only god

Chapter 33 I already know the answer
Yar and Jalesto rowed forward, and the singing voice began to become clear, and it was no longer faintly visible.

Jalesto became more and more excited. He stood up from the canoe and pointed into the distance.

"Listen, how clear the song is!"

Of course Yar heard it, but he was full of doubts.

"Sit down, Jalesto, let's discuss a matter."

Yar spoke, as in the law garden in the past.

Hearing these familiar words, Jalesto quickly turned his head and sat down reluctantly.

"Look, there's something singing over the sea."

Al pointed forward and said,

"It can sing, proving that it has wisdom... But I have never heard of it. There is a life in this world other than the Logos that has reason."

Alesto listened to his father's analysis, he didn't fall into deep thought as usual, his face was blushing, and he argued:

"What are you thinking, Father? We've been sailing all day, and we've come across nothing but the sea. Finally... there's a voice on the road we must pass.

Could this be the singing of some kind of monster?What are you afraid of?Are you afraid of challenging your pedantic and closed world? "

Yar was speechless for a moment, his eldest son always being eloquent.

"Going forward, we've got to know what that is. And, it's on our way."

Jalesto said excitedly.

Arles was not convinced by Jalesto, but among so many arguments of Jalesto, only one was the only one he had to admit.

That singing is on the way.

Yar remained vigilant, while Alesto changed from usual, showing the enthusiasm that a young man should have for the unknown world.

The father and son rowed the boat in the direction of the singing, and the singing was getting closer and closer, Yaer's brows became more and more wrinkled.

Jalesto listened to the singing with an almost fanatical expression.

The canoe moved forward under the waves of the sea, and Yar and Jalesto saw a dark silhouette on the vast sea level shrouded in darkness.

"Land! Land! A small land!"

With the excellent eyesight of a young man, Jalesto saw an island in the sea.

The singing seemed so close at hand.

The canoe of the father and son was getting closer and closer to the huge island. They looked into the distance and prepared to land there.

Then Jalesto stood up, the island was very close, and he couldn't wait to jump on it, looking for the source of the singing.

Duo, Mi!

As they approached a certain place, the sound suddenly became extremely loud.

The sea surface was calm just now, but at this moment, the vision suddenly appeared!
The waves surged, as if some creature was about to jump out of the sea, the father and son's eyes widened.

Under the bright moonlight, they suddenly saw a sharp reef growing on the edge of the island, many huge fish crashed and died on it, and then, under the reef, large slender fish crawled out one after another.

Jalesto screamed. He saw a fish he had never seen before. They were as big as a man, with their vocal cords exposed, and they sang seductively.He immediately pulled out the bone knife in his arms.

The father and son didn't know that these creatures were the ancestors of the sea monsters thousands of years later, and they would kill many sailors in the future.

These siren ancestors didn't have much intelligence, and they used singing to induce fish schools to gather and crash on the reef. Now when they saw the two Logosians, their eyes suddenly looked fierce.

Pairs of pale yellow eyes peered out in the darkness.

Cold sweat broke out on Yar's body, and then he saw the vocal cords of the siren originators vibrate, making a more seductive tone.

"No, that's not it!"

Jalesto suddenly raised his head and wailed in pain, the bone knife in his hand fell on the canoe.

Yar saw Alesto fall into some kind of hallucination, he was shocked, but before he could react, he felt dizzy, and a feeling of nausea and guilt jumped out of his mind.

Hallucinations began to appear in his eyes, and scenes he did not want to see emerged.

In the singing, Arles saw that after his death, Alesto and Tertullian were going to break up. They used to be brothers, but now they are enemies, and they want to kill each other.

Al panicked, and feelings of despair and sadness jumped out of his heart.

The singing voices of those sea monster originators are like poisonous snakes, they never slack off, chasing after their prey victoriously.

The song led him into a vision of terror.

The singing voices of those siren ancestors became louder and louder, and the hallucinations in Yar's mind became deeper and deeper.

He began to see many more unbearable and sad pictures, and this hallucination quickly dominated his heart.

Slowly, a burst of elusive darkness began to envelop, great fear hit Yar's whole body, his hands trembled, and he wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be frozen by something.

frozen...

cold…

Al felt a sudden coldness.

He felt that his heartbeat slowed down, and even his heart was subdued by the cold. He realized that his consciousness was gradually weakening, but he was powerless to stop it.

Al felt the coldness, lured by the singing.

He suddenly saw the most dreadful day.

That day, he was trapped in a cave with a wise man.

The wind and snow outside the cave was raging and never stopped. As long as he surrendered and gave up, he would no longer have to be tortured in his heart.

Yar lowered his head, and he saw that his body was covered in bruises, and his exhaustion instantly conquered his body.

The wind and snow raged in front of him, as if it had exhausted his life, and it would not stop there.

The cold and darkness squeezed Yar, forcing him to give in like this, telling him over and over again:

You will never find out.

Al stared at the wind and snow.

"But I already know the answer,"

He just murmured:

"Just on the way to the glory of the mountain top, that's where God is."

Yar tensed up all his nerves, driving himself in the hallucination, in front of the blizzard, stood up with all his strength, and broke into the vigorous blizzard.

That was the day I feared the most.

But it was also a day when he was saved.

I climbed a high mountain through hardships and obstacles, and was chosen by God!
Just like hundreds of years ago, death miscalculated the will of the prophets, at this moment, the songs of the originators of the sirens also made the same mistake.

Yar saw through the illusion in front of him and opened his eyes. He saw the originators of the sirens approaching slowly, trying to grind them to pieces with their sharp fangs.

The Prophet grabbed the paddle, and with the excellent physical ability of the Logos, he rushed forward, stood on the sharp corner of the canoe, swung it high, and slammed it down hard.

A siren originator was hit hard on his huge vocal cords, and he howled in pain. His singing voice suddenly became chaotic, and even the singing voices of other siren originators also became chaotic.

At this moment, Jalesto finally got out of the hallucination. He fell to the ground with fear all over his face.

"Row! Alesto! Row!"

Yar's loud cry brought him back from fear to reason.

Jalesto quickly propped up the oars and rowed backwards with all his strength.

Yaer stood on the sharp corner of the canoe, waving the paddle in his hand, deterring the group of siren originators from coming forward.

(End of this chapter)