Curt runs on the avenue of the ruined capital with Liqi on his back, and the qiē he sees along the way seems to form an apocalyptic landscape in front of his eyes. *

The gray cubes that inhabited the inhabitants have long since crumbled, and the trade area, once full of passers-by, is now reduced to cracked stone slabs and crystallized materials. The stone pillars that lined up at both ends of the avenue were almost all broken and fell sideways on the side of the road, and only a few remained alone in place.

The feeble moonlight cast onto the decaying earth, gilding a qiē with its bright red color, just like the blood and tears that flowed from the eyes of the dead. The mist rising from the shore of the lake not far away seemed to drift nearby, and the smell of rusty metal could be smelled in the air.

It was as if a cold wind from the underworld swept across the land, making the dust that had accumulated on the remains tremble. As the cold wind raged relentlessly, there was an intermittent cry of dying in the corner of the ruined capital—nothing more than an echo in the air. Behind the ruins and ruins of the streets, the light and shadow outline the face of a piece of paper distorted by pain, but they are only shadows playing tricks after all.

All of them have been completely destroyed, and the creations carefully constructed by the former inhabitants have been eroded by the wind of time, and I am afraid that even the soul of the last deceased has died. The sprawling city resembles a scar that is still festering, left behind on the corpse of this dead world.

Only the dry bones of civilization remained in the gray dust, but the few wrecks that remained were so large that Curt could hardly imagine what it was like in its heyday. The inhabitants of this city probably have a similar physique, which is why such a magnificent city was built here.

Especially the tall stone towers that rise from the ground. Each one is a landmark.

"The great city of Cappelatis, the most glorious and glorious abode of kings. Curt remembered the words in the Canon of Wigienas describing the City of a Thousand Pillars, and whispered as he leaped. "The giants bowed to the king's command and built the Thousand Stone Towers to sing the praises of the great king. ”

The Cult of Wigienas is different from the Sect of the Holy Bishop of the One God, which is centered on the worship of the sun, and under the sun god as the supreme god, there are many subordinate gods who manage other affairs, so there are many contradictions between the secondary gods in mythology that affect the existence of mortals.

But Cappelatis, known as the "City of a Thousand Pillars", was not destroyed by a dispute with the lesser gods, but was reduced to ashes by the wrath of the sun god.

According to the long narrative poem, that country was the most prosperous country in the world at that time. Every corner of Cappelatis, the capital of a thousand pillars, is a testament to the country's wealth and strength. Bricks carved in gold cover the streets, and fragrant emulsions flow from the springs...... I am afraid that every beautiful word that one can think of will be used by the person who wrote that narrative poem to describe that city.

In the words of those verses, it was the city that prospered to that point because it had received the infinite duality of the sun god. But the inhabitants who live in it do not have the slightest sense of price as they should be. Not only did they worship evil "false gods", but the king also tried to show his majesty by erecting towering black towers, so that those who would not obey him would have to kneel on the ground and worship him as a god.

And so the divine punishment came - the tower of the king's power became a sign to attract demons, and monsters from other worlds appeared in the capital one after another.

The glory of majesty faded overnight. The greatest capital was also captured by the enemy. Almost in the blink of an eye. All the gold has been turned into worthless stones, and the once-fragrant spring water has been turned into a foul-smelling poison...... Even the inhabitants of the city disappeared one by one.

"It's ridiculous. ”

Liqi, who was carried on her back, said funny, but there was no smile in her tone: "First describe a place as beautiful and prosperous, and then use the hand of 'God' to turn it into ashes...... Isn't this the favorite move of those god sticks, it's just the difference between which god you offend? If you want me to say that if there really are these 'gods', then all the 'infidels' will be reduced to pieces. ”

Curt didn't care about the religion of these people, but if there was a religion that could destroy all those who didn't believe. There are not so many types of religions in the world. If you think about it, the verses of the narrative poem are exactly what Lizzie says. The description of the city is exaggerated and does not feel any sense of reality at all - perhaps the event itself was just a natural disaster, and most of the unsuspecting residents died, and the rest fled the city.

So why did the original occupants of this city disappear, and if it was also due to force majeure, I don't know if they believed in the scene after their death.

