Only God
Chapter 86 - 78 Insignificant

Chapter 86: Chapter 78 Insignificant

Dertulian stood beneath the gathering storm clouds.

The Oar-sail Ship rocked amid the surging waves, as the people of Logos huddled together, casting anxious glances at the sky’s anomalies.

The violent winds swept up the sea water, dyeing the sky a deep blue, as the sun dimmed and was quickly obscured by dark clouds, the ship’s sails leaning to one side—a clear sign of impending destruction!

Thunder exploded above the sea, and rain began to fall, striking the ship and causing it to sway from side to side.

Dertulian still stood on the deck, facing the sky flashing with lightning.

It seemed the storm sought to bury these defiant Logos people in the sea, entombing them here.

Dertulian looked up to the sky, his eyes fixed steadfastly on the dense clouds as if gazing directly into the eyes of the Gods.

Torrential rain poured down, and the Oar-sail Ship vibrated with a buzzing tremor, the waves growing larger each time, sharp as knives, threatening to tear the vessel apart.

Crack!

A gust of wind came, snapping the tall mast in half, and the ensuing crash provoked screams of terror from the people.

Fear gripped their throats.

Almost everyone realized a terrifying truth...

They were going to die here.

Among the fearful crowd, only Dertulian remained standing on the deck.

His feet were firmly planted on the deck, as solid as bronze nails.

In front of the ship, the seawater coalesced into a humanoid form, facing the turbulent Oar-sail Ship from afar.

"Dertulian, I am Angel, a member of the Gods.

I appear before you only to offer a final piece of advice."

The figure formed of seawater spoke.

Dertulian looked at the being who claimed to be the Water God Angel.

"What do you have to say?"

Dertulian’s voice was hoarse, his tone deep.

Among those present, no one else saw the Water God Angel; no one else heard the voice of the Divine.

"Dertulian,

Your faith is indeed steadfast until death, but do not forget, our Father, your God, has long departed.

The world belongs to the Gods of the Celestial Kingdom. Even now, will you not worship, will you not offer reverence?"

The voice of Water God Angel was calm and gentle, narrating everything truthfully without a hint of falsehood.

The Gods had no need to deceive these insignificant people of Logos.

"Water God, my faith is trivial to the Gods, and the so-called ’steadfast until death’ is even more insignificant in the eyes of the Gods. The people of Logos lack your mighty power; steadfast faith is all we have."

Dertulian rejected the enticement of Water God Angel, allowing the rain to strike his face.

The ship bobbed with the waves, as if it might capsize at any moment and plunge to the ocean floor.

Water God Angel asked, puzzled:

"I do not understand, what do you gain by dying here? Worship the Gods, build temples for them, and in the future, all beings will revere you as noble, regard you as leaders, and view your people, Logos, as the Prophets for other races.

Yet, you persist stubbornly.

You should know that the Gods can easily take your life.

To hold onto an old faith now seems so foolish and ignorant to me."

As soon as these words fell, a bolt of lightning exploded not far from the ship, a flash of lightning illuminating the sky white as if the Gods were showcasing their greatness.

"I know, you possess miracles, you possess great power.

You sit so high above, able to look down upon any life.

"My life seems no more resilient than an ant in your eyes."

Despite the lightning flashes, Dertulian’s expression remained steady.

He looked at the Water God Angel and said,

"My life and death may be trivial to all Logosians, but my defiance could inspire generations to come.

Resisting you Gods might bring me endless suffering, even take my life.

Yet, my story will be passed from mouth to mouth, and my name will be revered in legends.

When people utter the name ’Dertulian,’ they will know my tale; they will carry pride, never bowing their backs to the Gods, unwavering until death!"

The Water God Angel listened to Dertulian’s words. To Him, this Logosian was so stubborn, could have avoided cruel punishment. At this point, the Gods had already shown enough mercy and compassion; it was time to unleash catastrophe.

The figure crafted from seawater slowly sank and instantly dispersed,

Then...

A greater storm swept in!

The Logosians on the oar-sail ship pushed each other, almost all hiding inside the cabin, they huddled together, shivering, dozens of hands tightly clasped together, the cries of women and children echoed for a long time.

Only Dertulian still stood on the deck.

Letting the storm assault him, that resolute face showed not a trace of fear.

"Gods,"

"How great is your calamity?"

Dertulian asked plainly, facing the storm.

Suddenly, a thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking near the sea surface, its tendrils lingering long over the water.

It appeared as a mere intimidation.

The oar-sail ship rocked unstably. Dertulian stepped forward, standing at the bow.

"What are you hesitating for?"

"I am standing right here, where has your lightning gone?"

Dertulian straightened his robust body, Logosians naturally stronger than beasts, could fight a winged tiger alone with just a spear, and formidable hunters like Dertulian could even wrestle with mammoths.

As if answering Dertulian’s challenge, lightning flashed in the storm clouds, and for an instant, a slim line of light stretched down from the sky, striking Dertulian.

The lightning was no thicker than a finger, Dertulian bore it bravely, pain instantly enveloping his body, followed by numbness, his teeth chattering in the storm.

Yet he still stood.

"I am still here, Gods!"

"How much calamity do you have left? Come on, pour it out!"

Dertulian roared at the sky, the wind growing fierce, waves pounding the lonely oar-sail ship, threatening to tear it apart and overturn it.

His voice was heard by the Gods, thunderbolts in the clouds shined competitively, thunder unceasing in his ears.

Dertulian stared straight at the sky, then saw a thick bolt of lightning slowly emerge from the dark clouds, its residual currents slightly bursting open, scattering the surrounding clouds.

The lightning charged directly at Dertulian.

It all happened in the blink of an eye; the moment after the flash, a sound as loud as a mountain collapsing rang out.

Dertulian’s body ignited into flames which the heavy rain extinguished but left terrifying charred flesh.

The Prophet’s second son lifted his numb hand, furiously scratching at his charred skin, spitting blood in large mouthfuls onto the ground, his eyes still fixed on the lightning-filled sky.

His body shook, curled up enduring immense pain, yet he still stood, did not fall.

Dertulian stepped back, leaning on the broken ship’s mast, supporting himself not to fall.

The fire of rage burned fiercely in his heart.

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