only god

Chapter 415 Repeated History

King Oro stood on the long steps of the palace, overlooking the Kingdom of Nus in front of him from top to bottom.

Simir, another king of the kingdom, stood by his side and accompanied him.

Now the sun has just risen, and the kingdom in front of them looks like a newborn baby under the sun. The people of Logos wake up from their sleep one after another. They face the direction of the mountains as usual, pray to the gods, and then start a day of life.

"How much have we changed since we were given language...since God called Logos?"

King Oro looked at the kingdom in front of him peacefully, and said so.

If only it was always like this.

At sunrise, the elves gave up their disputes and prayed to the same god together. Everything was peaceful and peaceful, and disputes and rifts seemed to never exist.

"I don't know, King Oro,"

The young Simir King said with a smile:

"I only know that at the beginning, we were still living a life of bare bones and drinking blood, and we didn't even have words."

King Oro said with emotion:

"Yeah, not even text...

At that time, the Logos people did not understand the meaning of death, let alone how to believe in it. It was not until the appearance of the prophet Yar that we called gods gods and gradually established the primitive tribes under our feet into a real kingdom. "

King Simir said:
"Now, we not only have writing, but also have furnaces, ironware, and silk threads... We have gone through many crises of rationality and created our own kingdom in the wild.

We continue as the oldest race to this day,

The world's first kingdoms came from our hands.

The mountains are our holy places, and we, as the sons of God, believe in our God. "

From the words of the latter, King Oro glimpsed the vicissitudes of the elves for tens of thousands of years.

In an insignificant corner of the world, the Logos was born and became the starting point of civilization and the origin of all reason.

It was the Logos who lit the torch of civilization.

The later intelligent races were all created by the gods in imitation of the Logos people. They suffered disasters on the earth, while the elves enjoyed the peace of life in the paradise.

Unfortunately…

The kingdom is tearing apart.

King Oro quietly looked at the kingdom in front of him.

He had stood on the long steps and looked at the kingdom countless times, seeing the radiance of the sun pervading the surroundings of Nus with his own eyes, and among the layers of buildings, there were voices of prayers everywhere.

But now it's different.

When the sun rose as usual, there were voices of strife everywhere.

The Logos people were torn apart. They were once united by their beliefs, but now they are torn apart because of differences in beliefs. The darkness of the human heart is more hopeless than the darkness of the world, and the gully of the human heart is deeper than the abyss of the world. .

An invisible torrential rain swept across the kingdom.

Numirda's impulsiveness caused all this and caused irreparable consequences.

The Logos people cannot accept that their siblings obey other gods, and in turn require themselves to obey other gods. This is undoubtedly a kind of betrayal for devout elves.

For the Logos, who seldom experienced precariousness, the weight of faith far outweighed everything.

"It's like a harbinger of... a crisis of reason."

King Oro murmured.

King Simir knew what he was thinking, and he couldn't help asking:
"Why do we always have to go through this crisis?"

King Oro raised his face, the wrinkles on his face were full of sunlight,

"Because we are too happy."

King Simir seemed to understand something.

"King Simir, we hardly ever worry about survival."

King Oro said slowly.

King Simir couldn't help asking:

"Does history always repeat itself?"

He does not mean that.

The words of King Simil fell into King Oro's ears. The latter's eyes were solemn, his brows were squeezed together, his old lips were slightly parted, and the breath lingered in his throat. No matter what he couldn't get it out, he could only helplessly Swallow back into the lungs.

King Oro is plunged into memories of the past.

He remembered that on the rebirth day every ten years, it was always the happiest day for the whole race.

Even though the elves who are isolated from the world are almost insulated from the turmoil of the earth, they are still happy for the coming of the kingdom of heaven.

Whenever the rebirth celebration comes, they will take a canoe, with the help of a narwhal, to cross the ocean, go to the holy land, and make a pilgrimage with those stone slaves and true believers. They face the radiance Pray, and at night, there are still people in an endless stream. After that, the Logos people in the whole kingdom sang various poems and cheered and praised.

"How wonderful..."

The old king lost his mind.

King Ximir lowered his head, thought of something, and after a while, he comforted him:

"King Oro, we don't have to worry so much...

No matter what happens, God will give us the best arrangements and the best words. "

King Oro came back to his senses, his eyes were full of pain,
"I'm old, and it won't be long before I stand before God and accept His judgment.

If at that time, the Logos people kill each other, what face will I have?
Am I going to say...God, this fault is not mine, but Your arrangement, Your words? "

King Ximir sighed, he had nothing to say but sighed.

King Oro spent his whole life worrying about the entire kingdom. He lost a child and was about to lose his eldest son. Even so, he still couldn't heal the rift between the two races, or even the gradually divided elves.

"King Simir, those see Numirda as a new Tertullian.

Does history really repeat itself?
He will leave here and lead them to build a new kingdom. Will the beauty there be far better than here? "

King Oro asked.

King Simir looked at the kingdom that was gradually falling into disputes, and said after a while:
"Maybe, maybe it's really repeating."

The Logos people are the origin of rational life. They established the first kingdom in the world, and the spring of civilization gushed out from then on, making the originally barren land bear the fruit of wisdom.

The Logosians are the sons of God.

"We are the children of God...

We once built a great country, but it collapsed overnight because of greed,
We used to claim to be rational, but we were vulnerable in the crisis of rationality.
King Simil...

When will we be proud enough to stand under the mountain and show our achievements to the gods?

Or, all along, no matter what God has warned, we have to disobey it until the final flood comes before we know that we should repent? "

After King Simil finished listening, he looked at King Oro in disbelief.

In the eyes of this old king who has witnessed the alternation of spring and autumn for six hundred years, there is an unparalleled power.

"History can't always repeat itself..."

The voice fell to his ears, and King Simir asked in astonishment:
"King Oro,

What do you want to do?
Wait for the word of God! "

However, King Oro's heart has long been unshakable. Instead of looking at King Simil, he looked at the kingdom under his feet.
"God has spoken,
Just as he had a mission long ago.

We are the wheat of God. "

Son of God,

This grace is enough for you to squander.

(End of this chapter)