Only God
Chapter 119 - 105 - The Weeping Angel Will Return

Chapter 119: Chapter 105 - The Weeping Angel Will Return

In the piercing blizzard,

high atop the mountains, a pale green leaf fluttered through the cold wind, drifting downward as if destined for someone.

At this moment, there was no one beneath the sacrificial mountain, whether they were people of Logos or the enslaved Three-eyed Ape People; all had gone to the kingdom’s square, where the son of a prostitute was to be stoned.

The night was dim, and a misty drizzle fell.

Basel was escorted by prison guards, guards from Logos who were like hunters, and Basel was their trophy. They paraded him around the square, letting everyone present gaze upon the condemned.

The Poet walked along, surveying the Logos people.

"Let him die!"

"He has betrayed the Sons of God!"

"Blasphemer! Behold, we shall execute this sacrilegious monster!"

As soon as the Poet arrived at the square, the people of Logos erupted in a clamor, Prince Rui Ying leading them in extolling the benefits of enslaving the Three-eyed Ape People and condemning Basel’s sacrilege.

Imagine, every person of Logos having a Three-eyed Ape Person as a slave, what a blissful life, truly a blessing from the gods.

Under such blessings, there were still those who would betray the people of Logos!

The Three-eyed Ape People looked at the Poet with sadness spreading through their hearts, slaves themselves, unable to argue on Basel’s behalf.

The Poet was paraded around as if on display, walking at a normal pace, unhurried.

After circling thrice, Basel was taken before the King, who stood on a platform, his imposing eyes looking down at the Poet.

"Have you anything to say, Basel?"

King Dovlo stared intently at Basel.

To plead for mercy? To defend oneself? To curse or to beg?

King Dovlo looked disdainfully at Basel, curious to see what this man would say as he faced death.

When Basel approached King Dovlo, he bowed his head, ignoring him.

It seemed King Dovlo was not worthy of conversation.

Ignored, King Dovlo was infuriated and let out a cold laugh, motioning to the guards escorting him.

Basel was to be taken to the execution ground.

At that moment, Basel lowered his head and raised his arms, gently pressing his hands together.

He was silently praying.

Watching this unusual convict, the guards hesitated.

Among the convicts, some pleaded in agony before death, terrified, some laughed defiantly, cursing as they went to the execution ground, some were so frightened they closed their eyes, unwilling to face the scene before them...

They had seen many executed, all types of people, but never someone like this.

Before death, he was calmly praying.

Death was already upon him; what was the point of praying now?

Cursing, blaming... every Logos person was a vortex of malice,

And still, the frail Basel continued praying.

What more could this man be praying for?

The guards took him to the center of the execution ground, surrounded by sharp stones, as he was sentenced to be stoned to death by the people of Logos.

Basel stood there, between two pillars, as the guards tied his legs to the pillars and also bound his praying, joined hands with rope.

The guards looked at Basel, taking one last look at this extraordinary man.

"Damn it..."

One guard muttered,

"Aren’t you afraid?"

Basel ignored him, his head still bowed in prayer.

In the muddy square, people crowded around, eager to move forward, either to enjoy the spectacle or to personally throw stones at Basel.

"Let him die, let him be gone!"

"He’s liberated, and so are we!"

"Weren’t you the one who stood with the heretics? Blasphemer, have you any defense?!"

The crowd surged, the voices of the people of Logos shrill as they got swept up in the excitement of executing Basel, with his death, no one would oppose them anymore, no one would betray the Sons of God again.

Basel’s head remained lowered when suddenly, his body began to tremble lightly.

He was going to die.

Everyone fears death, even those with faith.

"God... I’m going to die."

Basel prayed silently in his heart.

Only by muttering to himself internally, not speaking aloud, did he manage to avoid stuttering.

After enduring so much suffering, he was finally going to die.

High above on the platform, King Dovlo raised his hand and then fiercely commanded,

"Carry out the execution!"

As the command was given, people picked up the sharp stones from the ground.

Following a parabola, the first stone brutally struck the Poet.

His cheek tore open, blood flowing from the wound.

As the first stone hit Basel, other stones rained down like droplets.

Distant thunder boomed in the skies,

And night rain fell on the frenzied crowd.

One stone after another pelted the praying Basel, their crude force tearing his flesh apart.

Continuous, intense pain battered Basel, causing his body to shake violently.

"What are you still praying for!"

"Do you think God will forgive you? Will the Sons of God forgive you?!"

People mocked Basel, stones striking his body, countless people set on killing him.

Basel raised his face, blood streaming down.

His eyes, surveying the people of Logos around him.

Those he looked at, for some reason, felt a sudden panic, similar to Dorias’s feelings in the cell, but swiftly, under the wave of anger, they continued hurling stones.

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