, God-given leader.The miracle they begged for during the long torment will finally be fulfilled by the gods today!

——Entering the play is in an instant.

Director Clough cut the machine very close and harshly, bringing everyone's expressions into the shot.He clenched his wrinkled hands tightly, and finally, he waited for the appearance of the King of Kings.

"...This big scene is well done."

Compared with the nervousness and excitement of the crew from the director to the temporary worker, Ye Cang, who was watching from behind the big rock, really seemed to be watching the drama through the screen, calm and relaxed.

He admired the scenes staged in the distance, feeling that this "Osiri" is worthy of being the most famous superstar in Interstellar, look at this aura——

Obviously, it was the feeling of ordinary people walking from a distance to the front of the group performers, but abruptly walking out of the Avenue of Stars.

As for the content of this performance... artistic creation, artistic creation!Don't worry too much.

"Humph."

Suddenly there was a cold snort in his ear, and Ye Cang turned around to find that Erga was very close to him, with a pair of scarlet eyes looking straight at him.

Only then did Ye Cang remember that there was still a big cat beside him that needed to be comforted: "Erga, if you feel bored, go back first... Remember to be quiet, and follow me when I'm done."

However, Erga did not respond for the first time. He glanced at the human race in the distance, sneered suddenly, and raised his hand.

"Wait, what do you want to do?" Ye Cang raised his voice subconsciously, then lowered it immediately, stopping the Red Dragon's movement with some headaches.

He is too familiar with Erga, if the sign of the hand falls, the power will not be inferior to the paw of the giant dragon returning to its body - the earth will shake and the mountains will shake.

Erga narrowed his eyes and replied confidently: "They are an eyesore."

I don't know why, although Ye Cang has always behaved normally, but the red dragon just feels uneasy in the dark, as if something is about to go out of control.

It felt as if a thief had broken into the lair guarded by a dragon, and the thief had been hovering like a fly, coveting the treasure he guarded.

The red dragon, who had always been unscrupulous, was extremely irritable for this, and now he was completely unable to restrain it. The power like a volcanic eruption desperately needed to be vented!

but……

Ega looked at Ye Cang's slightly frowned, suddenly chuckled, and leaned closer: "You can stop me, you can do it, my king."

—— Daily provocation (death) √

Ye Cang could feel the red dragon's hand being exerted slightly, and was about to break free from his shackles. He didn't even want to hold it tighter.

——The two dragon kings competed tacitly.

Since they are now hiding behind stones, there is actually very little room for movement.

The shouts of human activities can still be vaguely heard in the distance, but none of them has time to pay attention now.As the clasped hands exerted force on each other, the phalanges tensed, and invisible forces spread round after round in the wind.

As long as someone gets closer to this side, they will find that the surrounding wind has become crazy with that stone as the center.It seems that there are two parties manipulating them in a collision game, so fierce that it is almost about to catch fire.

This method of comparison has been around for a long time since ancient times, it is very simple but very effective, people generally call it——

Arm Wrestling.

When the red and gold dragons were "playing around" once a day, the shooting process of the people not far from the big rock was not smooth at this moment.

"—No, retake."

Clough looked at the picture just captured in the camera, and said decisively.

What he was referring to was the [Son of the Gods] that had just been performed, that is, the scene where the legendary king was born.

On the screen of the camera, there was also a picture of Osiri walking from a distance, which attracted everyone's attention and mighty power.

The core of this scene is to capture this "walking from far to near", to walk out of the shock of the son of the gods coming to the world.Then insert the expressions of the group performers, post-production special effects, and the job is basically over.

But obviously, Clough was not satisfied with Osiri's performance, and he didn't even need to consider it directly: "You are not the son of the gods I want."

Simple, clear, no room for negation.

Osiri frowned slightly upon hearing this.He is undoubtedly a person who is extremely demanding of himself. Clough's denial will not make him angry, but it makes him feel incomprehensibly confused.

So far, Osiri has taken over countless scripts and played countless roles.

——"Osiri standing in front of the camera is no longer Osiri, but the character who needs to be played by him in the play."

