only god

Chapter 79 Two Grains of Wheat Falling on the Ground
Thousands of thunders flickered, as if they could cover up the lone boat on the sea at any time.

Countless creatures would prostrate themselves on the ground, begging for mercy when faced with this terrifying scene.If this thundercloud covers the world, the cry of fear will also fill the earth.

Tertullian's wrath was burning, and the rain could not quench his wrath against the gods.

The strong wind raged across the entire sea area, and even the sea water was smashed apart by the thunder.

The solitary boat that was ups and downs with the waves was so helpless, so miserable, it was at the mercy of the gods.

But there is a lonely figure standing on the deck, as if it will never fall.

"Praise be to you, shameful gods!

The sinister, cunning, lofty gods! "

Deltullian raised his head, leaning on the broken pole, his tenacious will dominated his whole body, showing terrifying vitality.

The sound of thunder suddenly exploded, as if the gods were enraged by Deltullian's provocation, and several bolts of lightning penetrated the sea water, warning the ants who knew nothing about the height of the sky and the depth of the earth.

But the more the gods warned, the more Tertullian became indignant.

"Listen, gods,"

"I still believe in my god!"

The thick thunder fell from the sky with the voice, and Deltullian's sharp eyes couldn't even catch its trajectory. When he reacted, his eyes were already white.

"what!"

Tertullian yelled in pain, his whole body was burned by the thunder, and he was instantly scorched black. The severe pain was about to tear his spirit apart, and he struggled to hold on to his will.

The history book slate in his hand fell to the ground.

On the bumpy lonely boat, that indignant figure was in a panic.

Seen from a high altitude, he is just an ant, just an insignificant grain of wheat.

The gods tortured him so much that he couldn't bear to live, and wanted to grind his will completely.

After the thunder passed, Tertullian's hands trembled violently, his whole body trembled violently, and he let out an inarticulate whimper.

He was still clinging tightly to the pole of the boat, supporting his whole body from falling.

The slate rocked on the galley.

Tertullian knew,

I have to be tight, I have to support myself...

Once it falls, the will falls.

I don't know if it's a hallucination caused by severe pain,

Tertullian suddenly felt as if the faith of all the Logosians rested on his shoulders...

I can't fall down!

Once fallen, the Logosian faith yielded.

His hands were clutching the pole of the boat, hooking desperately, his fingertips sank deeply, he panted heavily, inhaling the moist air and the smell of scorching skin into his lungs.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Facing the scourge of the gods, he laughed.

"come out!
Gods, why do you hide in the storm? ! "

Like crazy.

He is the Logos, the Son of God, Tertullian!
The storm was raging, and with the threat of the gods, fear poured into the lonely boat. Only this one person was still standing. Come die!
"Why are you threatening us?"

"Why do you dominate us?!"

Tertullian trembled all over,

He'll growl, he'll question,
"Come out, gods!

Don't you want me to worship?Don't you want me to worship you?
Why hide in the storm? ! "

The storm instantly covered all the scenes in front of them, and the gods were aroused by the resistance of this small world, and the brilliant thunder was the best proof.

The sea wailed in fear, and the sky wept in fear.

Tertullian, however, gritted his teeth, held up the human head,

Facing this great disaster, facing this mighty force that grinds people up like wheat,

Still to utter a deafening roar:

"come out,"

"Meet the Logosians,"

"Meet the real Son of God!"

"Is the world afraid of the gods, or are you afraid of us?!"

The gods want to grind people down and send down thunder. This man is already bruised and bruised, but he wants to frighten the gods!

The storm intensified and showed no sign of subsiding. The sound of thunder, rain, wailing, and huge waves dominated every corner.

I saw the dark clouds gathering towards the center, and then suddenly parted. A god covered with lightning appeared in the sky. He held the lightning formed by the intersection of countless thunders.

"We are your new god, you should worship!"

The god king Shan En appeared, and the magnificent divine voice resounded through the sea of ​​clouds.

Behind him, the god of prophecy Cargaus, the dragon god Ngal, the curse god Ekabe, and the water god Angeli appeared one by one.

The gods watched the struggling Logos.

Tertullian laughed loudly. He looked at the god surrounded by lightning, and laughed wildly and freely. He was still in severe pain, but his laughter became louder and louder.

His laughter ignited the endless anger of the God King.

"Trust me, Tertullian! I am Shane."

"Is not my might greater than my father? Am I not more glorious than my father?"

The sublime voice of questioning resounded through the sky, shaking Tertullian's pinnae with blood.

"what are you laughing at?!"

Facing the question, Tertullian gritted his teeth.

"Gods, you are finally out...

Such a majestic god finally met the Logosians. "

"Then prove..."

How the rain falls, how the thunder falls...

Tertullian's body remained unbroken,

He made a final announcement hoarsely:

"I have overcome,
In this wrestling between man and God, it is man who wins! "

The shouting voice is even incomparable to Thunder.

Shan En was irritated by this lifeless Logos man, he lost all patience, no longer cared about his appreciation for him, and wanted to give this man complete despair.

Endless thunder converged towards His hands, and the sound of explosions converged towards Shan En.

Suddenly, Shan En threw the Thunder in his hand.

