only god

Chapter 478 Why is this road so difficult? (plus two-in-one)

The dense rain made life painful. The true believers never thought that one day, they would encounter such a storm.

The strong wind mixed with raindrops, tore the ground, and the fallen leaves fluttered in embarrassment. The surroundings became chaotic and dark, and there were crackling sounds of trees breaking everywhere.

Wildo walked forward with difficulty, he arrived in front of the old believer, involuntarily protecting his godfather, his other father.

The storm came so suddenly that the entire order was unprepared for it.

The priest of the sect who was walking in the front kept shaking the bell and holding up the flag in his hand, so as to prevent the true believers of the sect from being separated from each other and losing their way.

In this case, once separated, it is likely to mean death.

The storm is getting bigger and bigger, and there is no sign of subsiding. The sweeping sand, gravel and fallen leaves make a sound of urging death, calling for death loudly.

Panic erupted, and the faces of the members of the cult were pale. Under fear, the blood seemed to stop flowing.

The members of the religious group leaned on each other and formed a group. They strenuously marched forward, resisting the huge storm, desperately trying to find a suitable hiding place.

Under the gust of wind, Wildo gradually couldn't hear the old believer's panting. He had to turn his head several times to confirm that the old believer was always following him. Continue to shrink, the scene in front of you is like a chaotic area.

In the face of this storm, how powerless they are, even if they huddle together to keep warm, it is just to keep warm.

The storm of masterpieces caused despair to spread like a plague. Driven by the desire to survive, the entire sect kept moving forward without daring to stop for a moment.

This group of ants in the storm seemed to have found a ray of good luck after advancing continuously.

The wind gradually slowed down, and the sound of trees breaking was much less. Since they were advancing through the forest, no one was blown into the sky. Wildo roughly counted the number of people and found that there was no one missing.

Everyone's heart was slightly relieved.

"Just a storm, just a storm..."

Wildo turned his head, looked at the old believer and said:

"There's nothing left but the storm, and we'll be going through here in no time."

The old believer was shivering from the cold at this moment, and he looked much weaker than before.

The religious group did not dare to delay, and the people continued to move forward, silently praying for the blessing of the gods, begging for safety along the way, and there was no storm in the next short distance, which made many dwarves feel relieved.

only…

Fate seems to have played a little trick on them.

Very suddenly, the storm struck again.

And this time, what came with it...

There are also huge waves dozens of feet high, which rolled vigorously to the sky and fell down mercilessly.

Before the fear of the true believers surged up, a shout of "grab the tree!" sounded, and a big wave fell from the sky in an instant. The huge impact made the small half of the forest crack with a crisp sound, and the extremely salty sea water flooded the five senses in an instant.

The huge waves receded, and the true believers were already in a panic. Even though they grabbed the trees in time, several people still disappeared without a trace in the huge waves.

"What the hell is this? Why are there waves here?"

Wildo was still in shock, and at the critical moment, both he and the old believer grabbed the same tree.

The old believer's hair was wet, and he looked as thin as a water ghost,

"I don't know, I don't know...nobody knows."

Driven by fear, the order has no time to search for the lost companions. They must continue to move forward, or they will all die here.

But at this moment, one wave was not calm, and another wave rose again, and the originally stable ground began to shake slightly.

At the beginning, no one noticed this vision, and everyone was driven by fear, only thinking about escaping from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, and when someone uttered an exclamation, the ground had already cracked.

"Earthquake! It's an earthquake!"

Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently, tall and tall ancient trees were instantly wiped out, the rocks began to collapse, the ground roared, opened its ferocious bloody mouth, and stones rolled down from the heights continuously, ruthlessly grazing.

At this moment, the earth trembled and the mountains swayed, and the sky seemed to have collapsed. The true believers on the ground felt that the sky was spinning. The primeval forests are in ruins.

Wildo and the old believer fell to the ground in time, and flying stones continued to pass by like arrows, slapping his body, but Wildo remained silent all the time, and even approached the old believer, as if wanting to protect him. safety of the latter.

