Fantasy starlight continued to spread from Polo's body, and a door opened by countless fluorescent lights swallowed Polo and the entire Sun Cup Garden.
Polo held the star and floated up little by little, slowly rotating in the mid-air, causing ripples and waves.
The scene was like the sea of stars and the Milky Way surrounding them.
finally.
Polo and the stars dissipated little by little in the halo, turning into starlight,
Tito held up his bone plate of "The Epic of Hinsey" and chased after him, staring blankly at the sky above.
murmured.
“Queen of the Stars.”
“Lord Polo.”
There was a void above the ground, and the splendid garden disappeared together with the queen and the angel.
In the air, Polo's last sigh echoed faintly,
"pity!"
“I couldn’t see God for the last time.”
"I'm sorry... God... Polo can't travel with you in the end."
Just like what Polo Star said, he will take the star and fall into an eternal dream.
There, they will be companions forever.
Tito stared blankly at the sky, watching the light dissipate little by little, but at the same time, a golden stream of light fell from the sky and landed in front of him.
He turned his gaze to the ground, knelt on the ground and slowly picked up the thing.
"This is!"
“The Cup of God?”
Polo's body and all the power condensed together and turned into a starry golden cup of God.
There are dreamy patterns on it, and the marks of the sun and stars.
The Cup of God carries the concept of dreams and the core coordinates of all dream powers.
It is the foundation of dreams and the supreme power of dreams.
Tito held the cup and looked inside. The cup was filled with starlight.
He saw the shadows of the Queen of Stars and the Divine Envoy Polo. They turned into stars and became entangled with the sun, traveling through the endless sea of Sun Cup flowers.
Then he saw one grand or magnificent dream after another, derived and disillusioned in the golden cup of God.
at last.
The light converges and goes away.
The golden cup of God gradually became stained with rust, turning it into a worn-out object.
If it weren’t for the miraculous power just demonstrated, no one would be able to see what this is.
Tito vaguely understood what he was holding in his hand.
That is something similar to the legendary mother conch of all things Sally, the mother of life, and the wisdom crown of Lederiki, the king of wisdom.
This is one thing.
The supreme artifact.
The poet's hand holding the Cup of God suddenly trembled violently, and he even felt that touching the object with his hand was a kind of blasphemy.
He raised the cup of God high above his head.
“Lord Polo.”
“Is this your gift to the gods?”
"How am I worthy to offer you this supreme divine object? Can I really...be able to do what you say?"
The flowers called Cups of the Sun are called Cups of God by the Trileaf people, but in fact they are not worthy of this name.
As the master of all sun cups, the supreme object of dream power, it is an artifact condensed by Polo himself.
that's.
The true cup of God.
Tito carefully put away the Cup of God. Countless emotions were surging in his heart at this moment.
He felt that he could not even speak, so he could only describe it in words.
Poet Tito picked up a jade-like stone carving knife and carved the last chapter of the Hinsa epic on a bone plate.
【The shining stars are extinguished with the passing of the queen, and the fairies born in dreams also end because of the destruction of their dreams.】
【Kings of all generations have been buried under the dust with time, but the inheritance of Xiinsai still continues.】
【However, the epic is no more, and the myth is also lost in time.】
【Only.】
【Faith lasts forever.】
The story of the Messenger of God and the Queen of Stars.
it's over.
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Sky Temple.
City of Servants of God.
The poet Tito returned with his great poems, and the Queen opened the way to the temple to him.
In the tall and majestic palace, in the sight of many priests of the Star Luo Kingdom, he prostrated on the ground and held up the "Epic of Xiinsai" carved on stone slabs.
“To Her Majesty the Queen.”
“Wish!”
“The inheritance of Xinsai will never be destroyed, and may the faith of God Yinsai last forever.”
The young current queen was sitting on the throne. After reading the poem on the stone tablet, she showed a shocked expression.
Even the third-generation Queen of the Star Luo Kingdom, who was born in the Silen family, only vaguely knew the story about Xiinsai through word of mouth.
This is the first time she has seen such a complete Xiinsai epic, so real and detailed.
There is a frightening fatalism in it, the overriding will of God.
There is the desire for power, the greed of original sin, but also piety and faith.
There is a collision between the supreme king of wisdom and the craftsman leader who was punished by heaven. The figures of the king, powerful ministers, priests and divine envoys are intertwined and reincarnated.
Characters one after another, gathered into an epic chapter.
“It’s really a great poem. They say that you traveled all over the four countries to complete this work.”
Tito replied humbly: "Only by witnessing the footsteps of the kings can we describe the true history."
The queen asked curiously: "Heard."
“You also met the Queen of Stars and His Highness Polo, the Messenger of God.”
Tito did not hide it: "I did see the Queen of Stars and the Messenger of God."
The queen stood up immediately: "How are they...?"
Tito knelt on the ground and said.
“Your Majesty!”
“The stars are annihilated, but dreams remain forever.”
In the palace, there was silence for a moment.
Tito, who completed the "Epic of Hinsa", became a hot object in the city of servants of God, and countless people sang his poems.
The nobles of the Xingluo Kingdom were proud to invite him to the banquet, and priests came to ask for his works.
His name spread throughout the Star Luo Kingdom and reached other kingdoms. Nobles and even kings from other kingdoms sent invitations hoping that he would visit their countries as a guest.
He became what he had hoped to be, surpassing his father and grandfather and becoming a famous poet.
However.
All this did not make him feel satisfied.
Tito stood on the steps of the Temple of the Sky, looking at the sea of clouds and the whole world.
He asked himself.
“Tito.”
“You have been so successful, why do you still feel empty inside?”
He has been successful enough, and he has enjoyed a glory that he has never felt before.
But he can only call it success, not greatness.
he.
Want to be a great poet.
Tito’s ears once again echoed the words of the divine messenger Polo.
“Tito.”
“Go and find the legendary paradise promised by God. The things I left behind will guide you in the direction to the kingdom of God.”
“Go to the Pyramid Temple and see the eternal Insai.”
The wind suddenly rose, blowing the fire in Tito's heart again.
The flames keep rising and can no longer be stopped.
Tito suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the City of God's Descendant.
His eyes passed through mountains, lakes, deserts, and across the boundless ocean.
I saw the land of gods full of flowers of the sun.
“I want to write a greater epic.”
“That’s not right!”
“It’s a myth!”
“The name is——”
Tito’s eyes seemed to have fire and light: “Hymn to the King of Wisdom.”