Only God
Chapter 128 - 112 The First Civilization in the World Will Ultimately End

Chapter 128: Chapter 112 The First Civilization in the World Will Ultimately End

Orenmo gazed in the direction of the Royal Capital.

He remembered his timid father, the eldest son of the Sapo King.

In his memory, his father had never left a good impression.

The death of the Sapo King and King Yarlessto’s pardon made his weak father feel fortunate to have survived the ordeal.

His weak father was utterly submissive to King Yarlessto’s arrangements, showing no resistance and not daring to covet the throne of Logos.

Due to this, his father received King Yarlessto’s favor, becoming a noble, enjoying a lavish lifestyle, content with indulgence and spending his life among poets.

Yet, his own personality was the complete opposite of his father’s.

He was highly capable and ambitious, desiring to ascend to the throne and expand the territory like the Sapo King, to wield supreme authority.

Orenmo despised his father’s weakness, repeatedly reading the "Book of Kings and Prophets," praising the greatness of the Sapo King, and cursing King Yarlessto within its pages.

He constantly remembered the humiliating death of the Sapo King, yearning to bestow the same humiliation on the descendants of King Yarlessto.

And not long ago, he had achieved just that.

"That bastard has ascended to the throne?"

Orenmo inquired of the nobles who supported him.

"Yes, Orenmo, many have brought the same news,"

the nobles respectfully stated.

Looking towards the Royal Capital, Orenmo smirked coldly,

"In their eyes, we have launched a disgraceful rebellion."

"However,"

"I am merely reclaiming the throne that belongs to me."

After saying this, Orenmo dismissed the nobles who supported him.

Once the nobles had left, Orenmo looked around, saw that no one was passing by, and slowly knelt down, bowing his head.

"I pray to you, great Shan’en God, your humble believer prays to you."

Orenmo whispered his prayers to Shan’en.

Several days prior, Orenmo had abandoned his former faith and converted to the Gods.

To say "abandoned" might not be accurate.

In fact, Orenmo had never sincerely believed in the god of the high mountains.

He was, after all, a descendant of the Sapo King.

How could he truly worship the creator when the Prophet’s son had killed the Sapo King and he revered his grandfather?

When, days ago, the voice of the Divine King Shan’en had reached Orenmo’s ears,

Orenmo had instantly converted.

For Shan’en, representing the Gods, had promised to grant him the grace to contend for the throne and become the Logos King.

"My loyal believer, I am the Divine King Shan’en."

A majestic voice suddenly filled Orenmo’s ears.

The descendant of the Sapo King trembled violently, and after a moment, he slowly pleaded:

"Shan’en God, when will you bestow the great grace you promised your believer?

Know that once your grace descends, I will offer you unwavering faith, and I and my descendants will worship you day after day, year after year."

Orenmo humbly pleaded for grace from the Divine King Shan’en.

Though numerous nobles supported Orenmo’s rebellion,

compared to the army of the Royal Capital, the strength was still vastly different.

Orenmo urgently needed the Gods to bestow mighty power.

A power, the rationale-giving God had never offered.

"Orenmo, my humble believer,"

the Divine King Shan’en watched this descendant of the Sapo King from the Celestial Kingdom.

To ask for a destructive power, yet to be so humble.

Shan’en couldn’t help but feel pity...

Pity...

In those days, it had been Dertulian leading the people of Logos to set sail, not Orenmo.

Had it been Orenmo, perhaps the people of Logos would have already converted to the Gods, and everything would be different.

Yet regrets are useless, and now that things have come to this, Shan’en no longer needed the worship of the people of Logos.

"Orenmo, I will grant you, my Divine Power, gifting you the thunderbolt of the stars.

Receive my grace, descendant of Sapo King."

As the words fell, a subtle lightning flashed across the daytime sky.

That faint lightning came from the Divine King Shan’en, moving with incredible speed, arriving instantly in front of Orenmo and then plunging into his chest.

Orenmo shuddered.

His body began to emit faint smoke as if some force was rampaging inside him.

After a long time, Orenmo shakily raised his arm.

He lowered his head, looking at his fingers.

Sizzle, sizzle...

Orenmo incredulously watched the sparks in his hand.

"That is the grace I have bestowed upon you, Orenmo, that is the thunderbolt that astonishes all things!"

Shan’en’s mighty voice echoed from the void, and Orenmo raised his head, wildly bowing continuously towards Shan’en.

"Praise you, great Shan’en God, praise you, great Gods!

I promise you, under my rule, the Logos Kingdom will become the earthly Kingdom of the Gods, I will build Temples for you and offer sacrifices eternally!"

Orenmo almost frantically praised the Gods, promising them, fearing they might retract this hard-won grace.

The Divine King Shan’en indifferently watched Orenmo.

Above the stars, his soul made of lightning, after a cold laugh, inexplicably shook his head and sighed.

"My father,

look at these mortals.

In the face of great temptations, those who remain steadfast in faith are always in the minority."

......

Orenmo received the grace of the Divine King Shan’en.

It was an extraordinary power.

With a mere gesture, lightning would leap from his hand, subjecting his enemies to the might of the lightning.

For several days, Orenmo was learning how to wield this power.

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