Only God
Chapter 222 - 189 The Imminent Destruction_2

Chapter 222: Chapter 189 The Imminent Destruction_2

And now, the future had become an endless road, all the past had turned into nothingness, Claudiu no longer existed, a new Claudiu, would ascend to the stage of history in the name of War God Saiama!

And the once-glory, the joy of victory, had already become a fleeting memory.

With Saiama’s smile, within that strong shell, mortal emotions were gradually stripped away, leaving only an obsession with war and the thrill of combat.

The tyrant Claudiu had become the slave of the God of War.

In the tent, Claudiu slowly lifted his head, revealing a mocking smile.

A bloodier war among mortals was about to erupt.

In the Celestial Kingdom, the content War God Saiama laughed unrestrainedly,

But after the laughter...

For some reason, Saiama suddenly felt bored.

He gazed at the Country of Divines before him, hoping that the earth-shattering war would erupt sooner rather than later.

Within the Temple, the shadow over Saiama stretched incredibly long, long.

In the fleeting emotion of boredom that crossed his mind,

The Primordial Will had completed its dominion over the God of War.

Just as Saiama had taken control of Claudiu,

Only,

Even War God Saiama was unable to look back abruptly,

After all, who could notice the quiet encroachment of darkness?

......

Time was ticking away.

The second, the third eclipse, occurred consecutively upon the land.

Within the Celestial Kingdom, as the eclipses increased, the Gods were thrown into disarray.

And Saiama, his anticipation for a cataclysmic war, grew alongside them.

That darkness took permanent residence in the soul of the God of War, making Saiama the embodiment of the Primordial Will among the Gods.

War God Saiama, like the origin of a plague.

The Primordial Will relied on him to infect the souls of other Divines without his knowledge.

And those infected Divines were mostly lower-ranked, and the darkness was quiet and unnoticed by all.

The Dream God, the River God, the Stone God... all were unknowingly branded with the ancient mark of the Primordial Will.

And among the Fourth Rank Divines, both the Fire God and the Tree God had an invisible darkness seep into their souls.

The Gods tried everything, but couldn’t capture the trace of the Primordial Will.

A disaster that could annihilate the Golden Age was about to descend.

It came as swiftly as thunder and elusive as a gale, shaking the heavens and the earth, yet only revealing itself at the most lethal moment.

Oh, Gods,

Do you know what you are truly up against?

............

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Upon the earth.

Noen looked up at the sky.

All around was a dim view.

The sun was obscured once again.

That formless darkness once again veiled the celestial bodies’ light.

It was supposed to be daytime, yet there was barely any light anywhere.

Inside and outside the New Rule Garden, panicked prayers echoed everywhere.

"God... what is this..."

"Save us, God, save us... bring back your light to the earth..."

"Have mercy, have mercy, we still lack the strength to save ourselves."

...

The believers searched for traces of God amid their panic.

Noen, leaning on the Priest’s Staff, faced the eclipse, motionless.

Despite the Prophet having already declared to the Believers that the eclipse would appear a full forty times, the Believers, even though they understood, still could not resist the panic in their hearts.

They cried out to God, they lifted their hearts towards God, pleading for His divine signs to suddenly descend and thoroughly disperse all their hardship and suffering.

A breeze shook the loose brick and stone of the New Rule Garden.

The eclipse lasted the duration of half an oil lamp’s burning before finally fading away under the frantic gaze of the crowd.

At this moment, people excitedly shed tears, although they knew that the eclipse was bound to come, and it would appear a full forty times.

Noen knelt before the two stone tablets, staring at the sentences of God’s word upon them.

Thousands of years ago, Prophet Al had declared the meaning of God in the Pattern Garden.

And now, Noen was in the New Rule Garden, looking upon the deeds of Prophet Al.

[When Al went up the mountain, God allowed him to see God Himself.

God revealed to the Prophet as the foremost among men, instructing him to record all that he saw and heard.

Afterward, Al spoke to Him like a child, pouring out everything.

He said he had extinguished the fire and declared God’s standing on the high mountain, and then he asked God how the people of Logos should sacrifice in the future.

God said to Al,

"Your sacrifices do no good for me."

So, Al asked God,

"God, aren’t there any beasts that you delight in? Do we not need to offer sacrifices?"

God then questioned Al:

"Do you honor me with blood, expecting me to repay you with blood? Do you honor me with disaster, expecting me to repay you with disaster?"

God’s voice taught Al to listen.

Al trembled and said,

"Lord, from now on, there shall be no blood sacrifice."

Then, Al asked,

"So what do you delight in, God?"

God did not speak, He did not say directly, for if humans can hardly listen to thunder, how could they hear His heartbeat?

He only looked into the distance, and Al understood God’s meaning.]

Noen read every passage on the stone tablets.

This simple story without twists and turns was what moved Noen the most, lingering in his memory for a long time.

In his youth, Noen’s favorite tale was of God’s salvation as told by the old Priest when Doomsday approached.

Even though Noen still enjoyed that story now, as he grew older, the tumultuous stories no longer stirred his emotions as much, just as a person in old age, having seen clouds billowing and tides ebbing, finds it hard to shed soul-crushing tears any longer.

Yet this story, plain and brief like an inconspicuous footnote, possessed a power that reached straight to the soul.

Noen caressed the stone tablet, while behind him the crying prayers of the Believers continued unabated.

People always seek God’s footsteps in their fear, for that is when they are most helpless and in need of God the most.

Whether or not they can find God’s footsteps, perhaps they will, perhaps they will not; aside from God, no one can be certain.

The Prophet was all too clear,

The advent of despair,

Is when the lamb is most thirsty, when life needs light the most.

And when they have had their fill, bathed in abundant light, they no longer urgently seek the green grass, no longer urgently plead for light.

Their prayers will be small, their faith will wane.

Noen knew there was nothing wrong with that attitude, he had no intention of reproaching.

But he would not be like the others.

Because he was a child chosen by God.

Noen stood up from the stone tablets and then knelt before the altar, his heart free from fear.

No matter how many times the eclipse came, no matter how many disasters befell,

No matter whether the grass had fed the lambs, no matter whether the light had penetrated the darkness...

He would pray in serenity, as he always had.

Because prayer is not only a plea.

But a conversation with God, a dialogue with the Lord.

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