Only God
Chapter 481 - 419: God... I Beg for Your Forgiveness (Two in One) _2

Chapter 481: Chapter 419: God... I Beg for Your Forgiveness (Two in One) _2

Facing the roar of the Merfolk envoy Po Han, Nimirda seemed to have already known the outcome, showing neither joy nor surprise.

Boom!

Just as Merfolk Po Han was about to hysterically curse the prince in front of him to vent his longstanding anger, he suddenly heard a thunderous noise coming from the ground.

Jailbreak...

Po Han’s mind went blank, with only that word remaining.

After King Simir had delivered his verdict, those Elves supporting Nimirda could no longer hold back and took the initiative to rescue him.

In an instant, the dungeon’s door was smashed open, and Po Han saw a dozen Elves squeeze into the cramped dungeon, followed by a dense crowd of people.

The Elves were shouting Nimirda’s name, celebrating the survival of this Elven prince. Their gazes were fervent and resolute, yearning to devote all their strength to follow Nimirda, even to the ends of the earth.

Their momentum was even larger than the biggest tide Po Han had seen in his entire life.

"Why, why is it like this..."

Po Han muttered to himself in a daze,

"Could it be... is this really the guidance of the Angels?"

The Merfolk envoy backed away in fear, able only to watch helplessly as the Elves smashed open the prison doors, hugged Nimirda in their midst, and then raised him high under the sunlight, collectively praising God’s arrangement.

Thousands of Logosians gathered in the streets and alleys, cheering for Nimirda like they would for a hero, all looking up to him; these people, as if having waited for a long time, finally saw their leader.

Nimirda, surrounded by the Elves present, was held high under the sunlight, and even though he had anticipated this, the calls of his followers still managed to stir his emotions. Under the sunlight, he raised his arms and shouted, "Thank the fate, thank the grace of God."

The losers in this struggle did not achieve the outcome they wanted. Painful struggles pervaded every corner, but the losers were already powerless to reverse it all. Rather than say Nimirda was exiled, it was more like he was pardoned.

Nimirda’s survival from great peril,

was like a premonition of Divine Revelation...

In the future, they would leave the Nus Kingdom, just as Dertulian had left the Old Kingdom. The true path seemed to have already been revealed; Nimirda would lead his followers away from this realm to establish a new world in a land where nobody had ever set foot!

Po Han suddenly felt the surge of history facing him, and as a dam himself, he was powerless to stop it, being smashed to pieces in the tidal wave.

Nimirda stood under the sunlight, while Po Han stood in the gloomy dungeons, as if he was the true prisoner.

The remaining Merfolk envoys in the Nus Kingdom all turned pale and emitted helpless wails, continuously praying to the deities to extend a helping hand and reverse the situation.

"God, why like this, are you intending to let both races bleed?"

The Merfolk envoys cried out in pain, unable to accept the outcome.

They watched in panic as Nimirda was lifted higher and higher, and under the sunlight, he looked like a Holy King.

In that distant Holy Land.

The radiance of tall mountains stood atop the peak, intermittently visible amidst swirling mists, as if a pair of eyes, across the vast distance, observed the grievances and hatred between the two races.

.........

Half the kingdom plunged into celebration due to Nimirda’s survival.

Those from Logos followed Nimirda, viewing him as another King Dertulian. Before long, they would leave this place, abandoning the gradually corrupting Nus Kingdom, to establish another idyllic haven.

All of this... seemed to validate the words of the "Twin Kings Book," like a grand religious metaphor.

The people of Logos begged for God’s protection, praying that the magnificent lord of Heaven might look upon their new king and bestow divine revelation.

The division among the Elves ultimately ended with Nimirda’s victory, leading countless people to believe he was truly a person guided by the Angels.

In contrast to the jubilance of Nimirda’s followers, the fierce Merfolk envoys from the Undersea Kingdom couldn’t accept this dreadful outcome. On the second day after Nimirda’s exile, they secretly sent people back into the kingdom to send reports.

