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Chapter 482 I have gone through the most difficult road!

The ground is still shaking.

It seems like the disaster will never stop.

The old believer watched all this in a daze.

Everything that happened in front of my eyes was like a catastrophe and an earth-shattering.

There is no reason for disaster to come. Once it comes, it will bring the end of people's hearts.

This disaster was an accident without warning.

"Another accident..."

The old believer murmured.

He used to have a happy family.

That happy memory is so simple and monotonous. Whenever I recall it, it always begins when his child fell naked in the wheat field. It was late autumn, and the wheat at the foot of Loren Mountain was so big and full of ears that there was no need for a cool breeze. If you scrape, the golden ocean under the hill will hang its proud head and be slaughtered.

That child is such a small one, only about ten years old, and his glance and smile are so innocent and moving.

He is so mischievous and lively, he always likes to play in the wheat field, his wife went to catch him in the wheat field, he kept laughing when he was caught, he didn't care how much wheat he trampled, until he angrily reprimanded him, He just bows his head.

He was so thin when he was born, and the couple tried their best to take care of him and let him grow up like wheat. Originally, he should grow up to adulthood safely, then leave the family, and finally start a family and start a business.

Only a little bit, this happiness can be realized.

Just a little bit...

That accident took the life of his child, caused his wife to die in depression, and happiness collapsed in the fire.

It happened so suddenly that no one was prepared.

The old believers were too young then,
So much so that he hasn't learned to say "I love you" to his children.

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When the old believer came back to his senses, he said in a daze:

"Save people, save people!"

The old believer let out a hoarse roar, as if something had stabbed him deep inside.

The true believers who followed him were stunned, and everyone looked at the old believers in astonishment. Now that it was too late to escape, even temporary safety was not considered, so how could they talk about saving people?

"Don't leave your brothers and sisters behind!"

Facing the panicked crowd, the old believer turned his head, roaring with red eyes.

As he spoke, he rushed into the collapsed area without looking back while the ground was shaking.

Everyone came back to their senses at this moment. They watched the figure of the old believer disappear before their eyes in astonishment. After looking at each other briefly, they followed the figure of the old believer and returned to the world that was on the verge of destruction just now.

Sad memories of the past suddenly crowded the minds of old believers.

Is there really a kind of destiny reincarnation in the world?

What has happened before is bound to happen again.

The old believer didn't know, his thinking was almost blank under the washing of memory.

"Here! Here!"

The old believer saw a hand in the mound, he suddenly thought of someone, and kicked away the rubble with all his might.

The hands of flesh and blood are now shovels, shoveling the stones one after another, trying to shovel death beyond their capabilities.

After a while, the man inside was dragged out of the mound. The old believer hurried to check and found that his heart was still beating slightly.

"It's Bird, take Bird away!"

The old believer roared, he put down the true believer and ran deeper.

He is like a petrel embracing the storm, crashing into this ruined world without hesitation.

"There's still time, there's still time..."

The old man kept talking to himself.

Unprecedented strength erupted from his thin body.

He only thought about saving people, saving people, saving one, and another, until...until he rescued the child who was surrounded by hatred.

These disasters seem to separate the father and son forever.

The old believer chased desperately, trying to hold back Death's footsteps and make it go slower, slower.

The surviving true believers swarmed behind the old believers, some of them pulled Bird up, tried their best to guard him, and brought him back to a safer place, while others followed the steps of the old believers and tried their best to stay here. Run wildly between the sky and the earth.

"There's one here, it's Lauren!"

"He's dead, God, he's dead!"

"This way, this way, Flo! He's hurt, hurry up!"

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The catastrophe seemed to tame the unruly mortals.

But the entire sect is struggling in this world full of destruction.

The old believer found another, which was stuck in the branch of the trunk, groaning in pain.

"Grab my hand and I'll take you down!"

The old believer climbed up the tree trunk.

The ground suddenly shook violently, and aftershocks struck, dizziness hit the eyes for a while, and the old believer lost his grip on his hands, and fell to the ground suddenly.

He grunted in pain and struggled to stand up from the shaking ground. His whole body was covered with scars and dust.

"Grab me! Then jump off together!"

The old believer grabbed the true believer's hand suddenly, pulled him and jumped down together.

The other true believers saw the position of the old believers and staggered over.

"Take him, take him, hurry, don't delay!"

The voice of the old believer has become hoarse.

The true believers took over the wounded, and the ground shook constantly, as if a bigger disaster was brewing.

Panic spread, and people tried to keep the old man.

"Enough is enough, you have saved enough people."

