savior epic

Chapter 109 Save the Soul
The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his head was swollen and painful.

The sandstorm rested for a while, and the man had a premonition that bad luck was still eyeing him.

He took the horse and walked out of the cave. He wanted to take this opportunity to rush out, otherwise he would never have another chance.

The man pressed his chest. The heart was so calm that it took a long time to feel the slight pumping.

The beast in the chest is tired.

He rode on the war horse. This animal was already very thin and weak. The people ate little and the horse didn't have much rations. It was lying in the cave these days and could only eat a little hay.

The yellow sand spreads endlessly.

In order to save water, the man was really thirsty these days, so he would take a sip of water. Even so, due to John's betrayal, his only half pot of water was finally about to bottom out.

"Damn."

The man didn't dare to speak, for fear of taking away the excess water, so he could only curse in his heart.

But even the voice in his heart was weak and weak.

Despair, men can only feel deep despair.

"I'm going to die." The man just thought this, and forced himself to stand up again, pulling the rein and urging the horse to run, "No, not yet, if you want to find an oasis, you need to find some plants."

Even the eyes of the war horse were bloodshot.

It barely bent its neck and tried its best to make a running posture. It didn't understand why this man still urged himself and whipped it.

It neighed in pain, but was bitten by the man.

"Run, run. I'm the only one left." The man leaned close to its ear and murmured.

The wind picked up and passed them, and the sand and dust were lingering. The sandstorm that would smear the charcoal creatures would surge up at any time and bury them!

It ran as hard as it could, stepping on deep traces.

Across the icy boulders and across the desert, the thin war horses galloped all the way.

Its muscles trembled as it ran, and the bit tightened and growled dully.

The gray muscle lines are tightly attached to the leg bones, and it is still running!

It will take men through fear and despair, and it will pass through the relentless sandstorm that is about to surge.It wants to run, keep running, it steps on thin iron hooves, it roars towards the earth!

But it is still tired.

The war horse couldn't hold on, and its four hooves shook violently.

Finally, its right front hoof stepped on a piece of gravel, which was insignificant, not even half the size of a horseshoe.

But that still crushed the war horse, its right front hoof slipped suddenly, and the other three hooves were implicated and froze for a few seconds.

Its limbs rested for a second.

The tired and angry head, with its thin body, fell abruptly on the sandy ground.

The thin but strong steed was crushed.

What else won't be crushed?

The man fell to the ground. When it fell, the horse's back fell on the man's calf. He gritted his teeth and moaned in pain.

He smashed the pain into pieces and swallowed it in his throat.

The man's foot was broken, and he forcefully climbed up regardless of the discomfort.

The man patted the horse, calling it to stand up, hoping that it could stand up again.

"Get up, get up, let's get out"

The war horse just whimpered, raised its head reluctantly, and touched the man's hand with its mouth.

It hissed softly, licking the man's arm.

Then, it lowered its head and closed its bloodshot eyes.

The man stroked its head, and its eyes were dry and sore.

It rests in peace.

The man stood up in the desert, staring at the rising sandstorm silently.

"Lord, have you forsaken me?"

The man was confused, experiencing loss and betrayal one after another, he didn't know how to go on in this desert.

He longed for the Lord's answer, even if it was just a small one.

The only thing in front of my eyes is the wild sand that is gradually surging up, biting the ground like a group of hyenas.

How many hopes are lost.

This time is no exception.

The man braced himself up, untied the water bottle and food from the horse, dragged his broken leg, and limped towards the nearby cave.

Thick despair oppressed him, the man's head was dizzy, lack of food and water for a long time, the scenery in his eyes gradually blurred and swayed endlessly.

The beast on his chest crawled feebly.

Climbing into the cave, the man almost fell to the ground, panting heavily, he struggled to move his body inside.

Leaning against the wall, the man stared at the wild sand outside the cave, which ravaged the earth.

The man closed his eyes a little, and rushed forward tiredly.

He clenched his fist tightly, poked his own finger with the tip of his finger, and opened his eyes again.

"Blay? Blay?!" The man was surprised to see the young cavalryman leaning on his horse.

