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Chapter 240 The Blessed Be With the Lord (4k [-] in [-])

"That's what defense is about,"

Duke Anderf complained bitterly to Lauren:
"You can see that I spent a lot of energy on the first line of defense, but it was cleaned up in less than a morning. If you look at it in hindsight, it might be better if I didn't build the first line of defense, but how did you know beforehand that the enemy's Throwing opportunities are so ferocious."

Lauren listened to the Duke's words and silently memorized them.

"Yes, Duke, before the Verdusan people arrived, you and I thought the defense was adequate." Lauren said slowly.

The tragic siege broke out after Shiqiao set fire to stop the enemy.

It was just in the afternoon, and a big fire was ignited on the stone bridge. The Verdusan people marched. They put up their big shields, braved piles of flying arrows, and threw the sand held in leather bags onto the burning stone bridge. .

The sharp arrows and throwing stones caused a lot of blows to the Verdusan people in the city, leaving charred or arrow-shot corpses on the stone bridge, but in the end, the fire on the stone bridge was extinguished.

The warriors of Verdusan pushed the tall ladder and the siege engine onto the stone bridge together. Loren and Duke Anderf didn't care to marvel at the superb skills of the dwarves, and immediately organized soldiers to prepare A bloody battle at the head of the city.

The defense of the city is only divided into two stages: city wall defense and street fighting, and the most important thing is the former, because once the city wall is lost, the fate of the city is almost doomed.

The siege vehicles gradually approached, and the defenders, led by knights and officers, threw torches, but it was obvious that the surface of the siege vehicles was coated with several layers of mud for fire prevention, and the torches and oil did not play the expected role .

The Leidon people who climbed the city wall held up all kinds of shields in front, the siege engine put down the wooden bridge, and piles of Verdusan soldiers rushed out. The soldiers fight for space to ascend the city.

As far as the defense of the city wall is concerned, it is very important to destroy the enemy's troops who climbed the city wall, so the Leytons went up. Everyone knows that this group of barbarians is the best infantry.

The warriors of Garda marched forward with swords and axes drawn, they passed the other defenders, shouting "Kazahfolhuri", drawing strength from the roar of others.

They smashed into the Verdusan people like hammers, slashing and killing regardless of bloodshed, they met the Verdusan sergeant, and drove the enemy back and frightened them with brute force and richer foot combat experience.

The Redonites in the front attacked and wounded, and the defenders in the rear, led by knights and sergeants, followed up bravely. There were also countless stones and arrows darting from the city wall towards the Verdusan people who entered the siege vehicle.

There was a fight on the city wall, and it was not until nightfall that the two sides were separated at the sound of the retreating horns of the Verdusan.

Dusk slowly receded.

During the defense of the city, Dosako fought the hardest. If he hadn't been stopped by the people around him, he would have rushed into the siege vehicle long ago.

However, the enemy's head did not heal Dosak's pain. He spoiled the enemy's corpse, cut off the hands and feet to vent his anger, then kicked them to the ground, and kicked them into the muddy water like a ball of leather.

The siege towers and ladders gradually receded.

In order to cover the retreat of the Verdusan people and prevent the pursuit of the defenders of Maton River City, the counterweight trebuchet was slowly pushed forward again.

Under the command of the dwarf craftsman, the boulders were loaded onto the trebuchets.

With the sound of the pulley throwing the pole, the huge boulder flew out and hit the city wall. The defenders felt like an earthquake. Groups of soldiers couldn't stand still for a moment and fell to the ground.

The bombardment of the trebuchets continued. In addition to hitting the city wall, many catapults flew into the city.

In an instant, houses collapsed, thick smoke rose everywhere, people fled one after another, and houses near the city wall fell into huge stones.

Boulders whizzed past, the blood of the civilians splashed, and their eyes turned red.

By the time the trebuchet stopped, the mansions near the city wall had been destroyed to pieces and turned into ruins, and the surroundings were filled with the atmosphere left by the war.

The Verdusan finally retreated temporarily, but there were not many people celebrating. They were silent under the fierce bombardment of boulders.

After the Duke breathed a sigh of relief, he ordered people to clean up the battlefield, and then sent money to the soldiers to organize a small celebration.

After sweeping the battlefield, the Radon people climbed down the city wall. They wanted to drink and rest, because they had won the battle, although it was only temporarily.

Dorsak was in no mood as he made his way past the destroyed houses, fretting about everything but going into battle and killing enemies.

His brother Shaq is dead, and it only makes sense for him to avenge Shaq.