"Stop it, there is no hope, otherwise..."

"Without you, how can we move on, that's enough."

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Everyone is afraid of disasters, even people with faith are afraid of disasters. Even with faith, human power is still too small and insignificant compared to the whole world.

People are afraid of losing this old believer. They have already lost the priest of the order, and they cannot lose another backbone.

"No!"

The old believer hoarse and roared,

"One more, one more...

I can't stop yet,"

"That's Wildo, that's my child!"

That roaring roar was enough to shock the soul.

Everyone watched his figure run wildly again, struggling desperately in this world as if he couldn't lose anything.

At this moment, everyone seems to understand,
He hasn't stopped yet,

He still has to fight death!
Another aftershock came, and this aftershock was more terrifying and huge than before.

A ferocious crack appeared on the ground, as if sending a final warning to the overwhelmed old man.

As far as the eye can see, everything is devastated.

Looking up, you can see the darkness of the sky, and the heavy rain hits in an instant, hitting the scarred land and the old body.

Thunder roared, wind raged, and the world seemed to fall apart.

The old believer's heart was pounding against his chest.

Still in time, still in time...

Everything in front of him seemed to reappear from yesterday, and his heart was full of yesterday's misery.

When that fire started, everything was taken away.

The beautiful happiness ceased to exist at that moment, and his whole life seemed to stay at that moment.

"God,
What do you want me to do? "

The ground under his feet trembled, and the whole world seemed to be his enemy, hindering his steps.

Even if he stumbles, even if he is in a state of embarrassment, he is still running wildly,
Over the years, he practiced penance, he made atonement, and he chewed on yesterday's misery.

What a good child that was, but he lost his life in that accident. With just one mistake, he left himself forever.

Therefore,
I swear to God, don't let this happen again...

Therefore,
I've been praying all my life...

A gravel made him fall to the ground, and the heart-wrenching pain came, and the old man got up desperately, shouting tremblingly,
"God,
Give me another chance! "

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In the dark cave, Wildo heard the continuous roar of the surrounding environment.

He is only in his 20s, and there is still this beautiful future waiting, but he will end up in this place where he can't see his fingers.

Disasters are relentless.

Wildo yelled at first, he shouted for help outside, and after his hands regained some strength, he escaped from the whistle and blew a sharp whistle.

But no matter what he did, there was no response.

All he waited for was the roaring earth.

The earth seemed to be boiled, constantly whining in the shock.

Wildo couldn't leave this place.

When his entire back moved slightly, there was a crackling sound of bones, and a sharp pain. He fell in this ghost place, and even his ribs were shattered.

His right leg was disabled, and only his relatively intact hands were left, which were not enough to support him to save himself.

"I'm a living dead."

Wildo lost his mind.

He clearly said that he would arrive at the Holy Land with the old believers, but at this moment, he was helpless, allowing death to approach step by step.

"Who will save me?"

"God...why do you sit and watch all this..."

Wildo whispered.

As soon as the words came out, he recalled a story in the scriptures.

It comes from the "Book of the Millennium Prophet". According to legend, Soramus once traveled to an ancient country named Riboga, where the king pursued eternal life.

In the end, the king who did not gain eternal life recognized himself and wrote a warning to future generations:
Ask no more why death cannot be escaped,

Understand
We are nothing but human beings.

"We're just people..."

Wildo was in a daze, and these words echoed in his mind.

What is the point of asking God why?

We are small, we are fragile, we will be helpless, we will be ignorant, and we will often find no possibility of salvation except in prayer.

"Yeah yeah,
We're... just people. "

The approach of death made him wake up, and he seemed to see everything clearly.

Whether you convert to the Lord and become a true believer, or continue to be a wanderer and spend your life in a daze, you can't change your nature as a mortal.

In the past, Wildo would occasionally rejoice in his heart for his conversion, but now he regrets it.

He clenched the whistle in his hand and wailed helplessly in pain.

The sound was like that of a bruised beast.

If I hadn't been converted, if I hadn't embarked on this pilgrimage, I would definitely not have encountered all this.

Wildo thinks back to his past self full of hatred.

There are so many hateful people in the world, and I am one of them.

Anyway, nothing will change, so what if you continue to be a wanderer?

Perhaps, to be far happier than the current self.

No, not maybe, but definitely.

"God...look what you put me through?"

Inexplicably, anger welled up in Wildo's chest.

Since he couldn't ask God why...

Then why don't you pour out your anger, it's all the same anyway, isn't it?

"You are torturing me, your throne is high, but you are torturing me, making me so painful!"

