Only God-Chapter 552 - 476 We Are Too Insignificant (Added two in one)

Chapter 552: Chapter 476 We Are Too Insignificant (Added two in one)

How long had the Great Angel been battling those three Gods?

No one could count the exact duration.

The Gods who watched the battle knew only that day and night had changed several times, but whether it had been several days or more than ten days, no one paid attention.

For these nearly immortal Divine beings, several days or even ten days were the same—it was akin to a few minutes in the eyes of mortals.

The storms of Utus rose and fell numerous times, turning the originally azure sea turbid and unclear, with the nearby land submerged under water. Lorri’s Divine Power shook the earth, causing it to continuously tremble, crack, and intense earthquakes surged through everything on the ground.

The aftermath of the battle ravaged this part of the universe beyond recognition, and the only silver lining was that it was an uninhabited land.

The Gods repeatedly considered the choice of battlefield, an area uninhabited and untouched by humans for centuries. Regardless of who won or lost this battle, it was almost impossible for it to affect the mortals on the ground.

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Rewinding time a bit, before the battle had erupted, neither the Angels nor the Divine beings had noticed that a Sect was progressing toward the Holy Land.

They were making a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, but due to various changes along the way, they had to take a long detour, taking over thirty days to traverse what normally took six days.

Now, the Sect had traveled for several more days, and the Holy Land was still out of reach.

Since the Sect left the desert due to a lack of resources and had only one guide, their progress was much slower than anticipated.

"It’s been almost fifty days now, almost fifty!"

Veldor kicked a pebble and complained with resentment,

"Prophet Noen took forty days to reach the Ancient Kingdom, and those forty days represented God’s test.

And us? It’s already been nearly fifty days, and it won’t be long before it’s eighty days. Does God intend to test us twice?"

This sentiment wasn’t only felt by Veldor. Due to the seemingly endless journey to the Holy Land, many in the Sect were grumbling about the pilgrimage.

The hardships of the pilgrimage repeatedly surprised the True Believers.

Watching a disgruntled Veldor, an old Believer said calmly,

"Just keep walking, conserve your energy..."

Before he could finish, the old Believer coughed violently twice.

Veldor was about to retort, but the coughing silenced him.

It was visibly apparent that, over these days, the old Believer had become much weaker than before.

This was predictable; the old Believer was already frail due to age, reportedly in his sixties, and his body had long been declining. Combined with a life of poverty, it wasn’t so much about recuperating but rather a blessing that there was no further deterioration. The bumps of the pilgrimage and the harsh environment further deteriorated his already frail body, burdening him severely.

Looking at the old Believer’s weakened state, Veldor had an ominous premonition—he might die.

This should have been a relieving thought.

Once the old Believer died, as his adopted son, the control of the Sect’s finances would undoubtedly fall into Veldor’s hands.

Yet, Veldor found this scene somewhat difficult to accept, even unwilling to imagine it.

Veldor didn’t understand what was wrong with him. Wasn’t he a cold-hearted Wanderer?

Logically, he should pray to the Divine for the old Believer to pass away soon, but today’s Veldor was unable to do so.

As dusk fell, the Sect stopped again and set up camp at the same spot.

The old Believer fiddled with a branch, writing and drawing on the ground,

"How many more days do we have? I have a feeling that the Holy Land is getting closer."

Veldor responded somewhat sarcastically,

"Just over thirty days, that would make it exactly eighty days, or two forties.

You see, God values us so much, insisting we undergo two tests."

The old Believer unusually did not argue,

"You’re right, maybe we do need to complete two forties, but don’t be scared, we’ve already finished the first forty, haven’t we?"

Veldor was at a loss for words, the old Believer’s voice softer than he remembered, which made him uncomfortable.

"Look at the ground, this word is ’receive’, and the other word you should recognize."

The old Believer pointed at a word on the ground with the branch.

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Veldor read out,

"Together it’s ’to receive redemption’."

The old Believer nodded,

"Keep going, today I still want to teach you one hundred more."

That was fifty more than before.

Veldor thought to himself, asking:

"Why are you being so harsh on me? I can’t remember this many in one day. Lessen them a bit, leave the rest for later, we still have plenty of time."

The old Believer casually replied,

"I don’t have that much time left, I think I’ll die in the Holy Land."

Veldor fell silent, and after a moment, squeezed out the words:

"Well then..."

Thus, the old Believer continued teaching Veldor, and after he had memorized the hundred words written on the ground, the old Believer put down the branch and exhaled a long breath as if relieved of a heavy burden.

"This journey is truly difficult."

The old Believer exclaimed.

