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Chapter 287 - 247: The True Mission!

Chapter 287: Chapter 247: The True Mission!

By the time the first light of dawn was peeking through, Xilan was awakened by a cacophony of noise.

He jolted upright and saw that the True Believers had gathered outside the New Rule Garden, their panic immediately filling the air.

"What’s happened? What’s going on?"

Xilan hurried out and asked.

"Priest, His Majesty the King is going to expel us!"

A low-ranking noble approached, his voice trembling as he spoke.

Xilan stood frozen for a moment before snapping back to reality.

"This... What’s going on?

Daniel! DANIEL!"

He instinctively called for his disciple but received no reply.

Before Xilan could gather his thoughts, he saw a familiar figure pushing through the crowd of True Believers, arriving in front of him drenched in sweat.

"Casas?!"

Xilan exclaimed in disbelief.

"Xilan! Run! Take the people and run!"

Casas urgently advised him:

"The King is going to arrest the rebellious Stone Slaves, he will drive you all out.

Run! You are their leader, the King won’t let you off easily!"

Xilan stepped forward, urgently asking:

"What exactly is going on?"

Casas took a deep breath, then quickly recounted the events that had taken place in the Palace.

Xilan’s initial confusion slowly turned into fear and astonishment.

He turned back to look at the New Rule Garden before him, realizing in a bewildered state that they would have to say their final goodbyes to this new garden left by the Prophet.

"Xilan... Daniel, Daniel has been arrested!"

Before Xilan could fully react, Casas announced so.

"What, WHAT?!"

Xilan was struck as if by a thunderbolt, staring incredulously at Casas.

Casas said slowly:

"Ever since my father told me about what happened in the Palace, I immediately sent people to inquire everywhere, but then I heard the news that Daniel had been arrested..."

Xilan’s face slowly lost its color, his whole mind coming to a halt, the successive fatal blows instantly breaking down his mental defenses.

And soon after,

when he heard news of Daniel again...

Daniel had already been executed.

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

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

Xilan stood in the chaotic New Rule Garden.

He was paralyzed... those fearful voices surrounded him, yet he could not move.

It was as if he was squeezed into the depths of the sea, the ocean waters pressing in from all sides, engulfing him completely. Every time he opened his mouth to breathe, the water rushed in, suffocating him of any sound.

Xilan was helpless.

Once, he had admired everything about Daniel, so comforted and proud of having such a disciple... Now everything was gone, Daniel was dead, a shameful death.

People brought Daniel’s last words to him—Justice is in my blood!

The True Believers huddled around Xilan, shaking with fear, asking him:

"Priest Xilan, what should we do?!"

Xilan was stiff, and after a long moment, he slowly knelt to the ground.

Sad tears slid down his cheeks.

Once, he thought he had everything, but the cruel reality almost shattered all his beliefs.

What should he do now?

Xilan turned stiffly to look at the three steles standing behind the altar.

"Daniel..."

Xilan murmured.

He seemed to see his disciple full of conviction again, excitedly telling him that he was the Prophet’s disciple, destined to be entrusted with a mission from God.

"Justice is in my blood..."

Xilan muttered Daniel’s last words.

At that moment, Casas rushed over, pushing through the crowd, grabbing his shoulders, and said with a trembling voice:

"Run! Xilan, just run!

Leave this place, leave Ajia Land, only then will you have a chance at life."

A chance at life...

Only by leaving here would we have a chance at life...

Xilan stood up dazedly, slowly pushing Casas away, and staggered to the front of the three Holy Scriptures.

Only by leaving here would we have a chance at life...

Casas’ words echoed in Xilan’s head.

He kneeled in front of the altar in a daze.

Daniel...

Am I really...

entrusted with a mission by God?

If I am really entrusted with a mission by God... then why, why am I so powerless?!

He slowly lifted his head and gazed at the steles for a long time, unable to speak a word.

Tears continued to flow down the Priest’s face, the continuous blows bringing confusion, despair... washing over the Elf’s mind again and again.

"Priest, what should we do?!"

The sad voices of the True Believers filled the entire New Rule Garden.

Xilan bowed his head, on the brink of being completely crushed.

In that instant, the only choice left was to flee Ajia Land, yet that sinful King could continue to maintain his reign by persecuting the True Believers.

