As the sun set, Marin strolled on the street, comparing the possible pasts of the buildings in front of him with the ancient map, until Salis chirped to remind Marin, raised his head, and turned his back to the sunset.

Lin saw the long monument standing among the ruins.

The stories of the past have long been annihilated by chaos and time. The long street is full of cracks, overgrown with weeds, and even unyielding small trees have taken root in them. Those ruins have long made it impossible to distinguish what they once were.

things.

As Marin got closer and closer, the long monument became clearer and clearer, including the small damage scratched by time, the weathered and mottled text and reliefs, and the piles of nameplates piled on the steps.

Marin felt that his heart was about to stop. In the end, Marin smiled and took the luggage from behind.

Climbing up the stairs, Marin saw a lot of nameplates. They were piled together. Along with them was a small transparent box. A phonograph could be seen inside. Marin sat down.

, took it out and pressed the play button.

·I didn’t expect that before me, there were so many people bringing these things that no one picked up on the roadside here. If I hadn’t read a book written by someone before the Great Destruction, I’d heard that there was such a thing here.

A monument... I'm also curious as to why I believe in a book written thousands of years ago, for some people who lived thousands of years ago to send this thing here... But I am still here after all, so before arriving here,

I once thought that I was a stupid old guy, the kind that no one had ever seen before and no one would come after.

An old man's voice came from the player, sounding a little out of breath. He must have narrowly escaped death and passed through the chaotic blockade area, and then carefully passed through the surrounding ruins all the way... It was really hard work.

·Then I discovered that there are really people who are stupider than me... there are so many of them, from the bottom of the steps, they all look like them.

Having said this, the old man laughed, laughed, and began to cry. After crying enough, he began to talk to himself again.

·I am sending you back because there are so many weird things in this era. After death, people are no longer just a small pot of ashes, and they are no longer like a lamp going out... I am not sending you back because I hope you can protect us future generations.

people.

Having said this, the old man gasped a few times.

·Here is a soldier of the New Hangzhou Regiment in Southern Thailand, the Third Guards. I am old. The army no longer wants me. I came here to fulfill my wish. I collected these on the battlefield.

Nameplates, I sent them here... I want them to bless us descendants, but I hope they can rest in peace. Chaos is too powerful, so powerful that many of us can't even rest in peace... And I'm here

I was chased by Chaos Sentinels and was slightly injured... I'm afraid I won't be able to go back. If anyone hears my last words, please bury me in the hole I dug myself. Thank you, child.

Marin put down the phonograph and looked at the ruins. The next second, Marin, who was now in front of the ruins, saw a dug hole and a skeleton leaning against the wall of the ruins. The military uniform on his body was not there yet.

Completely weathered, Marin found three rusty arrowheads in his clothes when he sent him into the pit.

Old guy, how did you get here?

Marin covered the veteran with soil, picked up the rusty sword on the side and plunged it into his grave, then placed the helmet on the hilt of the sword.

"You rest in peace, veteran." After Marin said that, he turned and walked back to another pile of nameplates. There was no message here, just a broken sword and a bag of nameplates. The bag had been weathered, but the thick

The material still protects these brands, and the broken sword should be the standard weapon of the southern Thai infantry in an era earlier than the veterans.

Ma Lin felt something in his heart, picked up the broken sword, and saw a piece of yellow paper underneath that had long been weathered and left no trace.

The person who sent the nameplate should have left something behind, but he never thought about it. His message was finally lost to time.

Raising the completely broken yellow paper into the sky, putting the broken sword back into place, Marin walked towards another pile of nameplates - these nameplates were scattered here, and something similar to a mobile phone was placed here.

.

Marin picked it up and was a little surprised-because it was too new.

But out of curiosity, Marin still pressed the buttons randomly and finally turned on the little thing.

Well, the operation panel inside was in Chinese, and Marin clicked the 'Please click me' icon.

Then a young man appeared who looked like he might have been from Mars' time.

·I don’t know who can open this thing. I am really obsessed with it, and I want to leave something behind. It is obviously the most famous sacred monument in weird stories. It is said that no matter who comes here and puts down those nameplates,

The nameplate that everyone puts down will eventually be observed by everyone, regardless of the time and place of the other party... Will there be another brother who takes this thing away? I have said it first, buddy, if you are

Don't even think about taking this thing during the era of great destruction. You won't have anywhere to charge it anyway.

Marin smiled and understood the meaning of this boy's words - this long monument has been alienated, but it is not harmful, but its existence connects the past and the future, so Marin can see it here

You can also see messages from a long time ago if you go to messages from a long time ago.

The speech of the young man in this player continues: "I am a student of the History Branch of the First College of Liberal Arts in New Hangzhou. In the summer, my friends and I dug up these nameplates from the ancient battlefield further north here. They

They were kept in a small cave on the edge of the battlefield. In addition to them, there was the body of a soldier. I also collected his nameplate. Everyone said, send it here, so I brought them here.

