Dosako didn't know why, but his eyes were attracted to that man.
His eyes were attracted by the monk's robe rushing up to the city.
On the smoke-filled city top, there were sounds of slashing and killing. The knight in front of him held his sword high and was about to fall down and take his life. Dosacco suddenly felt that everything had slowed down. He seemed to be watching a revolving lantern. Looking at the battlefield at the top of the city from a strange perspective.
The smell of blood assaulted the nostrils. Soldiers followed the sergeants or knights and rushed to kill. Different horns sounded, and heavy flags were raised and lowered.
Dosako looked at the monk's robe, and Luke suddenly turned his head back, seeming to notice him.
It's too late, it's too late.
Dosacco thought sadly.
Despite his sadness, he felt peaceful.
The entire battlefield slowed down in his eyes, and time seemed to be stuck in front of his dying self.
He saw Prince Laurent throwing himself into the battlefield and fighting with Master Massaphi. The third prince's cheek was scratched by a stone and blood flowed out. While Duke Andev was commanding, he organized people to transport the wounded down to the city. He ordered some of his most outstanding knights to aid the trapped Leydon people.
The top of the city was full of arrows and stones. Corpses were lying everywhere, most of them fresh. They hadn't lasted long, and sudden shouts followed the sound of military drums, encouraging both sides to fight bravely, cut off the enemy's heads, and seize the city. The other party's life and blood fell to the ground, steaming.
It was morning now, and at this critical moment, Dosakko looked at the sky. There were no clouds in the sky, and the blue color was lingering in the sunshine. It was so peaceful and peaceful, and it was not changed at all by the war underfoot.
That is the heaven where the Lord lives in myths and legends.
Dosakko felt the silence, as if everyone on the entire battlefield had disappeared, leaving only him.
He knew that he was going to die, and he felt that his memory was so illusory, as if his life was all fake, and what happened last night was all false. He did not get drunk or go to church, but slept peacefully. We boarded the city early the next morning and faced the war day after day.
The Ledon people regard the battlefield as the home of glory, and Dosakko feels that the God of War Kars is calling him, because he is a brave warrior who will go to the kingdom of the God of War and become the god's bodyguard.
The war continued, and Dosakko heard a noise and something struck him heavily.
Wow!
The skin and flesh burst open and blood splattered.
Knight Naphdusan thrust his sword down, penetrated the leather armor, and landed on Dosacco's lower abdomen.
Dosak was in pain. He squeezed his eyes and his consciousness was suddenly recalled from the hallucination of his death.
Blood welled up from his throat, and he wanted to cry out, but was blocked by the blood. He watched the knight pull out his sword, and stabbed him on the other side of the abdomen as if to vent his anger.
Dosako saw endless anger in the knight's eyes.
Why...did he also have a brother who died in our hands?
This idea suddenly jumped out of Dosak's mind, his eyes became blurry, there was blood everywhere, shouts of death, wailing, tearing... sounds that he had never noticed before suddenly poured in. into the mind of this Leytonian.
War is not the way to the kingdom of Ares...
Place of glory.
But a hell of killing each other!
Under the fear of death, Dosako became cowardly. He wanted to wave, he wanted to get up, and he wanted to beg the knight to spare his life.
This Garda warrior's eyes were filled with tears, life was passing by in his hands, and the pain on his wounds showed no trace of interruption. Every breath he took was weaker and weaker than every breath he took.
Dosaco's vision was blurred and he looked towards the battlefield. The monk's robe, the blessed Luke, rushed here in a hurry.
There was no doubt that the man saw himself.
He was rushing over, rushing towards him. He passed through flying arrows and stone throws, dodged sharp swordsmen, the stone bricks of the city wall collapsed during the war, and the smoke and blood filled the entire city. He stepped over, still moving towards Come here.
That person seems to have some mission, that person seems to have faith!
He wants to save me...?
But I have hurt him, but I have harmed him!
Dosacco shed tears,
That person still comes to save me...
How insignificant I am, and war is not a place of glory, it is just hell...
I finally realized all this!
At this time, Dosako no longer pursued war and the God of War like other Leydon people. Unknowingly, he was getting closer to the Lord who was receiving the Mass.
Knight Nafdusan still pierced him with his sword and tortured the Leyton man, but...
Dosacco feels no pain,
Dosakko looked to the sky, returning to peace and silence,
never mind...
Everything makes...no sense.
Re-recognized myself.
Before dying,
Dosacco repented.
...........
Luke knocked away the Fordusan knight from behind, and the latter fell down a column.
The knight turned around and was about to fight back, but when he saw that the man was a priest, his movements suddenly stopped.
People say that killing clergy will lead to hell.
Luke leaned down and looked at Dosacco as if no one else was watching. Knight Fudusan hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and turned around to leave.
The Blessed One caressed Dosak's face. The blood of the Redonian was flowing. He had died and there was no possibility of resurrection.
Luke shed tears, weeping for the repentant soul.
He took off the kettle from his waist, poured out the holy water, and washed his face that was slowly turning pale.
"I saw your death,"
Luke faced the dead Dosacco and murmured:
"I've been praying, praying for a reversal of fortune and that you wouldn't be so unlucky."
Amidst the flames of war, Luke held Dosak's head and washed the blood on Dosak's face. The young priest was baptizing Dosak.
Dosako's face was cleaner, but his body was still bleeding. Luke struggled to drag his body up and drag the Redon man's body to a safe place.
Masses will be said for him, because he repented. Luke saw Dosacco's fate.
After spending a lot of effort, Luke dragged Dosacco's body down from the city. He found a shed. The soldiers on the city were fighting, but the city below was peaceful.
Before last night, the Blessed One had never known the Redonian.
Luke took out the consecrated oil and smeared it on Dosak's forehead and hands. Then Luke made a circle of worship, touched Dosak's increasingly dry forehead, and treated him like anyone else.
"Lord above, please look at this soul and please listen..."
Luke closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and chanted softly.
The prayers of the blessed ones were steady and melodious, as if they were two different worlds from the war just now.
He celebrated the mass for the dead Dosacco and blessed the penitent soul with his greatest piety.
"He repented,"
“My soul will go to heaven and be with you.”
Then, blessed Luke paused, opened his golden eyes, and stared at Dosacco.
Those eyes that can see destiny,
As if through the body,
Staring at the soul of this Leyton man.
Luke performed the ring salute again and tapped Dosacco lightly on the forehead.
At the end of the Mass, Blessed Luke,
With such a warm verse,
May Dosak be saved from this.
He said:
"I understand my Lord,"
“If you love others, you will be with the Lord.”
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