savior epic

Chapter 108 He is the Lord of Salvation

When the sandstorm was about to completely destroy them and their horses, they finally found a cave under a sand cliff and reluctantly hid in with their horses.

Outside the cave, there was a violent blast of sand, tearing away the few rays of light that were already there.

The three of them curled up in the depths of the cave, leaning on the prostrate horse.

The cold and hunger eroded them. The man got up, threw some firewood on the horse, and plant branches and leaves pulled out outside the cave, and started a bonfire, and then went down for the small amount of food and water.

He gave Bligh and John half a slice of bread each, and he got a quarter.

"Consul" John hesitated.

"Eat quickly, we can go out. The Lord bless us." The man squeezed out a smile.

John nodded. He ate the bread, drank a little water, and drank some water after eating.

But Bligh didn't move for a long time, the bread stayed in his hand, and his expression was dull.

"There is not much food, consul, and there is not much water. The Lord has abandoned us." Bligh muttered.

The man looks at him.

"Consul, is this the Lord's will?" Blaine raised his head and asked absentmindedly.

"Bligh, cheer up." John yelled, realizing something was wrong.

"We have failed, we have lost the battle, our legion is ruined, it's all over, everyone died there, Alan must die because of it,"

Blaine's face instantly became agitated.
"Tell me, our consul, is this also the Lord's will?!"

Confusion and despair have broken the will of this young cavalryman.

John beside him looked at Bligh in panic, and also at the man. He was equally confused, but he dared not speak out.

"What are you talking about, Bligh." After being questioned one after another, the man slowed down and was about to continue.

"But you said that He is the Lord of salvation!"

Bly groaned.

His words thundered in the man's heart like thunder.

He is the Lord of salvation!

"Why don't you come and save us?"

He asked, weeping uncontrollably,
Bly hugged her body and curled up there.

The man pouted, but couldn't say a word.

Kuangsha was tearing outside the cave, covering the sky and the sun, and the whole cave was dark.

Bligh squatted there, and he murmured:
"The consul,

We Shanbu people are doomed.

No one can change it.

Even the Lord has abandoned us. "

Our entire nation will not be liberated.

Because the shackles are born in everyone's hands.

Bligh said no more, he was almost out of strength.

Men don't know what to say.

For he himself is wavering.

There was silence in the cave, only the sound of wind and sand hitting the wall.

Long time, long time.

"Eat, Bligh, let's go out first." The man said softly.

Bligh nodded numbly, raised half a piece of bread in his hand, and bit it with trembling teeth.

He didn't touch the kettle.

The man closed his eyes silently, and John approached carefully.

"Consul, I think Bligh didn't mean it, he just..." After a pause, John hesitated for a while and asked, "Consul, will the Lord save us?"

"I don't know, I don't know, let me take a break." The man murmured.

The man didn't want to think about Bligh's question, nor did he dare to think about it.

Oh God,

Are the Shanbu people really doomed to suffer?Are you really going to be enslaved forever?

The wind and sand were whistling, and the noisy sound showed no sign of stopping.

The effort that has been going on in those years has been like a bubble.

In the blink of an eye, it was broken in Bligh's questioning.

The man's mind was in a daze, and he didn't have the strength to raise his eyes in the dirty and dark cave.

Tiredness swept over him, and the muscles all over his body were urging him to sleep.

The sandstorm was getting bigger and bigger. Originally, it was only raging outside the cave, but now even in the depths of the cave, there are violent sandstorms.

The man was too tired, too tired, he didn't think about the questioning between Bligh and John, and he didn't care about Kuangsha coming here, he just wanted to take a good rest and sleep for a while.

The man fell asleep and let himself rest for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, the man was awakened by the manic wind and sand.

He opened his eyes suddenly, fell into a deep sleep, and his fatigue eased.

There was only a little light left in the cave, and the man felt that something was missing. He stood up and groped. He scanned the whole cave. There were two horses, food, and water. John was sleeping soundly on the horse's back.
Where's Bligh?
Bly's gone!
The man realized something was wrong, walked deeper into the cave, and walked out of it again, without encountering anything.

