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Chapter 133 - 115 God’s word is right here!

Chapter 133: Chapter 115 God’s word is right here!

King Dertulian first received the news of the decisive battle from the unihorn whales—this prophet’s son, now in his twilight years, was shocked at how his kingdom had moved from a crisis of reason toward decline in just a few short years.

After all, Logos Kingdom had survived the previous two crises of reason, though it had been a hard and arduous journey.

But this time, Logos Kingdom met with disaster that spelled doom for all living creatures.

The unihorn whales told Dertulian everything they had seen.

When that final battle took place, the land was already barren and cracked, everywhere there was nothing but the ash of wildfires, the wheat fields of Pattern Garden had all withered away, and the Royal Capital was left with nothing but broken walls and ruins. The Logos Kingdom, which had once been rich and prosperous, had in just a few years ceased to be a kingdom, ceased to be a home.

After the battle, Orenmo picked up the crown and ascended the King’s Throne, but he was already at death’s door and had no offspring to succeed him.

It was foreseeable that there would be no more old Logos Kingdom.

The people of Logos had destroyed their own homeland.

On the cliffs by the sea, as he listened to the stories of the unihorn whales, King Dertulian’s heart felt empty, as if a part of his life had been irretrievably lost.

After a long while, King Dertulian, holding the Unihorn Staff, slowly bowed to the unihorn whales, thanking them for informing him of everything and for their non-involvement, and then he slowly walked down the cliff, appearing even older.

Upon returning to the palace made of giant trees, King Dertulian did not sit on his throne but rather paced back and forth within the hall, while his guards watched him with puzzlement; no one knew what he was contemplating.

After an indeterminate length of time, King Dertulian approached the wooden throne, extending his hand to touch it.

"Ambition, greed, desire... these are the three sparks that will ignite Logos Kingdom."

King Dertulian murmured.

The once prosperous Logos Kingdom had burned to ashes within a single generation.

Even though he had sternly warned King Dovlo on the stone tablets, the kingdom still met its end due to the trends of ambition, greed, and desire.

The people of Logos, lured by the temptation to enslave another race, executed a poet.

When the stones were thrown,

not a single one amongst these Logos people was willing to pray for a kind soul.

King Dertulian looked back on the destruction of the old kingdom, his aged lips trembling.

What if the Logos people hadn’t killed an angel?

What if it was just a kind and innocent poet?

Then... would the crisis of reason not have occurred, and would the kingdom not have fallen into destruction?

King Dertulian didn’t know.

Because nothing can be redone, there are no what-ifs.

"We cannot repeat the same mistakes as the old kingdom."

King Dertulian murmured, his hands grasping his throne.

Those aged eyes stared directly into the shadow-shrouded throne.

The elderly son of a prophet seemed not only to be gazing upon the throne but also staring into the abyss beyond it.

"We cannot repeat the same mistakes as the old kingdom."

King Dertulian murmured again.

In that old heart, a decision was made.

.........

A month later,

King Dertulian announced the destruction of the old kingdom to the citizens of the New Kingdom.

At first came the stunned silence, then the shocked realization, followed by panic and confusion; the people of the New Kingdom looked at each other, their faces laden with sorrow. Many of the Elves of the mountains cried outright, falling to the ground, their voices startling half the forest’s insects and birds.

The disbelieving Elves repeatedly sought confirmation from King Dertulian, who, in turn, answered them time and again, sharing all that he knew. The more King Dertulian spoke, the more terrified the mountain Elves became.

Even the High Priest, accustomed to weathering all storms, knelt down, tears rolling down his cheeks as he pressed his hands together, praying to God for mercy.

The destruction of the old kingdom had given a tremendous shock to the New Kingdom.

Just as the Mountain Elves could not imagine why the people of the Old Kingdom perished at the hands of the angels...

They also could not fathom how the prosperous Old Kingdom under King Yarlessto had met its destructive end at the hands of King Dovlo.

"King, what should we do?!"

The Mountain Elves crowded around King Dertulian,

"King, you are the son of the Prophet, and only you fully understand God’s will."

King Dertulian surveyed the panicked faces before him, his aged countenance stern, his white hair billowing in the wind among the crowd; he turned his back slowly, and spoke in a deep voice:

"Such destruction must not recur upon the earth."

Everyone looked intently at King Dertulian, who slowly approached the two standing stone tablets in the Kingdom.

They followed him, closely keeping pace with King Dertulian’s steps.

King Dertulian gazed at the two stone tablets, one inscribed with the "Book of Kings and Prophets," and the other with the "Twin Kings Book."

The son of the Prophet stood before the two stone tablets, his scepter thudding on the ground, sunlight piercing through the Secret Forest from behind, casting the old man in brilliance.

The Elves around him held their breath in reverent focus, quieting down, and following King Dertulian’s gaze to the historical stone tablets. Many bowed their heads and prayed silently, for the tablets were inscribed with the words of God.

Whether in the Old Kingdom of Logos or in the New Kingdom, these two historical stone tablets bore a transcendent significance.

King Dertulian stared at each character on the tablets.

He remembered the enslavement of another race by the Logos people, the madness of executing angels, the advent of a rationality crisis, the Old Kingdom’s mutual slaughter... and the Kingdom’s ultimate destruction.

Amidst all this, laws, morals, and common goodness were all ignored and trampled upon. When people fell into the Abyss of slaughter, no one was not a beast, and nothing possessed enough restraint.

King Dertulian realized that there must be a sacred, grand rule, so inviolable as to prevent people from falling into destruction again, to establish a moral guidepost for their hearts, and to grant them the holy power to withstand the three stars.

He reached out his hand and caressed the words on the stone tablet.

Everyone around held their breath, their eyes unconsciously turning to King Dertulian.

"God has departed, angels have been executed by people, and the Old Kingdom has been destroyed."

King Dertulian’s voice was not loud, yet it reached the ears of every Logos person.

It was like a solemn proclamation.

Ears perked up, staring intently at the old man before the tablets.

"Yet God’s words have not departed from us."

"My people,"

"God’s words are right here!"

When the solemn words fell, everyone couldn’t help but tremble; they were moved.

The history books recorded past tales and thus recorded God’s words.

Looking up at the two stone tablets, it was uncertain who bowed their head first, placing their hands together in prayer, and then in an instant, almost everyone bowed their heads, pressing their hands together.

"In the beginning,

The heavens and the earth were separated in darkness,

Thus,

God descended into an era where all things in the world had yet no names."

Those who were originally panicked now chanted in unison the words from the history books, like a solemn and sacred great pilgrimage, a serene and heart-stirring confession.

Many years later,

The once daily life in the high mountains,

Became the destination of arduous pilgrimages.

And the history books that recorded the past,

Became the exalted Holy Scriptures tucked away.

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