He closed his eyelids and opened them again, and Bligh was gone.

The man understood that he was hallucinating.

I am dying!
I can only try to keep my red eyes wide open so as not to fall into the hallucination again.

But it doesn't help.

John and Myron appeared, two traitors who dangled in front of their eyes one after the other, enjoying the luxury of food and clothing, and bending the spines of those who were liberated.

The man stared at them with hatred.

But only in exchange for one after another ridicule.

He closed his eyes sharply.

The hallucinations did not calm down.

The man heard a voice, turned his head and saw Cassel's face.

Cassel's face was covered with blood, half of his face was scorched by the flames of war, and he asked with tears, "Why do you hate them?"

"Kakassel, how could you?"

Cassel knelt before him, weeping bitterly.

"You should hate me!"

"what.?!"

"I didn't keep the fort, all the citizens became slaves again, and the entire city-state was destroyed! Consul. We failed, and Alan will be gone"

"Impossible, impossible!" The man tensed his veins and screamed.

Illusions are all illusions.
Take a break, take a break, take a break.
Really just an illusion?

Cassel was still kneeling in front of him, dragging only half of his body.

Fear and despair oppressed the man.

"I should hate myself."

The man murmured, suddenly feeling something more terrifying than death.

I am about to give in!
He thought he was the only one who could not be shaken.

At this moment, he was overwhelmed by successive tribulations.

"Lord, have you abandoned me?" the man cried helplessly.

Did you really abandon me?

But you are clearly the savior.
long time.

The Lord did not appear and did not respond.

Men have felt so alone in all their lives.

This is the greatest suffering.

The man closed his eyes, tears streaming from his eyes.

In his chest, too, was the lifeless beast that he had fed tirelessly to howl at the hell that oppresses all.

The man couldn't stop crying, and his body seemed to be getting weaker because of the water flowing out.

He can only pour his anger on himself!
"How can a person without a name save the entire fallen nation?!"

"Why are you so overbearing, so arrogant, and will destroy Alan. Why?"

"How are you worthy of making a covenant with the Lord, making such a big mistake, and why are you asking for salvation here?!

"That's a trap. You obviously have time to think about it, why don't you think about it."

Men hate their incompetence and powerlessness.

This struggling soul is about to give in completely.

In front of him, the hallucination manifested the beast on his chest, and he stared at it dizzily.

The beast was dying.

The man felt that his arm seemed to be around the beast in his chest, and the beast that he raised with his own thoughts before would be hanged by himself now.

He wants to destroy his own hope with his own hands.

The illusion changes again.

The beast is gone, replaced by another scene.

In a trance, it seems that everything has turned into night.

The man suddenly saw that he was holding a candlestick in his hand.

It's dilapidated, and if you drop it on the ground, it will completely shatter.

Throwing it away also means completely shattering one's once indestructible beliefs.

Let yourself rest in peace.

At least until the last moment before death.

It's all over.

throw it away!

The man raised his hand and pointed the candlestick towards the hard gravel in the cave.

He lifted it up by himself, ready to swing it down at any time, and then let go of his hand completely.The candlestick pierced the air and swung itself down.

When the candlestick is about to be sold.

A dry hand grabbed his wrist.

The man turned to look at the owner of the hand.

He is an old beggar, he has a chest like a candle!

Old Figg's blind eyes were staring at him.

"Just throw it away." Old Fige said hoarsely, and said softly to him, "But the Lord has saved your soul."

The man froze.

Everything seems to reappear.

I don't know when the candlestick in my hand has placed a bee candle.

Candles burn warmly.

In a daze, the man seemed to have returned to the small room in the slave cave.

There was a little boy who found himself. He wiped away his tears, his eyes were still red, and he held a candlestick.

The little boy came over, and just like old Fige, he pressed his forehead against his own, gently.

I heard the childish voice of the little boy,

"From now on, don't lose hope.

You see, there is still candlelight here. "

The man lowered his head, his eyes dim.

The Lord never forsaken him, never left him.

A warm candle burned on their chests, and the Lord has stood by their side ever since.

(End of this chapter)