only god

Chapter 49 What should I do?
a few days later.

King Sabo's body has been buried, but Yar can't remember where it was buried. In the past few days, he felt as if he had spent decades or even hundreds of years.

The king is dead.

The Kingdom of Logos has never experienced such great changes.

Yar felt that he shouldn't tell the Logos people, and he couldn't say a word about the sleeping god.

What if... what if my fleeting words cause another rational crisis in this world loved by gods...

Yar felt that his people could not bear all this.

The narwhals reunited with Yar and Alesto, and they were extremely jubilant. These days, the narwhals have been singing the whale song every day,
"Father, their singing has changed a lot more than before..."

Jalesto looked at the narwhals in amazement,
"It's a lot more complicated than before."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he didn't see them for a few days, but he actually felt that these narwhals were much smarter.

Yar remained silent, and slowly sat down on the long steps of the palace.

"Father,"

"Dertullian is back. When Sabor persecuted the priests, he took his mother and escaped from the kingdom with the surviving priests. Now he is back."

Seeing his father so silent, Jalesto told the news.

Hearing the second son's name, Yar finally raised his face. He recalled something and turned his head suddenly.

In the palace stood the king's throne made of stone.

Al's pupils shrank.

After the death of King Sabo, after the initial panic, the prestigious elders and wise men in the kingdom decided to support a new king, and among them, the best candidate was the brother, the prophet Yaer.

However, Yar sternly rejected the request of the elders and wise men.

Therefore, the elders and wise men decided to support Alesto as king.

they said:
"Prophet, how can God allow the Logos to have no king? The Logos has had a king since the ape-man, and the Logos cannot accept a day without a king."

The elders and wise men gave many convincing reasons around this sentence.

Nor could Arr imagine what life would be like for the Logos without a king, without a leader.

Plus, what God has spoken.

So the Prophet acquiesced.

But, deep in his heart, Sabo's cursed fangs pierced his heart like fangs before he died.

Yar fears that his two children will fight after his death.

This will tear them apart, and it will tear the entire kingdom apart.

Jalesto looked at his father thoughtfully.

The tacit understanding between father and son made him guess his father's worries.

"Father…"

"Remember the story of the swan hunter?"

Arles turned his gaze to Jalesto at this time.

"You told me and Tertullian."

Jalesto's eyes were shining in the sun,
"At last the hunter said: 'I will be a brother to the falcon, and I will love my brother.' And at last he changed into a swan."

Arles widened his eyes when he heard Jalesto's retelling, then shook his head and laughed. How could he have forgotten that story, which he often told. When Jalesto and Tertullian were young, he Just expect something from them.

The Prophet sighed and stood up from the long steps in front of the palace.

"Come, Alesto, let us return to your mother and Tertullian."

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Dozens of days have passed, and the Kingdom of Logos has begun to rebuild. It is worth celebrating for these prehistoric rational beings. Because their civilization is too primitive, even slash-and-burn farming is an untouched field, so they cannot build complex houses. The flood As soon as it retreats, let the sun dry it for a few days, then repair it, and it can be in charge of the house again.

This is a blessing in misfortune.

The narwhals manipulated the sea back to the sea near the kingdom, flooding many low-lying places, so the sea was much closer to the kingdom, and they settled down there.

They came by riding the flood and left by riding the flood. Every Logosian believed that these big fish were the messengers of the gods, so the mighty power of the gods became more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

And when Alesto announced to them that these big fish would guard the kingdom in the future, the Logos people were even more excited.
Yar stood on the altar on the mountainside, looking at this revived civilization, with a rare smile on his face.

The prophet was old and sat on the edge of the altar, stroking the altar.

He recalled the events of the past few dozen days.

Jalesto was elected as king, but he has not yet sat on the throne of the king. He temporarily acts as a law garden priest to organize reconstruction in the kingdom. According to his own instructions, he will not take the throne until he dies.

The Law Garden was rebuilt, and Tertullian, as his second son, was granted the status of priest by his eldest son, Alesto, which was also a rare gesture of friendship between brothers.

...............

Yar thought about it slowly, and realized that it wasn't really a big deal.

He stood up with the horn in his hand, and the cold wind on the mountainside made the old man shiver.

The servant beside him rushed forward and supported him.

Yaer glanced at the altar on the mountainside, and his eyes just fell on the throne he dedicated to Sabo.

He stretched out his hand, stroked the throne closest to the altar, wanted to say something, finally sighed, and took his hand back.