This assessment is not groundless.

Therefore, for the first time in his acting career, he was completely denied a role.

He pursed his lips, cracks finally appeared in his calm expression, showing a strange persistence: "Can I know, what's wrong with me?"

Clough's tone was firm: "You don't believe in the existence of that king, Osiri."

Osiri: "..."

Clough shook his head: "You don't even have a clear image in your mind, how can you act it out. What kind of person and what kind of existence is that king? If you can't bring it to life through imagination , then go and find one in reality.”

Looking for... in reality?

Osiri's rationality denied it without even thinking about it—impossible, how could there be such a person in reality, unless the king of people in the epic is resurrected, otherwise...

"boom!"

There was an earth-shattering loud noise.Together with the heart that was about to shake, everything was interrupted suddenly.

For a moment, thousands of people on the wasteland froze together, and then thousands of people clutched their chests in shock and looked at the source of the loud noise in unison.

In the eyes of everyone, there are broken stones all over the ground, and - a young man with golden eyes standing in the middle of the broken stones.

Ye Cang: "..."

...forced to appear on camera.

He didn't control his strength when wrestling his wrists, and the only stone that served as a shield jumped repeatedly on the verge of death, and was finally crushed to slag by the strength of Ye Cang and Erjia.

Ye Cang looked at the gravel under his feet, a certain contented red dragon was now buried in it.

The young man with golden eyes stood where he was, looked at the ground enviously, wondering if it was too late to bury himself in it now.

However, he looked up and saw thousands of eyes staring at him in the distance - it was probably too late.

The people on the opposite side probably didn't understand the situation, they stared at this side in a daze, and no one spoke in the whole world except for the sudden noise of the wind.

Ye Cang sighed helplessly. It was impossible for him to leave Erga and walk alone. Standing still was not an option, so he raised his foot and walked to the opposite side.

- This is not a long road.

Osiri looked at the young man who was getting closer. From the beginning, he could only see the blurred figure of the other party, but gradually he could clearly see his fluttering robe and bright pupils.

For some reason, the figure that had been glimpsed when he disembarked from the spaceship resurfaced in Osiri's mind again, causing a very strange feeling.

[Goshawk who has completed his mission leaves]

[In order to fulfill the wishes of the human race, the gods of heaven gathered in one place]

[They intended to create a unparalleled leader who is smart, brave, strong, and outstanding]

The familiar ancient characters that have been seen countless times suddenly appeared in Osiri's mind.

In the past countless nights, he has flipped through the pages of rubbing characters countless times, but he still doesn't understand the meaning.

But now, those characters seem to be broken and reorganized in his mind, turning them into words that he can understand one by one.Caught off guard, called him an epiphany.

[Until the appointed day, the gods personally send the children they poured with their blood to the world]

[Then those who were waiting in front of the temple saw the King whom they prayed for come out of the night]

In reality, the young man with fluttering clothes walks calmly on the barren land of Aju.

The storm roared and ran in every corner of the air. It was like a ferocious beast, unscrupulous and fierce.

However, when passing by Ye Cang, the ferocious beast immediately retracted its claws and fangs, gently rubbing against the corner of the clothes, never attacking at all.

Wherever the young man's gaze reaches, even the gloomy sky of the planet becomes gentle.

It was as if the god who bid farewell to his beloved son in the epic said when he leaned over and kissed the new king's brow: "My child, you are loved by God."

. . . he was loved by God.

The ancient epic and reality suddenly overlap.

As if a storm roared through his mind, Osiri unknowingly dilated his pupils, and something that he didn't even know was shattering.

——If you can’t bring it to life through imagination, then find one in reality.

Countless nights of flipping through scripts, he calmly and paranoidly searched for a figure among the unintelligible characters across a cold page.

But everything is illusory, a mirror image.

Until this moment, the fog that shrouded his mind was suddenly cleared away, and he conveyed one thing with unprecedented clarity.

——What he was looking for was this person!

Osiri raised his faintly trembling eyes, his expression was in a trance, and his mind was chaotic.He went to look at the man again, and the man was already in front of him.