Veldor looked up, surprised,

"I thought you enjoyed it, didn’t feel it was that hard."

The old Believer shook his head, saying:

"I am human too, and an elderly one at that," you think it’s difficult, I find it even more trying."

Veldor, reminded of something upon hearing this, asked:

"Do you say you wish to die in the Holy Land? Can that really be true? It can’t be true, right?"

The old Believer did not answer directly but said instead:

"Do you know what an elephant looks like?

It is said that when old elephants approach death, they join other elderly elephants in their herd to go to the elephant graveyard, where they embrace death."

Veldor understood the underlying message,

"This is truly cruel..."

The old Believer nodded,

"Isn’t it?

But to die in the Holy Land, to be buried in that sacred place, is already the greatest satisfaction.

Speaking of which, there are actually many regrets in my life, and I’m still not ready to face death.

But many people in the world are not prepared either; thinking about it that way, it doesn’t seem too bad."

Upon hearing this, Veldor instinctively asked:

"What regrets do you still have? What is your biggest regret?"

The old Believer spoke slowly:

"There’s nothing in particular.

As for the biggest regret,"

he paused, his eyes cloudy and weak,

"My biggest regret...

it seems God has not yet forgiven me, He has never given me another chance."

With these words,

Veldor knew why the old Believer said such things; an accidental fire had taken the life of his son, and his wife had subsequently succumbed to grief, both dying due to his fault, and he had pleaded with God countless times for another chance.

Another chance to save it all, to prevent the disaster from ever happening.

At this moment, the old Believer murmured,

"What’s past is past, nothing is up to us."

.........

The Sect continued marching towards the Holy Land, the long days of travel diminishing the spirits of the True Believers, weakening their once unshakeable will.

And minor injuries and illnesses along the way only made the already difficult journey all the more arduous.

The Priest of the Sect tried his best to maintain proper order. Honestly, even though supplies were not abundant, since they were moving through forests, they were not exactly short on resources, but more so on the spirit and will gradually becoming unbearable from the hardships of the journey.

The original pride had slowly faded, replaced by impatience, unease, complaints, and a sense of despair.

Although Veldor was equally miserable, overnight, his resentment seemed to diminish considerably, enduring whatever happened.

Unlike before, where he was often full of complaints, he instead tried his best to maintain order and actively comfort others.

This change surprised the Priest of the Sect.

And when this Priest saw the old Believer, he instantly understood something.

Although the spirit and will were continuously eroding, the Sect still moved towards the Holy Land, led by their guide.

They had been traveling for several days, seemingly getting closer to the Holy Land.

Realizing this, Veldor’s formerly restless and uneasy heart also began to calm down gradually.

He showed greater patience than ever before, learning to read with the old Believer, praying with everyone, and starting to chant prayers earnestly and devoutly.

He no longer treated the old Believer’s past admonitions as if they were just passing breezes by his ears, capturing every word in his memory, blowing the whistle given by the old Believer from time to time, watching the pigeons that flew by, silently.

Thinking of the increasingly frail old Believer, Veldor suddenly felt immensely reluctant.

It was as if reaching the Holy Land meant parting.

Several more days passed, and for some reason, the earth became colder than before, and the air around showed signs of turmoil; the previously clear skies turned dim and yellow.

The Sect still advanced, despite some worrying about this. Many felt that, after having come this far with experiences of rainfall, wind, and even sandstorms, what was this in comparison?

But the natural changes seemed to defy everyone’s expectations again.

The next day, the odd phenomena suddenly intensified, the dense forests were swept by strong winds, fallen leaves were everywhere, the crisp sounds of breaking trees were incessant, anyone would know a storm was coming.

"What’s going on? How did a storm suddenly arise?"

"God, oh God!"

"It’s too late to leave now, find a place to take shelter!"

The Believers of the Sect panicked, unable to comprehend how the previously fine weather had suddenly turned into a storm today.

Under the leadership of the Priest of the Sect, they moved forward in disarray, realizing that leaving was unrealistic. Their only choice was to keep moving forward, perhaps out of the storm’s reach.

Large drops of rain fell from the heavily clouded skies.

"This is truly abnormal, could it be that some Divine is exerting their power?"

In the assault of the fierce wind, Veldor cried out in astonishment,

"What happened, why are They doing this?"

The old Believer raised his hand in front of his face, his frail body shaking with the wind,

"Who knows if a Divine is really exerting their power?

Perhaps, the Divines are just picnicking?"

The old Believer’s rare humor made Veldor laugh. The Dwarf youth tried his best to walk in front of the old Believer, blocking the relentless wind.

"This is truly...a spectacular picnic, if this is a picnic, then we are far too insignificant."

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