The huge thunder covered the entire galley, and when you looked up, you could only see white light covering it, and then fiery pain swept across Tertullian's body.

Even the sea was pierced with a big hole by the power of the lightning.

Thick smoke billowed from the sea, and the whole galley caught fire, and the Logosians in the cabin fainted.

Tertullian was charred and dead, leaning against the broken pole.

Shane looked at the stubborn Logos.

That terrifying lightning is enough to make any creature in the world surrender.

Tertullian was motionless, his body fell backwards uncontrollably, and he was about to fall, but his hand was still holding the pole of the boat, and he would eventually fall if he pushed lightly.

Shan En looked at the ignorant Tertullian. The latter's consciousness was on the verge of laxity, and his lips trembled slightly in the wind and rain.

His attention was on the trembling lips of the man, and he wanted to hear what the dying man had to say.

This dying soul,
Whether to beg for mercy, whether to finally give in...

Tertullian leaned feebly on the mast of the boat, and murmured with the last of his strength:

"Oh God,"

"I only believe in you..."

Until this moment,

Tertullian's faith remained unshaken.

He is so insignificant to the gods, but the gods can do nothing about his belief.

In the cloud-covered sky, Shane's fury set off an ocean of thunder.

Tertullian was burned all over, and lost all consciousness.

So, on this stormy sea...

no one noticed,

The leaf on Tertullian's chest glowed imperceptibly.

Tertullian's eyes could hardly be opened, and he felt that he was about to die in the sea without a place to bury him.

At this moment, his thoughts were scattered.

The Logosians are so insignificant to the gods, maybe, maybe following the advice of Antinonon, they will not be reduced to such a situation...

Belated fear and regret flooded into his heart.

I used to proudly claim that man is the son of God, but now?

Even the Son of God would be in such a panic, completely defeated in the face of the tribulations of the gods.

disobedience to the gods...

How arrogant.

More and more thunderbolts gathered in the sky, and the sound of roaring was endless.

Shan En's anger was expressed by the thunder, and the countless thunder lights illuminated the dark cloud-covered sky and earth white and bright.

Man disobeyed the gods by killing the cow that the gods had commanded not to kill.

Because of human disobedience, the gods will bring down the final disaster.

Everything is coming to an end...

Deltulian thought to himself,

The Logosians could not return to God after all.

Tertullian tried to raise his head unwillingly, but he didn't have the slightest strength.

"If he suffers, if he perplexes,"

"Lord, please don't abandon my brother."

A voice... a voice that should not have appeared here, now surrounds Tertullian's ears.

The leaves on the chest glow brilliantly.

The leaf floated up by itself, and the light flew towards the Celestial Kingdom.

Tertullian could not see the light, he could only hear the sound.

Is it a hallucination...

still…

This, Tertullian thought, was just a passing moment before death.

However, when he struggled to lift his eyelids...

There is an illusory figure standing on the deck.

That is a soul holding a scepter with a single horn, that is... the soul of Jalesto!

Jalesto looked at his battered brother, and then at the gods looming in the sky.

Tertullian could not believe his eyes.

I saw Jalesto smiling at him, and then slowly facing the turbulent sea, his gaze fell on the flying leaf.

Then, as if he had received some guidance, Jalesto raised the scepter in his hand, as if calling for something.

In an instant, his figure was submerged in the sea water.

after this…

The light shines on the leaves.

The first is the pale yellow beak, which slowly rises to the surface.

Immediately afterwards, a slender and white body rushed out of the sea water,

Jalesto's soul stretched out its hands, but spread out its wings. They were a pair of swan wings!

Every feather glows with light.

Tertullian watched this scene in wonder, as in the story,
Under the miracle of the Lord's appearing,
his brother...

Alesto turned into a swan.

Tears rolled from Tertullian's eyes.

The swan soars above the sea with a scepter in its mouth, shouting and fighting the storm.

The scepter was glowing with a magnificent light.

then…

The whale's song came from nowhere, and it didn't know where it came from. In an instant, it resounded through the entire ocean.

Tertullian saw that one after another narwhals manipulated the sea and surged out of the storm. They sang the song of whales, and countless unicorns glowed brilliantly under the leadership of the swans!

The storm grows weaker and dies in radiance.

The leaf floating in mid-air became radiant, nourishing and healing Tertullian's body.

This is so warm.

just like…

God never left, and was always by his side.

The leaves plucked from the top of the mountain flew straight towards the Celestial Kingdom.

No one knows what that means.

Watching Ye Zi leave, Tertullian stood firm on the pole, lowered his head, and his eyes just fell on the stone slab of the history book.

It was a farewell gift for Jalesto.

Tertullian held it up, and his eyes just fell on Alesto and his father's journey, and the god told them about the narwhal.

"...as two grains of wheat fell to the ground, and neither was lost."

Tertullian murmured the words.

Is that about the Logos and the narwhal, or about yourself and Alesto?

Tertullian did not know, his tears were streaming.

He raised his head and looked at the swans fighting the storm. The narwhals, led by Jalesto, built a water wall that covered the sky!
We are the wheat of God,
The fangs of the world will grind us to pieces.

Tertullian stared blankly at all this...

Just because we are the wheat of God...

"So when two grains of wheat fall to the ground, neither is lost."

(End of this chapter)