Dosako went to the tavern and bought a large jug of ale, which he drank and then paid for, for an entire hour, and he almost drowned himself in the drink.

He still felt angry, and his anger was not relieved by the fight this morning, but intensified. He said that the god of war, Kars, would bless him, so that he could slaughter more southern cowards tomorrow.

After drinking an unknown amount, Dosako staggered out of the tavern. He looked at the city that was about to have a curfew. The streets were empty and the lights in the houses were dim.

Dorsak felt the hatred, and he hated the city, hated these southerners.

He punched the wall angrily, his callused hands were cracked and bled.

Dorsak looked up at this time and saw a foreign object in the sky. When he took a closer look, it was the church's circle of truth.

He spat on the ground, walked on the street, and unknowingly came to a place with a good view.

Dosaco saw the church, brightly lit.

Believers, men and women, old and weak women and children surrounded the church from inside to outside. They closed their eyes, lowered their heads, and folded their hands together.

Dosako leaned over, and heard the sound of the monks reading the scriptures in his ears, and heard the scriptures finished reading a paragraph, and then paused, and the people in the south shouted "My Lord is above", the monks continued to read the scriptures, and after reading a paragraph, they paused, The southerners saluted and praised the Lord again.

True Christians are at Mass.

The Garda warrior was bewildered. Did he not know why he had leaned over, to mock, to ridicule these southerners?
Dosako himself didn't know what he was thinking, anyway, he leaned over, reeking of alcohol.

Dorsak pushed his way roughly into the crowd. He saw a blond man in a white sacristy standing in front of the icon, chanting scriptures, lifting the sacrament, and cutting it into pieces.

The man held up another communion wafer, and Dossako felt his head blur, and he looked at the round, white communion wafer.

The man muttered something until a certain sentence fell.

Dosako was suddenly sober from his drunkenness.

The Garda warrior suddenly felt an indescribable rage.

The man said Mass not only for them, but also for the enemy!
He saw the man exalt the sacrament and heard the man say:
"Lord, forgive us and forgive the enemy. Lord, save the world, both for us and for the enemy."

How dare the man pray to the gods to forgive and save his enemies? !

How dare the man also say Mass for the enemy? !How dare you comfort the soul of your enemy? !
Unable to restrain his anger, Dorsak pushed his way through the crowd and stared straight at Luke who was doing mass. He couldn't accept the words from the man.

His younger brother died, died under the enemy's sword and axe, and did not leave the whole body, did not bury him, but was thrown into the city by the catapult in humiliation.

Dosako, who was full of anger and blood, pushed away the true believers who were crowded in front one by one, and the people around him looked at the rude barbarian and stepped aside a little.

I saw Dorsak walking less than two meters away from the altar. He looked at Luke and saw that he cut up another communion wafer and distributed it to the people present after the mass.

I don't know where I noticed the vision, but I had expected it, and Luke's movements suddenly slowed down.

Dosako drew out the hand ax at his waist, and he stared at the man until he said another word that made him angry, then he threw the ax and chopped off the man's head.

There were three candles on the altar, burning warmly, and the three candle lights hit Dorsak's face, and he still held the handaxe tightly.

Dossako looked at the man, the priest from nowhere, vicious and fierce.

The blessed one held the communion bread in his hand and turned around slowly in front of the icon.

Luke looked at the Leidon man, and the old saying "fate" flowed quietly.

Dosako looked at the man, he was still furious, he didn't calm down.

He saw the man's golden eyes like candlelight,

She looked at him calmly, almost with pity.

The man handed the whole communion wafer,

"The Lord is with your brother, and with the man you killed."

When the last words fell, Dorsak couldn't bear it anymore, he raised the hatchet, threw it violently, and flew out roaring through the air.

The true believers beside them raised their heads and saw the spinning flying axe. They yelled in panic. Several reacted quickly and rushed over, trying to grab the flying axe, but another person slammed into Dosako, throwing The assailant fell to the ground.

Shouts, shoves, screams, all kinds of voices were pushed apart from the crowd, and there was a chaotic sound. The speed of the throwing ax was so fast that no one could catch it in mid-air, and could only watch helplessly as the hand ax flew. to the priest.

The cold and reflective ax blade was getting closer and closer, drawing phantoms one after another, tearing the air, but the man just watched calmly and remained motionless.

Dosako was crushed to the ground for the second time today. He watched as his throwing ax deviated from the direction and hit the altar with a crackling sound. He missed.

