The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his head was swollen and painful.
The sandstorm subsided for a while, and the man had a premonition that bad luck was still staring at him.
The man pressed his chest, and his heart was extremely calm. It took a long time to feel the slight pumping.
The beast in my chest is tired.
He rode on the war horse. The beast was already very thin. The man ate little and the horse didn't have much rations. It had been lying in the cave for the past few days and could only eat a little hay.
Yellow sand spreads as far as the eye can see.
In order to save water, the man would only take a sip of water when he was really thirsty these days. However, due to John's betrayal, the half bottle of water he had left was finally going to bottom out.
"Damn it."
The man didn't dare to speak for fear of taking away the excess moisture, so he could only curse in his heart.
But even the voice in my heart was weak and powerless.
Despair, men can only feel deep despair.
"I'm going to die..." The man just thought this, and then forced himself to stand up, pulling on the reins to urge the horse to run, "No, not yet, I have to... find an oasis... even find some plants."
Even the war horse's eyes were bloodshot.
It reluctantly bent its neck and tried its best to make a running posture. It didn't understand why the man was still urging itself and whipping it.
It neighed in pain, but was tightened and chewed by the man.
"Run, run... I'm the only one left." The man leaned close to its ear and murmured.
The wind picked up and passed over them, and the sand and dust swirled around them. The sandstorm that destroyed all living things would surge up at any time and bury them!
It ran as hard as it could, crossing deep traces.
Crossing the icy boulders and crossing the layers of desert, the thin war horse ran wildly all the way.
Its muscles trembled as it ran, and the tight bit growled dullly.
The gray muscle lines are tightly attached to the leg bones, and it is still running!
It will lead the man through fear and despair, and it will lead him through the ruthless sandstorm that is about to surge. It wants to run, keep running, it steps on thin iron hooves, it roars towards the earth!
But it is still tired.
The war horse couldn't hold on, and its four hooves shook violently.
Finally, its right front hoof stepped on a piece of gravel. It was an insignificant piece of gravel, not even half the size of a horseshoe.
But that still defeated the war horse. Its right front hoof suddenly slipped, and the other three hooves were implicated and froze for a brief second.
Its limbs rested for a second.
The tired and angry head, with its thin body, fell hard to the sandy ground.
The thin but strong war horse was crushed.
The man fell to the ground. When it fell, the horse's back fell on the man's calf. He gritted his teeth and screamed in pain.
He crushed the pain into pieces and swallowed it in his throat.
After ruthlessly pulling his foot out, the man's foot was broken. Regardless of the discomfort, he climbed up forcefully.
The man patted the horse and called it to its feet, hoping that it would stand up again.
"Get up, get up, let's go out..."
The war horse just screamed, reluctantly raised its head, and touched the man's hand with its mouth.
It hissed softly and licked the man's arm.
Then, it lowered its head and closed its bloodshot eyes.
The man stroked its head, its eyes were dry and sore.
It rests in peace.
The man stood up in the desert and stared wordlessly at the rising sandstorm.
"Lord, have you abandoned me?"
The man was confused, experiencing loss and betrayal one after another. He didn't know how to go on in this desert.
He longed for an answer from the Lord, even a small answer.
All that could be seen was the gradually rising sand, with groups of hyenas biting the ground.
So many hopes were dashed.
This time is no exception.
The man pushed himself up, took off his horse's water bottle and food, dragged his broken leg, and limped toward a nearby cave.
Thick despair oppressed him, and the man's head was dizzy. He had been deprived of food and water for a long time, and the scenery in his eyes gradually became blurred and swaying.
The beast in his chest crawled feebly.
Climbing into the cave, the man almost fell to the ground. Panting heavily, he struggled to move his body inside.
Leaning against the wall, the man stared at the wild sand outside the cave, which was ravaging the earth.
The man closed his eyes for a moment and rushed forward tiredly.
He clenched his fists, pricked his fingers with his fingertips, and opened his eyes again.
"Bray? Bray?!" The man was surprised to see the young cavalryman, who was leaning on the horse.
