only god

Chapter 26 Choose Me!

"Did God really choose you?"

The eldest son's question suddenly exploded in the air like a hidden thunderbolt.

King Sabo slowly turned his head and stared at his eldest son without saying a word.

"what are you saying?"

The eldest son couldn't help trembling, he heard the chill in his father's tone.

Although he had heard rumors that his father had been chosen, the rumors were just rumors after all, not as true as the prophet Al.

The eldest son didn't dare to vent his anger, and stood silently in the rain, he didn't dare to meet his father's eyes.

"You go."

King Saber said with words.

The eldest son looked at his father in horror, the voice was terribly unfamiliar.

In the end, the eldest son left, leaving King Sabo alone in the rain.

King Saber looked up at the sky.

The rain is getting heavier, the wind is beating on the ground, and the fallen leaves are noisy among the trees.

King Sabo looked at the dark sky, the moonlight had long since disappeared, and the scene in his dream haunted him like a ghost.

remember…

King Saber recalled the first time he led his tribe to hunt wild animals. It was an afternoon with dark clouds, and they hadn't learned the language yet.

At that time, an ape king turned his face to the sun, and the light was divided by the cloud, and everything became blurred. With his excellent eyesight, he stabbed a sharp branch into the body of a large beast, and the hot blood Just like that, the wailing of the wild beasts and the cheers of the people are still lingering in the glory.

King Sabo turned his face away. It was already night in Logos, and he could no longer see the sunshine of that day.

Dark clouds gathered above the Logos, and faint thunder interlaced among them.

glory...

King Sabo's thoughts still haven't calmed down, just like the undercurrent surging before the flood breaks the embankment, the glory that was once shelved by him flows out little by little, filling his body and mind.

The Logos people have just acquired the language, and their fur is falling off a little bit. They are restless and hesitant. They shoulder the heavy responsibility, leading everyone to hunt large wild animals, erecting fences and earthen cages on the ground, and establishing the prototype of a city.

Facing the rain, King Sabo looked at the dark cloud-covered sky, in which thunder lingered.

"I remember that time."

King Saber lowered his head and murmured,

"How beautiful life was at that time, and the glory surrounded me."

Back then he had the strength to drive a spear into the flesh of a prehistoric beast.

At that time, he could still call out loudly again and again, solemnly declaring the rise and fall of the kingdom with everyone.

At that time he...

Don't stand alone in the dark.

"God, Lord of all heaven and earth,"

"What are you doing?"

King Sabo raised his feet and paced in the rain, his voice trembling slightly,
"How can you sit back and watch these pasts pass away like this? Don't you have great power that ordinary people can't match?"

The rain fell on the ground, and the dust rose slightly, like fine smoke, lingering around King Sabo. The smoke seemed to be the glory of the past, which seemed to be within reach, but was out of reach.

King Saber was pacing, until then, he smelled the stale and cold smell in the air, the rain was making him old, and the Logos Kingdom established by him was getting old.

Wang is old, and even his sense of smell is no longer sensitive.

Dark clouds completely covered the sky, and the last ray of light was also dimmed, and the whole kingdom was plunged into darkness.

There are pools of water on the ground,
King Sabo stared sadly at himself in the reflection.

The self in the reflection is so weak, so old.

And in the past, in that glorious past...

It is I who said to everyone that our family has never had a name, it is I who said to everyone that from now on we will be separated from the beasts of the world...

King Sabo will never forget that day, when the mountain wind came slowly, and the fire flashed in front of everyone, he opened his arms and shouted an invincible midsummer.

"The king of men raised his arms and shouted again and again on the earth..."

King Sabo faced the sky and asked:
"Didn't you leave even a trace of memory for the gods?!"

A storm suddenly broke out, and cloudy clouds enveloped the kingdom in an instant. At first, it was raindrops, and then a torrent of rain came down, and the dilapidated land swept across the land in an instant.

King Sabo stood in the rain, and it seemed that the night would pass in an instant, the rainstorm would only last for a while, and the dawn of another day would come.

At that time, the glory will once again bathe King Sabo, a new day will begin, he will face new aging, and he will feel that life is gradually passing away, and the glory cannot be traced back.

