Chapter 447 [Buried Faith]

Blue and blue, her face was like a withered tree, and she felt that she had become numb.

Under this scorching sun, he walked slowly, like a walking corpse.

It was as if everyone in the team was just like her.

But a team of a few people, everyone had no expression on their faces. Even under the scorching sun, he was sweaty, but no one complained of being tired.

This way...... I don't know when I'm going to go.

Under the scorching sun, the air seemed to be burning, and the mountains in the distance and the clouds on the horizon seemed to have turned into an illusory scene.

Whatever!

Whatever!

Let's just go ahead!

Let's go aimlessly!

Even if...... All the way to the abyss of hell!

That...... And how!

Anyway...... After all, it's a dead end!

Anyway...... After all, there is no hope in sight!

There were only six people left in the ranks.

Six people, including Lan Lan.

At the beginning, the adventure team composed of two sea ships was the elite of the Temple of Light, a fleet, and a team of hundreds of crew members.

Now, after all the ordeal, there are only six people left.

From Roland to this abandoned continent, it can almost be said that it is one step!

......

In fact, as the team attrition became more and more severe, the situation was slowly improving.

Because, after the number of people in the team decreased, the number of people who needed to be taken care of in the cold night was also decreasing, and the care of this strong man of the elf clan was naturally relatively more attention allocated to everyone.

It's an ironic fact that the more your peers die, the more you have a chance of survival.

Lan Lan seemed to have turned into a living dead.

In fact, she had forgotten how many days she hadn't spoken to her companions.

The saint in this church, her heart seems to be dead.

Since that evening.

That sun-soaked evening...... She saw the leader of this team with her own eyes, the head of the Holy Knights of the Church. The giant in the Temple of Light, one of the most trusted people of Pope Heynckes, his closest associate, and his closest comrade-in-arms...... Lord Tacitus, closed his eyes.

Tacitus died peacefully.

He was not angry, nor was he screaming.

This iron-clad tough guy, after being poisoned, suffered a lot, but he took the initiative to give up the last hope of survival and continued to move forward with the team for six days......

Six days. Lan Lan couldn't imagine how much Tacitus had been tortured physically and mentally.

He didn't let anyone help him, and insisted on walking on his own.

Even in the last two days, he was so hot that his face was covered with blood, but he still insisted on resting first, assigning manpower to guard, distributing food, and counting the number of people......

From beginning to end, this holy knight of the Church has been fulfilling his duties in a discreet manner!

Lan Lan could see Tacitus vomiting blood almost every day.

He walked alone at the end of the line. but forcefully refused to be supported.

He even told Sù Lan Lan very early:

"If I'm left behind, leave me alone and keep going!"

......

Just as Tacitus was on the last day of his life, the tough guy of the church. But it was as if he had returned to the light, and his spirits were vigorous.

In the evening, when he was resting on the camp, he even bracked up his body and walked around the camp himself.

He even pulled Lan Lan. I found the cold night, and carefully calculated the schedule of the journey.

Finally, he returned to his sleeping position and lay down.

in his arms. Always hold his sword!

The sword that symbolizes glory, the knight's sword.

Lan Lan was being called over while she was preparing dinner, and she was told that Lord Tacitus was no more.

Before he died, the knight did not have the pathos, anger, and roar that he expected......

He seemed calm.

Little by little, he vomited blood in his mouth, and finally he didn't even have the strength to cough, allowing the blood to flow down the corners of his mouth.

Lan Lan had been crying, sitting beside Tacitus, holding a dirty cloth, and kept wiping the blood from the corner of Tacitus's mouth, but no matter how she wiped it, she couldn't finish wiping it......

Tacitus' eyes were calm.

It's heartbreakingly calm!

Before he died, he just stared at Lan Lan with that calm gaze.

The knight was speechless.

Lan Lan squeezed his hand hard, but felt Tacitus's fingers go limp - this brave warrior didn't even have the strength to hold Lan Lan's fingers.

Feeling Tacitus's eyes, Lan Lan leaned her ear over and put it to Tacitus's mouth, quietly listening to the last words of the Knights.

"Go back, go back, go home...... Go to ......"

Just this sentence, this is the end of the breath.

......

The most devout believer, the most loyal warrior to the Temple of Light, before he died, his last words were so simple, extraordinarily simple......

He didn't say "goddess bless" again, didn't mention "faith" again, and didn't even say those hot vows again.

Just one sentence, a simple one:

Go home!

......

That night, when Tacitus closed her eyes, Blue Blue began to cry.

She cried so much that she almost vomited blood, and wept all night, and sat beside Tacitus's corpse, holding the knight master in her arms, and weeping with all her strength!

Her tears were dry, but she was still wailing, wailing and wailing!

That voice, even the cold night that has been silent, I was moved!

Lan Lan hugged Tacitus's corpse all night!

Even when someone came over and told her that she was going to bury Tacitus's body, she resisted as if she had gone crazy!

At that moment, Lan Lan seemed to be really insane, and she used her nails and teeth to treat everyone who tried to get close to her and take Tacitus from her arms!

Finally, at dawn, the cold night walked over and gently patted Lan Lan. With a wave of his hand, he signaled that the people of the church could bury Tacitus.

The funeral is naturally very simple.

A sorcerer in the surviving church chanted a doctrinal verse of the church, and then several surviving holy knights dug a pit in the ground and buried the brave and loyal knight of the church in this strange land.

After Tacitus was buried, all the people in this team seemed to have lost their souls at once.

Everyone's eyes became hollow.

