only god

Chapter 536 Recognize Yourself

Time passed slowly, and the day and night changes in the outside world could not be seen in the dim room, but the three of them could still tell with their physical perception that they had spent a day.

The turbid lake water is full of mud, with mud pits everywhere. The water plants are motionless in the lake surface, no different from insects solidified in amber.

Since being scolded by Laren, Herris has been silent. He often half-knelt on the ground in pain, holding his head, and repeatedly recited the verses about the Logos killing the angels, as if he wanted to get relief from it. , but the more he chanted, the more panicked he became.

Sealand's death date is one day closer than yesterday.

Laren and Utus sneered at Helis's actions. In their opinion, Heris at this moment was far more like a mortal than a mortal.

After Helis recited many verses, he slowly stood up from the ground.

Laren scoffed:
“What do you think you are?

Prophet?
Helis, you are a god! "

Helis didn't answer. The craftsman glared at Laren, but quickly took it back. He clasped his hands together like a helpless believer praying.

After that, the three of them were silent for a while, not knowing what to say to each other. The room was obviously not big, but it seemed empty and vast. It surrounded the three people who had their own opinions.

"The world is too big. It can accommodate both righteous people and evil people."

Harris murmured.

When Laren heard this, he felt angry. He turned his head and stared at Herris, wanting to curse something. At this moment, another feeling of dizziness arose.

The consciousness of the three of them fainted again for a moment, as if they were suddenly transported to different spaces.

When they opened their eyes, they came to a temple.

"This is... the Artisan Temple?"

Laren said with astonishment on his face.

How could Laren, who had made many plans in Carllond, not recognize where this place was.

"How did we get here?"

Utus said in astonishment.

Heris raised his head, and his eyes happened to fall on the middlemost statue.

His priests knelt on the ground and offered prayers and praises to Heris devoutly. The altar was piled with various sacrifices.

The situation this time seemed to be much more peaceful than before when the tribesmen threw him into the fire as a sacrifice.

"Book of Mechanics, the sacred object of Helis, the greatest sacred object!
Before the "Book of Mechanics", dwarves were just a blind race! "

A dwarf craftsman raised his hands in the air and declared happily, as did the other dwarves surrounding him.

This group of dwarves belong to the same circle. They are all craftsmen who study steam technology.

However, these sounds seemed to cause dissatisfaction among the other dwarves.

"Ignorance, ignorance! You have forgotten the gift of Helis!"

The dwarves of the Gold and Silver clan scolded the craftsmen for their short-sightedness on the spot, expressing their disgust at them and scorning their words.

"What are they going to do?"

Laren said in a panic.

The last death was so painful, and he didn't want to die again.

Utus frowned and said:

"It seems like...the Gold and Silver clan is quarreling with the steam technology craftsmen."

Hearing this, Herris seemed to recall something.

Before he could make any move, after just a few words, the dwarves and craftsmen of the Gold and Silver clan began to punch and kick, pouring out their anger on each other.

"A riot, that riot!"

Laren said in panic.

As he spoke, he thought about rushing out of the door, but more and more dwarves came over, surrounding them all inside the temple. As expected, they also suffered various accidental injuries or beatings, and they were obviously dead. He is a god, but at this moment he is even more embarrassed than a mortal.

Soon after, the dwarf soldiers who heard the news sealed the entire temple. The dwarves who participated in the trouble were arrested, and Heris and others were not spared. They were all pulled into prison.

"Heris, the race you created is so damned!"

Laren yelled angrily as his hands and feet were tied.

He couldn't bear the humiliation.

Harris was silent, his head lowered, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he said to himself in the voice he heard:
"Am I really... cowardly?"

The three of them were imprisoned with other dwarves, and soon after, an order came from King Kraft VI, who decided to hang several of the culprits.

The three people in prison learned about this, and it was Laren who was the most panicked.

Of course he knew what happened at the end of the riot.

Kafu VI sent out the dwarf army to suppress the uprising cruelly and bloodyly.

The masterminds behind this riot were none other than a group of gods headed by himself.

"My Father, are you shaming me with this!?"

Laren grabbed the mud on the wall and shouted unwillingly.

Wu Tusi's face was almost pale. For the first time, he knew how painful it was to wait for death.

Soon, the three of them were pressed onto the execution ground, where there were circles of people surrounding them, all staring at the gallows, and the noise was endless.

Herris looked at the dark crowd sadly.

Among them, how many people are going to die tonight, under the king's suppression.

But now, these dwarves know nothing about their fate.

"Heris, praise your glory!"

"For Helis, save them!"

"Those gold and silver clans, damn gold and silver clans, they took action, Helis, curse them!"

...............

As the dwarves of the Gold and Silver clan came on stage to rob the court, the craftsmen also took action, and chaos suddenly broke out. Everyone was shouting the name of Helis, but Heris remained silent.

I don’t know how long ago, Herris stopped answering prayers.

The god of mountains and craftsmen was afraid that a single thought could lead the dwarves to a terrible end.

Laren's hands and feet trembled, and he urged Herris,
"Say something quickly, tell them quickly, you are Helis, otherwise we will die again!"

Utus couldn't help but said:
"Heris, come on! Speak! Don't care if they believe it or not, just say something!"

In the noisy square.

The bound Helis still said nothing. He looked blankly at the rioting dwarves.

Everyone here is his people and has chanted his name.

Utus and Laren saw that Heris was indifferent, and in desperation, they loudly declared that Heris was the god of mountains and craftsmen, but their voices were drowned in the noise of the riot, like fine sand falling into the ocean.

They wanted to escape in the surging crowd, but they were pushed by waves of people until they were pushed in front of the palace. As mortals, they were so powerless and couldn't control anything.