He closed his eyelids and reopened them. Bly was gone.
The man understood that he was hallucinating.
I'm dying!
I could only try to keep my red eyes wide open to avoid falling into hallucinations again.
But it doesn't help.
John and Myron appeared, two betrayers. They swayed in front of him one after another, enjoying the rich food and clothing, bending the spines of the liberated people.
The man stared at them with hatred.
But all he got was ridicule one after another.
He closed his eyes sharply.
The hallucinations did not calm down.
The man heard a voice and turned his head to see Cassell's face.
Cassel's face was covered in blood, and half of his face was burned by the flames of war. He asked with tears streaming down his face: "Why do you hate them?"
"Ka...Casel, how could you..."
Cassel knelt in front of him, crying bitterly.
"You should hate me!"
"What...?!"
"I failed to hold the fort... All the citizens became slaves again, and the entire city-state was destroyed! The consul... we failed, and Aylan will be gone..."
"Impossible, impossible!" the man tensed his veins and roared.
Hallucinations, all hallucinations...
Just rest for a while, just rest for a while...
Really...just an illusion?
Cassel was still kneeling in front of him, dragging only half of his body.
Fear and despair oppress men.
"I should hate myself..."
The man murmured, suddenly feeling something more terrifying than death.
I'm about to give in!
He thought he was the only one unshakable.
At this moment, he was struck down by a series of hardships.
"Lord, have you abandoned me?" the man cried helplessly.
Have you really abandoned me?
But you are clearly the Lord of salvation...
For a long time.
The Lord did not appear and did not respond.
Men have felt so alone in their lives.
This is the greatest suffering.
The man closed his eyes, tears welling up in his eyes.
There was no life left in his breast, the beast which he had fed tirelessly to roar at the hell that oppressed all.
The man couldn't stop crying, and his body seemed to be weakening due to the water flowing out.
He can only pour out his anger on himself!
"How can a person without a name save an entire fallen nation?!"
"Why are you so trusting and arrogant that Ailan will be destroyed in one day? Why are you so..."
"How can you be worthy of making a covenant with the Lord? Why are you praying for salvation here after making such a big mistake?!
"That's a trap. I obviously thought of it when I had time. Why didn't you think about it..."
Men hate their own incompetence and powerlessness.
This struggling soul is about to surrender completely.
In front of him, the hallucination materialized the beast on his chest. With his head spinning, he stared at it.
The beast is dying.
The man felt that his arms seemed to be wrapped around the beast on his chest. The beast that he had raised with his own thoughts before would now be hanged by his own hands.
Suddenly, everything seemed to be at night.
The man suddenly saw that he was holding a candlestick in his hand.
It is so broken that if it is thrown to the ground, it will completely break into pieces.
Throwing it away also means completely shattering your once indestructible faith.
Allow yourself to rest in peace.
At least until the last moment before death.
It's all over.
Throw it away!
The man raised his hand and pointed the candlestick toward the hard gravel floor in the cave.
He raised it up, ready to wave it down at any time, then let go completely. The candlestick cut through the air and swung itself downward.
The candlestick is about to be released.
A dry hand grabbed his wrist.
The man turned to look at the owner of the hand.
He is an old beggar, and he has a chest like a broken candle!
Old Figg looked at him brightly.
"Just throw it away." Old Figg said to him hoarsely and softly: "But the Lord has saved your soul."
The man froze.
Everything seems to be reappearing in the past.
I don’t know when the candlestick in my hand was filled with bee candles.
The candle burned warmly.
In a daze, the man seemed to have returned to the small room in the slave cave.
A little boy found himself. He wiped away his tears, his eyes were still red, and he held a candlestick.
The little boy came over, and just like old Figg, he put his forehead against his own, gently.
I heard the tender voice of the little boy,
“From now on, don’t lose hope.
Look, there's still candlelight here. "
The man lowered his head.
The warm candlelight burned on their chests, and from that time until now, the Lord has been standing by their side.
