However, after the Divine God Palace Master Sun God King left mysteriously, the nest leaders gathered themselves and entered the underground in batches.
The underground had long been secretly cleaned up by Hellgate. Regardless of whether it was the humans or the intelligent Nest Creatures, they had all been completely wiped out by Hellgate with a powerful plague. All of the top powerhouses had been secretly killed after Hellgate had broken through. The strongest human organization — the Elder Council — had been wiped out.
It could be said that the underground was completely empty. Under the leadership of the Divine God Palace Master, the Nest Leaders avoided the competition for resources with the humans on the surface and turned to open up the wasteland underground, forming a truly independent and powerful force.
What was left on the surface were some mutated beasts and low-level monsters with no intelligence. These were the garbage pigs that the nest leaders looked down on.
Time passed slowly. The side effects of the Door to Heaven being pulled out finally appeared.
Whether it was the totem users or the mutated monsters, all the totem power and totem light started to weaken rapidly. The speed of the weakening was like a pool with a plug removed, forming a huge whirlpool that leaked all the unnatural power.
The battle at the Door to Heaven was named as the Battle of Heaven by the historians of various countries. Harpists and poets all composed poems and sang about this battle. Because of this, countless songs and essays were released. In a short period of time, a brilliant literary revolution broke out after the battle.
Corresponding operas, dramas, and novels were born.
And the three strongest fighters who participated in the battle never appeared again. Because of this, people continued to beautify the legends, and became the strongest symbol of the land.
*****
Time flew by like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, more than fifty years had passed.
The ruins of the Monolith City were now covered with green grass and flowers. The broken walls were covered with fine moss.
Some tourists who came to pay homage to history stayed here, and formed a chain of hotels around the area.
Because of the side effects of the battle, the Monolith City was surrounded by cracks and faults of different sizes, and was no longer suitable for rebuilding the city. Instead, because of the large number of tourists who came to pay homage to the traces left behind by the battle, a small tourist town was built outside the city, and it was called the Monolith City.
There was a white plaza in the city, and in the middle of it was a monument to the national heroes. It was to commemorate the great deeds of the three Emperor Level powerhouses, as well as the countless innocent citizens and totem users who had sacrificed themselves in this great war.
The afternoon sun dyed the entire square a dim yellow.
Beside a circle of white flower beds, a guide with a mustache was vividly introducing the story of this place more than 50 years ago to the tourists behind him.
"… Our peace and stability today is largely due to the legacy of the Battle of the Heavenly Kingdom. The Sun God King, the Cthulhu King, and the North Pole King, the three great Monarch rank powerhouses, were here, for their own ideals and ideals, for the millions of people and subordinates behind them, they chose to risk their lives to stop Hellgate from destroying the world. That battle was earth-shattering. Even the thousand-year-old city of the Monolith Kingdom trembled in fear under their shadow. The sky was howling, and the earth was covered with scars. Terrifying power swept through the space like a myth. According to the memories of a survivor, the situation at that time was simply … "
"Who would believe that? Hehe..." Someone in the crowd of tourists chuckled. The word "hehe" had a huge lethality to the tour guide. There was a strong sense of doubt, mockery, and undeniable doubt in his words.
"This is the era of technology. Totems? Can that kind of pseudoscience reach such a level? "Someone continued.
"I guess the heroes inside were deified. I've practiced a few methods of activating totems, but they were all useless. They were all used to strengthen the body. However, the Secret Techniques left behind were pretty good. The combat skills are all very practical. "
"Is that so? I just realized that a while ago, I went to the city to learn Secret Techniques from a teacher. Apparently, it's a family heirloom. It's indeed very practical. "
"What are Secret Techniques like in real life? I only knew about them from novels. "
The group of tourists started to have a heated discussion with another topic as the core.
The tour guide in front of them shook his head speechlessly. This was not the first group of tourists he met. Disbelief towards the Battle of the Heavenly Kingdom had become the consensus of tourists who came to the Monolith City in recent years.
The tourists who were originally half-convinced immediately changed from half-convinced to complete disbelief when they actually came to see the place.
There was no other reason, it was just that the traces left behind here were too terrifying.
The Monolith City used to be a huge defensive city with a population of close to a million. At the same time, it also had a strong defense system. If it was said that a battle between a few people could create such a terrifying scene, no one would believe such a story.
Totems? Totem users?
Even if those things really existed in history, would they be able to fight against the increasingly terrifying firearms, bombs, and cannons of today? They were probably left behind after being eliminated by increasingly powerful technology.
None of the tourists believed that such a terrifying battlefield was the result of a few people. Everyone had always thought that it was the result of countless bombs and cannons, resulting in a tragic battlefield. It was undeniable that the three Kings played an important role in this. However, the troops and subordinates under their command were the real heroes that deserved more respect.
