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The setting sun was like blood, and the broken ruins stretched across the land, like the corpse of a giant.

The setting sun reflected at this time is the bloodstain of the giant's withered death.

Facing the last ray of orange sunlight, the man knelt down slowly, and knelt down in the shadow cast by the tall stone monument. He was one step ahead of the world into the twilight.

The man was wearing thick and sophisticated armor, with a helmet placed beside him, his head drooping slightly, and he whispered.

"I, the last warrior in the holy city, will mark the real history for the world at this moment."

In the depths of the man's pupils, there seemed to be a whirlpool, and in the depths of the whirlpool was the battlefield between the ancestors. It was the most brilliant scene he had witnessed before he woke up.The entire sky burned, turning into a sword in the creature's hand.

The blade of the sword fell, cut through everything, and wiped out everything in the holy city, the ancestors, into the night, and could no longer see the light.

But soon, his gaze became lifeless, as if something was manipulating him, pulling him forward, stroking the dark stone tablet that stood in the ruins of the holy city at some point.He is a warrior loyal to his ancestors and the guardian of the holy city. He is familiar with every plant and tree in the holy city. In his memory, there is no such stone tablet in the holy city.It's just that he woke up, and the stele appeared here, as if waiting.

Waiting for him... this moment.

With the touch of his palm, the surface of the stele trembled and a warm current appeared.The man was stating that a string of words started to light up from the top of the stele, and the night covered the earth, and these words that symbolized history lit up from the dark night, shining brightly.

"The ancestor I served, the lord of all the spirits in the holy city, Di Mingshe went crazy for killing the lord." He opened his mouth, and the outrageous words came out of his mouth indifferently.

He is still stating.

"A long time ago."

"Those priests with extraordinary perception can perceive the state of ancestors. When they obtained the third bone statue, it was when ancestors were strongest and when they were weakest. Lost on the road." The man's voice was extremely heavy, so heavy that it was powerful, as if he was speaking a predestined motto.

These are not words a warrior would say at all.

The warriors killed by Diming will not be like this, even if the ancestors have come to the end, his warriors will still fall in with their ancestors, and eternal doom is nothing to them, just like the final ending, The holy city and all the spirits were killed by Diming, and they all disappeared in the dusk. The spirits had no complaints about the death caused by their ancestors.

The man also didn't expect that such words would come out of his mouth, but those words like a wise man and a philosopher continued to speak calmly.

His words were engraved on the stone tablet, which lit up as a twilight light in the night, illuminating the man's face.

The man's expression at this moment is so solemn, yet so indifferent.

"Since Diming extravagantly sacrificed the original substance of the world to Tianyang, he began the process of falling into madness. Zu can control everything on the earth, but in Gousuo, he can only control everything on the earth. It’s not something he can achieve. Those creatures born in the ancient times are like this, and so are the future generations who pray for the star road.”

"He is indeed strong, won the war, and won the crown that the world gave him. He was delighted with the victory, the crown and the status, but he forgot that everything about him was given by the world. Even the power to win the crown, They are all easy to obtain with the original material. The ancient gods of this world lost the war, and lost to a junior who rose up in the future. The world sees it, and He...has no feeling about it."

"After all, there will always be creatures who will win, and it won't always be him."

"But Gou Shuo never expected that the world would start to weaken, and the world would lose the qualification to play chess. Regarding this, He... is still silent."

"The world should thank a certain majesty of Tianyang, he brought food to Gou Shuo, so that Gou Shuo can seize... a little chance again."

The man sighed softly, and the sigh seemed to be mixed with the ancient desolation of thousands of years.

"That opportunity is in front of us, and it has been left for a long time. During this period of time, there will always be a few powerful creatures passing by the edge of the world who can defeat Diming Shesha. Gou Shuo didn't want to struggle anymore. If the child grows up enough to break free from the cradle , then break free, even if the cradle is shattered, it doesn’t matter. But Gou Shuo saw him, is it one of his colors? It’s so warm.”

"Just as they once came and gave life to this world, even if it was just a passing journey, the world still remembers it."

"So, when he came near, the world... changed its mind."

"I still don't know the life of that noble being, so I can only narrate it to leave this correct and unchangeable history." The man paused, "Do you feel the time disorder, since he was dragged down?" Star Road, falling into this world and beginning, the torrent of time is scouring, making history blurred? Since the world cannot leave his appearance and time, let's record it in the oldest way."

"It turns out that there are really living beings who just exist, and can they affect a period of history?" Inexplicably, the man asked, not knowing who he was asking.

More and more words lit up on the stone tablet, and the man's face against it became clearer and clearer.

The night seemed to recede on his face.

"Zu is not without weaknesses, just like the strength that overwhelms the sea, he cares about his ethnic group, he feels sad for his ethnic group. Therefore, for the greatness of the ethnic group, he will knock down the road on the edge of the world, let the colors of the starry sky fall into Human world. Just like that Diming extravagant killing, his crown gave him the meaning of being completely lost, and he lost the most important rationality and wisdom of his ancestors. He challenged like an invincible existence. Is this a challenge? I think so, this To challenge his own loss."

"I hope to touch the starry sky and embark on the ancient road of pilgrimage, but unfortunately, Di Ming is not qualified to kill extravagantly after all."

"But the world still regards him as his own child. Since he can't reach the starry sky, he will take the starry sky down for you to see."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and gently lowered the palm that was touching the stele.

"A child's ambition is buried under the twilight."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head for the first time, and the light of the inscription on the stone tablet instantly lit up his face.

A vicissitudes of life, Kong Wu's powerful face, does not seem to be anything special.The man stared at the stele, reading it from top to bottom, and finally, his eyes stopped at the end of the text.

There were words he hadn't said.

"I want to see his appearance under the darkness of the starry sky, is it like the original one?"

The light that illuminated the man dimmed, and it was the stele that was disappearing.

The light was drawn away, and his expression was slowly freezing. When the stele completely disappeared, what stood in front of him was nothing but a ruined wall.

The man closed his eyes and sank his head against the residual wall, like a sleeping person. The armor rubbed against the stone wall, making a dull grinding sound.

Everything is quiet under the night.

But in the distance, beams of light shot up into the sky, and under each beam of light was a sleeping figure, including the thin girl on the coast of Tianyun Sea.Where the beams of light gather, the giant tree stretches its branches and leaves, breaks through the sky, and the jade plaque resounds.

Sitting on the top of a tree, Li Xi'an watched souls with flashing fragments of memory one after another in his eyes. He was trying to piece together the appearance of that battlefield, the battlefield where the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, where silver spears stood.

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