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Chapter 25 Has God Really Chosen You?

The night in prehistoric times was exceptionally dark and quiet.

The night is always dangerous, but it is different when there is fire. People are like sleeping in a primitive giant egg, surrounded by thin eggshells. The crackling sound and light of the flames drive away the logos people beasts.

King Sabo was deeply asleep.

He is the earliest rational ape-man in the world, and also the first king in the world.

What would a twilight king in prehistoric times dream of in his sleep?
In this regard, Sabo is a well-deserved pioneer.

Saber had a lucid dream.

Everything in the dream was extremely clear, as if it was an accurate and clear prophecy.

Sabo looked around, and he found himself standing outside a palace.

He looked up, and the palace not far away was both familiar and unfamiliar, as if it was his palace, but also seemed to be not his palace, but in another kingdom.

Because that palace is far more magnificent and magnificent than the palace of the king. Polished white ivory is adorned on both sides of the long steps, gorgeous exotic flowers and plants are planted around the palace, and various murals are carved on the walls. Vaguely see the throne of the king standing in the open stone gate.

"God, what a beautiful palace."

King Sabo looked up at the palace and sighed subconsciously.

He tried to raise his feet, trying to get closer to that splendid prehistoric palace.

But when he took a step, an unprecedented sense of fatigue hit him.

King Saber bowed his head...

He was horrified to find that he had grown old at some point, ragged and destitute.

It seems that I will die of old age soon.

Even though it was a dream, King Sabo still couldn't believe it.

Death climbs up along the vine of aging, unexpectedly getting so close to oneself without knowing it.

King Sabo gritted his teeth. He tensed his whole body muscles, dragged his limbs, showed the stubbornness of a king, and struggled to step up the long steps.

He wanted to see who could sit in such a splendid palace.

Is it myself, or my descendants.

King Sabo climbed up the long steps step by step. He worked hard towards the gate of the palace, just to get a glimpse of the figure on the king's throne.

Panting heavily, he continued to climb despite the protests of the aging body in his dream.

Finally, Sabo stood in front of the gate of the palace.

He looked at everything in the palace in disbelief.

On the throne of the king, neither he nor his descendants sit.

It was Jalesto, the eldest son of the prophet Ar.

Alesto sat solemnly and majesticly on the throne of the king, as if giving orders anytime and anywhere to determine the direction of the entire kingdom.

Sabo stared at the scene before him in astonishment.

Suddenly, in this dream, there was a sudden force that drove King Sabo to look back.

King Sabo turned around, and the surrounding palaces suddenly disappeared, and a mural appeared in front of him without warning.

In this mural, the images of two people are engraved.

One is Sabo himself, and the other is his brother.

The fresco describes something succinct and clear:
A battle broke out between the king and the prophet, and this battle came to an end in a few days.

The image of Sabo collapsed, but the image of the prophet Yar stood up. In this brotherly struggle, the prophet won the victory.

King Sabo looked at everything on the mural in disbelief.

He was terrified, he was panicked.

It was Ar's image that stood up, not his own, and it was Ar's son who took the throne, not his own...

In the nightmare, Sabo screamed and woke up.

Sabo opened his eyes, and darkness came from all directions, covering him tightly.

He felt that the darkness around him was so viscous, with moisture, like some kind of chaos.

King Sabo was panting heavily with lingering fear. His nightmare not only woke him up, but also alarmed all the guards who were guarding the king at night.

The guards rushed into the room, looking at King Sabo with worry and fear.

Even King Sabor's eldest son broke into the room shortly after.

King Sabo raised his face and stood up from the bed. He looked at his eldest son, his heir to the throne. At this moment, that man's face was full of fear.

The king couldn't help comparing it with Alesto in his dream.

After this, King Sabo couldn't help feeling that his eldest son was disgustingly weak.

"Is it raining in Logos?"

King Sabo approached his eldest son slowly and asked indifferently.

The eldest son was startled, and turned his head to look outside.

Just like what his father said, the sky is covered with dark clouds at this moment, and there are tiny raindrops floating in the air, and a heavy rain will fall from the sky at any time.

"Yes, Father, it is raining."

The eldest son replied.

King Sabo pushed his eldest son away.

The eldest son was pushed violently, lost his balance for an instant, fell to the ground, and groaned in pain.

This further deepened the impression of weakness in King Sabo's heart.

The surrounding guards wanted to step forward to help the eldest son, but King Sabo glanced at them, and under the invisible threat, the guards stopped involuntarily.

The eldest son got up from the ground in embarrassment.

"Follow up."

King Saber said coldly.

"Where are you going, king?"

The eldest son watched in amazement as his father walked outside step by step,
"It's raining in Logos!"

King Sabo didn't say a word, and this lonely figure slowly walked into the messy rain.

The eldest son gritted his teeth, bypassed the other guards, and followed his father.

King Sabor stands on the land of the kingdom.

The slight rain was pervasive, and the howling wind shuttled through the woods, knocking off the loose bark little by little, and the flying leaves fluttered with the wind, hitting the ground heavily.

A rainstorm is getting closer and closer to the kingdom.

The eldest son stood behind his father. He didn't understand what Sa Bo was thinking, let alone why his father walked into the rain.

King Sabo looked ahead quietly, his eyes were firm and majestic.

The eldest son felt an invisible deterrence from King Sabo, a deterrence that he was far from comparable to.

"My eldest son,"

"I am your king, the first king in the world."

The eldest son was stunned. If Sa Bo hadn't called him just now, he would have thought his father was talking to himself.

He couldn't get used to the deterrence his father exuded.

"Do you know how the Logos got rational?"

King Saber asked.

The eldest son looked at his back.

"I know that one day, God suddenly appeared, and the father was the first person to gain reason."

King Saber nodded slightly.

"I want to tell you, my eldest son"

"The one who is called a prophet is the chosen one."

"And I am your king, the first to get the language, so why not the chosen one?"

After the majestic and solemn voice fell, the eldest son panicked for no reason, and even became at a loss.

"What are you afraid of, what are you panicking about?"

King Saber scolded sharply.

The eldest son trembled all over, and finally expressed the reason for his panic:
"king,"

"Did God really choose you?"

　Follow up, today!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)