"Buzz"

The star gate underground of Dream Company headquarters reopened, and the old prophet holding the steel scepter stepped out of the shining light. In front of him were Liu Hui and Mike.

He first bowed to Liu Hui and said the first thing he said was:

“We bring back victory and glory to God.”

This made Liu Hui grin. She glanced at Mike beside her. The young artist nodded to her boss with confidence, so the silly monster also pretended to cough.

She elongated her voice and said to the old Spartan prophet in front of her:

"God has foresaw your victory, and therefore generously prepared a new home for you. Just there, through that door, you will see the promised land of the Spartans in the Second Age after dusk!"

Hearing this, the old prophet was immediately excited.

He looked at the direction Liu Hui's claws pointed at, and there was a more sacred moving talisman shining, which was a flash of streamer tunnel smaller than the Star Gate.

It emits a warm golden light around it, and it also lingers with light gauze, exudes a mysterious temperament that is chasing.

The scene on the other side is reflected in the light.

It was an island presented in a blue sea, with green trees, slanted sunlight, and clouds and mists. You can vaguely see a city on the top of the mountain.

Behind the old prophet, the soldiers of the Spartan Order also walked out of the star gate one after another, and the purification procedure was restarted. The members of the Mano tribe who were escorted by them also received some purifications they had received before.

There are many people in that tribe, with more than a thousand people.

It will take a long time to purify it.

However, under Liu Hui's instructions, the old prophet did not take these prisoners to stay at the underground base for too long, but instead sent them directly to Utopian Island in the Pacific by moving the magic talisman.

There is a larger capacity purification place available.

"Swish"

The old prophet was the first to step over the movement talisman and appeared on the utopian land in a faint dizziness.

What caught his eye was a huge platform built on the top of the mountain, paved with white jade, the ground was flat and the atmosphere, and there were huge sculptures standing on both sides.

Those sculptures are made of the demeanor of the gods that were "cut" from the temple murals of the First Era.

The magnified and made in the stone carving workshop in the wasteland, and sent it to the Moshuang Mountain in the Kumu Realm to make spirit stone figurines using secret methods.

Each one is vivid, more than ten meters high, and its shape and appearance are very similar to those of these Spartans. They also maintain the majesty of fighting in the Battle of Ragnarok, which is daunting.

The old prophet leaned on a scepter and looked at several sculptures on both sides of the platform. In his astonished gaze, the sculptures seemed to have noticed his arrival.

As their heads moved, pairs of eyes that seemed like gods fell on the old prophet.

It seems that the gods who had finally fallen in the first era have been resurrected again and are examining their descendants who survived in the second era.

Their demeanor is changing.

As the old prophet's body trembling, the spirit stone figurines raised their arms one after another, as if they were invited to go to the top of a higher mountain.

After the old prophet, the Spartan warriors who came here were even more in awe.

They witnessed the huge rock moving like a human, and saw the faces of the sculptures of the gods. No one made a sound. They stood on this platform, chanting the praises they had just learned here with their faith surging in their hearts.

Even the disabled people of the Mano tribe who were escorted here were staring at the scene in front of them.

At this moment, the ignorant heart seemed to be illuminated by the light of faith again. Without the need for others to command, these disabled people who were still wearing animal skin baskets were half kneeling on the ground without any instruction.

In poor language, they confessed their original sin to the long-dead gods.

The legend about Ragnarokia has long been spread throughout the dead world. Each of these traitors who are struggling to live knows the legend about the mortal era of the Second Era.

They just searched in the dark for too long and abandoned hope in despair.

But now, new hope is in front of you.

"Go up! Why are you staying here?"

Liu Hui and Mike also moved the talisman and came to Utopia Island. When the foolish monsters came over and saw that these Spartans seemed to be frightened and did not move towards the road flowing out of the center of the sculpture.

It seems to be afraid of rushing into the dignity of the gods.

Liu Hui shouted, and the old prophet who closed his eyes and prayed finally realized. He looked at Liu Hui hesitantly, and the latter made a cheerful move to him.

Sapu took a deep breath and was the first to take the step, just like the duty of a tribal prophet of ancient times, leading his clan to the first step with wisdom and courage.

He walked on the stairway in the center of the sculpture of the gods, and he walked forward step by step with his scepter.

