I Am God!

Chapter 60 The True Cup of God

Dreamy starlight continuously spread from Polo's body, and a door opened by countless fluorescent lights swallowed Polo and the entire Sun Cup Garden.

Polo floated up little by little with the star in his arms, and slowly rotated in mid-air, setting off layers of ripples and waves.

In that scene, it was as if the sea of stars and the Milky Way were surrounding them.

finally.

The Polo and the stars dissipated little by little in the halo and turned into stars,

Tito chased after him holding his bone plate of "Hindsay Epic", staring at the high sky in a dazed manner.

Whispered and said.

"Queen of the Stars."

"Lord Polo."

There was nothing on the ground, and the bright garden disappeared along with the queen and the envoy.

In the air, faintly echoed Polo's last sigh,

"pity!"

"I didn't get to see God for the last time."

"I'm sorry... God... Polo still can't travel with you in the end."

As Po Luo Xing said, he will bring Xing into an eternal dream.

There they will be forever companions.

Tito stared blankly at the sky, watching the brilliance dissipate little by little, but at the same time a stream of golden light fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

He cast his eyes on the ground, knelt on the ground and slowly picked up the thing.

"This is!"

"God's Cup?"

Polo's body and all his strength condensed together, turning into a starry golden cup of God.

There are dreamy patterns on it, the imprint 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 the dream, and it is the supreme force of the power of the dream.

Tito held the cup and looked inside, starlight rippling in the cup.

He saw the shadows of the Queen of Stars and the envoy Polo, they turned into stars and entangled with the sun, shuttling through the endless sea of sun cup flowers.

Then he saw grand or magnificent dreams one after another, born and disillusioned in the golden cup of God.

at last.

The light faded away.

The golden Cup of God climbed up a little bit of rust, and turned into a vicissitudes of life.

If it weren't for the miraculous power that was just displayed, no one would be able to see what it was.

But Tito vaguely understood what he was holding in his hand.

It is similar to the legendary mother of life, Sally, the mother of all things, and the wisdom crown of the king of wisdom, Laidlich.

This is one piece.

The supreme artifact.

The poet's hand holding the Cup of God suddenly trembled violently, and he even felt that touching this object with his hands was a kind of profanation to it.

He held the cup of the gods high above his head.

"Lord Polo."

"Is this your gift to the gods?"

"How can I offer you this supreme fetish? Can I really...can do what you said?"

The flowers called the cup of the sun are called the cup of the gods by the three leaf people, but in fact they are not worthy of this name.

And as the ruler of all sun cups, the supreme thing of dream power, it is an artifact condensed by Polo himself.

that's.

A true cup of the gods.

Tito carefully put away the Cup of God. At this moment, countless emotions were surging in his heart.

He felt that he couldn't even speak, and could only describe it in words.

The poet Tito picked up the jade-like stone carving knife and carved the last chapter of Hiinsey's epic poem on the bone plate.

[The shining stars are extinguished with the passing of the queen, and the fairy born in the dream also ends because of the shattering of the dream. 】

[The kings of all dynasties have been buried under the dust with time, and the inheritance of Heinsay continues. 】

[However, the epic is no longer, and the myth is lost in time. 】

[Only. 】

[Faith lasts forever. 】

The story of the messenger of the gods and the queen of the stars.

it's over.

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Sky Temple.

City of servants.

The poet Tito returns with his great poem, and the queen opens the way to the temple to him.

In the tall and majestic palace, he prostrated himself on the ground in front of the eyes of many priests of the Star Luo Kingdom, and held up the "Hinsay Epic" carved on stone slabs.

"To Her Majesty the Queen."

"willing!"

"The inheritance of Xiyin Sai is immortal, and may the faith of God Yin Sai last forever."

The young incumbent queen was sitting on the throne. After reading the poems on the slate, she showed a shocked expression.

Even the third-generation queen of the Xingluo Kingdom, who was born in the Xilun family, only passed on word of mouth, and vaguely knew the story about Xiyin Sai.

This was the first time she had seen such a complete Hinsay epic, so real and detailed.

Among them is the frightening fatalism, the will of God that overrides everything.

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 punished by heaven, and the figures of kings, ministers, priests, and angels alternately reincarnate.

Characters one after another converge into an epic chapter.

"It's really a great poem. They say you traveled all over the four countries to complete this book."

Tito replied modestly: "Only by witnessing the footprints of the kings can the real history be described."

The Queen asked curiously, "I heard."

"You also met the Queen of the Stars and His Royal Highness Polo, the Envoy of God."

Tito didn't hide it: "I did see the Star Queen and the Angel."

The queen immediately stood up: "How are they...?"

Tito knelt on the ground and said.

"His Majesty!"

"The stars are annihilated, but the dream lives forever."

In the palace, there was a moment of silence.

Tito, who completed the "Hinsay Epic", became the hottest thing in the city of servants of the gods, and countless people sang his poems.

The nobles of the Star Luo Kingdom were proud to invite him to the banquet, and the priests came to ask for his works one after another.

His name spread to other kingdoms from the Star Luo Kingdom, nobles and even kings from other kingdoms sent invitations for him to visit their kingdoms.

He surpassed his father and grandfather as much as he had hoped, and became a famous poet.

However.

All this does not make him feel satisfied.

Tito stood on the steps of the Sky Temple, 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 enjoys glory that he has never felt before.

But he can only call it success, not greatness.

he.

Want to be a great poet.

The words of the envoy Polo echoed in Tito's ears again.