Soon, with the rebuke of King Kafu VI, the people began to besiege the palace. They were like fine sand in the big waves, constantly drifting with the current and being beaten constantly.Harris stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

The angry people were shouting Kherys, the guards guarding the palace were also shouting Kherys, the unarmed people were shouting Kherys, and the heavily armed people were also shouting Kherys.

Herris turned around blankly. Among the crowded crowd, a boy was pushed by the crowd and fell to the ground. He stood up crying and prayed to Herris to make everything stop.

And he missed so many prayers...

At that time, he was hiding in the underworld of death, no longer answering prayers, and no longer paying attention to the dwarves. He was escaping from all this, and even allowed the gods to torture his people.

Because of cowardice, I dare not deny it.

Because of cowardice, so ignore.

"It turns out that I am really cowardly..."

Accompanied by this trembling sound, which sounded like wood breaking, the rioting people were surrounded by King Kraft VI's legions. Butcher knives fell one after another, and thousands of lives ended here.

And the three of them also met their deaths.

Consciousness gradually returned, and they fell back into the empty room again, with Xilan still kneeling there like a dead person.

The pain of death lingered around them. Laren and Utus's faces turned pale and they gasped for air. Suddenly, there was a splash of water all around them.

I saw Herris lying straight on the shallow lake. In the ripples of the water, the green bitter grass gently surrounded and wrapped him. He seemed to be asleep, breathing slowly, and there were some ripples on the water.

The two waited for a long time, and just when they thought Helis was really dead, the craftsman slowly stood up from the shallow lake.

When he stood up and said his first words,
"How cowardly I am."

Laren didn't know why at this time, but he said with compassion:
“We are entirely at fault for what has happened to your people.

However, if we delve deeper into the reasons, we actually find that the fault does not lie with us, but with the Father’s miracle—the path of God’s creation.

If God had not created the way, we would not have to do this.

Change your beliefs and let Nasilan die, he looks like a dead man now anyway. "

Helis fell silent, his head lowered, as if thinking, thousands of water plants surrounded him, like sheep following the shepherd.

"No, he can't die."

To the surprise of both of them, the tortured Helis said:

"I saw my cowardice clearly, so he can't die, absolutely not."

Laren and Utus were stunned on the spot. They thought that such a scene would shake Helis's will, but the fact was exactly the opposite. After seeing his cowardice, Heris was completely determined.

"You bloody thing!"

Laren cursed.

Harris raised his head and looked at Laren with compassion, his wrinkled eyes filled with tears.

"Why do you look at me like that? Do you regard yourself as a prophet? A shepherd?"
Who do you think we are, are we mortals who are to be led? ! "

The furious Laren spurned and cursed Herris. In this room where they could not lie or be false, they both put aside their pretentious respect for each other and poured out their emotions wantonly. No gods could be seen on their bodies. of majesty.

Without any warning, Helis suddenly burst into tears and said as if he was mentally disturbed:

"Ah, I understand the Father's intention, I understand!
You can’t lie or be false here, that’s why!Just for us to recognize ourselves! "

The more Laren listened, the more angry he became. He stepped forward and wanted to grab Heris's neck and strangle him to death, but he saw Utus frozen in place, as if he had been petrified.

"What's wrong with you? Utus."

Laren said quickly.

Wutus was a little distracted and said:

"I thought of...an old legend,

There was a king named Seleus and an ancient country called Lipoca.

King Seleus dreamed of eternal life, but was deceived by his father, the god of fire.

In the end, the only lesson he learned was...

Know yourself. "

Laren felt a sudden panic for no apparent reason.
"What do you mean, Utus? What do you mean?"

"The weak will eat the strong, as it is natural..."

Wutus said slowly:

"Our Father...

He has the power to make us understand ourselves. "

From Utus's words, Laren heard a hint of wavering.

He became angrier and yelled:
"Okay, you've become too nagging! You're going to betray me and become that craftsman's lamb!
Let it go, even if I am the only one who wants Xilan to die, he will definitely die! "

Wu Tusi's face was full of struggle. He believed in the law of the jungle and he held his head tightly and said ferociously:

"I didn't betray you, I will still let him die, I will still let him die."

After these words fell, the three people suddenly fell into silence again. At first, there was a little breath of excitement, but it slowly dissipated. The sound seemed to be confiscated, and was lost in this blank room, under the dim light, that The stone statue of Zealand still stands there in a praying posture.

For them, destroying a miracle is as easy as blowing out a candle.

But now they are all silent, silence everywhere.

Khlis seemed to no longer try to convince the two of them, and Laren no longer argued with Khris. Utus was immersed in struggling thoughts, trying to convince himself.

The balsam grass swayed under the shallow lake, as silent as the starry sky, without any sound.

They do nothing, say nothing, waiting for a new day to come, waiting for the day to blow out the candles.

Waiting for...the next time the world spins.

Among the three, two still wanted to kill Xilan, but one of them began to become less determined.

Xilan's death is one day closer. The pace of death is accelerating and getting closer. The three of them are about to destroy His miracle as easily as blowing out a candle.

.......................................

Turning around again

This time, they came to a place.

It looked like a once small, peaceful village that had been brutally looted not long ago.

"What...is happening here?"

Laren looked around. He felt a hint of the divine power of the dream and couldn't help but frown.

Both Helis and Utus were looking around.

At this time, the craftsman thought of something and said:

"Laren, this is your, your Chanlal's...sin."

The heavy words fell to the ground.

When Laren turned his head,

He happened to see,
A wooden house was burned down,
On the dark and cold land, wild horses are burning in the fire.

(End of this chapter)