Once upon a time, a merchant went to the market to buy something, and he met a man who said to him, "We have an appointment tonight, and we are in Suharama." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The merchant was so frightened that he fled immediately, taking nothing with him, and only wanted to leave completely, because the man he met was the Grim Reaper.

When evening came, the merchant came to a city he had never been to before, and thought that it should be safe, and that even death must keep his promise, so he stepped into the city with peace of mind, and wanted to find a place to sleep.

When passing through the city gate, the merchant casually asked the soldier guarding the city where this was for peace of mind, and the soldier raised his head and smiled at him, "Welcome to Suharama." ”

This is a well-known fable in Suharama, which speaks of the predetermined nature of fate, and that one must die, sooner or later.

Once upon a time, Haas had always scoffed at the fable, because he felt that it was full of loopholes.

Now that the merchant knew where the Grim Reaper was waiting for him, why not find a map and a good guide to get away from the direction where Suharama was located.

Or maybe he simply doesn't go anywhere, just stays in his city, and then the Grim Reaper can't do anything about him.

But now, he knew.

How childish and ridiculous he used to be.

Destiny is destiny.

There is no escaping fate.

Even if you stay where you are, you won't go anywhere, or you will completely stay away from Suharama, where you have made a promise with death.

Eventually, the Grim Reaper will still find you and tell you to welcome to Suharama.

Because Suharama, it is not a city, but destiny itself.

Haas had thought that he had killed the man named Wommel, but in any case, what that man said was a fart.

Everyone is dead, what else can be done?

But he was wrong.

When a person dies, he can be resurrected, as the man said, this is fate.

No matter the rain or the rain, no matter how everything grows, no matter what.

They agreed to meet again tonight in the wasteland of Suharama, and then they would definitely meet.

So fate would have it.

"No!! I don't believe it!" At that moment, Haas even began to wonder if there was really such a thing as a god in this world.

Otherwise, how can a person be resurrected after death?

He still vividly remembered the feeling of his sword cutting off the man's head, the splatters of blood, the severed flesh.

"You're pretending to be a ghost!" Haas, who had lost his mind a little, rode his horse under his crotch, and without hesitation slashed at the man named Ralicko with his sword.

Just kill him, and all fate will be over.

This was Haas's thought, and it was the only way to find relief in his terrified heart.

He doesn't believe in God!

The long sword crossed, with a strong wind, as the strongest heir of the ancient martial arts sand wind flow on the central plain, his strength had long been broken, so even Wommer, who had gained divine power, was not his opponent, let alone a merchant like Ralico.

The long sword cut off Rolick's head with a single sword, and the blood went straight to the sky.

Haas let out a long sigh of relief and whispered to himself, "Pretending to be a ghost." ”

And those businessmen and wealthy people who originally had some confidence instantly fell to the bottom in an instant.

There is no god, is it just Ralick's pretending to be a god?

"Okay, let's keep walking, if anyone wants to be unable to walk, then I can also give you the same treatment as Rolico!" Haas killed a man, and he was much more emboldened, and he was no longer polite to these people at all.

Those businessmen and wealthy people, looking at the murderous Haas, were all frightened in their hearts, and they hurriedly didn't dare to talk more, and planned to compromise after a while.

But at this time, Raleico, who should have been completely dead, suddenly stood up from the ground, and, in great horror, held his severed head, and forced himself back again, saying: "I said, this is fate, no matter what happens, it cannot be changed, Mr. Haas, please accept your fate." ”

Raleik paused word by word, as if his head had not been cut off at all, and spoke to Haas.

Haas was stunned for a moment, then completely insane, he carried his long sword, and shouted frantically: "I can kill you once, I can kill you twice, I see how many times you can stand up!!"

He roared and struck his sword again, but it was blocked by an invisible force that could not be seen at all.

A distant voice came from afar, saying, "Mr. Haas, this is a promise between you and me, don't be angry with others." ”

Hearing that voice, not only Haas, but even the wealthy businessmen such as Lord Figo, who actually believed in God at all and just regarded God as an object to be used, trembled all over.

Could it be that there really is a God in this world?

Wommel's death was witnessed by all.

But his voice, no, now he himself, was slowly stepping in from a distance.

The vicissitudes of life, but full of majesty, the powerful steps, the body full of divine breath, all show that this apostle of God, he is alive, and alive well.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!!!" Haas seemed to have lost the last shred of his senses, he was afraid of death, he was afraid that he would lose like the legendary merchant.

So he charged wildly towards Wommel.

He wants to kill fate.

Wommel looked calmly at Haas, who was charging towards him, and stretched out a finger and whispered, with infinite pity, as if looking at a lost lamb, "Belong, my child." ”

Thus, Haas, who was charging, including the horse under his crotch, as if inspired by God, slowly stopped before charging to Wommel.

Eventually, Haas's horse led him to Wommel, half-crouched down, and handed Haas to Wommel.

Haas looked at Wommel in despair, wanting to kill him, but found that he could not use any strength, and could only watch in horror as Wommel's palm rested on top of his head.

"Don't ...... Kill me. He could only utter these words with the last of his strength.

"Draw unto God, and God will forgive you all your sins. Wommel's voice was grand and solemn.

All the people, including Haas's soldiers, fell to their knees, bowing to the almost miraculous fact.

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I was so tired yesterday... I didn't write it. I'm sorry