.”

Having said this, there was no longer any smile on the young man's face.

"When I came here, I saw a lot of nameplates. In every era, there are some...stupid guys like me."

"Please, in your era, isn't Chaos still there? There are so many spirits and alien species. Why are you all here? Such a dangerous thing... However, since you can drive this thing, you are not a monster after all. I

I want to tell you some good news. In my era, there is no chaos anymore. We humans can once again get rid of the shackles of gravity, go to the outer universe, and explore the unknown world... Thank you, especially the steps below.

The old man who left the message at the end of the Great Destruction had already found his family through previous archeology. If someone hadn't helped him bury him, my seniors wouldn't have been able to find him. After so long, he would have been blown away by the wind.

Having said this, the young man took out his cigarette, smoked it several times, and finally wiped the corners of his eyes: "Thank you, the people on these signs all died so that we can live today... Thank you

You guys, I may be a little pretentious when I say this, but I am serious, thank you, if we can find a new brand in the future, we will definitely come again. After all, the monument is here, and my mobile phone is also here. If you open it

It, then you must be a guy who can understand human language, so, can you take a selfie for me?"

Having said this, the young man smiled: "What nonsense am I talking about here? This is Zhao Kai."

The young man's soliloquy came to an end, and Marin put down the mobile phone in his hand and sat on the empty steps. Marin smiled and gradually became silent. He finally picked up the mobile phone and

I took a selfie, then turned off my phone and put it back in its original position.

After taking a look at the distant and small tomb, Marin stood up and walked to another pile of nameplates.

There is also a small tape recorder here, which looks a bit dated, but at least it is much better than the gramophone at the beginning.

Marin picked it up and pressed the play button.

·This is Changhe No. 7. Repeat, this is Changhe No. 7. We are performing a retreat mission. I will leave this phonograph here. If any troops hear this recording, remember, in the name of the alliance, I

Order you! Don’t advance south! Don’t advance south! Bring our enemies west! Remember! All civilians in cities below 40 degrees north latitude are retreating south! Civilians need your sacrifice! Civilians need your sacrifice.

sacrifice!

There is only this sentence and the nameplates piled up like a hill on the steps.

Salis flew high into the sky. Soon, it responded to Marin. On the western outskirts of the city, there was a huge defense line. Even it could not count various vehicles and bunkers standing on the ground. The entire area

The land was completely desertified, leaving only the sky full of wind-sand.

Marin finally put the phonograph back to its original place, then took out a bottle of wine from the demiplane and placed it directly in front of these nameplates.

Mana had already flown over to collect those nameplates, while Marin walked towards another pile of nameplates. There was nothing in front of this pile of nameplates, only a few small wine glasses.

Marin filled the small wine glass with the wine in his hand, then sat next to the pile of nameplates and took out a piece from the top.

United Earth, Southern Thailand Military Region, 99th Armored Assault Regiment, Second Lieutenant, Zhang Jinyun.

The nameplate is not big, but there is still a torn hole on it. It should be some kind of cold weapon used by some members of the Chaos Evil God?

Putting the nameplate back, Marin took out a few more brands, all of which belonged to the 99th Armored Assault Regiment.

Finally, Marin stood up and walked to the top.

There is a small projection disk that is still working, and a silent child is stroking the long monument in front of the monument.

The nameplate is covered in places covering less than half of its body.

There is a text written on the tablet.

We are advancing westward, and we have taken down our nameplates. Don't be sad for us, because we are proud.

Marin turned around and sat down. Leaning against the monument, he took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. Then he lit three more cigarettes and placed them in front of the nameplates.

Finally, Marin took out all the cigarette boxes he brought and piled them on the ground.

In front of me are generations of people who have made sacrifices. What should I do?

Marin warned himself like this, but until the cigarette in his hand burned out, Marin couldn't think of any good solution. In the end, he could only raise his head and silently look at the girl standing in front of him.

"You can't think of any good ideas, right?" Susu finally spoke.

Marin sighed and nodded: "I always think about how I can save the world, but when this opportunity is really placed in front of me, I am at a loss what to do. Maybe... I am really not a person.

Someone who can save the world."

Having said this, Ma Lin looked at his girl: "Susu, what do you think I should do."

"No matter what you do, I will help you, Marin, you are my great hero." The girl in front of him also sat next to Marin. She held his hand: "Become a god, everyone has already done this for you.

You pointed the way, became a god, and became everyone's protector."

Marin fell into thinking... No, Susu, as the goddess of fate, do you really not understand what the future will be like if I become a god?

Something is wrong, Marin could have felt so.

Susu seemed to notice that Ma Lin didn't answer, and she didn't say anything more.

Finally, Marin sighed: "I know that this should be a very easy thing to accomplish. As long as I become a god and sit in that position, I can cut off the pollution of the world by subspace, right?"

This time, Susu nodded.
To be continued...