The Undersea Kingdom prepared to sever its millennium-long friendship with the people of Logos.

Even... to cut off their own brethren, directing the flames of vengeance into war.

However... those envoys sent to the Undersea Kingdom never returned.

Po Han certainly knew about this; he did not want to see the two races break apart, but he also couldn’t accept that the criminal did not receive the proper punishment.

"God... stop this all.

Let the criminal die!

Otherwise, the earth will bleed, the friendship you witnessed will cease to exist..."

Po Han prayed fervently,

"God... righteous God, may you protect both races, let their friendship endure forever..."

Would God truly protect both races?

If Nimirda’s exile was God’s arrangement, then did God... tacitly approve the rift between the two races?

Po Han did not know; he could only pray.

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

Before long, before Po Han could recover from the shock, before half the kingdom could fully grasp the celebration, an even more startling message came from the distant Undersea Kingdom.

King Oro, Nimirda’s father, the sovereign of Nus...

On the way to the Undersea Kingdom... there was an assassination!

No one knew how the assassin got past the heavy guard, nor did anyone know precisely when King Oro was attacked...

Accompanied by the stab of a dagger that only the Merfolk used, King Oro, though not immediately dead, was grievously injured and not long for this world.

The Undersea Kingdom tried hard to conceal this incident, and all the envoys sent back to report the results of Nimirda’s judgment were kept in the Undersea Kingdom, not allowed to return to land.

But... you can’t wrap fire with paper.

King Oro was already in his twilight years; even the best efforts of the Merfolk physicians couldn’t save his life, which was nearing its end.

The Regent of the Undersea Kingdom witnessed the last moments of King Oro.

"It’s been a long time..."

King Oro whispered,

"No one wants to see this outcome, do they?"

The Regent and King Oro had been close friends; he was lost for words now, his eyes brimming with tears.

He seemed to have an inkling, but could not be sure.

King Oro asked hoarsely,

"How are your people doing now?"

The Regent was at a loss for words, and it took a while before he responded,

"The whole kingdom is in a panic...

No one could have imagined... it would end like this; they seem too frightened even to speak of Nimirda’s transgression."

King Oro’s face was pale, yet his aging eyes were still vibrant,

"Oh... errors...

My eldest son committed errors, and so did you all.

It seems we truly are brothers."

Faced with the old king’s bitter joke, the Regent remained silent.

Silence hovered between them.

Today, King Oro would die in a foreign land.

After a long time, the Regent finally broke the silence, his voice trembling,

"Tell me, Oro... how exactly did the assassin stab you?"

Before the Regent could finish, King Oro interrupted,

"No need to ask further... I have already recounted it, with nothing hidden."

The old king’s voice grew fainter,

"I thought... our tribes’ friendship would last forever, just as God witnessed long ago.

Yet, in the end, we face such an outcome.

Hasn’t there been enough blood shed?"

The Regent replied with a trembling voice,

"Yes, yes..."

King Oro smiled, his aged face radiating brilliantly as he slowly closed his eyes,

"We are the wheat of God...

Such an ancient covenant... let’s not let our descendants forget...

We are the races witnessed by God, if we cannot forgive each other, let us not shed each other’s blood."

As King Oro spoke, he closed his eyes and did not open them again,

In the end, the old king murmured,

"God... I beg your forgiveness..."

The Whale King died, and not long after, King Oro also succumbed to death.

Despite numerous conflicts in the past, with the death of the two kings, all had finally come to an end.

The people of Logos and the Unihorn...

Thousands of years ago one afternoon, when Al and Yarlessto emerged from the belly of the Unihorn, God designated the Unihorn to them, admonishing that not a single grain of wheat should fall to the ground...

God’s words seem to exist not only in the annals of history,

Thousands of years passed, and with the death of King Oro, the Unihorn still remains the brethren of the people of Logos, still the two grains of wheat of God, unchanged forever, until the end of the world.

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