Especially in recent years, the continuous emergence of the tragic lives of the descendants of the heroes had caused a lot of reflection in various countries.
The tour guide was deep in thought as he brought the tourists to tour some of the historical sites in the Monolith City. Now, there were more than ten countries in the East Continent. Almost all of them had tourists coming here to admire the historical achievements. As a local who had lived in the city since young, he could easily support his family through his identity as a tour guide.
"Cady! Valerie and the others have finished school. Are you done here? "A middle-aged man shouted from afar, standing at the entrance of a bar and waving at him. That was his usual poker buddy, Jack. Jack's son and his son were studying at a school in the city. Today was the weekend, so it was time to bring his son home.
"Almost done." The tour guide replied loudly. "Wait for me for a while!"
"Okay!"
The tour guide brought the tourists to the last place they had arranged for the day, and then hurriedly met up with the middle-aged man.
The sun was already setting in the west, and it was a little late.
"Hey! Little Beck! How's life in school? "
"Very good. I can take care of myself. "The silver-haired eleven-year-old boy answered seriously like a little adult.
The father and son squeezed out from the crowd of students at the school entrance, and walked hand in hand towards home.
"Is mom okay?" Little Beck had the aura of a master of the family. He carried a small backpack, and his skin was milky white. He frowned as he asked.
"She has to work overtime today, so she might be home late. There's a dinner party that needs to be planned at the company. But Old Beck and Miss Sean came over today, saying that they wanted to see their favorite grandson. I'm guessing that Miss Sean is already in the kitchen making your best cookies. "The tour guide laughed.
"Is that so? Actually, I've been wanting to say this for a long time. Those cookies are just too sweet. "
"That's your grandma's love."
"But if it's too sweet, it's not good for the teeth. Didn't you say that before?"
"Uh …"
"I think I should learn how to decline tactfully." Little Beck rubbed his chin as he pondered.
The father and son talked and joked all the way home.
The silver-haired grandfather, Old Beck, was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. Grandma, Miss Sean, was busy in the kitchen as expected. The young lady in red rushed out with a smile, hugged Little Beck and kissed him.
"Oh, my dear little Jack, I hope you never grow up. You'll always be so cute."
"Please don't use words like cute to describe your grandson. I think it's an insult to my character." Little Beck, whose full name was Jack Beck, struggled.
"Alright, alright, stop fooling around." The grandfather who was sitting on the sofa put down the newspaper and looked at the little guy with a serious face. "Looks like I haven't talked to you for a long time, and your thinking has gone astray. Sleep with me tonight, I want to correct your recent thinking. "
"Do you want to use your past experiences? That's great! Another good story! "Little Beck swung his bag and cheered loudly.
"Those aren't stories!" The grandfather's face turned serious.
"Yes, yes, those are real experiences. They are your precious experiences, and contain countless life wisdom!" Little Beck quickly agreed.
"Speaking of which, dad, every time you tell the little guy those things, it feels so real …" The tour guide whispered.
"That's your dad's personal experience! At that time, there were no cannons or missiles, and totem users were the strongest group. Don't you repeat the Battle of the Heavens every day? Why are you asking me such a childish question? "The old man's face darkened.
"Alright, alright, Beckstone, you're always so agitated whenever you talk about these things. These are all old stories, old stories. Don't say too much, and be careful of your heart." Lady Syn Berlina advised with a smile on her face.
"What did you say when you proposed to me? You were still captivated by my strong and heroic appearance … "Beckstone saw his wife's increasingly gentle smile, and instantly felt guilty, and his voice became softer and softer.
"Looks like I've given you too much pocket money recently … Heh … Hehe …" Berlina's face was gentle and kind.
"Fearless!" Little Beck suddenly shouted from the side.
"Yes! Fearless!! "The grandfather and grandson quickly ran away.
Beckstone dragged his grandson around in circles, but his heart faintly returned to the time when the flames of war were everywhere.
No one knew better than him, that the Battle of the Three Kings Heavens, actually existed in history.
Although the aftermath of the Door to Heaven almost caused totem users to go extinct, and the world could no longer see the existence of totem power and totem light. But only the old people who experienced that era, would truly understand that that mythical era really did exist.
With the decline of totem power, the powerful form five power he was once proud of, was now only left with the normal totem power of a form one totem user, and could only be used to release some small tricks.
Moreover, those without totem power could no longer see the existence of tactics and tricks.
Beckstone had a feeling that the Door to Heaven was like a living creature, and after it understood the great threat totem power posed to it, it began to consciously change the world, and let this power gradually disappear.
"I wonder how those old friends are doing now …" He couldn't help but recall the past.
"Grandpa, show me a new trick, quick!" Little Beck mysteriously called from the side.
The world, in the end, was still changed …
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