I Am God!

In the remote town, there is only one rally a month, and people from the nearby Sanye villages will come to participate, and the town will be extraordinarily lively at this time.

The hawker sat on the ground with a few simple things in front of him.

The most common ones are all kinds of bone tools, and the rare ones are some precious strange stones and objects inlaid with gemstones; the most common food is the ancestor fish, and there are also some rare things caught in the sea.

There are tall clover people carrying baskets made of naked fern on their backs, leading their children through the crowd, and there are also young people frolicking through the streets.

Today, Stan Tito also comes to pick what he wants.

"Hello!"

A slightly familiar voice suddenly came from behind, and the craftsman squatting in front of the booth immediately turned his head, but only saw a figure from behind.

He stood up and chased after him, and then saw the other party in the corner of a quiet street.

This is a female trilobite with snow-white bone armor. She looked at Stan Tito with a smile in her eyes.

Stan Tito recognized the other party at a glance, and bowed respectfully.

"It turned out to be His Royal Highness Saliman!"

Princess Saliman stepped forward, and her words were full of regret: "Stan Tito, you actually became a craftsman here."

Stan Tito nodded: "Because, I was originally a craftsman."

Princess Saliman shook her head: "No, you are a descendant of Saint Tito, the chosen lucky son."

"You shouldn't waste your life here, you were born with a different mission."

The noble princess held out her hand to Stan Tito: "Come on!"

"Son of luck, we need your help."

Stan Tito looked at each other quietly, his eyes were not moved at all.

"Help you what, help you fight Henir?"

"I don't care about the war between you and Henir at all, and I don't even care who will become the king of Xiyin Sai."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Saliman looked at Stan Tito who turned and left, and shouted anxiously.

"We just want to save our country! Is there anything wrong with that?"

"This war has been fought for too long, and too many people have died."

Stan Tito smiled without looking back: "If you don't want to fight anymore, if you don't want to die."

"You can surrender now, and this war will end soon."

Saliman chased after him: "I hope you can help us open the door to the kingdom of the gods and pray to the great God Insai."

"Stan Tito."

"Even if you don't want to end this war, don't you want to be the second saint to meet the gods after your ancestors?"

Stan Tito finally stopped, and something in Suliman's words moved him.

He turned around and looked at Princess Saliman seriously.

Ask her: "Opening the gate of the kingdom of God requires you to give up some of the most precious things. Are you sure your king will be willing?"

Saliman immediately agreed: "Of course!"

"Our loyalty to the gods has never been in doubt."

Stan Tito let out a chuckle. "What if you gave up the Ruhe troll?"

Saliman's eyes froze for a moment, and there was hesitation in his expression.

But she still said: "Wang will definitely make the right choice."

For a moment, Stan Tito was moved.

He felt that he might be able to make the princess and King Samo give up the power of the Ruhe giant monster, so as to receive the gift of the gods from the kingdom of gods.

Let go of destruction and welcome the light.

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Stan Titoku sat and thought all night.

He felt that it might not be so easy to go back this time. He could be a neutral in the war between the Henir dynasty and the Samo family, but as long as he intervened, it meant that he could never turn back.

Regardless of his reasons and original intentions.

What greets him is either success with little hope, or death or a more tragic ending.

But he still felt that he should go, because he felt that this might be the last hope.

Too.

The Sanye people finally get light and hope for the future.

Henir thinks he can usher in a new era by becoming king, but Stan Tito doesn't think so.

So many generations of kings, generations of heroes, cannot change the status quo.

Even if Henir became the king of Xiyin Sai, he would not be able to perform miracles. He was just one of those kings.

He might be close to Jessel, but he could never be Ryder Leakey.

He thinks like his ancestors.

Only the magical power of creation can give the Sanye people a future.

He watched the sun rise quietly and stood up.

Finally, he made up his mind and set off.

It's just that he is still waiting for someone before setting off, and arranges everything else.

On the coast, a figure followed the rising sun and stepped on the waves. It was the slave who often came to secretly learn the craftsman's skills.

He stretched his legs and bent over Stan Tito, panting.

"Grandmaster!"

"You came to me suddenly, what's the matter?"

Stan Tito told him: "I'm going to go somewhere very far, and it may take a long time to come back, and it may not come back."

"so."

"I have something to entrust to you."

The slave boy was stunned immediately, and he looked at Stan Tito reluctantly: "Can you not go? Master?"

Stan Tito patted the slave boy on the shoulder: "No, because it's a very important matter."

The slave boy nodded and said, "Oh!"

Since it is a very important matter, there is no way to do it.

"If it's the master's business, I will definitely handle it well."

Stan Tito asked him, "Do you have a name?"

The slave shook his head: "I don't have a name, the master calls me Black Worm."

Stan Tito thought for a moment: "Then I'll give you a name, um~"

"How about a Sanderson?"

The slave froze for a moment: "Sang Dean?"

"What means?"

Stan Tito looked down, looked him in the eye: "Preacher."

"That is - people who pass on beliefs and ideas."

The slave boy was still bewildered, but Stan Tito had already pressed his hand on his forehead, and a powerful force filled his mind, lighting up the eternal light in his consciousness.

"Gift of power."

The slave boy saw a ray of light spreading in front of him, rendering everything white.

He felt deep in his mind, as if something had been opened, a whole new world opened up to him.

"What's this?"

The slave boy still didn't understand what happened, but he knew that he had obtained something extraordinary.

The words of Stan Tito came to his ears, and they were deeply imprinted in his heart.

"Sunderan!"

"My name is Stan Tito, the heir to the saint's will of the Tito family."

"Although you are not from the Tito family, the will of the saint Tito has never been inherited by blood. I hope you can inherit the will of the saint and my ideal."

"Saint Tito hopes to bring the magical power of goblins to the world, and I hope that our civilization can enter the next era."

"This time, I left to find the future of Heinsay."

"Whether I succeed or fail."

"I look forward to you still being able to pass on the good wishes of Saint Tito and my dream."

"That's where your name comes from."

"Me too, my best wishes and prayers to you."

Stan Tito just passed a trace of blood to the slave boy, just enough for him to open up the power of mind reading and conscious communication, and it is impossible to become a high priest.

After all, he still needs to leave his strength to do the next thing.

But for the slave boy, this is already unimaginable.

He jumped from an ordinary slave to an existence who inherited the mythical blood of Ledlich.

After turning on the power of the other party, Stan Tito took him to the dark room inside the room, a room that never allowed other people to enter.

In the room, one Sun's Cup plant after another was cultivated.

Stan Tito brought Sande'an to the most central one, held up the flower pot and put it in front of Sande'an: "This is the stem of the great poet who met the gods and is called a saint by the world. The cup of the sun left by Toto, which contains all the memories he left behind, is a huge library."

"certainly."

"I also left my things in it, if you are interested, you can look for it."

Speaking of this, Stan Tito smiled, but he didn't say clearly what he left behind.

The slave named Sunderan was holding the cup of the sun, and he looked at the relic of Saint Tito in disbelief.

Can such a thing really be handed over to him as a slave?

He was in a trance, as if in a dream.

It wasn't until Stan Tito stepped out of the door that he suddenly chased after him and shouted at him.

"Grandmaster!"

"I am a lowly slave."

Stan Tito waved goodbye with his back turned, a smile on his face: "Oh? Really?"

"That's fine."

"I'm just an insignificant craftsman."