Only God
Chapter 131 - 113: Ambitious One Arbitrarily Uses the Name of God_2

Chapter 131: Chapter 113: Ambitious One Arbitrarily Uses the Name of God_2

What was he hesitating for... Orenmo’s rebels were getting closer and closer to the Capital City... The throne that rightfully belonged to him was about to fall into the hands of another.

"Grace is within reach, if you do not accept it, the throne will be far from you,"

Bandi was being overlooked by Dragon God Endora, plunging into bewilderment. He knew that once he took that step, he could never go back.

"Seek my grace, Bandi,"

By his ear,

With just a sentence, Dragon God Endora shattered Bandi’s frail defenses,

"After all, your God has left you, your God is punishing you."

Bandi’s pupils contracted sharply.

This bastard was trembling all over, tears of weakness streaming from his eyes.

Perhaps... it was as those nobles and ministers said, after his father had executed the Angel, God’s punishment descended.

In that case... what could he depend on to protect his own throne?

Rely on the God who granted reason?

Bandi clenched his crown tightly, with the appearance of a miser.

"Dragon God Endora...

I believe in you, I will believe in you for eternity..."

Dragon God Endora looked down at this bastard on the earth with a sneer.

He couldn’t help feeling pleased,

Where had the intransigent Logos people gone before Gods?

Why now beg Gods for grace to destroy each other?

...

...

Bandi received the grace of Dragon God Endora.

On the shadowed throne, he hung his head and could see the dragon scales between his fingers, cold and hard.

His eyes turned icy, his pupils sharp as a cat’s, his body much stronger than before, filled with the extraordinary power of the Giant Dragon’s grace with every breath.

Bandi gripped the throne beneath him firmly.

He was waiting for the arrival of Orenmo.

As the rebels approached, the entire Royal Capital plunged into great chaos, both nobles and commoners alike.

Rebels attacking the Royal Capital was an unprecedented event in history.

The Logos people became even more panicked, flocking to the foot of the high mountains to pray, begging God to revoke His punishment, confessing their sins to God.

Besides praying, many Logos people chose to escape, fleeing in all directions, hiding in deep forests, or taking Oar-sail Ships out to sea, escaping to faraway New Kingdoms.

The rebels had already reached the outskirts of the Capital City.

Bandi stood on high ground, and he could see Orenmo among the rebels, his body flickering with lightning.

There was no doubt, that descendant of Sapo King had also converted to the Gods, receiving their grace.

Bandi walked into the midst of the army, yelling loudly:

"I have received the grace of God!

God commands me to quell the rebellion, to destroy our enemies!"

As he spoke, dragon scales burst forth from Bandi’s body, massive wings emerged from behind him, and he soared high into the sky, casting a daunting shadow under the sunlight.

A terrifying presence emerged, the soldiers looked on in astonishment at this sight, and then knelt down one after another, shouting out the arrival of a miracle.

The bastard’s words ignited the combat spirit of the Capital City’s army, these Logos people momentarily forgot their previous defeat and plunged back into the madness of slaying other Logos people.

The Capital City was, after all, an early civilized city. Its walls were not towering. Before long, the two armies engaged in fierce battle within the city, with Bandi and Orenmo, each entrenched in their positions, going through a frenzy of slaughter.

Blood surged before everyone’s eyes. Both forces were blinded by fury, decapitating each other in the name of God, then loudly pleading for God’s protection, as if God was truly standing on one side or the other.

Orenmo and Bandi, time and again, cried out to God, continuously wielding their extraordinary powers, striving to slay each other’s soldiers, to rally morale and prove themselves the true spokespersons for God.

Ambitious manipulators deluded themselves into wielding God’s name,

In reality,

They were just fooling themselves.

......

Due to the deepening and expansion of chaos, the grip of the Logos people on the Three-eyed Ape People suddenly weakened, and many Three-eyed Ape People either actively or passively regained their freedom.

Lam, as the only person who charged towards the Angel that day, was supported by the Three-eyed Ape People and quite a few Logos people. The Three-eyed Ape People, having lost their Elders, saw him as their new leader.

Although Lam could not command all the Three-eyed Ape People and did not have the authority of an Elder, every Three-eyed Ape Person and some Logos people respected this child and were willing to follow his lead.

"Dorias Priest... where do we go now?"

Lam asked the old Priest before him, somewhat at a loss.

Dorias was the only one who had visited the Angel in the cell and also the only one who shouted not to execute Basel.

For such reasons, when Dorias approached Lam, he immediately gained Lam’s trust.

Dorias’s aged eyes surveyed his surroundings; his body was thin and frail.

"Take the stone tablets engraved with our history, take the wheat, and some cattle and sheep. Have them prepare their things within these days, and go, leave the Royal Capital, return to the desert!"

Dorias uttered each word urgently.

Lam nodded, not asking any more questions, and turned to find the Three-eyed Ape People and Logos people following him.

Several days passed.

As everyone was nearly finished packing their belongings, the rebels had already approached the gates of the Capital City.

The rebels stormed into the Capital City, engaging in fierce combat with the city’s troops.

Logos people stabbed Bone Knives into other Logos people, arrows pierced the flesh of one Logos person after another, people were slaughtering each other.

Chaos was everywhere, rebel soldiers were looting the weak and the women, but the city’s troops were no less ruthless, occupying mansion after mansion.

Swords were everywhere, blood was everywhere.

Everything was disorder, everything was converging on destruction.

"It’s all our own fault..."

Old Priest Dorias gazed at the scene of destruction, knelt down, and tears streamed down his face,

"This destruction,

it’s like

God is questioning us...

Why kill His Angel?

Why destroy the bonds of good among us?"

Dorias murmured to himself, shocked by the horror before him.

Lam shook Dorias’s shoulders, shouting urgently:

"Dorias Priest, it’s time to go! We must go now!"

The old Priest trembled as he stood up from the ground, nodded slowly, turned around, and followed the vast stream of people towards the desert.

Led by Lam, the Three-eyed Ape People and the Logos people began their migration into the desert, escaping from the Capital City on the brink of destruction. With their numbers, they deterred the soldiers who wished to attack them.

By dusk, they managed to distance themselves from the Capital City, constantly drawing closer to the Kingdom’s borders.

Throughout the journey, Lam and Dorias saw many city-states that had lost control. Following the rebellion in Orenmo, each place was either on the verge of an uprising or in the midst of one.

The Kingdom was no longer a kingdom, homes were no longer homes.

Logos people were plotting to kill another Logos person.

Whether they were father and son, mother and daughter, brothers, sisters, mentor and pupil...

In the mass confusion, individual calm had long vanished and was utterly useless.

Lam and Dorias and their companions dared not stay in any of the city-states; they walked for three days and nights, resting in the wild when tired, finding their own solutions when hungry or thirsty. They lost count of how many people fell behind, but they could no longer afford to care.

They completely left the Kingdom behind and came to the outskirts of the desert.

Finally, Lam and Dorias could breathe a sigh of relief.

Before stepping into the desert, the old Priest Dorias once again looked back at the Logos Kingdom. The mountain of God had become distant, and perhaps the Priests’ Pattern Garden no longer existed. A rush of thoughts flooded Dorias’s mind.

Tears welled up again, and Dorias, reluctantly turning away, faced the vast desert ahead.

"Let’s go, Lam, let’s go...

There’s no Logos Kingdom anymore, we Logos people have lost it, we have destroyed it with our own hands."