only god

Chapter 78 Insignificant
Tertullian stood beneath the gathering storm.

The galley was tossed and tossed in the waves, and the Logosians huddled together, looking at the vision of the sky with trepidation.

The strong wind whipped up the sea water, dyed the sky deep blue, the sun was dimmed, and was covered by dark clouds in an instant, the sails on the ship fell to one side, and the signs of destruction were clearly revealed!

The thunder exploded on the sea, and the rain began to fly down, causing the whole ship to shake from side to side.

Tertullian was still standing on the deck, facing the thundering sky.

This storm seemed to bury these Logosians who disobeyed the gods in the sea and buried them here.

Tertullian looked up to the sky, and his eyes were fixed on the dark clouds, as if they were looking directly into the eyes of the gods.

The torrential rain fell in an instant, the galley sailed humming and trembling, and the waves became bigger and bigger each time, like sharp knives, trying to tear the ship apart.

click!
A gust of wind blew, and the tall ship mast was cut off in the middle, and the sound of the crash caused the crowd to scream in fear.

Everyone was choked by fear.

Almost everyone is aware of a scary truth...

They are going to die and be buried here.

Among the frightened and frightened people, only Tertullian was still standing on the deck.

His feet stood firmly on the deck like brass nails.

In front of the ship, the sea water gathered into a human shape, facing the bumpy galley from a distance.

"Dertullian, I am Angeli, one of the gods.

I appear before you only as a final counsel. "

The figure made of sea water spoke.

Tertullian looked at Angeli who claimed to be the god of water.

"what do you want to say?"

Tertullian's voice was hoarse and deep.

Among the people present, no one except him saw the water god Angel, and no one heard the voice of the god except him.

"O Tertullian,

Your faith is indeed unswerving until death, but don't forget that our Father and your God have long since left.

The world belongs to the gods in the kingdom of celestial bodies. So far, you still don’t worship or worship them? "

The voice of the water god Angelina was calm and gentle. He told everything truthfully, and there was not a single lie in his words.

The gods have no need to deceive these little Logosians.

"Water God, my belief is nothing to the gods, and the so-called unswerving until death is even more insignificant in the eyes of the gods. The Logos people do not have your great power, and their unswerving faith until death is nothing more than It's all we have."

Tertullian resisted the temptation of the water god Angel, and let the rain hit his face.

The ship floated up and down with the waves, and it seemed that it might be capsized at any time and fall to the bottom of the sea.

Angelina, the water god, asked puzzledly:
"I don't understand. If you die here, what can you get? Worship the gods and build the temples of the gods. In the future, thousands of creatures in the world will respect you, take you as their elders, and enshrine your logos. Humans are seen as prophets of other races.

However, you are still struggling.

Know that the gods can easily take your life away.

How foolish and ignorant it seems to me not to renounce the old belief even now. "

As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt exploded not far from the ship, and the flash of lightning illuminated the sky white, as if the gods were showing their greatness.

"I know, you have miracles, you have great power.

You are so high that you can overlook any life.

My life is no more tenacious than ants in your eyes. "

Letting the thunder and lightning flicker, Tertullian's expression did not fluctuate in any way.

He looked at the water god Angelie and said:

"My life and death are insignificant to all Logosians, but my indomitableness can be passed on to the world afterward.

Rebelling against you gods will cause me countless hardships and even take my life.

However, my story will be told by word of mouth, and my name will be revered in mythology.

When people recite the name of Tertullian, they will know my story, and they will be proud. Even if the gods try their best, the backs of the world are still unbent, and they will not change until death! "

The god of water, Angeliel, heard Tertullian's words. In his opinion, the logosian was so stubborn that he could have avoided cruel punishment. The gods have shown mercy by now. With mercy, it is time to pour out the disaster.

The figure made of sea water sank slowly and disappeared instantly,
Then...

A bigger storm is coming!

The Logos people on the galley shoved each other and almost hid in the cabin. They leaned together, trembling, with dozens of hands clasped tightly, and the cries of women and children resounded for a long time.

Only Tertullian remained on the deck.

Despite the wind and rain, there is no trace of timidity on that resolute face.

"Gods,"

"How big is your disaster?"

Tertullian asked flatly against the wind and rain.

Suddenly, a thick thunderbolt smashed from the sky and landed heavily on the sea not far away, and the thunder's thread spread on the sea for a long time.

This is like a simple intimidation.

The galley rocked, and Tertullian stepped forward, standing on the prow.

"What are you hesitating about?"

"I'm standing here, where is your thunder?"

Tertullian erected a strong body. The Logos were born with a physique far superior to beasts. They could fight Mavericks single-handedly, and a terrifying hunter like Tertullian was even strong enough to wrestle with mammoths.

As if in response to Tertullian's request, thunder flashed in the dark clouds, and in an instant, a slender silk thread was pulled down from the sky and hit Tertullian's body.

The thunderbolt was only as thick as a finger, and Tertullian swallowed the thunderbolt forcefully, and the painful touch instantly swept through his whole body, followed by a burst of paralysis, his teeth trembling in the wind and rain.

But he still stood.

"I'm still here, gods!"

"How many disasters do you have? Come on, pour it out!"

Tertullian roared toward the sky, the wind grew stronger, and the waves beat against the helpless galley, threatening to tear it apart and overturn it at any moment.

His voice was heard by the gods, and the thunder among the dark clouds was competing to shine, and the thunder was endless.

Deltullian stared straight at the sky, and then, he first saw a thick thunderbolt slowly pouring out of the dark clouds, and the aftermath of the thunderclap slightly exploded, blowing away the surrounding clouds.

Thunder charged straight at Tertullian.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the moment after the lightning flashed, the sound of the mountain cracking was deafening.

Tertullian was ablaze all over his body, and the rain extinguished it, leaving behind a horrible blackness.

The second son of the prophet raised his paralyzed hand and frantically grabbed his scorched skin. He vomited blood on the ground, his eyes still fixed on the sky full of thunder.

His body was shaking, and he curled up to endure the great pain, but he still didn't fall down, he was still standing.

Tertullian stepped back, leaning on the broken pole of the boat to hold himself from falling.

The fire of anger burned in his heart.

(End of this chapter)