savior epic

Chapter 243 God Is Thinking Too

Defending the city was more difficult than expected.

The bloody battle lasted from morning to afternoon, and the city was covered with corpses and limbs, and the blood soaked the stone bricks, giving off a stench.

After a hard fight, the defenders finally drove the vast number of Verdusan people off the city wall. Even the armor of the knights was damaged, and they were in a state of distress. Not to mention the other soldiers with light armor or even no armor. An enjoyable scene.

The figures of the Verdusan retreated outside the city, and the temporarily victorious defenders raised their weapons and roared.

The trebuchet in the distance was working again at this time, and the huge stones flying over shook the city wall, but the bloody battle was won, and the morale of the defenders was greatly boosted. After the trebuchet went away, cheers resounded again.

Due to fighting in person, Lauren was injured, but relying on the cover of Master Masafei and other Garda warriors, he only suffered some minor injuries to his back.

Lauren called a Ledon man who knew medical skills over. It was a shaman, who was obviously familiar with such wounds. He brewed herbs, chanted spells, and prepared the dressing in a short time.

The hot potion hit the wound, and Lauren snorted. After recovering from the initial pain, he looked at Master Ma Safei and asked, "How many brothers have we lost?"

"More than 30 people, it's a serious injury." Master Ma Safei said lightly, "There are still a few people whose whereabouts are unknown, and they are probably captured."

"Did you count the names?"

"It's counted. Want me to read it to you?" Master Ma Safei saw what Lauren was thinking.

I saw Lauren nodded solemnly.

"Okay, the next thing is: the list of people who will serve the God of War." Master Masafei recalled those names, "Combray, Marseille, Skirda."

Master Masafei read them one by one, and Lauren memorized them all, and later gave a pension to their relatives.

"Makata, Dosaco"

"Dosako?" Lauren heard the familiar name, "Is he dead too?"

Master Masafei nodded and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing. His younger brother also died not long ago." Lauren said seriously.

"That's the way the battlefield is."

Master Masafei said thus,

"Let the living celebrate the dead. They have gone to the afterlife, to the kingdom of the God of War Kars."

Lauren lamented softly for these victims, and he couldn't do more than compensate their families.

After the shaman applied the medicine, he signaled the third prince to get up and walk around.

Lauren stood up, put on the linen clothes again, and then put on the leather armor.

"Where are you going?"

Master Ma Safei paused, stroked his beard and said:

"Are you going to participate in the celebration? Those things must be drunk after a short mourning!"

"I've got to see what's going on with the people south of Myrn."

Lauren turned around and explained:
"The casualties of these people must be much heavier than that of the Leidon people. I want to give compensation to the wounded and the dead."

Master Ma Safei raised his eyebrows. The third prince's behavior was very reasonable, and he couldn't find a reason to refute.

However, this elderly Leydonian still finds it a little strange. In his opinion, the best way for Lauren is to participate in the Laytonian celebration first, be the protagonist in the celebration, and find time in the next day If it's not possible to go to care for those people in the south, then send a trustworthy person there.

Lauren walked out of the tent.

After a day of bloody battle, the soldiers began to take a short rest. They were all exhausted, lying on the city or under the city in disorder, and even lying together with the corpses.

And Lauren saw Duke Andev, who was injured standing on the battlements, at this time commanding those who still had the strength to clean up some corpses first.

"Roren, a difficult victory. May the Lord bless us all the time." Duke Anderf said with a wry smile when he saw Lauren approaching.

"We paid a big price."

Lauren looked towards the wilderness in the distance.

Dead bodies were everywhere under the city wall and on the stone bridge. The blood stained the banks of the river, steaming with blood, and the ruts of the siege vehicles remained on the ground, extending in the direction of the retreat of the Verdusan people, like scratches left by the devil on the ground. mark.

"How many casualties did they have this time? One thousand? Two thousand?" Lauren asked from memory, "I killed sixteen of them alone."

"Only the prisoners, we captured more than 400 people." Duke Andev replied with a slightly relaxed expression.

Marton River City captured more than 400 people.

This means that the casualties of the Verdusan people are probably more than [-], and Lauren is naturally not unclear.

"Will they come tomorrow?"

