only god

Chapter 75

Food is getting less and less.

Tertullian went to the ship's granary where food was stored and stared at the cow.

Antinon once relayed Cargauth's prophecy, saying that there is a cow that must never be killed, because killing it will definitely lead to disaster.

Tertullian stepped forward and stroked the back of the cow, which bowed its head and meekly ate its feed.

"If you kill it, you will suffer disaster... But, aren't the gods forcing us to kill this cow?"

Tertullian's eyes were bloodshot. Not only did he suffer from hunger like the other Logosians, but sometimes, in order to appease people, he had to divide his share of food.

However, in the face of the panic brought about by hunger, all these struggles were in vain.

"Gods... are you forcing me to kill this cow, so that you have enough reason to bring disaster?"

Those gods of unknown origin did such things and gave such oracles not only for the Logos, but also for themselves.

If the Logos disobeyed the oracle and killed the cow, the gods could justifiably send disasters.

If it is recorded in the epic by the Logos people of later generations, the gods will not be blamed, but the disobedience of the world will be blamed.

Although these are only speculations, Tertullian feels that such speculations are not far from ten.

Tertullian thought how ridiculous the gods and their promises were.

He gently smoothed the cow's beard and hair, and told himself over and over again that the cow must not be killed unless it is desperate.

Humans are nothing compared to the gods.

Ants can have no faith, but they must not openly disobey.

A short time later Tertullian came out of the granary and onto the deck.

When the scrawny, sallow and emaciated Logosians saw the leader, they gathered towards him in twos and threes, as if as long as they came to this person, no matter how hungry they were, they would always find some comfort in their hearts.

Tertullian sees Antinon, who is shoving and sitting on the pole of the deck.

After comforting the Logos people around him, he approached Antinon alone.

Antinon noticed Tertullian, raised his face, and gave him a bitter smile.

"Dertullian..."

Antinon said hoarsely:
"A lot of people started eating clothes."

Tertullian heard it in his ears, and he could naturally see what Antinon said.

The Logos people, who were on the verge of collapse, began to tear off the clothes made of animal skins, and then gnawed and swallowed them together with their daily rations.

Compared with the lack of food, what is more terrible is the lack of fresh water.

Although Deltullian filtered the sea water day and night without slack, the water source that can be filtered can only barely meet half of the demand.

The Logos people on board were tortured until their mouths were parched, and walking on the sea was like wandering in a desert.

Under the sun, Tertullian's brows were about to droop.

The king's brother, the second son of the prophet in the prime of his life, is now tortured to the point of dying.

Antinon licked his lips with his tongue, hoping to moisten his mouth.

After a long time, Antinon said:

"Remember what I said earlier?"

"remember."

Tertullian looked directly at him and said in a low voice:
"You're saying that we suffer such terrible ordeals because of reason."

"Yes... It is precisely because we are rational, the earliest rational beings in this world, that the gods have taken a fancy to us."

Antinon murmured, he seemed to be speaking to Tertullian, and he seemed to be speaking to himself,

"It's also because we are rational. When we face fear, the fear is far greater than other beasts. Reason magnifies fear, as if we are alive on the flames, burning cruelly and painfully."

Tertullian looked at the neurotic Antinon, the young priest was no longer as complacent as before, and now he, like a dead leaf blown by the autumn wind, was about to wither.

Antinon was about to lose his mind.

"Do you know what I'm going to say?"

Antinon asked hoarsely.

"do not know."

Del Turian said.

Antinon jumped up from the ground, grabbed Tertullian's neck like a hungry wolf, and said fiercely:

"Reason is not only a gift, but also a torture, a punishment!"

"We think we have the most precious food in the world, but... the most precious thing is torturing us and making us so miserable."

"Dertullian...

Maybe, maybe... maybe as apes and beasts, we are far happier than we are now..."

Antinon yelled frantically, strangled Tertullian's neck, and the latter didn't make any resistance until Antinon was tired, let go of his hand, and fell to the ground slumped.

This poor priest is about to go completely insane.

Tertullian looked at Antinon, who was slumped to the ground, and walked away without saying a word.

For Tertullian did not know what to say.

Antinon was like a mirror, and in his eyes Tertullian could see...

He himself was caught in the same fear,
He himself was also tortured by hunger.

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

In the middle of the night, Tertullian was awakened.

"Killed!"

"He killed someone!!"

"God, look at these...!"

The sound of panic was like flames falling in dead leaves, and a raging fire was ignited in an instant, and the whole ship was plunged into a vortex of panic. Tertullian got up from the ground in a hurry, rushed to the deck, and saw a confusion.

A Logos man covered in blood waved a bone knife in his hand, threatening others not to come forward, and a woman was standing under his feet.

Tertullian looked over by the moonlight, and saw that the woman's stomach had been sliced ​​open, and blood dripped on the ground.

The Logos chose to kill his wife.

Tertullian suppressed his beating heart. He tried his best to maintain calm and majesty, resisting nausea, and ordered in a cold voice:

"Catch him and execute him!"

People rushed forward and captured the man who killed his wife in one fell swoop.

Soon after, the man confessed to all the crimes and was thrown into the sea by the crowd.

Tertullian watched the man sink into the sea, his shrill wailing resounded through the galley, and he begged the people to give him another chance, but no one would save him until he sank completely.

The fierce sea wind blows from behind, pushing the galley farther and farther.

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

Antinon appeared on the deck at some point, holding the pole of the boat, pointing at the blood on the ground and laughing wildly, no one knew what he was laughing at.

The young priest seemed to be laughing at the wretchedness of the wife-killer, or at the stupidity of the people, and even... as if at the rationality of all the Logosians, in front of the majestic gods Vulnerable.

(End of this chapter)