only god

Chapter 479 Funeral for the Living
They are temporarily gathered in this forest, like prisoners waiting for the final judgment.

Facing the unknown future, the true believers are panicking.

At this time, the priest of the religious order who had been in a coma for two days and one night finally woke up.

This may be to ignite hope in despair, or it may be to make matters worse.

Under the healing efforts of the true believers, the seriously injured priest finally woke up.

The panic-stricken people finally ushered in a glimmer of peace.

In the past few days, the true believers have exhausted all means to survive. They used ancient sayings to heal the wounded and bandaged the wounds of the wounded. They used ancient sayings to light torches and set traps around them to prevent wild animals from approaching. The awakening of Father Tuan is undoubtedly good news, like a ray of dawn in the deep darkness.

But how long can this ray of dawn last?
The aftershock came the day after the mission priest woke up.

At that time, the ground shook violently, and the sound of collapse came from all directions. Although no casualties were caused to the sect, it still pushed their fear to the peak.

Death seemed to be warning them not to leave here recklessly, and to wait to be killed.

And the true believers didn't dare to walk around at will before the situation subsided.

Although the priest of the sect was awake, he was extremely weak, his face was so pale that he seemed to be cut off at any moment, and he died right away.

Therefore, these days, it is the old believers who preside over the food in the church. Under the old man's emaciated body, there is a kind of tenacity beyond death hidden.

His movements did not stop for a moment, and the desperate and broken sect gradually healed together under every arrangement and every order of his.

Wildo saw the godfather's actions in his eyes.

But he did not assist the work of the old believers as before.

He was already mired in the quagmire of despair, unable to move, and was in a daze all the time.

Even though his right leg was gradually able to move, he remained motionless.

"We're going to be stuck here forever...

We are dying here. "

Wildo murmured repeatedly,

"why…"

Beneath this insensitivity, something was accumulating.

The old believer listened to the boy's words.

He can see what Wildo sees.

The entire sect is no longer as angry as before, full of ambition, fanatical and passionate... All of these have been smashed to pieces with the disaster.

The painful and desperate true believers leaned together, clasped their hands tremblingly, closed their tear-stained eyes, recited scriptures as in the past, and prayed to the gods.

In the legend, in the scriptures...

The prophet Ar and all the Logosians prayed to God when the end came, and they were saved by God.

And now, they ushered in their doomsday.

Everyone is helpless in the face of these disasters, and there is nothing they can do except pray.

Wildo did not join the army of prayers.

He looked at everyone numbly.

how stupid this is...

How we pray, how pious we are, so what?

He felt something was accumulating in his heart, and when he looked carefully at this moment, he found a trace of anger in the petals of his heart.

Yes, anger.

Unspeakable anger.

Anger lies in the disaster, but no one is saved. The anger lies in the disaster, but there is no explanation. The anger lies in the fact that I can do nothing but anger.

In the past two days, although the priest of the religious order has woken up, his injury has not improved.

During the earthquake, a boulder hit his chest, and his entire sternum was almost shattered. If it weren't for the healing of the old saying and the constant care day and night, the priest of the order would have died long ago.

"God, look at what we've been through."

The voice of the order priest was dying.

That line comes from a prayer in the Book of Kings and Prophets.

The sky is dark, dark clouds are pressing down, and a corner of this world seems to be falling apart.

This pilgrimage is full of hardships.

"How many people did you bury?"

Looking at the old believers, the priest of the order asked in a low voice:

"Old friend, how many people have you buried?"

After hearing this, the old believer replied softly:
"Six..."

After hearing this, the priest of the order lamented,
"It's not bad for me."

The old believer fell silent, not knowing how to reply.

He knew very well that the priest of this order would not live long.

Such a serious injury, no matter how it is healed, cannot stop the passing of life.

"How many people are still unburied?"

the order priest asked again.

"Three people, two of them left two days ago, and one... also left this morning."

The old believer answered truthfully without hiding anything.

The Priest of the Order was numbered, and he knew it.

At this time, he said slowly:
"The past few days have calmed down a lot, even if there are aftershocks...but it's okay."

The old believer turned his head and saw that there was something in his words, so he asked directly:
"What do you want to say?"

Seeing this, the priest of the sect slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Get ready to bury me, let those children, do the funeral with me..."

The old believer was stunned.

The priest of the order closed his eyes and said in a low voice:

"In the sect, I was the only one who survived such a serious injury.

I know, I'm a drag on you now...I won't live for a few more days. "

The old believer hurriedly said:
"You can live for a few days, we will stay here for a few days..."

Before he finished speaking, the priest of the religious order interrupted:

"No, you can't, you're dishonoring the Lord!

I can't live for a few days, but these few days may save your lives.

Large-scale aftershocks may come again at any time, you must leave here as soon as possible, bury us as soon as possible, and leave immediately, otherwise you will be ashamed of the Lord. "

The priest of the order spoke a lot in one breath, and at the end his voice became lower and lower.

The old believer's hands trembled.

He knew the physical condition of the priest of the order, and he also knew that the priest of the order was right.

"Do you want us to kill you? Commit a great sin and be a sinner judged by God."

The old believer trembled, trying to redeem all this.

"No...not...

I'm like...an elephant, in this elephant grave, quietly waiting to die. "

The priest of the Order is dying,
"Give me and those children a funeral earlier, it will be too late, too late to do the funeral after I die."

This is not only a funeral for the dead, but also a funeral for the living.

The old believer has seen too many funerals, but he has never given a funeral to a living person, even if it is a dying person.

He eventually accepted the order priest's request.

And after hearing the old believers announce that they would hold a funeral and bid farewell to the priest and the three dead true believers, deep sorrow permeated the church.

The crowd prayed helplessly to God. Among them, I don’t know how many of them are the godsons of the priests of the order, and they treat him like a father, and how many of them receive teachings from the priests of the order.

Wildo watched all this numbly.

He no longer had any hope of getting out of danger.

Wildo felt that it was better to die like this than to die after struggling.

Since this funeral is going to bury a living person, why not bury one more living person?

Anyway, my soul is dead, and in that disaster, I have already obliterated my few beliefs.

"Hey...buy me too."

Wildo asked the old believer.

His eyes were cloudy, and his speech was somewhat slurred.

"I don't want to go any further...I can't see...I can't see where the end is."

The old believer stared at the godson, and uttered two sentences after a while:

"You can still go, the end point is the Holy Land."

The end is at the Holy Land...

How easy it is to say this, as if you can arrive there tomorrow, as if God’s salvation is within reach.

It's easy to get there, making Wildo angry for a while.

But he suppressed it and kept begging his godfather, no matter how hard he tried, the latter never agreed to this small request.

Wildo's anger accumulated more and more, and when only one erupted, he already wanted to die, but the godfather did everything possible to stop him, just like he stopped himself from stealing the church's money before.

And the day after the old believers announced the funeral, the funeral will be held.

Throughout the whole day, the land was very calm, and there were no violent storms around, as if even nature was silently mourning for the tragic experience of these true believers.

Will it be so peaceful tomorrow, will it be so peaceful the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow?
No one knows that disasters may strike at any time, and death is in hot pursuit and may come at any time.

(End of this chapter)