Lauren asked, he was not familiar with the war habits of the southerners.

According to Beitu's habit, if he fails to succeed once, he either gives up directly or fights continuously until he succeeds.

Duke Andev also thought of this, and after stroking his beard and thinking for a moment, he replied: "Probably not, such a big loss, they need a period of rest, if it is me, it will be at least a week."

"But they desperately want the city"

"That should be half the week, no less."

Prince Anderf looked up at the sky and said:

"They failed to attack the city twice, and their morale must be frustrated. If they come back tomorrow, unless the Lord is on their side, there is no way for anyone to climb the city wall."

Lauren nodded slightly, expressing his agreement with this statement.

Duke Andev looked at the dead bodies on the city wall and sighed long and long.

The Leidon people suffered a lot of losses, so how could his losses be less?
"I have lost a lot," Duke Andev thought of something. "The only good thing is that a priest led a group of monks to rescue people on the city wall, and those Verdusan people were afraid of going to hell, so they dared not kill them." Killer."

"A priest led a group of monks to rescue people on the city wall? Who is it?" Lauren asked curiously.

"I can't believe his name is said." Duke Andev turned his head.

After a while, the Duke slowly uttered a name: "Blessed Luke, such a noble reserve cardinal went to the battlefield to save people!"

Lauren's breathing was stagnant.

He felt his brain suddenly roaring.

The Blessed One I have been looking for is actually in the city of Matton River!
After a long time, Lauren came back to his senses. His hands were trembling, and he couldn't help asking, "Where is he? Blessed Luke, where is he?"

Seeing that Lauren was so excited, Duke Anderf was taken aback, and replied: "I don't know, maybe it's in the church in the city."

After hearing this, Lauren couldn't care about anything anymore. He immediately climbed down the city wall and hurried onto the street.

The question that I have been puzzled for a long time can finally be answered!
Lauren couldn't hold back his thoughts.

Ever since he walked out of the dazed heavy snow, he never heard the voice of the Lord, nor received the oracle from the Lord.

Everything seems to be an illusion, everything seems to have never happened.

Lauren kept thinking, what time did the Lord say?Where is the value of people?
The third prince stepped on the street with both legs, and the towering circle of truth of the church was already faintly visible in the sky.

Lauren's footsteps involuntarily slowed down. Out of respect, he slowed down, but his heart was still beating wildly, and his blood was still boiling.

God realizes that Lauren and Luke's encounter was almost predestined.

He looked to the earth, where the church of Matton River City stood.

The people on the benches all stood up, and the true believers in the aisle also stood, and they all looked at the priest at the mass.

The priest of that mass was only the resident priest of Matton River City, not Luke the Blessed.

It's not Luke who's going to Mass tonight, he's not in this church, he's elsewhere.

"Looks like it's not tonight." God shook his head and said.

Chen Yi saw Lauren pushing through the crowd and walking to the altar. He looked at the priest expectantly.

When he saw the gray hair on the priest's head, he knew that it was not Luke the Blessed, but an extremely ordinary priest.

Lauren's disappointment was inevitable, and the third prince had a premonition that he would never meet the Blessed Luke tonight, as if it hadn't come yet.

Taking advantage of the gap between the priest's preaching and preaching, Lauren felt unwilling, so he approached a monk and asked the latter about Luke's whereabouts.

Unfortunately, the friar is also unaware of Luke's whereabouts.

He said that Luke had attended mass yesterday and left after the battle this afternoon, and he didn't know the whereabouts of the reserve cardinal.

Lauren was suddenly discouraged. Before he came here, he hoped to pour out all his questions, but he never wanted to just miss it.

The trick of fate caught Lauren unexpectedly.

And he had to accept the fact that his doubts could not be answered for the time being.

Afterwards, Lauren left the church. He was not a true believer, and logically speaking, he should not have attended the mass in the church.

God watched his figure disappear into the alley under the moonlit night.

Chen Yi looked at the thread of his fate, it was a calm night, and it had been for several days in a row.

God looked at another character in Matton River City——Luke the Blessed.

At this time the young priest went into the low caves where the poor in the city lived, and treated children, prostitutes, and poor people.