King Sabo was alone, and no one dared to disturb the late king.

Thunder suddenly staggered and flickered among the clouds, and the wailing of all beings in the world was drowned in the rain.

King Sabo was walking in the rain, staring at the sky, and muttering to himself plainly:

"I have to face a new day, I have to face a new aging,"

"I had to accept my physical death,"

"I have to make concessions to time, so that the remaining days can be indulged in the glory of the past..."

The storm is getting bigger and bigger, as if it will never stop, the sound of thunder is shaking among the clouds, and in the rain, there is only the lonely figure of King Sabo.

He is the first king of the world.

He was the first to be rational.

He is the first man, the chosen one who is supposed to be like a prophet.

But he is not the chosen one after all.

No matter how good and reasonable those rumors are, what God revealed to the prophet Al was never revealed to King Sabor.

And these, Sappor himself clearly knows.

No matter how he tells himself, in fact he is as special as Yarna, and his weight is not less than Yarna, but the fact is there, and as the body ages, this fact becomes more and more clear.

Tears poured out of King Sabo's eyes, mixed in the rain, he walked silently, his figure disappeared into the rain.

The eldest son, the guards...the figures and gazes of those bystanders gradually faded away, and no one could disturb him anymore, and no one walked with him anymore.

"God, what are you doing?"

"Listen to my heart..."

"Don't let tonight become an untraceable memory."

In the heavy rain, King Sabo couldn't stand still and fell to the ground. He begged sadly and made a painful and trembling voice.

God didn't answer.

It was as if God had never chosen him.

In the sky, only the sound of thunder and heavy rain filled the ears, and the voices of all living beings on the earth were drowned out.

King Sabo could imagine the dawn of the second day, when the sun would pass through the shackles of the haze and shine on the earth, making the whole civilization never disappear.

Like dead wood, there is always new life.Just as the ape-man is shedding his fur, so the kingdom has to say goodbye to the fur of the past.

Casper does not want to be a fur that is shed by the kingdom.

The storm intensified, and the thunderbolts hit the ground. The roar shocked the whole world, and the ground trembled slightly, as if panicked.

King Sabo propped up his hands on the trembling ground.

"God..."

"I am the first king in the world, the first person to be rational."

King Saber murmured.

Glory is fading, fading in rain, fading in time.

The storm was restless, and there were violent noises on the ground. King Saber looked up at the sky. He was once confused and helpless. Now that confusion was about to fade away, he stood up.

He is the king, the king of the Logos, and he cannot sit by and let his glory pass.

He cannot sit on the throne of kings.

King Sabo raised his head, and raised his arms once again, like a memory from the past, and uttered a deafening cry:

"God..."

He stands on the earth,
"Choose me!"

"Don't leave me in the glory of the past!"

King Sabo faced the vast sky, and he was finally going to shout himself loudly in the rainstorm.

"God, choose me!"

"Show your miracles in this world"

"Don't make me so unbearable, don't just abandon me like this!"

The violent storm roared here, King Sabo held his head proudly, and the old blood seemed to flow through his whole body for a moment.

Wang stood alone in the rain, and the torrential rain fell from the sky almost madly,
Not even a pair of eyes looked at him through the rain.

Just like wheat falling on the ground, many seeds are about to grow, and the heavy rain still falls on the ground, blowing up thunder one after another peacefully.

The king heard the sound of rain, thunder, and storm...

Among these deafening voices, not even one voice said to him: I choose you.

King Saber knelt alone in the rain, facing the sky, weeping sadly and silently.

When the storm subsided and the dawn of the next day was approaching, this night became his untraceable memory after all.

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Chen Yi stared at the ancient chaos.

This is the second time he came to the ancient chaos, and he stared straight into the depths of darkness.

For nearly a hundred years, Chen Yi's gaze has not been limited to the Logos people. He often puts the Logos people aside temporarily and looks at the thousands of scenes in the world.

Those creatures with life, without exception, have one or several pale golden lines of fate.

The lines of fate intertwine and change with each other, and finally fall towards the future where the general outline can be figured out.