"Tame me, tame me! Anyway, you've already done it!"

"Are you satisfied with my surrender? I surrender like everyone else, and I will shout that you are the king of kings like everyone else!"

Wildo roared, his entire chest was tingling, and his face was hideous.

In front of his eyes is a cave where he can't see his fingers, and beside his ears is the roaring earth. God is not in front of him, but death is with him.

"How despicable is the way you play with me, no, you didn't play with me, you just never cared about me, because I am nothing, I am just an ant."

Wildo's hands trembled, and his anger made him look helpless and miserable.

Aftershocks struck, the cave kept shaking, which seemed like the wrath of God, wanting to manifest His mighty power in this world.

This disaster is enough to make countless people tremble and crawl in fear.

Wildor is still roaring, still roaring impotently,

"I wake up, I understand, I don't have to ask you why, and I don't need to beg you for salvation."

"I don't need your salvation, I don't chant scriptures anymore, I abandon this path, because I don't beg anything from you anymore!"

"If you want me to die, die!
God, if you want me to die, die! "

Wildo heard the roar of the earth.

That's all for now...

That's all there is to it.

My own anger, my questioning, and my cursing are nothing but dust.

Wildo was in a daze, he didn't say anything, he didn't think about anything anymore, the original anger gradually subsided in the face of death, but at this moment he was no longer afraid, but was ready to face death.

His soul is already dead, and that prayer, that hug, is but a flashback.

Every time he breathes, there will be severe pain in his chest, and every time he shakes, his body will cry out in grief. He is so scarred that he no longer expects to be saved.

In a trance, Wildo felt that his hand was holding something, what was it holding, it seemed... like a whistle.It was the whistle given by the old believers.

Wildo slowly raised his hand. He remembered that he didn't know many words at that time, so he couldn't understand what was written on it, and the old believer had engraved a scripture on it.

He wanted to take another look at this one and only gift, and to see what kind of scripture it was.

When Wildo raised his whistle, he saw that it was prominently engraved with
"child,
I love you and I miss you so much. "

What I saw was not a scripture, but an old man's longing for his child.

The old man prayed day and night, and spent his whole life doing it.

Wildo was stunned, the cry of the old believer that day seemed to reappear before his eyes.

His face was old and fragile, and he said over and over again: This road is too difficult, too difficult.

Yeah, always tough...always tough...

Wildo was trembling all over, tears welling in his eyes.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, the most vulnerable part of his heart was aching, struggling, becoming... unable to accept death calmly anymore, he couldn't just die like this.

He only knew that he kept crying, shaking, talking about saving me, and saying that I was wrong.

"help me…"

"God, save me!"

It was like a cry from the depths of the soul,

It was like an unprecedented whine.

"God,
At that time I didn't realize my fault..."

"I pray to you, I repent, save me!"

He can't die yet!

He hasn't walked to the Holy Land yet, and he hasn't followed his father to see the scenery of the Holy Land...

In this cave of despair,
There was a man who was once full of hatred.

And now, he has learned not to live for himself.

Wildo was struggling and shouting, he grabbed the whistle and blew the sound.

The crisp whistle seemed to be calling for him.

The old believers are running wildly, ecstasy and crashing into this collapsing world.

No matter how the earth shakes or how the storm hits, nothing can shake his will, even if he is already scarred and embarrassed.

In the ruins, his heart trembled suddenly, and then, a sudden whistle woke up his exhausted soul.

"Vildo...Vildo!"

The old believer shouted, he ran madly towards the sound, he continued to go deeper and deeper, he wanted to run, as if he wanted to pass through all the fear and despair, even today, he has experienced thousands of years Against all odds, he is going to go there, to his child's side, and he will fight against death!

The old believer walked towards the ruins, digging the earth and rocks with his skinny fingers, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was covered with dust. He was exhausted and his fingers lost feeling, but he didn't stop.

He dug for a long, long time, no one came to stop him, no one could stop him, his clothes were in tatters, when he suddenly pushed a stone, he found that light was shining into it from outside.

With a hazy vision, the old believer saw Wildo inside.

Wildo was wounded all over, lying helplessly in the cave, calling for help again and again.

Still alive, still alive... It's like a miracle.

The old believer stumbled into the cave, his thin figure was so tall at the moment.

He stretched out his hand, hugged Wildo gently, and couldn't bear it anymore, crying bitterly,

"God, I've walked the hardest road!"

"From death I
Saved my baby! "

　Add more two-in-one, haven't revised it carefully yet. Tomorrow's update may be a little later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)