savior epic

Chapter 94 Exodus
Carl looked bad.

Er, he smiled and said: "No, you have accepted my inquiry. Even the king of my king must answer my question."

Chen Yi stared at him.

"This is the power of 'knowledge', I count five, the Lord of Salvation." With a ferocious expression on his face, he frantically threatened, "I must be promoted, I must comprehend! In order to seek knowledge, I have already made my king the most important Fallen angel! I could drop everything just to scar you!"

"Accepting your inquiry is the singularity of the old saying 'seeking knowledge'?" Chen Yi asked flatly.

Carl turned his face away and restrained his madness.

He turned and said humbly, "Yes, I beg you, to verify your answer."

Following his pleading words, Chen Yi felt some kind of mysterious power acting on her.

But that's not the point.

The key is.
Chen Yi lowered her head and looked at her palm.

The ancient saying "Salvation" in the eyes of spiritual vision is jumping for joy, eager to answer this question.

In this hell, it seems that there is nothing worth saving.

This may, and will be, my understanding of "salvation".

In addition, Karl can seek for himself how to save Resurrection Town, as well as information related to the Lord of Suffering.

"I promise you." Chen Yi said lightly.

Carl nearly fell to his knees.

"How great, Lord of Faith, Lord of Salvation." Carl said, tears streaming down his face, "Now let me temporarily strip you of your humanity.

You'll be in there for a while, but nothing to worry about.

20 years in hell, but one day in the world. "

When Chen Yi entered the hell on earth.

He suddenly felt that the memory was rapidly losing bit by bit.

"It turns out that human nature also includes the memory of being a human being"

When Chen Yi realized it, she was already in an urban area full of shacks.

Then He forgot His own name.

Forget Resurrection Town, Forget Lomea, Forget Hedwig.
Almost all have been forgotten, just feel very familiar, but can not remember.

He looked around the street and saw the ragged Shanbu people hurrying past. They were running and crying, for the death of their compatriots, and the despair that filled everyone's heart.

Everyone passed him, no one could see him or touch him.

He doesn't know where to go.

Walk aimlessly to the square.

From a distance, I saw a high platform, where several ragged slaves were tied up and kneeling.

It was the convicts who escaped from the quarry in the chaos. They were captured by a few guards in soft armor and cut off their toes in front of everyone.

Under the miserable voice, everyone's face was pale.

They informed each other and found out the hard labor hidden in the crowd, who was the leader who organized the escape.

The leader of the guards, a nobleman, took out his purse from his bosom, rewarded the informers, and lavished praise.

He said: "There is always a noble character among us! Have the courage to destroy these parasites."

The slaves applauded in unison.

As for the leader of the hard labor who was picked out, he was pushed onto a high platform,
The guard raised his knife and fell, directly cutting off his entire ankle.

Then the guards gouged out his eyes.

Push the leader of the slave labor into the crowd and let him fend for himself.

The crowd ran away in a panic, not daring to approach him for fear of getting into trouble.

There is oppression everywhere.

He looked up at the sky, there was no sky, no sun, only a thick black mantle pressing on everyone's head.

The worm monster under the mantle, with its iron cage, feasted on the slaves who were sacrificed.

The worm behemoth doesn't like to eat these goat slaves.

because,

They are too bitter.

He turned around, not knowing what to do.

God knows his purpose.

Verify that answer.

But how to save, how to verify?

He is confused.

In the almost empty memory, there is no way to find it.

God saw a thin boy, with his back turned to the people gathered in the square, stealing bread from a noble servant while no one was paying attention.

The noble servant who reacted chased him, cursing loudly.

However, the boy turned left and right, nimbly shuttling between the shacks.

The servant couldn't catch up with him, so he could only curse.

God noticed the boy and followed him.

He saw the boy enter a slave colony, where the huts were more dilapidated than usual, and the sick, old, and sick were languishing in their filthy corners, numb and absent-minded.

A young upper-class slave, dressed in new clothes, glanced at the old, weak, sick and disabled, and scolded loudly: "How can we return to the human world with you moths dragging us down!"

No one refuted it, and a few people shook their heads due to lack of strength, as if they were nodding.

"A bunch of goddamned idiots, that's why we Shanbu people have to suffer here! Damn Shanbu people! Lazy, greedy, and accomplishing nothing!" He cursed the entire nation loudly.

"Yes, even if this is the best hell, we Shanbu people are like this, yes, you are right, go back and rest." An old beggar dismissed, "Leave us disabled people waiting here Just die, let us think about a few last words."

"Feg, don't think I don't know you, you blind man! A true believer who doesn't believe in the Lord of Suffering!" The high-class slave immediately found the outlet, "King Andri worries about building the tower every day, and every day he doesn't deal with it." Political affairs late into the night.

And the priests, pray for us day and night, comfort our souls, look what you have dedicated!
We Shanbu people are harmed by you parasites.If everyone could work hard without expecting anything in return, our tower would have been built long before the monster found out!

I beg you to use your pig's brains and learn from the hero Mariel. Although he is a lowly slave like us, he can haul dozens of tons of stones a day with only a little bread and water! "

"What happened behind the hero Mariel?" Old Fig asked disdainfully.

"Sacrificed, but we will always remember it." The upper slave said proudly.

Old Fige hissed, "I didn't even leave a last word. People like us can at least leave a last word."

Here, to die again means to be lost.

Seeing that no one was inspired by his words, the upper-class slave refuted old Fige, and was furious, cursing: "You just wait to die! Miss your damn last words. Next month, one-third of the people here will be punished." Send it to the quarry!"

God looked at all this, raised his head slightly, and noticed that there was a statue of the so-called hero Mariel in the hut.

He also saw that the boy who stole the bread came out from nowhere and soaked the bread in muddy water to soften it.

There is no clean water here.

The boy broke it in half and handed it to old Figg, the blind beggar.

"Old Figg, take it, I managed to steal it."

"Oh, it's you, kid." Old Figg took it, knowing who it was even though he was blind.

The old beggar broke the bread in half again, handed it to the boy, and said, "Bring some to Rebecca, she is one of the few good people who can stay here to take care of us disabled people."

Rebecca.
He found the name somewhat familiar.

God continued to watch silently.

Listening to old Figg's words, the boy nodded.

"Son, I don't know yet. I gave you a little bread out of kindness that day, and it will be rewarded today." Old Figg said, stroking the boy's head, "The Lord will bless you."

"Which master?" the boy asked suspiciously, "I heard from my mother that there are many masters in this world."

Old Fig knew that when the boy said before, he meant when he was still alive.

"Of course the master of the true religion, I've said it before, I'm a true believer." Old Figg opened his dark eyes, "Didn't I teach you the scriptures every day?"

The boy nodded half-understanding.

God stood there, silently watching.

He didn't know it yet.

Here He will meet His Moses.

After experiencing all the sufferings in the world, he led the people who had not lost their hope and walked out of Egypt, which oppressed them.

(End of this chapter)