From time to time, the eyes of God will extend along the line of fate in the distant time to observe the changes in the future.

And he was surprised to find out.

After a long time, countless threads of fate point in the same direction, pointing to the border of the world.

It points to the ancient chaos and the original will of the world represented by the chaos.

Before the creation of the world, chaos ruled the world. It can be said that it was the starting point of everything, and the world stood still forever at the starting point.

But now, countless lines of destiny are all pointing in the same direction, pointing here, like a return, the creatures on the earth will return to the original starting point in death.

According to God's observation, the ancient chaos has begun to gather again and again since the pale power erupted last time, and the speed of power gathering is now hundreds or even thousands of times faster than before. The moment that the ancient chaos could not contain...

Then, the world returned to its original appearance, the sky and the earth were empty and chaotic, and the face of the abyss was dark.

The god stared at the ancient chaos in front of him.

These ancient chaos that sometimes surges, sometimes expands, and sometimes collapses does not have the so-called rationality or spiritual intelligence. It only has a certain instinct to drive itself away.

"Since the power erupting in this darkness is enough to transform the world."

The god seems to be talking to himself, and it seems to be declaring to the chaos in front of him,
"Then can I transform you?"

Chen Yi had this idea, not achieved overnight, but after a long period of verification and thinking.

Moreover, He did not have just one thought, but a series of thoughts, one after another.

Sooner or later, this pale force will erupt on this earth, and sooner or later it will change the form of life, leading those lives to each other and self-extinction.

Then, why not let rational beings take advantage of this power and at the same time control it with reason.

Make the whole world move towards a state of balanced evolution.

"I can't let this power explode on the earth without restraint and without direction. I have to go through some kind of ceremony to let this power be used and consumed by people. Until my existence is completely stabilized."

God stares at the ancient chaos, He has already made a plan.

The gathering and eruption of the ancient chaos didn't have any rules at all. Chen Yi had a hunch that this time the eruption of the pale power would be much earlier than the last time, and it would also be much weaker.

First, wait for the power of the center of chaos to self-detonate. At that time, another prehistoric rainstorm will fall on the earth, and even gather into a flood to drown countless lives.

After that, on top of the chaos, a channel for people to communicate with this force is built, and the mysterious laws of access and restraint are planned.

God could foresee that this would become the ultimate origin of mysticism in later generations.

However, this plan is not perfect.

First of all... Judging from my current unstable existence, it is temporarily difficult to grasp the scale of the ancient chaos outbreak.

When and to what extent the ancient chaos will erupt, everything is unpredictable.

Like the last time, it might accumulate pale power for hundreds of millions of years before erupting, and there is no lack of possibility of erupting at this moment, it will detonate at any time.

God is also unable to determine the scale of this eruption, whether it is just right, or enough to destroy the world.

and……

"In today's world, only Logosians possess rationality."

Compared with tens of millions of species in the world, the population of Logosians is too rare, and so far it is only tens of thousands.

These tens of thousands of people can't control the power of the ancient chaos.

"There must be more rational life on this earth..."

God was lost in thought,

"The first rational Logos people will lead the subsequent world, and then they will multiply together on the earth."

It seems so easy.

However, God is pleased with the Logos, so he is unwilling to impose a certain mission on the Logos. The Logos must be aware of it and be willing.

If you don't do this, it will be like betraying the supreme principle and the compassion in your soul.

God had to start thinking...

Under what circumstances would people seek the approval of another group of rational beings?

God closes his eyes, he thinks like a man.

When will people hope that there are not only rational beings like us in this world?
"We are afraid of being alone, of being hopeless."

At this moment, Chen Yi regards herself as a member of the human race.

"We're afraid of coming into this world with no purpose and leaving with no purpose."

"We are afraid of the vast expanse of land where we are alone, no one else has witnessed the rise and fall of our civilization, no one else has touched the traces of our struggles in history."

"After we passed away, we were submerged in the collapsed rubble as if we had never been here. Our existence turned out to be an illusion, just like a dream we had. Under the obliteration of time, only Eternal emptiness. We're afraid, we can't be this alone."

(End of this chapter)