Only God
Chapter 229 - 195 Time has come_2

Chapter 229: Chapter 195 Time has come_2

Countless times pulling the bowstring, his strong arms now felt weak; he stood there, frozen, motionless.

He saw the massive wings flapping in mid-air, Claudiu staring at this archery-skilled hero as if he were a lion gazing at a powerless lamb.

"Tyrant..."

Medes spoke, his voice trembling.

As soon as his words fell, Claudiu had already soared to Medes’s face, his hands, armed with dragon claws, about to tear the hero in front of him to shreds.

"Claudiu!"

A thunderous roar erupted on the battlefield, a javelin aimed at Claudiu, coming from afar with an unstoppable force, the sound of the air bursting in its path.

Claudiu fiercely raised his hand, blocking the incoming javelin with his sharp dragon claws, excitement flashing in his fierce eyes.

In front of him was Baird, hailed as a hero among heroes.

Baird, too, was graced with the blessings of the Dragon God Endora, suddenly sprouting dragon scales, his massive dragon wings creating strong gusts of wind as he rushed up to Claudiu’s face in an instant.

Atop the city walls, the bodies of the Beastmen and Garrison, incomplete and overlapped, fell to the ground indistinguishably, their blood soaking the walls. This brutal war was a mutual destruction, either the fall of Ajia or the death of the tyrant.

The Beastmen continuously rammed the city gates with huge logs, which shook unsteadily,

The Beastmen climbing the walls had their spear tips, heads, and intestines dropping to the ground, but their morale did not suffer much. Facing the shaking city gates, the Beastmen saw hope ahead and displayed even more bravery than before.

As the enemy numbers gradually increased, the soldiers stationed on the walls fell into panic, fighting desperately against the enemy.

The Garrison’s spears thrust forward continuously, pulling and stabbing. With spears, swords, and shields, they countered the relentless charges of the enemy, both sides being butchered pieces on the battlefield.

Facing the far more numerous Beastmen, the faces of the Three-eyed Ape People showed exhaustion and fear, their morale severely impacted by the appearance of that tyrant.

Claudiu and Baird tangled on the city walls, dragon claws shredding each other’s dragon scales, blood overflowing from both sides.

Baird wielded a spear in one hand and a bronze sword in the other, parrying the heavy and powerful dragon claws as Claudiu, like a frenzied beast, laughed wildly, forcing Ajia’s hero back step by step.

Medes, holding a bow and arrow, continuously pulled his bow, harassing Claudiu, who no one could match.

And high-shielding Lammon, like a giant on the battlefield, seeing Baird at a disadvantage, roared loudly, his movement causing dust to rise from the city walls as he charged at Claudiu.

Ajia’s heroes, only united in effort, could barely contend with the tyrant Claudiu.

This siege battle lasted an entire morning until the Beastmen began to flee, leaving countless bodies on the battlefield before retreating like a tide.

The heroes were battered, Claudiu’s terror still lingering in their minds, while the soldiers, after a brutal fight, felt their legs tremble in belated realization.

Today, the Beastmen had temporarily retreated. When would they come surging back like a tide?

No one knew, nor did anyone want to know.

Fear spread among the Three-eyed Ape People, as if with the next attack, Ajia’s prized walls would fall into enemy hands, the entire Kingdom engulfed in bloody plunder and war.

It all seemed like the end of the world.

And man’s own strength was still far from enough to spare himself from this apocalypse.

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

Facing inevitable destruction, what could people do?

When powerless, people could only plead with their faith, plead with the Divine.

Outside the Great Temple,

Queen Isis led the Nobles in offering sacrifices, kneeling long before the statue of Kagawus, begging the creator of the Three-eyed Ape People to manifest his immense Divine Power.

For this, under the priest’s leadership, the Nobles offered even more precious sacrifices than before, many shedding tears, all for the sake of seeking peace.

And in the New Rule Garden.

The streets around were filled with kneeling, praying Believers, leaning on each other, still hearing the echoing sound of the shaking walls in their ears, everyone shivering, their faces filled with sorrow and panic.

"Oh Lord,

Can I grasp Your hand?

Lead us into the miracles of life,

Allow us to hear the holy voice..."

The voices of prayer, some loud, some soft; people clasped their hands and murmured Scriptures with their voices low, tear marks dried on their faces.

Ajia was on the brink of falling; they did not know how much longer they could hold on.

In their sorrow, people prayed, hoping for the Lord’s might to descend instantly and reverse everything before their eyes.

Noen stood in front of the stone steles, one hand holding the Priest’s Staff, the other caressing the two stone steles before him.

He did not pray.

In the current New Rule Garden, tens of thousands were in panic, the inconsolable crying of the Believers filling every corner, but Noen’s expression remained normal, just quietly waiting.

Because he knew...

The time was coming.

The day God spoke of was near.

At this moment, Noen focused on every word and sentence on the two steles, not daring to blink, reading every story he knew by heart.

Perhaps...there might be no chance to see these two steles again.

Noen thought this way, and he cherished the time even more.

At that moment, a believer approached, tremblingly asked:

"Prophet...

Can we truly be saved?"

The believer was old, his face covered with wrinkles, and his hands clasped together, shaking, never daring to let go.

Noen looked directly into the believer’s eyes, and quietly said:

"Do not be afraid,

when the apocalypse comes, God will have saved us."

Noen tried his best to soothe the old man before him, then pointed to the stele, recited scriptures for him, and talked to him about God’s salvation, during which no one was lost.

The old man’s mood did not calm down, but trembled even more.

In New Rule Garden, prayers full of fear were everywhere, and even the most optimistic people would start to doubt themselves, even descending into despair.

"Prophet, those forty solar eclipses, are they really not God’s punishment?"

the old man asked again.

Noen heard this, a question that countless believers had asked him.

Believers could not understand why the bright sky during daytime would be engulfed by darkness.

"It is not, that is not God’s punishment."

Noen whispered.

Hearing this answer, the old man did not calm down, but trembled even more.

The old man grabbed the Prophet’s hands, agitatedly said:

"But, but...

God has done so much for us, what have we given back to Him?

This must be God’s punishment!"

That quivering voice struck Noen, who was momentarily stunned.

Only to hear this trembling old man continue:

"It is God punishing us!

Because God has shown us so much grace, yet we fail to repay!!

We should be offering sacrifices daily, presenting precious tributes, even our lives on the altar, yet for a long time, it has been empty...

It is God punishing us!

Because we have not given anything back to Him! Our end is coming!"

Inside New Rule Garden, countless believers were startled by the old man’s voice, showing faces of fear, infinite regrets sweeping into the depths of everyone’s souls.

People’s faces were sorrowful, their eyes lost, hands trembling, countless eyes fell on Noen, desperately seeking an answer.

Is God... really punishing us?

Because we can give nothing back, because we have become meaningless to Him...

Noen clenched the Priest’s Staff in his hand, trembling uncontrollably himself.

He very much wanted to tell these fearful and confused people:

No, it’s not like that... God is not punishing us...

But the Prophet also realized,

in the face of God’s infinite grace,

what can people possibly give back?

If we cannot repay, compared to the Almighty God, what significance do humans have?

Noen fell silent, the Priest’s Staff gently trembling in his hand.

He had never pondered this question; he did not know the answer.

"Noen, my child."

Just when he was about to sink into the swamp of confusion,

a holy and ethereal voice echoed in Noen’s mind.

Noen raised his face, a flash of astonishment in his eyes, which quickly returned to resolve.

Behind him,

a light was shining through.

That divine light was guiding the second Prophet in this world towards the vast cosmos.

Yes,

the days were about to be fulfilled, the time was near.

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