"Bligh! Bligh!" The man shouted the young cavalryman's name loudly.

John was woken up, and he stood up in a panic, facing the man.

"John, where is Bligh?" the man asked directly.

"Consul" John had a sad face and a hesitant tone, as if he knew the inside story.

"Tell me, where did Bligh go?!" the man asked solemnly, his eyes were red in the dim light.

John didn't hold back, he choked out crying: "Bligh is gone, Consul, Bligh is gone!"

"Where did you go? Why did you go?!" The man was stunned when he heard the words.

"Last night, when I was about to fall asleep during the night watch, he suddenly stood up and wanted to go outside," John explained truthfully, "I wanted to stop him, but he pushed him away."

"and then?"

"I asked him where he was going, and he said that the sandstorm would last for a long time, and there was simply not enough food and water, water, especially water!" John said.

After the man heard it, his mind went blank.

"What else did he say, did he say anything else?"

The man's voice trembled.

"He said that he heard his war horse calling him, waiting for him." John paused, and said with tears: "He also said that if the Lord comes, he only wishes to save you,

You are our consul. "

The man listened, and caught a glimpse of an untouched jug lying on the ground.

The corners of his eyes are sore.

Bligh left without taking anything, and walked straight into the yellow sand.

The man didn't say anything, and he, who didn't talk much, was completely silent in the cave.

He clasped his hands together all day long, resting his forehead on his fingers, praying for an early end to the sandstorm, and asking the Lord to bless him out of the desert. His candlestick is thousands of miles away, and it may have fallen into the hands of the enemy.

Perhaps the entire Alanbi has already fallen because of the city-state.

The new law was abolished as a scrap of paper, and those who were freed from the chains, they may be oppressed and enslaved again.

A man cannot be sure of this any more than he can see his Lord, the "I am I am" Lord.

He couldn't even be sure if the Lord was still watching him,
Or she had already been disappointed in him and abandoned him.

"No, no, no." The man suppressed his anxiety and comforted himself weakly, "The Lord will remember our covenant."

Since Bligh left, John's spirit has slowly disintegrated in the suffering,
John stood guard in front of the cave all day, regardless of the dust piercing his eyes, he stared at the sandstorm, prayed for two consecutive days, but after getting nothing, he gave up.

He began to yell and scream for the slightest sign of the sandstorm to stop, and then he saw the sandstorm intensify, and cursed this hell, cursed himself, cursed everything.

Under the torment, John was already insane, his face was withered and yellow, and his eye sockets were sunken. He once volunteered to keep watch at night, and he kept watch for two days without closing his eyes for a quarter of an hour.

Every time he gets a share of food, he tightly shrinks the bread into his arms, and greedily stares at the man's hand, even though the piece of bread is half smaller than his own.

One night, it was the men's turn to watch the night, guarding the bonfire they managed to light.

After many days of sandstorms and lack of food and water, the man was exhausted, and he was too tired that night. He used to boast of being firm, but now he is so tortured.

He failed to keep watch all night, but fell asleep on the way.

The man was in a deep sleep.

During these days of sandstorms, in order to save energy, he slept deeply every day.

Only this time, when he woke up.

Of the two war horses, the strongest one has disappeared.

The only thing on the ground is the severed rope.

Along with the horse disappeared, and John.

The man stood up in a hurry, calling John's name as he had called Bligh before.

This time there was no answer.

A strong sense of crisis spread in his heart in an instant, and the man hurriedly groped for the only remaining thin war horse to check the supplies on its back.

Most of the supplies have disappeared.

John betrayed him, escaped with supplies, and broke into the sandstorm alone.

For the man, there are only two slices of bread and less than half a pot of water left.

The ill-fated fate is unexpected.

For the first time a man felt so helpless and hopeless.

He couldn't even shake, and fell to the ground.

"Lord, Lord!"

(End of this chapter)