Under the influence of alcohol, Dorsak's anger was magnified, he roared like a beast, and roared at the inarticulate man.

In the chaos, the deacon and monks who were the first to figure out the situation rushed up. Their faces were pale, and they confirmed whether Luke had made any mistakes.

Luke waved them out of the way.

Dosako stared straight at Luke, being poked at the weakest nerve, he almost lost all his sanity and struggled hard.

The people around him couldn't hold the savage Leyton down any longer, and the true believers even felt that as soon as they let go, Dosako would be like a tiger out of the cage, tearing the bloody flesh of the priest in front of him.

After the candlelight, the icon, the marble statue, watched all this in silence.

Luke brought clear water from the altar, and the icon watched him, as if the Lord watched him through the candlelight.

Dosako's red eyes saw the man leaning over, holding the consecrated water with his hands, and stroking his furious face.

Those hands were warm and powerful.

The rage in Dorsak's mind urged him, snarling at him, making him summon his bestiality and bite off the priest's palm.

But Dosako didn't do that, and he didn't even know why he didn't do that. He felt that he was comforted by that person, comforted by the blessed one in the mouth of the true believers.

Under the genial gaze, Dorsak calmed down unbelievably and uncontrollably.

"There is no doubt that the Lord is watching us."

He heard the man speak,

While scrubbing the assailant's face, the man preached to others as usual,

"The Lord has promised us the world after death, and such grace is enough."

The true believers around looked at Blessed Luke in amazement, and they were shocked by the priest's plainness.

They witnessed the Raidon people committing murder, smashing the hand ax into the altar, and witnessed the priest scrubbing the face of the Raidun people, and telling about the knowledge of God and the grace of the Lord.

Dosako's sanity gradually returned, and he saw the true believers put their hands together, kissed the icon hanging around their necks, and listened devoutly to the man's sermon.

Even the deacons and monks who rushed over continued to complete the mass slowly under the gaze of the man.

Everyone present felt the shock from the soul.

Including Dosako who was pressed to the ground by several true believers.

Dosako felt discouraged, his anger was vented, his hand that threw the throwing ax lost strength, and his body was pressed down on the ground.

He stared blankly at the man scrubbing his face, and from the exclamation of others, he knew the man's name, Luke, blessed Luke.

Luke scrubbed Dorsak's face and waved for the True Cultists to let him go.

The Garda warrior stood still, his body stiff, and he saw Luke pull the handaxe from the altar and pick up the communion bread from the table.

The priest handed over the throwing ax along with the communion, and put it in Dorsak's hand.

Until then, Dorsak became angry again belatedly, with complicated emotions and shame in his heart.

Where does this anger and shame come from?

From the priest's good deeds, the crude conscience of the savage condemned him, prudence and reason also condemned him.

He immediately hated Luke's kindness, because in the latter's kindness, he felt how helpless he was.How powerful my own arm was for throwing the throwing ax at that time, and how insignificant it was under that person's good deeds.

Luke begged everyone to make way for the Radon man whom he had never met before, and gently said to those who did not want to make way that he did not care about his actions and forgave his sins.

Then, Luke moved closer to Dorsak, leaving a soothing word.

Dosako listened dumbfounded.

Then, Dosako slowly backed away in the crowd. He looked directly at Luke, stepping back step by step, until the man's figure gradually shrank and shrunk until he was buried in the crowd.

This Leighton just woke up like a dream. He put the hatchet back on his waist, and his mind was completely empty.

"I pray with my Lord, I pray that you can live, that you can walk away from the bloody battlefield, I pray that the danger will be far away from you, and that peace will come."

Dosako heard such a sentence from the priest.

He murdered that person, but that person prayed to the gods to give him protection and let him live.

It was the first time Dosaco had seen such a person.

The Redonian would not realize,

A hundred years later, when Blessed Luke's name spreads throughout the northern lands
His figure will appear in the mural.

Including my murder today, the act of handing the communion with Blessed Luke, scrubbing his face, and handing over the hand ax and the communion.

In one of the most famous religious paintings in the future,
"When Blessed Luke Sermons" will look like this:

The assailant, Dosako, lost control in hatred and threw a throwing ax at the Blessed.

As the handaxe flew out, the True Cultists around Dosako panicked, some screamed, some turned pale with fright, some glared at him, and some stepped forward to overwhelm him.
They look different.

Only Blessed Luke still had a calm expression on his face, and still maintained the posture of handing the communion.

Rumor has it,
At this time, the Blessed be with the Lord.

(End of this chapter)