Lost this leader, this backbone. All of them, their eyes are full of ...... Despair!

And only Blue Blue ......

When she woke up, she calmly climbed off the ground.

She sat dumbfounded.

Sit in the light of the sun that has just risen.

No one approached her, and she didn't speak to anyone.

The woman suddenly opened her kept diary.

She pulled out her pen and glanced at the ink bottle, which had been completely drained.

She sneered, broke the pen in two, and threw it on the ground.

Lan Lan stretched out his right index finger and bit it hard!

Bloody. With her blood-stained index finger, she wrote these lines on a new page of the diary:

"Goddess, your people. Your believers, for your glory, have almost shed their last drop of blood! We have tasted the bitterest taste of this world, and read the most tragic chapters of this world. We have walked through the most sinister land of this world, and we have borne the most painful fruits of this world!

But where are you, why didn't you give to your people? Why don't you give your believers a glimmer of hope?

Goddess, if you don't have zài, then I don't believe in you anymore!

Goddess, even if you really save zài...... Then, I will no longer believe in you in such a god!"

wrote the last sentence, Lan Lan's eyes were sad, and then slowly threw the diary that he treasured along the way, thrown aside, thrown into the dust, and never looked at it again!

Standing on the sidelines and watching coldly, he finally approached Lan Lan's side.

She whispered, "Your leader...... It has been buried. ”

Lan Lan nodded, she was almost numb with indifference.

"Lord Tacitus, has you been buried?"

The corners of this woman's mouth actually showed a sad smile, and she slowly raised her head and looked into the distance.

The morning sun is slowly rising.

"Buried...... Also, my ......" Lan Lan trembled lightly and whispered to herself:

"My faith!"

......

............

Leaping!

Fall!

The vigorous figure flashed in mid-air, and an invisible wind blade was seen, cutting a small shadow flying through the air into two!

When the cold night fell to the ground, she looked down and saw that on the ground, a bat-like monster with sharp fangs was already in two places.

Cold Night's eyes were indifferent, and he glanced down at the sword in his hand - this sword was given to him by humans, and the weapons brought by these humans were amazingly good. Whether it is a sharp Cheng dù or a strong Cheng dù, it far exceeds the elves' own equipment.

She sighed softly, wiped the black blood from the blade, and slowly inserted it back into its scabbard.

I looked back.

The few remaining humans, numb and hollow-eyed, walked there like zombies—lifeless.

Hanye sighed softly.

She knew that even if all of them could return to their tribe alive, they would be gone. Their hearts have been utterly shattered - those who have no hope may live as dead!

Maybe...... The only exception was the human woman.

The elf's eyes fell on Lan Lan's body.

Blue and blue cloaked out, slowly walking at the end of the line.

Her clothes were shabby, and even her boots were worn out.

She just stared straight ahead, moving slowly and mechanically.

Her eyes seemed as empty as everyone else's.

But only on a cold night can you see that this woman is a little different from other human beings after all.

If other people's eyes are empty and desperate, then this woman's eyes are......

Indifferent!

Cold to the extreme!

......

It's been a few days since I looked at him......

Ever since the death of the male leader of this human team, this woman's eyes have changed to this as if overnight.

That night, the woman's sorrow, her wail, the cold night were all seen in her eyes and heard in her ears.

When others tried to bury the male leader, the woman seemed to go crazy to prevent others from taking the body from her arms......

Others may think she's crazy.

But it's ...... Among all of them, there is only one person in the cold night, who understands the true feeling in Lan Lan's heart at that moment!

Cold night understands that Lan Lan is not crazy!

On the contrary, she is much more sober and sober than ever!

It is precisely because of his sobriety, because of Tacitus's death, that the last trace of illusion and hope for "faith" in Lan Lan's heart was shattered!

Lan Lan is completely sober!

And after sobering up, what I am faced with is a cruel and unacceptable truth!!

When Lan Lan was holding the corpse of Tacitus in her arms, when Lan Lan was crazy and refused to be taken away from her arms......

She's not crazy! she's sober!

Because at that time, it was not just Tacitus......'s corpse in Lan Lan's arms!

Her faith!

Her years of faith!

Tacitus's death represents the death of Lanlan's faith!

Tacitus's body was taken away, which means that Lanlan's faith has finally left her!

Tacitus's body was buried, which represents ......

No one understands this qiē, none of the humans in the ranks!

Ironically, it is the elf of the cold night, but he deeply understands the blue heart!

She looked at Lan Lan, at the despair of this woman, at this woman's grief, at the last indifference of this woman...... The indifference that goes deep into the bones...... Indifference to the faith......

She looked at Lan Lan's special eyes......

The cold night is like seeing yourself.

The ...... one hundred and forty years ago

Myself!

I remember that at that time, I was just like this human woman...... So desperate, so sad, so ...... Indifferent!

The elf's face was hidden under the mask, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Have you seen through, are you awake...... I'm not going to let you die here...... I would love to see what it would be like for a person who had completely buried his faith to continue to live. ”

......

............

It was as if we had gone through hardships and finally reached the end of this path.

In the afternoon, on a cold night at the head of the procession, he suddenly jumped up a dirt slope, and then raised his hand and waved it a few times.

She let out a few quick shouts.

The voice finally gave the numb people in the line some reaction.

The pace of the team stopped.

Cold Night quickly walked to the team and came to the front of Lan Lan.

She looked at the blue eyes, and then, slowly, said:

"We ...... It's here. ”.

[There will be an update later!]

It's going to explode today!!]

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(To be continued......)