Humans and other civilizations have imagined the world after their "demise", and there are even some religions. They used the post-apocalyptic world as the main point of their mission, preaching that only those who believed in the gods of their own sect could be redeemed in the end.

This is the so-called "end-of-the-world" existence - it is obviously a panic-producing existence, but this strange idea has never disappeared. Fear stems from the unknown, and it is precisely because human beings are afraid of the future that they know nothing about it that they try to understand it in their own way, so this behavior may be the cause of terminology.

How many times has Curt remembered that the world has experienced the "end times"? Since a long time ago, every once in a while, some self-proclaimed prophet maniacs would make some baseless remarks such as "the end of the world will be born in what year, month, and day."

In these prophecies of "the end of the world", the world has been ruined by their different methods. What's even more frustrating is that after every "prophecy" is subverted by facts, it won't be long before someone else comes out to express their latest appearance.

Sometimes Curt wants to admire the imagination of those guys, and if the wizards of the Prophecy School had invested their energies in more important things, there would have been no more than these nonsense nonsense. But they were like they were being controlled by spiritual spells, and they couldn't communicate with words.

However, no matter how much the religious scholars of any sect or the prophets represented by astrologers made a lot of hype, the world in which the two lived never came to an end. There was no demon king falling from the sky, and there was no huge meteorite that smashed into the ground...... Nothing brings the end times.

Perhaps for some people who are dissatisfied with their lives, it is very attractive to "reset" the whole world. But in any case, as long as life continues, life must continue, although there will be ups and downs in the ordinary, but it will not face the end without reason.

In terms of personal feelings, Curt himself is quite disgusted with complaining because he doesn't go well. Although there are many difficulties, the most important thing has not been taken away - since "life" itself is still in the hands, everything can be changed.

self-abandonment, even wishing for the end...... There simply couldn't be a more stupid idea. Perhaps it was because of this thought that he felt even more that the "end-of-the-day" from the lips of those who claimed to be prophets were nonsense, and that they did not deserve superfluous attention at all.

However, the wasteland here gave him some indescribable feelings, if there really is a so-called "doomsday", then no matter who does anything, it will not matter. It is not a disaster that endangers a group of people or a region, but a catastrophe that can destroy everything in the world.

"It may be that the world has been ruined countless times, but there are always some 'heroes' who save it from danger in corners we don't know. Curt remembers what Lizzie had said a few years ago, when she seemed to be still indulging in popular fiction.

Indeed, there are extraordinary beings in the world who have reached an inhuman strength in the flesh, capable of opposing dozens or even hundreds of enemies by themselves. Different races will call them by different names, and the humans will call them "heroes" for their great deeds.

Curt hadn't dealt with anyone of the "Hero" level in the past, so he didn't have a clear idea of the Chosen One. But if someone asks him if he thinks heroes can prevent the crisis that will destroy the world, he will definitely not hesitate to give a negative answer.

The wasteland in front of us may be the best proof that if you are facing a crisis of the scale of the "world", no matter how strong the power of the individual is, it will be futile after all. No-no - no hero can successfully defeat the monsters that everyone calls a scourge alone.

Death and despair...... Not even these will be left, only the endless emptiness will remain in front of you, and every qiē will dissipate in the long-standing cold. The wreckage in front of me may be the last remnant of this ancient city, and if it weren't for its size, it would have been buried in ashes long ago.

The scrap heap that you passed not long ago appears to be the ruins of a bazaar. The cracked wood and weaving had all been reduced to scattered crystals, and the stone that had framed the side walls had barely been outlined—no doubt destroyed by the city-wide disaster.

Looking through the thick pile of ashes, there seemed to be several distinctive crystalline pieces in the pile of wreckage, reflecting a beautiful brilliance in the moonlight. The size alone was past Curt's head, and he didn't know what it was before it was transformed.

"No need to look at it, there doesn't feel like there's any magic on those things...... Crystals without magic are just decorations, to put it bluntly. Lizzie glanced at the large crystals, then waved her hand impatiently, "Hurry up, you're almost to the central tower." ”

Looking up, the tall black tower towers over the hillside at the end of the street. If you're a resident of this area, it's true that it won't take long to reach the bottom of the central tower—but for the two of you, there's still a long way to go. (To be continued!)

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