A sense of injustice welled up in Xilan’s heart...

He slowly lifted his head, looking desperately at the steles before him.

A serene light beamed onto the stele.

It had come quietly, seemingly out of nowhere, slipping through the open window. It felt like it had just arrived, yet also as if it had always been there.

That light, illuminated every word on the stele.

"When King Dovlo decreed, the people were about to execute the Angel."

Xilan was petrified.

It all seemed like yesterday once more.

He remembered that story, he recited the Scripture daily, and would never forget.

In that story, King Dovlo and his son met their end.

His mind seemed to stop, flooded with memories of Daniel, recalling every one of Daniel’s prayers, every one of his sermons, every one of his doubtful inquiries.

In the end, he remembered Daniel’s last words,

"Righteousness is in my blood!"

Xilan slowly clenched his fists.

He did not know whether it was merely an unremarkable light, or a true manifestation of a miracle.

But he knew, someone must pay the price.

King Anuket executed Daniel, just as King Dovlo had once executed Basel.

They had committed a great sin,

"And the wages of sin... is death!"

.........

Xilan slowly stood up from in front of the stone monument.

"Don’t try to persuade me anymore, Casas."

He walked out slowly, gently pushing away Casas who had advised him, and stood before everyone.

The fearful and anxious True Believers looked up at him, begging him to find a path of salvation.

"Priest Xilan, what should we do?!"

"Priest, where do we go now?"

"I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die... Lord, protect us."

The True Believers were in uproar, fear’s tide pushing against them, leaving them breathless.

Xilan looked around at everyone present.

"We may be about to die."

That calmly chilled voice fell to the ground.

All the fear rose to an even higher peak, with wailing grief and panic-struck glances everywhere as people could find no path to salvation.

People looked up at Xilan, only to see the Prophet’s Disciple slowly ask:

"Are we... really going to die so simply?

Do nothing, either get arrested and die at the execution grounds, or be exiled and die in the wilderness."

Xilan’s questions pounded on every panic-stricken heart.

People were frozen, uproar instantly turning into silence.

They held their breath, waiting for Xilan’s words.

"Turn your heads, look at that field full of death."

"There, our brethren were killed, their blood flowing into the land, some were burned, some beheaded, some hanged.

The man on that throne tramples our faith and righteousness.

He will not remember the name of each person killed; he only cares about his power.

In his eyes, we are dust, stones, ants."

The True Believers listened to Xilan’s voice, as if they vividly saw each execution, and those personal experiences, the miserable memories of persecution, trickled into their minds.

In front of that King, in front of those exalted on behalf of the King, each and every one of them was of no significance.

Xilan looked at them, and a startling and deafening voice suddenly rose,

"In that execution ground,

Someone cried out just before their death,

’Righteousness is in my blood!’"

The words struck like thunder.

That lightning cleaved the darkness, and everyone’s soul was struck, torn apart, and then suddenly twisted by a tremendous force!

They were persecuted, bullied... so many had died.

Yet no one had ever cried out "Righteousness" before death!

Peoples’ fists clenched involuntarily.

"Tell me, what is man born for?!"

Xilan’s continuous questions shook every soul.

That question echoed in the ears of the True Believers.

And almost everyone had the same answer.

Man... man is not born for mere sustenance.

Man is a child of God...

Man is not to be enslaved cattle; man lives in this world for righteousness.

That righteousness is higher than any Palace Temple, higher than any peace, higher than any earthly emotion, as the sky is high above the earth!

"The dead have passed away, the living bear a heavy duty,

We are the heirs of the Prophet,

In us, we have a mission!"

That voice of Xilan, resounded in everyone’s heart.

Their souls trembled.

That consolidated faith,

After all those persecutions,

In countless silent prayers, how much power does it truly contain?

"Destroy the palace of that sinner!"

Finally, a voice of anger rose from among the people.

In an instant, rage spread like a wildfire, sweeping through everyone’s soul.

"Revenge, revenge, execute Anuket!"

"The wages of sin is death! The wages of sin is death!"

The crowds cried out hoarsely, their necks trembling, their arms shaking, just like those rebellious Stone Slaves, they could no longer endure.

They were to rise in an unprecedented uprising,

For the sacred cause, for the blood of the Martyrs,

For Daniel, for every persecution...

For...

Righteousness in the blood!

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