only god

Chapter 485

As he entered the holy place, the old believer looked weaker and weaker, but his eyes were still fixed on the front, as if the strings in his heart were tense every day he didn't go to the holy place.

Looking at such a godfather, Wildo couldn't help but recall that he said that he would die in the Holy Land. Thinking about it this way, he felt sighs again and again.

"Nothing?"

After dinner, Wildo took the initiative to ask.

The old believer was sitting on a chair, his whole body stretched out like dried cowhide. He opened his eyes vigorously and said:
"It doesn't matter what it is."

Wildo said:

"Hey, don't say that, you haven't reached the Holy Land yet, have you?"

The old believer nodded tremblingly.

The hardships along the way have almost exhausted what little life he had left, and made his voice much quieter when he prayed, and his figure was even more shaky, and he needed Wildo to see and help him at any time.

The weakness of the old believer was reflected in Wildo's eyes, he fell silent, not knowing what to say.

But perhaps nothing needs to be said.

Moving on, everyone in the religious group was amazed by the scenery of the ancient kingdom of elves. They were like Logos people who had just mastered the language, pointing at various things. There is no doubt that the section near the Holy Land The road is the easiest part of the whole pilgrimage.

Wildo was always afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the old believer would fall halfway.

He once heard that some old people may have nothing to do when the situation is the most tense, but once they relax, they close their eyes and never wake up again.

This dwarf youth was a little nervous all day long, even in the middle of the night, he only dared to sleep lightly.

"After going to the Holy Land, where do you want to go? Nus? Go there and meet the kingdom built by King Deltulian. I heard that the elves there have always been friendly."

It was another night, and the order stopped in a town.

They are already very close to the former king's capital, and it won't be long before they will really set foot on the holy land.

"There's no need to go to so many places."

The old believer spoke up.

Wildo asked:

"Just going to the Holy Land is enough? We have gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers to get here..."

The aged face of the old believer squeezed out a smile,

"For me, just going to the Holy Land is enough."

The dwarf was very old, and he was often out of breath after walking a short distance, and his gray beard was as brittle as dead straw.

Hearing these words, Wildo suddenly became silent again, his heart felt uncomfortable, and the corners of his eyes were sour, but he didn't say anything, just remained silent.

"Remember that story?"

At this time, the old believer suddenly asked.

"what story?"

Wildo raised his head and asked.

"A story about Sealand."

Wildor certainly remembered that story.

Zilan, the disciple of the Prophet, once hesitated about his mission, doubted himself, doubted his own mission, and finally realized that God was always with him and walked with him.

And finally, when he was praying in prison, a miracle appeared, and he disappeared.

"Do you know where the most subtle part of this story is?"

After the old believer finished speaking, he coughed several times and his body was shaking.

Wildo shook his head and said:

"do not know…"

The old believer took a deep breath and said slowly:

"After the miracle appeared, Zealand disappeared."

Wildo was a little confused. He looked at the old believer in confusion, trying to get an exact explanation from the godfather, but the old believer said nothing, closed his eyes, leaned on the chair, and then he took a steady breath.

The dwarf youth looked at his sleeping father, lowered his head, clasped his hands together, tears could not help falling from the corners of his eyes, he sobbed silently in the night, as if he had a premonition of something.

At dusk on the third day, the cult members finally arrived at the former royal city.

Raising their heads, everyone can see the towering holy mountain, and the plain silver dress reflects the endless brilliance of the sky, and the sacred feeling instantly permeates the soul.

"Holy place, it's a holy place!"

"The mountain that Prophet Yar climbed, the mountain that Prophet Norn climbed!"

"Lord, we are finally here!"

Under the great shock, everyone knelt down involuntarily. They trembled lightly, clasped their hands together, and recited the sentences in the scriptures in unison. After a long time, they stood up again and approached the high mountain.

At this moment, the religious group was even more excited than when they first stepped into the Old Kingdom a few days ago. Wildo noticed that even the usually calm old believers were short of breath at this moment.

The religious group walked very quickly, and even the elf priests who came to meet them couldn't keep up. When they came to the foot of the mountain and looked up, they saw an endless lawn garden full of golden wheat.

"Law Garden... The Law Garden that Yar used to wander around, the Law Garden established by him! The first one in the world!"

At first glance, the scene was not magnificent, but when thousands of wheat bowed their heads in the wind, and the plump ears of wheat were filled with bright light, the sacred feeling shook the soul again.

For a long time, the footprints of true believers have spread all over the world. When a grain of wheat falls on the ground, a garden of laws will appear instantly. Thousands of ears of wheat bow their heads in prayer, accompanied by the rhythm of the scriptures, praising the beauty of life. God's gift.

"In holy places, people come together to find the way to salvation."

The missionary priest couldn't help sighing.

The old believers walked slowly into the regular garden full of wheat, and when they looked up, they could see the faint glow on the high mountain.

He stretched out his hand and murmured:

"We have finally arrived. The mountain is the glory of God, and there is a city in heaven."

Wildo hurriedly followed the old believer.

"Wildo, did you see it?"

asked the old believer aloud.

"The light on the mountain? I see it."

The old believer nodded in relief, he knelt down slowly, lowered his head and kissed the ears of wheat in front of him.

"On the half-hillside there is an altar of God and the mural of the prophet Ar. It was erected by King Jalesto and depicts the earliest history of the Logos people. Do you want to go and see it? Let's go there together."

Wildo pointed to the half-hillside, his voice was a little hasty, he didn't know why he was so anxious.

Anxious, as if about to lose something.

The old believer didn't stand up, he was still kneeling, with his head bowed, and his breathing sounded weaker and weaker.

"So be it."

His voice sounded so weak.

Wildo suddenly turned his head and looked at the old believer in disbelief.

The sky is dark and dark. During this period of pilgrimage, how many hardships he has experienced, and how many sunsets he has experienced on this old face, no matter what has happened, it has passed away with the wind.

"Our whole life... has been running to find redemption."

The old believer didn't raise his head, as if he had lost all strength,
"And now, Wildo,
The time has come and the days are fulfilled. "

After finishing speaking, the body of the old believer slowly fell down in the garden full of wheat, his breathing was so weak that he stopped directly, and when Wildo rushed up, the old man would no longer wake up.

Wildo was trembling all over, and the people around him panicked. They called out to the old believers and rushed over, but no one could disturb the tranquility and peace of the old man.

"After the miracle appeared, Xilan disappeared..."

Hugging the godfather, Wildo recalled the conversation last night, and he burst into tears,
"Yeah... disappeared, and you disappeared too!"

people live in the world,
He has spent his whole life trying to find redemption.

And when people are redeemed, they no longer need to be displaced.

Breeze passed by the world's first lawful garden, the plump ears of wheat drooped one after another, the glory of the high mountain stood in the distance, the true believers sat down on their knees, they bowed their heads, doing sacraments, praying to God, and comforting the old man The departed soul.

The plain that witnessed the fall of the gods is now full of mountains and flowers, and there is a travel-stained traveler named Salvation.

　I may have a day off tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)