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Chapter 77 Please Don't Abandon My Brother
King Jalesto's time is numbered.

Since he was seriously injured, although relatives and servants took good care of King Alesto, the latter's physical deterioration was almost irreversible.

King Jalesto could not stand or sit for a long time. When he lay down to sleep at night, he often felt a stabbing pain in his side.

Recently, his old disease relapsed, and the wound on his side tortured him so much that he couldn't die, and it took him a long time to fall asleep.

Even in his sleep, King Alesto would occasionally be awakened by pain.

King Jalesto also realized that his body was dying, and he began to arrange for his funeral, whether it was the transfer of power or farmland and livestock, he made plans one by one.

Today, all the planning has been completed, and King Jalesto is sitting in his bedroom.

For some reason, he felt extra refreshed, like a flash of light.

The queen held back the sadness on her face, held King Alesto's hand, and recited poems for him.

"Queen, do you remember the story of the swan hunter?"

For no reason, King Alesto asked, even he didn't understand why he asked.

The queen froze for a moment, and replied:
"Of course I do. You often tell the children about peace."

King Jalesto looked at the wall of the bedroom, and said after a while:
"That's what my father used to tell me and Tertullian too."

"queen…

Do you know how my father left? "

Suddenly, King Jalesto asked again.

How could the queen forget that the death of the prophet Yar was not only a familiar story in the kingdom, but also that King Alesto had told her many times,
"Your father, the great prophet Al, was inspired by the Lord when he was dying, and then he climbed the mountain alone, came to the top of the mountain, and slept in front of the branch planted by God...

Jalesto, why do you ask this? "

Saying this, the queen couldn't help becoming nervous.

King Alesto closed his eyes, which frightened the queen. She was afraid that he would leave forever.

"I think... my time is coming."

After half a sound, King Jalesto said softly.

The queen was stunned, and tears welled up from her eyes.

King Jalesto said calmly:

"Order Duo slightly to take me to the high mountains. I want to go to the top of the mountains like my father."

"it is good."

The queen whimpered, got up and called the servants over.

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King Alesto was carried on his back by his eldest son Dorio. The heir to the kingdom wept, knowing that his father would leave him forever.

A group of people walked to the altar on the mountainside, which was filled with sacrifices. King Jalesto glanced at it, and then looked at the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there is a faint light looming.

Jalesto held the one-horned scepter in his hand. He felt that what his father saw back then was no different from what he saw.

Doryo started a slow climbing journey, he was afraid that Alesto would be hurt a little, a whole half day passed, and after a lot of effort, the father and son came to the bottom of the cliff.

Dolo wanted to climb the cliff and send his father up.

But Jalesto said:

"Put me down, Doriot, I will go up by myself."

Duo slightly hesitated for a moment. When he turned his head and met his father's weak but firm eyes, he finally let go of his hand and put his father on the ground.

Jalesto propped up his body with a single-horned scepter, raised his head, and looked at the cliff leading to the top of the mountain.

He took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in his side, and urged his frail body to climb the cliff step by step.

After an unknown amount of time, Alesto came to the top of the mountain. At this moment, he had almost no strength, lying flat on the ground, looking up at the sky.

It was already night.

The sky was full of stars, and Jalesto stared at the beautiful scenery in a daze, and he came back to his senses after a long while.

He has recovered a little strength, put his hands on the ground, and got up from the ground.

Jalesto breathed heavily, he felt the passing of life every minute, and slowly approached the branch planted by the god.

The tree branch grew much taller than it was hundreds of years ago, and it has firmly taken root on the top of the mountain. Jalesto, holding a single-horned scepter, knelt down in front of the branch, stroking the leaves on the branch.

"Lord...I came here like my father..."

Alesto murmured, feeling the radiance of the branches.

His frail body became warm at this moment, as if the Lord was stretching out his hand to receive Jalesto's soul.

Jalesto lowered his head, closed his eyes, and folded his hands together, knowing that the time had come...

only…

There is one more thing that worries him.

That's Tertullian...

"Lord, I know I'm leaving this world, but I can't worry about my brother."

Alesto whispered his last prayer softly and slowly,

"He wants to find your place, I don't worry about him, I beg you to protect him, if he is not in danger, then bless him never, if he is already in deep danger, I beg you not to leave him... ..."

Alesto held the one-horned scepter in his hand and prayed devoutly. He slowly felt that his soul was getting out of his body. soul……

"Please... my Lord."

"If he suffers, if he perplexes,"

"Lord, please don't abandon my brother."

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above the sea.

Tertullian was standing in the granary.

All the food has been exhausted. Even if the food is mixed with countless pieces of wood and leather, it still cannot save the ending of food depletion.

Tertullian stood in the granary, silent for a long time.

As far as the eye could see, only the cow was left.

For more than ten days, many Logosians had advised Tertullian to kill the cow, but Tertullian never did so in order to save the gods from disaster.

The gods once promised through the mouth of Antinon: the cow must not be killed, otherwise disaster will come.

But now, the Logos must have this cow to satisfy their hunger.

Tertullian was in a desperate situation.

He took a deep breath, pulled out the bone knife from his waist, and walked slowly towards the cow.

The sharp blade pierced the cow's throat, and the cow's blood began to flow down into a jar.

For more than ten days, the cow was so hungry that it lost the strength to struggle. Its limbs shook a few times, then it knelt down and closed its heavy eyelids.

Animals die, but people still have to live.

Tertullian brought the cook, and stripped the cow so cleanly that not a single bone remained.

At a later date, the steaming broth was shared among the fifty or so remaining Logosians.

The hungry Logos gobbled it up, carefully licking every last bit of residue. They haven't had a full stomach for a long time since they fell into this sea.

After Tertullian ate this long-lost meal, his body finally developed some strength.

He stood at the forefront of the ship, holding the slate, and looked straight ahead.

Those eyes were sunken deep into their sockets and were bloodshot.

He was holding the historical tablet given by Jalesto, and stood there motionless, waiting for something, his whole body was like a statue.

Soon after……

There was a huge storm at sea.

Strong winds came from all directions, instantly surrounding the solitary galley.

Thunder exploded from the dark clouds, and the lightning flashed above the sea, deafening!
Scourge of the gods...

It's coming.

(End of this chapter)