Luke brought bread and porridge, carried a big bucket, scooped it up with a spoon, and distributed it to the poor families. When he saw the sick prostitutes, he didn't show any shyness at all. See a doctor and help as usual.

Both Lauren and Luke have attracted God's attention and deserve His attention.

Compared with the former, the blessed Luke, who roams around like a beggar monk and ponders theology in the lonely wilderness, is even more touching to God.

He painstakingly studied the words and sentences in the scriptures, comprehending the revelation and knowledge in the scriptures.

The young cardinal, who is still young, is more willing to go to the poor and poor to preach and do good than to debate the scriptures day after day on the peaceful Pope Island.

God can't help but think,
So, can Luke answer his question?
In the dark and gloomy slums, there was an unspeakable stench.

An old man propped up his body with a thick wooden branch, and waved to the young priest with difficulty.

Luke walked over, and he looked at the old man.

The old man handed over a piece of acorn noodles and said in his mouth, "I donated this to the church."

Luke took it with a smile on his face, his face was as usual, without a trace of dislike.

The young priest and the old man repeatedly promised to donate to the church, and then made a ring salute to the old man.

The old man hurriedly raised his hands, clasped his fingers together, and the thick wooden branch supporting his body fell to the ground, so he leaned against the wall, his fingers still clasped together, shaking up and down, as if praying in his heart.

God can see that Luke is approaching the road of salvation.

Luke put the acorn noodles away and continued walking to the other poor people.

He saw a prostitute and waved to him, and Luke leaned over without changing his face.

Luke used the old saying "fate" to see a prostitute, and then told the latter's illness, which caused the prostitute to be surprised.

Finally, Luke dictated the prescription several times, and he was not ready to leave until the prostitute wrote it down.

"Shepherd, pastor," the prostitute stopped him, and asked cautiously, "Can a filthy man like me go to heaven after death?"

Luke turned his head and said peacefully, "Of course."

"Really? Why, why? I don't understand," the prostitute asked.

"The Lord is not a cold and indifferent Lord."

Luke said softly:

"But the Lord who can hear your voice and mine.

Miracles are omnipresent, and the Lord's salvation is heavenly salvation.

The Lord is not unaware of the suffering of the world,
Not to be indifferent to the voice of the world.

And what I do to you is what I do for the Lord, because that is what the Lord wants. "

The prostitute was stunned, she didn't fully understand the words for a moment.

And Luke said in a simple tone: "When I do good to you, I do it for the Lord. If you do good to others, it will be done for the Lord."

After returning to the thousand-pillar sea of ​​clouds thousands of years ago, Chen Yi was surrounded by divinity all the time.

God has not had his feet on the ground for a long time, the Spirit of God has fallen on the sea of ​​clouds, far above the earth, and He is not troubled by many things of the past.

As a result, Chen Yi often thinks about higher things.

He saw Lauren wondering, the prince who had lost his throne and father was thinking hard about God's meaning and the value of man.

Chen Yi was also thinking.

God is not free from doubts, and God is not indifferent to everything.

Lauren was thinking, what is the value of a person to the Lord?
What God thinks is just the opposite.

Chen Yi asked the question with her own humanity:
What is the meaning of the Lord to man?
Heaven saves, and the world is what He wants to save, but what is the meaning of salvation for the world?
Is it in the world's prayer for protection?Or is it in the hope and hope of the world for the afterlife?Or is it simply because of faith?
There may be many answers to this question, just as no one leaf is the same.

However, everything has something in common.

So it is with the people of the world who believe in the Lord.

For this reason, Chen Yi once saw the answer from divinity.

It's just that the answer obtained from divinity is so simple and clear, but it is not what God wants. Moreover, He prefers to get answers from humanity.

Right now, God stands on a sea of ​​clouds with thousands of pillars, and only humanity remains in the sky. He is no longer a man with two feet on the ground.

"Lauren, Luke."

God saw Roren, and also saw Luke. The latter was always in the scholastic philosophy. All the knowledge about God that the Blessed One knew was borne out by his words and deeds.

He felt that he could see the answer he wanted from one of them.

　I heard from a friend that 500 may be pushed, so I ask everyone to make a follow-up order, and now it is 330.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)