Only God
Chapter 127 - 111 Fulfillment of Wishes

Chapter 127: Chapter 111 Fulfillment of Wishes

King Dovlo’s death had set off yet another huge wave in the already shaky Kingdom.

The King was dead, and so was the Prince.

This kingdom had become rulerless.

"God’s punishment! This is God’s punishment!"

"Oh, God, the God of all the earth!"

"We have killed His Angel, now punishment will come upon us!"

Logos people were running and weeping on the ground, having never experienced such terrible turmoil since the apocalypse of a thousand years ago.

Crowds gathered at the foot of the high mountain, kneeling and prostrating themselves before God, repenting and confessing their sins, to the point where some fasted or even took their own lives to atone for the sin of killing an Angel.

Everywhere the eye could see were the signs of collapse.

The morals that once held firm were collapsing, as were the laws.

"Why did we have to kill the Angel?!"

Everyone was asking the same question, those who had thrown stones and those who had not, all were asking the same question.

At that time, almost everyone had watched a tragedy and sin unfold, unconcerned about the consequences it would bring.

Now, almost everyone was regretting that tragedy and sin, swearing over and over to God that if they had been present, they would not have allowed it to happen.

Why were people filled with regret?

Was it because they had watched the tragedy and sin unfold, tormenting their conscience and morality?

No,

it was because a rational crisis had arrived, the King was dead, and the Prince too, it was because people could not bear these terrible consequences, they were unwilling to bear these horrifying crises.

Everyone wanted to indulge in the dream of enslaving another race, yet none wanted to bear the disaster that came from killing an Angel.

Below the mountain, people called out every day,

"Oh, God!"

"Had we known he was an Angel, we would not have killed him!"

"Oh, God!"

"Had we known the Angel had come, we would have cherished him!"

The greater the fear, the stronger the faith.

Those voices were too devout.

Even the Logos people were moved by such faith, with poets composing mournful poems that spoke of a zealotry the Logos people had never known before.

They pleaded with God, time and time again, to end this crisis of reason.

Among these tens of thousands of Logos people, too many would not, like Prophet Al of old, personally seek understanding and set out on the journey for answers.

The Logos people hoped that the best miracle would descend today — a flash of lightning and the crisis of reason would vanish without a trace.

If not, the Logos people begged for a Prophet to emerge unexpectedly, chosen by God, to once again obtain an answer for mankind.

Now,

the chaos in the Royal Capital had let law and morality lose their former order.

And those Nobles and Ministers who supported the execution of Basel, as well as the Priests of the Pattern Garden, found their status suddenly in grave danger.

The Logos people were cursing them, insulting them, wishing they could stone them to death with their own hands.

The King was dead, the Kingdom’s greatest secular authority had fallen.

The ire of the Logos people was now pointed at the high-and-mighty Nobles and Priests.

The Noble Ministers urgently needed a new King to unify all Logos people again, to rule every inch of the Kingdom.

Even the Logos common folk urgently needed a new King to completely resolve the crisis of reason, a Wise King like King Yarlessto or King Dertulian, or a Monarch like Sapo King who would expand the Kingdom’s horizons.

The entire Kingdom was in need of a King, the Logos people have always had a King, it was an unassailable truth that the King ruled the Kingdom.

And for the ambitious...

The throne was so tantalizing.

Almost every Logosian was hoping someone would ascend to the throne.

How could that person not be oneself?

......

After hastily dealing with King Dovlo’s funeral, the nobles and ministers in the Royal Capital heard something utterly shocking.

"Orenmo... the bloodline of the Sapo King, you’re saying he’s rebelled?!"

A dusty messenger knelt before the nobles of the Royal Capital, their expressions one of utter astonishment.

"How dare he... How dare he! Treason, blasphemy! He’s asking to be put to death!"

"Damned Orenmo! Lord, punish him, let him die along the way, die in disgrace!"

"God, what now? What do we do?"

The nobles’ panic spread throughout the palace.

Compared to the rational crisis brought by executing an angel, Orenmo’s rebellion posed an even greater threat to the nobles’ status.

Once Orenmo ascended to the throne, only God knew how much slaughter he would bring upon the nobles of the Royal Capital, how much of their noble bloodline he would strip away.

"Bandi, we still have Prince Bandi!"

A cry from one of the nobles instantly awakened the frantic ministers.

"Yes, the noble Prince Bandi, we still have him."

"He is the son of King Dovlo, the rightful heir to the kingdom!"

"Only the noble Bandi is worthy of the throne!"

Before Rui Ying’s death, not a single person would give legitimate consideration to the bastard Bandi.

To them, Bandi’s existence was a stain on King Dovlo’s legacy.

But after Rui Ying’s death, the noble ministers quickly began to take interest in Bandi, even going to the palace, requesting King Dovlo to declare him the heir.

Now, Orenmo had rebelled.

Bandi had become a life-saving straw for the nobles, whom even used the word "noble" to describe him.

The bastard Bandi thus gradually climbed in status, step by step.

Time was of the essence, not a moment to lose, the noble ministers unanimously decided to elevate Bandi to the throne right away, making him the new Logos King, to counter Orenmo’s rebellion.

Thus,

Bandi was once again ushered into the palace by the noble ministers.

The bastard scanned the attendees with a cold gaze, finding their obsequious, urgent eyes amusing.

Then, Bandi looked towards the depths of the palace, at the King’s Throne shrouded in shadows.

Even if these noble ministers were ludicrous.

Who could refuse the King’s Throne that was within reach?

"Before God, I, Bandi, resolve to inherit my father’s will, to take on the heavy burden of ruling the kingdom, to inherit the King’s Throne of Logosians."

Bandi slowly ascended to the throne, his voice of triumph echoing inside and outside the palace.

The noble ministers fell to their knees in an instant, to pay homage to the King they had elevated.

They proclaimed Bandi as King Dovlo’s successor in the name of God, the kingdom’s sole monarch, and also swore their allegiance to the King and his throne before Bandi.

Sitting on the King’s Throne, the bastard Bandi surveyed his subjects.

In the past, it was his father who surveyed his subjects from the throne, while he stood in the surveyed spot, imagining countless times what it would feel like to survey others from the throne.

Nowadays,

The bastard had finally got his wish.

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