Only God
Chapter 346 - 303 is the Prophet, also the Angel

Chapter 346: Chapter 303 is the Prophet, also the Angel

Water God Angel, as one of the earliest five Divine beings, His prestige among the Divine was never to be underestimated.

In fact, including Shan’en, the five earliest-awoken Divines, despite their varying Divine Powers, were all held in utmost reverence by the Divines of the Celestial Kingdom, with some even considering them to be the leaders second only to Shan’en.

Within these, the Prophetic God Kagawus was a prime example.

Countless Divine beings sought help, all thinking of Kagawus, ascending to his Temple, requesting the prophecies they wished for.

Water God Angel came alone to seek out Solamus.

Among the Divines of the Celestial Kingdom, due to Bennice, He became aware of Solamus’s existence far earlier than other Divines.

However, Water God Angel did not react as Wine God Sibos did, struck by impact, frantically seeking Shan’en upon the throne; He kept it concealed, pretending never to have noticed.

Solamus, looking at Angel, asked slowly,

"So, Angel, what have you come to me for?"

Water God Angel glanced at Bennice, smiled gently, and spoke to Solamus,

"You may already know the extent of the panic you’ve caused throughout the entire Celestial Kingdom..."

"Every Divine being’s attitude towards you is not the same, and several months ago, Shan’en announced the prophecy once made by Kagawus.

Now, not a single Divine does not know that the Divine Kingdom of our Father is soon to descend and will destroy the existing order."

Hearing this, Solamus nodded slightly.

What Water God Angel had said was just as she had previously anticipated.

"So... have you come to stop me? Or to advise me? Just as you once appeared in the sea to counsel Dertulian."

Solamus asked calmly and deliberately.

Upon hearing that, Angel’s face showed a trace of surprise, Dertulian... It had been a long time since He had thought of that Logos man.

The founder of the Nus Kingdom was a figure from nearly seven thousand years ago.

"I am not here to stop you, nor to advise you."

Water God Angel spoke with a gentle demeanor, smiling,

"You must understand, not every Divine being foolishly resists the fulfillment of prophecy."

Solamus felt somewhat surprised, but on reflection, Angel’s words were quite reasonable.

Indeed, she knew there were Divines who longed for the prophecy to be fulfilled, like Hiris, the God of Mountains and Crafts.

"Thousands of years ago, I forged ties with the Unihorn whales, and the race I created, along with them, conceived a new species unlike any before, creating an unprecedented undersea civilization in the depths of the ocean.

And now, as your words spread to the ears of all Gods, those who follow me ask of me to do everything in my power to make the prophecy come true, to welcome the descent of that Heavenly City."

Angel paused, then slowly said,

"Among them, of course, are those who are swayed by the winds, yet even so, they still anticipate the coming of the Divine Kingdom, they will sing praises to the Father’s greatness night and day, just like the most devout True Believers."

Water God Angel’s words clearly clarified to Solamus the stance of Himself and the Divine beings who followed Him.

Facing the impending Divine Kingdom and the prophecy bound to be fulfilled, the Divines among the stars developed vastly different attitudes, with an undercurrent of potential division.

Solamus could be certain that Angel’s meeting with him had not received the approval of Shan’en.

"So, what are your intentions?

You represent our Father, please tell me, will the Father refuse His own offspring?"

Water God Angel gazed intently at Solamus, her voice melodious and haunting, faintly touching the edge of ethereality.

Solamus gave his reply,

"Then...

please wait with your utmost patience."

Water God Angel nodded slightly, secretly letting out a sigh.

It was evident, Solamus had accepted the goodwill she offered.

"Now, Father’s Envoy, may I know your name?"

Angel asked gently.

"I am Solamus, a Prophet, and an Angel."

The time had nearly come, and there was no longer any need for Solamus to hide.

Water God nodded gravely, committing the name to memory, and then kindly inquired,

"Tell me, Solamus, as Heaven is about to descend upon us, what exactly is going to happen?"

Angel asked softly.

There are always signs.

Heaven would not descend abruptly, or Solamus would not have spent nearly a thousand years proclaiming it to the Gods.

"Eclipse."

Solamus murmured quietly.

Angel squinted her eyes, recalling something.

In that near-apocalyptic war a millennium ago that almost destroyed the Country of Divines...

The grandeur of the great sun was obscured a full forty times.

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

Danschel.

The once bustling Royal City, now enveloped in a grave atmosphere today.

King Phil of Danschel wore a solemn expression, summoning the Kingdom’s ministers and city-state lords to mobilize the entire Kingdom to resist the invasion of King Nesol.

This small nation had long been at peace, and the royal council had been delayed by three days due to the ministers’ procrastination. During these three days, King Phil had reviewed the Royal City’s Forbidden Army’s readiness and was shocked to find that in this most prosperous Royal City, the thousands-strong Royal Guard could not muster the necessary weapons.

All these were pushing everyone steadily towards the brink of despair. King Phil, despite his furious rage, throwing the Royal Guard’s commander into the dungeon, and stripping his ministers of their hereditary titles, could do nothing to help the military weakness of the entire Kingdom.

On the day the royal council was held, King Phil lifted his head; he saw no resolute will in the eyes of his ministers, not even in the eyes of those ministers he had usually found most satisfactory, only timidity and trepidation.

Danschel, a mere small nation, has long enjoyed the fruits of peace over these centuries—more the result of luck than the small nation’s own efforts.

The sword blades of great nations are so sharp, their horses such magnificent beasts, and those Miracle Workers who either revel in grace or wield the Ancient Language are far more numerous than in Danschel. Once war arrives, Danschel will have no power to resist; they can only end up slaughtered at another’s whim.

"King, that decree from Nesol..."

A minister stepped forward, bowing deeply as he pleaded,

"I know, Nesol will use our unwillingness to submit as a pretext to attack Danschel...

Then... why don’t we submit voluntarily, dispatch a sizeable force, and send the decree of submission along with various gifts, risking our lives to deliver them to Nesol’s Palace, letting his ministers know we harbor no rebellious intentions.

By doing this, Danschel can be preserved, and you will remain the sovereign of this nation!"

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