only god

Chapter 116 The Word of God is Here!
King Deltullian first got the news of the decisive battle from the narwhals. The son of the prophet, who was already in his twilight years, was astonished that in just a few years, the kingdom went from a rational crisis to decline.

You must know that the Kingdom of Logos survived the previous two crises of rationality, even though it went through untold hardships.

But this time, the Kingdom of Logos ushered in the misery of life.

The narwhals told Tertullian what they had seen.

When that decisive battle took place, the land was already barren and cracked, and the ashes of wildfires were everywhere. During the years, the country will no longer be the country, and the family will no longer be home.

After the decisive battle, Orenmo picked up the crown and ascended the throne of the king, but his life was not long, and he had no heir to inherit his throne.

Predictably, there will be no Old Kingdom of Logos any more.

The Logos destroyed their homeland with their own hands.

On the cliff of the sea, listening to the narwhals' narration, King Tertullian's heart felt empty, as if he had completely lost a part of his life.

After a long time, King Deltullian, holding a scepter with a single horn, slowly saluted the narwhals, thanking them for telling him everything and thanking them for not being involved.

King Tertullian returned to the palace made of giant trees. Instead of sitting on the throne, he paced back and forth in the palace. The guards looked at the king suspiciously, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

After an unknown amount of time, King Tertullian walked up to the throne. He stretched out his hand and stroked the wooden throne.

"Ambition, Greed, Desire... will ignite the three sparks of the Kingdom of Logos."

King Tertullian murmured.

The once prosperous Kingdom of Logos burned to the ground in the hands of one generation.

Even though he was once on the slate and warned King Doriot sternly, under the trend of ambition, greed, and desire, this kingdom still entered the end of destruction.

Tempted to enslave another race, the Logos executed a poet.

When throwing stones,
Not one of these Logosians would pray for a good soul.

King Tertullian looked back at the destruction of the old kingdom, his old lips trembling.

What if the Logosians did not kill angels?
Just a good and innocent poet?
So...won't the crisis of rationality never come, and the kingdom needn't be in a state of destruction?

King Tertullian did not know.

Because everything will not happen again, nothing if.

"We cannot repeat the mistakes of the old kingdom."

murmured King Tertullian, grasping his throne with both hands.

The old eyes stared straight at the throne in the shadows.

The old prophet's son seemed to be staring not only at the throne, but also at the abyss behind the throne.

"We cannot repeat the mistakes of the old kingdom."

King Tertullian murmured again.

In that old heart, a decision was made.

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One month later,
King Tertullian announces the destruction of the Old Kingdom to the people of the New Kingdom.

At first, they were stunned, then stunned, and finally panicked. People in the New Kingdom looked at each other, each other's faces were full of sorrow, and many mountain elves cried out directly. They fell to the ground, and their voices were half startled. A forest insect.

The unbelievable mountain elves confirmed to King Deltrian over and over again, and King Deltrian answered again and again, telling him everything he knew. The more Deltrian said, the more the mountain elves They became more and more terrified.

Even the high priest, who was used to ups and downs, fell to his knees at this moment, weeping, and folded his hands together, begging God for mercy.

The destruction of the old kingdom gave a great shock to the new kingdom.

Just as the mountain elves couldn't imagine why the people of the Old Kingdom executed angels...

They also couldn't imagine how the old Kingdom of Logos, which was extremely prosperous under the rule of King Jalesto, would end in destruction under the hands of King Doro.

"My lord, what should we do?!"

The mountain elves flocked to King Tertullian,
"My king, you are the son of a prophet, and only you know the meaning of God best."

King Deltullian looked around at the panicked faces. His old face was grim, and his white hair was fluttering in the wind among the crowd. He turned his back slowly and said in a deep voice:

"Such destruction must never be repeated on the earth."

Everyone looked at King Tertullian in unison, and saw King Tertullian walking slowly towards the two steles standing in the kingdom.

They followed, closely following in the footsteps of King Tertullian.

King Tertullian gazed at two steles, one inscribed with the Book of Kings and Prophets and the other with the Book of the Two Kings.

The son of the prophet stood in front of the two steles, the scepter in his hand was stuck on the ground, and the sun passed through the dense forest and shone from behind, making the old man glow with brilliance.

The elves around held their breaths and calmed down one after another. They followed King Deltullian's eyes and landed on the two historical steles. Many of them bowed their heads and prayed silently, because the words of God were engraved on the steles.

No matter in the Old Kingdom of Logos or in the New Kingdom, these two historical steles have extraordinary meanings.

King Tertullian stared at each letter.

He recalled the enslavement of another race by the Logos, the madness of the Execution Angels, the crisis of sanity, the mutual massacres of the Old Kingdom...and, finally, the destruction of the Kingdom.

Among them, the law, morality, and general goodness have all been ignored and trampled on. When people fall into the abyss of massacre, no one is not a beast, and no one thing has enough binding force.

King Tertullian realized that there must be a sacred, great, and inviolable rule to restrain people from falling into destruction, to set up spiritual beacons for people, and to let people have the power to fight against the three Mars. holy power.

He stretched out his hand and stroked every word on the stone tablet.

The people around all held their breath, and they all looked at King Tertullian in unison.

"The gods departed, the angels were put to death, and the old kingdom was destroyed."

King Tertullian's voice was not loud, but it fell into the ears of every Logosian.

It was like a solemn announcement.

Everyone's ears were pricked up, staring straight at the old man in front of the stele.

"But the word of God has not left us."

"My people,"

"The word of God is here!"

After the solemn voice fell, everyone couldn't help trembling, they were shocked.

History books record the stories of the past, and naturally record the words of God.

Looking up at the two steles in front of him, whoever lowered his head first and clasped his hands together, almost all of them lowered their heads and clasped their hands together in an instant.

"at first,
Heaven and earth parted in darkness,

then,

God came to an age when everything in the world had no name. "

The originally flustered people recited the words in the history books in unison, like a solemn and holy pilgrimage, a steady and touching confession.

many years later,
The mountains that used to live day and night,
It has become a place of pilgrimage for long journeys.

And the history books that originally recorded the past,
It has become a sacred classic that has been shelved.

　The update is over, sry, I just got home, there will be another chapter later

　　
　
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