Although the crest of the giant has been broken into countless pieces, it is still possible to combine them into a complete form in the brain with experience. Centered on a regular golden sphere, the emblem radiates twelve needle-like rays of light around it, like the image of the sun.

If Curt were to pick out something similar to it from memory, the only answer he could give would be undoubtedly the one symbolized by the sun of the Church of Wigginas. The similarity is almost eighty percent, and if there is one big difference, I am afraid that this emblem is much more ornate than the Sun Sacred Emblem.

A large number of curves are used to depict a smooth swirl shape, forming a pattern similar to clouds. They are covered in a net over the broken Sun Emblem, as if they are trying to cover the radiant sun. But their efforts were in vain, and the daylight that pierced through the phantom mercilessly pierced through all the cloud-like lines, like the structure of a sharp needle, tearing through the weak wrap with ease.

"Didn't you say that this might have something to do with the Wickinas sect, and it looks like I have to apologize for my flippant rejection of your views. ”

Without the slightest hint of apology, Lizzie spoke lightly as she slowly approached the giant's statue, "Looking at this thing, I can't deny that those gods have nothing to do with this place - at least it can prove that the Wigginas sect has something to do with the giants here." ”

She stood beneath the tallest statue of the giant, reaching out and gently caressing the Sun Emblem that had shattered into countless fragments. Beneath the giant's massive body, she was the size of a worm. Even the toes of the statue's boots may have been a little taller than hers.

The golden "sun" seems to be made of some kind of special metal, and when touched, you can feel the warmth of the warm sun. But it is by no means the source of the "daylight" that fills the space, and they have been completely reduced to pieces, and they may not even have the slightest bit of magic that they once possessed.

The embers of magic could be felt inside the metal shell, but the burned scum might not be enough to cast even the most basic spells - even so, it was the most magical creature it had ever been in this world.

Maybe it's because there isn't much magic in this world, or maybe it's because the magic in all things has dissipated with the withering of their lives. There is an extreme lack of magic in the air - this is not only a lifeless wasteland, but also a desert of magic.

If nothing happens, Curt and Lizzie should have taken its place by now. In this deserted city, the magic of the two of them shines like torches, if there really is something hidden under the ruins waiting to move. These magic powers are the most obvious targets.

It's just that no one has attacked them so far. The glimmer of the "torch" also seems to be meaningless. At least there was no sign of life in the sensing range, and the giants that stood around were nothing more than stones, showing no signs of movement.

Lizzie's fingers ran along the cracks in the emblem, the magic that flowed out left a trail on the shards. In the blink of an eye. The piles of fragments immediately flashed in different shades of brilliance – different shades correspondingly to different borders. It is undoubtedly showing the relationship between them.

"It looks like this emblem used to be a single piece. Later, after someone broke it, these materials were spliced together as part of the statue's pedestal. Lizzie raised an eyebrow, then turned to look at Curt. "But even if this is really a representative of the Wickinas Sect, look at it as it is...... I'm afraid that these giants are not very fond of this sect, and it is possible that they are deeply hostile to them. ”

Otherwise, they would not have allowed this giant to step on their emblem - which would undoubtedly be the greatest blasphemy in the eyes of any sect. Perhaps even in the legendary narrative poems about the "City of a Thousand Pillars", those who have sinned deeply do not act so harshly.

She looked up at the path behind the statue, several white staircases that spread upwards connected to the platform above. In contrast to the gray and white wasteland, the interior of the tower is covered with green plants, which are scattered all over the stone, creating a slightly "normal" appearance.

However, there is still not the slightest breath of life here. The green plants in front of me were still swaying gently, and the rustle of the leaves could still be heard...... But they are like phantoms, just in front of them, without the slightest sense of reality.

It seems close at hand, but it seems to be out of reach.

Seeing this, Curt reached out with some curiosity, trying to touch the moss covering the base of the stone tablet beside him. But what unfolded next was beyond his expectations—the moment his finger touched the green moss, the emerald green ornaments were immediately stripped of their color.

Like ink seeping into the white paper, based on the point that Curt touched, the monotonous gray and white Xun began to spread in all directions. The leaves containing the moisture turned to dry and dead ash in the blink of an eye, and in a moment, even the stone tablets that clinged to them were painted a gray-black color.