Huge boulders collided from a high place, a mighty mudslide washed the ground, and the ground continued to shake. The true believers struggled with all their strength, but they all fell to the ground without accident. Various wailing sounds sounded, and the disaster came without warning. Befalling them, a strong earthquake destroyed the roads in the distance and was about to take the lives of the people.

"what!"

Among the wailing, Wildo heard the most mournful wailing, which made his heart beat a beat slower.

He is the priest of the order, the backbone of the entire order.

Wildo subconsciously wanted to get up and look. A huge tree seemed to be unable to support it anymore, and it broke from the center in the strong wind and fell heavily.

Wildo didn't respond. Suddenly, a pain surged from his right leg to his forehead, and his veins bulged. He felt dizzy for an instant. He only felt hot blood bursting among the trees, and he passed out within a few seconds.

before losing consciousness,
Despair wells up in the soul,

It's like... the whole world is collapsing, falling apart.

.............................................

When Wildo woke up again, the surroundings seemed to have temporarily ushered in peace.

He dimly opened his eyes, and subconsciously wanted to move his right leg, but the latter only felt a slight pain, other than that, he didn't feel anything.

Wildo woke up suddenly, and he tried to move his right leg, but the latter didn't listen at all. The long-lost fear swept his heart again, and a cruel fact was placed in front of him.

His right leg is useless.

"Wake up, wake up, Wildo is awake!"

When Wildo was still immersed in horror, someone noticed his movement and shouted excitedly.

He came back to his senses, raised his head with difficulty, looked around, and saw a messy scene.

Half-collapsed mountains, stagnant mudslides, half of the formerly lush virgin forest has collapsed, and there are ferocious cracks in the ground everywhere.

The sight in front of him was shocking.

These true believers who embarked on the pilgrimage road were pale and ragged. They were either missing, dead or wounded. Half of the church was gone, and the backbone of the church—the priest of the church was seriously injured. , unconscious.

It was already night, and the bonfire was burning, but it couldn't dispel the coldness in everyone's heart.

"In the end..."

Wildo looked at the scene in front of him in horror, he had lost his blood color, and his heart was filled with fear.

No one could have imagined that the pilgrimage would be so horrific, that it would bring death with them, or that the path would be so difficult.

So hard...as if God had been merciless the entire time.

"why…"

Wildo's voice trembled.

He heard the sound of mental breakdown, that is, piece after piece of broken glass fell to the ground, shattered more than shattered.

Wildor tried his best to avoid all this, he wanted to be determined, but in this shocking scene of destruction, fear was more desperate than despair.

He began to tremble all over, curled up, his numb right leg kept moving, his heart was blank, there was nothing but invisible fear, and he kept muttering: "Why..."

The true believers who were lucky enough to take care of the wounded, how thin their bodies were under the night, everyone's face was full of sorrow.

Here, the joy of survival does not exist.

There is hopeless tranquility everywhere.

They seem to have been abandoned by the world and forgotten by God.

The old believer saw Wildo, he slowly leaned over, and he was completely old, but there was nothing serious about him.

He silently walked in front of his godson, and began to change the bandage for Wildo, and used old sayings to relieve the latter's injury.

Wildo's face was full of fear and despair.

The man asked in a daze:
"Why...why..."

The old believer didn't speak, he was silent, without saying a word, he just untied the original dirty bandage, and before the hideous flesh and blood had time to get in touch with the air, he wrapped it up again with a new bandage.

Whether the godfather kept silent was because there was nothing to say, or because there was nothing to say, Wildo didn't know, he just murmured repeatedly, why.

Why is that?
Why do we encounter such a disaster?
Why do we suffer like this?

Why are we not blessed, why is the Lord not saving us?
as well as…

Why is this path so hard, always hard…

Here, perhaps no one knows the answer.

Because it's not just Wildo asking why, everyone here seems to be asking why in their hearts.

Tiredness and vicissitudes are written on everyone's face, and the uncertainty of the future is so daunting.

The earthquake temporarily passed, and the storm subsided temporarily, but what about the aftershocks after that?What about the recurring gust of wind?

Death never left them, as long as they were in danger, death never left.

And no one could escape from the dangerous situation, the true believers lost their direction, and even their backbone fell to the ground with serious injuries.

(End of this chapter)