only god

Chapter 9 Ask That Existence
King Saber was furious.

He stared at the extinguished altar and the blood on the steps, trembling all over.

"Those who worship fire, how dare they let the fire go out!"

In front of everyone's eyes, King Saber was furious.

The priests cowered and knelt on the muddy ground. Behind the priests, other Logosians knelt down. They were either desperate or angry, casting hostile eyes on the priests who served the fire.

Their anger was no less than that of King Sabor.

Those priests who sacrificed to the fire clearly enjoyed a higher status and were supposed to serve the fire forever, but at this moment they let the sacred fire go out.

King Sabo turned around, looked at the group of trembling priests, and said with a sad smile:

"The fire that gave us the language is extinguished, and the high priest is sick. Some of you must be so dirty and depraved that the existence is offended, and even the high priest Yar is affected!"

Sabo knew that his brother Yaer had always been a conscientious person, and he would never commit the crime of extinguishing the flame.

Besides, he loved his brother and couldn't help but distance Yar from the matter.

"Among you people, there must be someone who is dirty and depraved! Even we will be affected!"

The king was so angry that his fists were trembling, he looked at the priests with cruel eyes, and announced the verdict:
"Bring the fire, my people, whoever among you whose body burns in the flames must be guilty, for the flames given to us to speak will consume the impious!"

When the priests heard the words, panic instantly hit their bodies. However, before they could utter words of begging for mercy, the Logos people rushed up. Their emotions were suppressed by the fear of death, and at this moment they erupted like a flood breaking a bank.

The Logos people crushed the priests to the ground one by one, spit, and insulted them. Under the order of King Sabo, the people quickly fetched other spare flames and lit the altar again.

Flames blazed across the altar like the fangs of death.

The faces of the priests were as pale as snow. They screamed and begged for mercy in panic, but this could not calm down the furious people. Amid waves of noise and under the authority of King Sabo, all the priests With a final cry of despair, the priests were thrown into the fire one by one.

Everyone wallowed in rage, and no one remembered their last words.

For a moment, screams echoed in the depths of the flames.

The flames were like beasts that loved death, devouring the fragile bodies of the priests. The momentum of the flames became more and more intense, and the high temperature spread beyond the long steps.

After the wailing stopped, the Logos people still did not regain their senses, but fell into the intense excitement of persecuting others, and shouted the name of King Sabo under the long steps.

"King Sabo! The eternal king!"

"Great man! The king who was first given the language!"

The Logos people's desperation for death has turned into excited and enthusiastic shouts at this moment. The priests are dead, and they can only look forward to the king, their leader, to give an answer.

Why do we have to die? !
Among the crowd, I don't know who is the leader, maybe it is a mob, maybe everyone is a mob, and they begged loudly:

"My lord, it must be the filthy and depraved people who caused our death! Die like beasts!"

After one sound, the voices of the Logos people rushed towards King Sabo like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

"In our group, some people are dirty and depraved!"

"Burn those filthy and depraved people!"

"They are harmful to us, O king, burn them!"

"My king..."

King Sabo stood high in front of the altar, but the roaring voices from the people under the altar drowned him out.

He was the first to be given a language.

He is the one who enjoys the king's throne, and he wants to listen to the voice of his people!

The broad majesty burst out in response to the voices of the Logos people, and King Sabo opened his arms.

"People, burn those people! Burn death!"

King Saber responded to the voice of his people.

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Al is sick.

He had been in a coma for several days, and he didn't wake up until now.

After falling from the long steps, as the chief priest, he couldn't bear such a big mental shock, so he fell ill, very ill.

"High Priest, these are herbs."

A wise man was appointed by King Sabor to watch over Ar.

He handed over the boiled herbal soup, Yar barely got up and leaned his body against the wall.

Al slowly drank the herbal soup.

The wise man wanted to take the wooden bowl from Al's hand, but Al remained motionless.

"... my brother Wang,"

Al spoke out and asked:
"Why... why did he throw all the priests... into the fire."

The wise man's face changed, he turned his head, and after seeing no one behind him, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Wang said that it was those people who were filthy and depraved that caused us to die like beasts."

Wise men are merely narrations without emotion.

Yar caught something from it and said:

"The fire...was extinguished during my sacrifice, the fault was on me...not those priests..."

"Don't say that, high priest, I know what you're thinking, the king said it, it's not your fault."

Al was silent.

"Tell me, what's going on outside?"

The wise man hesitated, and decided to speak his sincere words:

"The Logos are losing their minds, they...they're pointing out the filthy degenerates everywhere."

Yar took a breath and lost his mind for a moment.

The wise man took the wooden bowl from Yar's hand, and then slowly said:

"... High Priest, those people are mad because of death. They think that death is because of the wrath of fire."

Yar heard what the wise man had to say, then turned his head and asked in a daze:

"And you, how do you view death?"

The wise man put the wooden bowl aside and turned his head again. Seeing that no one was coming, he lowered his voice and said:
"High Priest...I think death is just a collective hallucination."

Al was taken aback, and asked:
"What... what are you talking about? What does it mean?"

"Death may be just an illusion, maybe we are not dead, just think about it, a Logosian who has lived for hundreds of years, a Logosian who has reason, is different from all beasts, suddenly Dying...it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all."

The wise man quickly expresses his bold views,
"I guess, maybe, maybe death is a dream and we just... somehow forget about 'someone's alive' and call it death. Maybe, I mean maybe, he's still alive Not dead, some part of him is alive."

"Some part is still alive... Which part is still alive, where?"

Listening to the wise man's discussion, Yar seemed to grasp the straw of life-saving, and hurriedly asked.

However, the wise man can't tell.

"I...I can't know."

Yar was unwilling to give up, and asked one after another:

"You want to come out, you want to come out!"

The wise man sighed and said:

"I can't think of it. I've thought about it for a long time. Perhaps this deep mystery is known only to the being who gave us language."

Hearing this, Yar had no choice but to let go of the straw reluctantly.

but…

The wise man's vision still left a deep impression on Al.

"Yes... fire... the existence that gave us language, that existence must know. As long as we find that existence..."

An unprecedented idea popped up in Yar's mind at this time.

Ask that being yourself...

This conundrum that drove the entire Kingdom of Logos mad.

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