Rustling......

As if the dry flowers and plants were rubbed against the trivial sounds, the moss marks that adhered to the surface of the stone monument immediately turned into scattered dust because of the drying. The smooth surface of the stele was stained a cloudy black, and there were faint cracks on its surface.

"What's going on?"

He took a half-step back in surprise, staring inexplicably at the fingers that touched the moss, and a little faint ash remained on the fingertips. Turning his head to look around, he was exactly the same as when he came, and he couldn't see the slightest change—only the stone monument, which had all turned black, stood abruptly in front of him.

If you look closely, you can see that there are countless small cracks spreading on the stone tablet, and in just a few breaths, they are connected into many large and small cracked gaps. The huge stele swayed slightly, almost like a block of ice being struck by countless small hammers.

"What's the matter, isn't it because you touched the place where you shouldn't have made a gap in the magic condensed in the stele?" Lizzie tapped lightly on the base of the giant statue, but nothing changed there, "but that's fine, at least we can see what this 'stele' really looks like...... In a sense, you're doing a pretty good job?"

After speaking, she shook her finger and pointed to the stele that had been blackened by Curt, and motioned Curt to look at it herself, and in the short time that the two had talked, the stele had changed a lot.

Right in front of the eyes of the two of them, the original smooth surface of the stele peeled off little by little in the form of a spider web. The crack, which had been insignificant, had now expanded to occupy almost all of the stele, and the pitch-black fragments that fell from around the rift piled up on the stele, leaving a circle of gray dust on the ground.

Curt had become accustomed to Lizzie's mocking tone, so he could quickly pick up the key words from her somewhat snarky tone. Now this is the unsightly appearance, perhaps the stele in a tower that has been in the dust for many years should look like - dilapidated and scarred.

Far from the glossy appearance he had just seen, the towering stele shrank a full circle at this time, and after the smooth surface was peeled off, all that remained was a large piece of uneven black stone. The qiē carved on it has been weathered, and even the most basic patterns cannot be seen clearly.

"Ho...... Is this what the so-called 'real' looks like?"

Curt exhaled softly, stared at the stone tablet that was still gradually disintegrating, and said, "If it is really like this, then it should not be much different around, right? In other words...... What unfolds before us now is nothing more than a phantom of the past. ”

The rustling grew louder and louder, gradually morphing into a crisp cracking sound, and as the sound expanded, the debris that fell to the ground changed from dust-thin crumbs to egg-sized lumps. The stones look somewhat obsidian-like and are filled with glass-like textures.

"Lizzie, look up there, there...... Like a human?"

The stele swayed, the crumbling fragments expanding to the size of an arm, and looking up, a gray crystal loomed in the widening cracks. Translucent crystals emitted a gray glow that radiated through the cracks in the stele.

On closer inspection, the pyramid-shaped grey crystal, the size of a water tank, was a container—a container that contained the remains of a human corpse. The locked human body was shattered, and there were still traces of smoke and fire on the wreckage...... It looks like a criminal who has just been executed by torture.

"That's an exaggeration...... "Catching a glimpse of the corpse, even Lizzie couldn't help but wonder, "What is the person who made this thing trying to do?"

She walked three steps and two steps to Curt's side, then jumped on Curt's shoulder, using him as a "ladder" to observe the dead body enclosed in the gray crystal.

His torn remains were inlaid with many spikes of the same color as crystal, both those left behind while he was alive and many after his death. A silver metal cone pierced his throat - through his mouth, through his neck and out of the back of his head.

Just seeing it can make you feel pain...... This senseless "art" of killing, even as a punishment, can only be unpleasant.

Strangely, the people who killed him were almost as if they were afraid that he would suddenly come back to life and find a way to escape from the crystal. Inside the gray crystal, several chains bound him, metal the thickness of a human arm, pierced the torn corpse, binding it inside.

"That's a good question, but who else knows?"

Just as the two of them were concentrating on the gray crystal, a crisp voice came from above the tower, and it was gently conveyed to their ears. The person who spoke seemed to want to answer Lizzie's question because of her exclamation, but the nerves in both of them couldn't help but tense up. (To be continued!)

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