"Prophet, are you leaving the altar?"

the servant asked.

Yar nodded slowly, as long as he went down the mountain.

At this time...

Suddenly, a cloud of cool wind rushed into Yar's old chest, refreshing.

Yar raised his face involuntarily, and it just so happened that the old man's eyes fell on the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is shining with a faint brilliance.

Yar froze.

The unreal brilliance swept over his body and mind like a miracle, as if at a certain moment, the mission of his life came suddenly.

"Let me go."

He said, pushing the servant away.

The servant was stunned, he didn't know what the prophet was going to do.

Yaer stretched out his hand, pointed to the top of the mountain, and said excitedly:
"God is leading me there."

The old man was as excited as a child.

The servant looked at Al in disbelief, and the prophet's behavior was not so much agitation as a dying old man's reflection.

In an instant, the Logos man's eyes became moist.

"Prophet, are you leaving?"

Yar froze for a moment.

He stretched out his hand and looked at his skin against the bones, so he was so old.

Then, Al nodded slowly.

"Yes, boy, it's time."

Saying that, Yar faced the mountaintop alone, and once again climbed the road to glory.

The prophet didn't know what to do after he reached the top of the mountain.But he still wanted to go up the mountain without hesitation.

He has climbed this road many times.

but,

Never has it been filled with an unspeakable power like this time.

That power is called hope.

Yar didn't know what was waiting for him on the top of the mountain, just like hundreds of years ago, he didn't know if he would find the answer on the top of the mountain.

The cold wind rushed towards Yar's face, mixed with flying snow.

"Oh God,"

"Please bless me one more time."

Yar lowered his head and walked forward against the wind and snow.

The wind and snow suddenly weakened, as if he had obeyed someone's order and made way for him.

Yaer walked this road up the mountain, slowly and steadily, how difficult this road used to be, of course he remembered the wind and snow that day, as if the whole world was preventing him from finding the answer.

Footprints were added to the snow, Yar raised his head, the mountain top was getting closer, and small snowdrifts could be seen breaking apart and falling everywhere.

It reminded him of the avalanche that day, God, that nearly buried his life.

Of course, Yar would also think of a seasoned hunter—death.

A snowdrift fell from the sky and hit Yar's back, and he turned his head.

"Oh, it's you."

Al said to himself.

The ghost of death lingered, it guarded this mountain road, waiting for the prophet for hundreds of years, and the sickle was polished to be extremely sharp.

"Wait a minute, wait for me."

As Al said, he walked towards the top of the mountain without hesitation.

This time, Death showed enough patience.

Al walked for a long time, he was old, he couldn't walk anymore, and when he reached the cliff, he was out of breath.

He decided to take a break.

Al rested for a long time, until he felt strong enough to stand up.

The old man put his hands on the cliff and slowly climbed up. The memory was thrown away by him, and he didn't have the energy to think about it anymore.

Finally, Yar returned to the top of the mountain.

He looked at the top of the mountain, looking for the direction of the light.

Then, Al saw the branch planted by God.

It is this branch that gives the Logos language that shines.

Yar stared at the branch and walked step by step.

Finally, he came to the branch, stretched out his hand, and stroked the branch planted by the god.

Does God touch it like this too?
Al didn't know.

He only knows,

There is a shining person who took good care of this green branch before.

Yaer's strength has been losing since reaching the top of the mountain. Seeing the brilliance at this moment, his tense heart relaxes.

At this time, Yaer felt confused in his heart.

I came here by myself, so what should I do?
Yar lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the branch. It was strange that the radiance from the branch was as warm as a god.

Everything seems to be God's arrangement, to lead this old man to a high mountain.

As for himself, he walked up to the top of the mountain without hesitation.

Now, I have no strength to go down the mountain.

So in this last moment, what should I do?
Al sat down and looked into the distance.

I am old... crying, pouring heartbreaking tears, wailing, sorrow, these things no longer exist, and I look at everything calmly.

This life has gone through so many ups and downs, all of which seem insignificant at this moment, and there is only lingering grief left in my heart.

The shining branch was behind him, as if the Lord was standing behind the old man, waiting for this vicissitudes of life.

He felt tired, sleepiness swept over him.

Yar closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the radiance, and slowly leaned his head back.

The soul slowly left his body and went towards the brilliance.

"Oh God,"

"what should I do?"

Before dying, Al asked himself.

Then he answered softly:
"To love, to praise, to walk with you..."

(End of this chapter)