He could feel the sculptures on both sides looking at him with scrutiny eyes, as if the ancestors were watching, and in front of him was a mountain path covered with smoke and clouds.

Behind him were the people who watched him move forward and waited for him to bring back good news.

This scene was filled with the epic feeling that myths and legends should have in the old prophet's self-importance.

Just like the trashed people of the Second Era, led by the benevolent new God and his humble mortal, they finally walked out of the quagmire of darkness and ignorance that lasted for hundreds of years, and once again returned to the civilization era of their ancestors.

The old prophet was moved by himself.

He touched his tears and tried hard to raise his head, not showing his cowardly posture under the gaze of his ancestors. The power of faith was supporting him and making him walk more and more firmly.

The heart is also filled with warmth.

He also doubted whether the second era in myths and legends would come, but now all the questions have been answered.

The answer is in the smoke and clouds ahead.

Just step into it and you can touch this promised land of the Spartans who belonged to them and the Second Age!

The old prophet breathed a sigh of relief. He stood at the end of the road, before the flowing smoke, and looked back at the people behind him with anticipation.

The next moment, he stretched out his hand and touched the endless clouds in front of him. Just like opening a door, when his fingertips were wrapped in smoke, the smoke that gathered in front of him quickly dissipated.

It was like a curtain was opened.

As the smoke dissipated, the last cover of the mountain top disappeared. As the old prophet stared at the wide-eyed eyes, a majestic temple was a hundred meters before him.

It is being built on this island cliff,

Its area is large and aggressive, like a real palace.

Its appearance resembles the Parthenon Temple. Hundreds of nearly thirty meters of columns are towering, supporting three-story temples and flat domes, and extending upwards at the center of the top, creating the demeanor of a male god holding a shepherd's staff and holding a pipe.

Around this temple, there are beautiful gardens with flowers blooming. Various trees that do not belong to this world grow in the wind. They are fairy grass plants transplanted from the bitter wood realm.

The color is so bright that it is not like the mortal world, and it also has the ability to gather spiritual energy. Against their backdrop, the spiritual energy around this temple is floating near the essence.

Under the sunlight, it shines on the temple on the top of the mountain, and a stunning brilliance shines, and a rainbow descends from the clouds, covering the temple.

It's like a ladder entering the sky.

The old prophet was even mentally prepared.

But at this moment he still choked and couldn't speak. He recognized the temple, which was the top of the Shenqi Plain, the temple that had been destroyed in the dusk of Ragnarok.

That was the last trace of civilization in the First Age left in their world, representing the departure and disappearance of their ancestors and their gods.

The new gods are so kind and generous.

They specially restored and rebuilt this temple for the remnants of the Second Era as the starting point for their civilization in the new era.

It shows that we must not forget the past and pursue the future.

"Praise the gods..."

The old prophet humbly lowered his head and placed his left hand on his right shoulder. His heart was filled with a dizzy sense of happiness. He could hardly breathe under excitement.

You can only work hard to adjust and recite praise in your heart.

Behind him, behind the large platform on the mountain, the Spartans also saw this scene, and they also saw the magnificent temple appearing like a miracle, in the sunshine like a miracle.

Needless to say more, they cheered.

It was a mess, and they themselves didn't know what they were cheering, but when they saw the temple of the First Age, they felt like a soft corner was touched.

There is no need to say much about the joy and fanaticism mixed with cheers.

After crossing the vast sea of ​​time, experiencing the torture of darkness, and through desolation and ignorance, they finally returned home.

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"This Valhalla is a gift we give to you, Sap."

In the temple on the top of the mountain, the old prophet walked humbly in this palace full of light with a metal scepter and a record slab in his hand.

It is still very empty here now, without too many decorations, and the Spartans need to make their own inherited sacrificial tools and put them in it.

Lao Jiang's consciousness projection was suspended beside the old prophet.

He, like a tour guide, belonged to the palace that was given to them, and said:

"Since the name is called the Temple of Heroes, it is naturally not just a place for mortals to pray and sacrifice. This temple is blessed with magic, and it can store the souls of warriors.

This is another secret I want to tell you."

Lao Jiang said to the prophet leisurely:

"The warriors and sages who died for the civilization of the Spartans, their souls will be here at the time, and those faceless sculptures are their soul-submitted places.

You should worship them like a sacrifice to the gods, and they will also appear to help like the legendary heroic spirits when you need help.
To be continued...