CHAPTER 489: CHAPTER 424: LOGOS’S HOLY KING (TWO IN ONE)

A hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Pastures, fisheries, mills, and other facilities had been built; countless trees had been felled by slash-and-burn, leaving behind open farmland; canals had been dug and sea salt had been dried. The people of Logos had finally settled into a life that was modest yet stable. Stone altars facing the direction of the Holy Land rose from the earth, adorned with exquisite murals of several Prophets and four Holy Scriptures engraved on stone tablets, interpreting the unchanging beliefs of this race throughout millennia.

The people of Logos revered Nu Mirda as king, kneeling daily towards the Holy Land and living a life of prayer to God.

The Royal City had gradually been perfected, with low houses lined in rows, streets varying in size, contrasting starkly with the grand and magnificent Palace, whose main body was constructed from premium stone material. The walls featured fine reliefs crafted by artisans, and a statue of King Nu Mirda kneeling on one knee while raising a scepter stood at the grand staircase—this posture symbolized the power bestowed by God to reign over the Kingdom. This splendid palace was the tallest building on the ground, ostensibly the core of the entire Royal City, the soul of the Kingdom.

From his higher vantage point, King Nu Mirda saw the Pattern Garden filled with wheat. In front of the stone tablets inscribed with Holy Scriptures, a group of young priests recently selected for the Pattern Garden chanted the contents softly, their hands clasped together, looking utterly devout.

The Pattern Garden was the soul and spirit of the elves. Since the era of Prophet Al, ancient priests had wandered among the golden and full wheat spikes, contemplating the laws of the world, understanding the truth of the world, and studying the ultimate truths—the origins of theology and the gathering place of reason.

King Nu Mirda slowly descended from his height, accompanied by guards, to this Pattern Garden.

"Great king chosen by God, Holy King!"

"We will forever submit to your scepter, kneel before your crown, and praise God’s grace together."

As the prayer ended, the priests, led by the High Priest, knelt on one knee before the king, jointly praising his greatness and God’s arrangement.

Facing the crowd, King Nu Mirda smiled contentedly and complimented the young priests on their devotion. They showed expressions of joyous frenzy and kissed the wheat on the ground excitedly, as if it were a tremendous honor.

This was a rare sight in the former Nus Kingdom.

This was not a natural tradition for the people of Logos.

A barren environment had fostered supreme worship of the monarchy; King Nu Mirda was not only seen as a new Dertulian but increasingly as God’s representative on earth, called the "Holy King," standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid while the priests became the "Angels" guarding the throne, and the remainder of the Logos people were undoubtedly the solid foundation, silent, compliant, crawling under their reverence for King Nu Mirda.

"Priests, we are about to have new Law,"

King Nu Mirda said calmly.

"This is the Kingdom given by God, and hence this Law is also bestowed by God."

The numerous priests involved in codifying the Law all nodded; maintaining their kneeling posture, they unanimously complimented King Nu Mirda’s wisdom.

They knew what the content of the Law would be.

At the beginning of the Law, it declared the supreme status of King Nu Mirda—chosen by God as the Holy King and the monarchy bestowed upon him by God. After that, it declared that the Law manifested the Law itself, and opposing the Law was akin to being an enemy of faith, abandoned by God.

King Nu Mirda needed this part of the Law to completely consolidate his position and achievements on a legal level.

The reason being, he keenly felt that,

This new kingdom, Logos Kingdom, although having moved beyond the naive stage of establishment, had reached its developmental limit and had become stagnant.

The new land under his feet was too barren, whether it was food or water sources, or even trees, stones, and other resources were too limited. Without the help of the Unihorn, the people of Logos couldn’t develop towards the sea bottom. This place was a closed world, a kingdom isolated from the outside world.

King Nu Mirda had already faintly anticipated the turmoil that would inevitably come.

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Po Han walked among the streets and alleys.

Over a hundred years had passed, this Merfolk Envoy no longer young, and had clearly recognized his position—a witness, an almost non-existent recorder.

It was the time for evening prayers; within those crowded low houses, the people of Logos knelt on the ground, continuously chanting the prayers from the "Twin Kings Book." The deeds of King Dertulian were linked with King Nu Mirda in prayers, occasionally mixing in a few lines from the "Nu Mirda Epic," in this history written by the priests, King Nu Mirda was often placed alongside God, appearing as the Holy King endowed with a mission. He had created countless glories, established a great kingdom distinct from Nus, becoming a wise and exceptionally intelligent sovereign, under God’s arrangement, he and his descendants would hold the monarchy bestowed by God, reigning over Logos Kingdom until the next ten thousand years.

That epic contained many segments Po Han had never heard of before.

For instance, miraculous signs in the shadows, Great Angels manifesting in storms, thorns burning out of thin air...

He had witnessed firsthand how the people of Logos arrived on this continent under difficult circumstances, being heavily utilized by King Nu Mirda as an aide in managing merfolk, he was the person who knew King Nu Mirda best in this kingdom.