Chapter 1112: Death plague (on)

The gloomy underground plaza was crowded with people who came to listen to the saint acolyte's speech.
Hadith-This is what people call him a new name, Carlin thought with great interest.
In this turbulent era, he is still regarded as a ruler and role model by everyone, which makes him feel very relieved and proud.
He understands, but after all...when the situation changes beyond the control, one will always try to keep something.
The news that he was going to give a speech spread rapidly among the members of Tyre. He looked nervously at the edge of the square, looking for any signs of danger.
Perhaps the news spread to people other than the believers, so there are armed guards guarding any route to this place, but he knows that if the large number of Oak soldiers appear, it is impossible for all the people here to leave alive.
They are taking great risks, but Carlin made it very clear that he must communicate with the believers, spread the eternal Father's Word, and reveal the enlightenment that she foresaw that was about to come.
Fortunately, Ok has already started a full-scale war with the pagans, and their center of gravity is not in the city, which greatly reduces the risk factor, and it is also the main reason why he decided to hold the rally again.
Thousands looked at him expectantly. He cleared his throat and turned to look at Gasimoddo.
Standing behind a pulpit, he stepped on a temporary elevated platform piled up by cargo boxes. A portable communicator was connected and was able to carry his words to the farthest corner of the square.
Although he knows that he has been tried and tested and can be heard by everyone without any mechanical assistance, the true meaning of the communicator is to spread his speech to those who cannot participate in this rally. The line is connected to the broadcast network of the secret channel.
Carlin's words will echo throughout the city of Tyre.
He smiled at the crowd and took a sip of water from the cup next to his hand.
In this crowd of people, expectant faces stared at him, eager to listen to his words of wisdom.
What will he tell them?
Carlin looked down at the notes he had written on the day he fled from the bottom of the city. He looked back at Gasimo Dodo. His ugly smile made him relax.
He looked back at his notes, and the words appeared vulgar and rigid.
So Carlin chose to pile up the paper and throw it at his feet, feeling the eloquent self in the past surging happily in the blood vessels.
"My friends, my loved ones."
He began his speech.
"We live in a special age, and what is happening will surely bring you shock, just like the shock I have suffered! You are here to listen to the words of the saint, but she invited me to talk to you and let me tell What you foresee, tell you how every faithful man and woman should respond."
His voice contained just the right sense of weight, and a mournful tone was intertwined, telling everyone that he was about to apologize for the terrible words that represented doom.
"The eternal garden will open elsewhere."
After he had finished speaking the words, he stopped and waited for the inevitably shouting of denial and anger to flood the room.
In the next few seconds, the shouting voices waved like waves, and Carlin let these voices swept in, clearly knowing the precise moment he should speak.
"I know I know,"
He raised his hands flat and pressed slightly.
"You think such a thing is absolutely impossible, and I thought about it a short time ago, but it is true... The saint showed me her vision, and I was cold when I witnessed all that. Heartfelt: The dead who ploughed over the land and left the ground in war, the ashes wrapped in corpses in the cruel wind, and the people who looked up to the sky expected only miracles, and what they dreamed of was only the pulse of life without pain."
The crowd gradually subsided, attracted by his words.
"I tasted the smell in the air, it was a heavy breath, my friends, the foul blood was lingering on the bodies of those people, those we gradually learned to call them the same kind of enemy, and this is for What? Perhaps only the bright eyes of outsiders can discern what we blindly ignored."
The crowd was quiet, but he could see that many people still thought he was crazy.
Most of them are people with faith, but there are very few exceptions.
"The destruction of the pagan kingdom is inevitable, but what happened here prevents the eternal garden from coming."
Although almost everyone can accept the fact that the Father of Eternity is a sacred existence, not everyone can believe that the compassionate deity will actually lower miracles to save them.
"Look what is happening now, my friends, the tense atmosphere during the siege of the city, the vertical and horizontal trenches soaked in muddy water and bitterness, the sky torn apart by gunfire, those who lead us are even worse! We How can you expect those who are willing to become stooges to react?"
Carlin could feel the crowd's emotions gradually changing, knowing that he grabbed their attention, and now he needed to provoke their emotions.
"Look at what was left after the rule of Ok! The countless monuments dedicated to the killing! Look at the once great and splendid palace. The bright hall displays war weapons! Ok asked us to praise their cruelty. The beauty of them, they are waiting for the moment to return to the battlefield! In our eyes, those weapons appear strange, but we have forgotten the fact that those barbaric tools have taken away a living life! The dead cannot talk to us because they cannot enter The Garden of the Eternal Father can’t beg for salvation, but can only let the memory of them fade away until they are completely forgotten... Whether it’s rows of tombs, towering skull piles or endless flames, we can’t remember The dead, because we dare not look back at what they did, we are afraid to find the same thing in ourselves."
Carlin felt a wonderful energy pour into his body during his speech, words spoke from his mouth like an unstoppable torrent, and every word seemed to spontaneously come out as if they came from other places , Comes from a place far beyond his ability, a humble ordinary person can never reach.
"In countless centuries, we have struggled in the blind quagmire of civilization, but there are too many things that we have not yet learned. The dead should be our teachers, because only they are true witnesses! Only they understand eternity. , But we have never looked at them directly, this endless failure, this generation of people is trapped in the morbid morass!"
Thunderous applause broke out from the crowd in front of Carlin and quickly spread to the entire square. He did not know whether the same scene was also played in other places in Tyre where he could hear his speech.
Tears permeated his eyes during his speech, his hands clasped the pulpit tightly, and his voice trembled in strong emotions.
"Let those deceased hold our hands and teach us the most precious truth! Death is never the end!"
Just as Carlin was passionate, in a secret room, Julia twisted a cloth in her hand and laid it on the forehead of her sister Esmeralda.
The unconscious girl groaned and trembling, her arms waving wildly, like a seizure.
At the moment she looked pale and thin like a corpse.
"Don't be afraid, sister is here."
Julia leaned over and whispered, although she wasn't sure if her sister in a deep coma could hear her, or what Esmeralda was going through, which made her feel powerless.
From the beginning, she was not interested in the so-called religion. At that time, for some reason that she did not understand very well, she stayed with her father and followed them frequently in Tyre.
There are enough hiding places in this city.
The news about their whereabouts spread quickly. No matter where they go, there will be workers with oil on their bodies or uniformed guards leading them to a safe place, providing them with food and drinking water, and taking the opportunity to glance at the saint. .
Now they are hiding in the house of a businessman, which is the most comfortable place to live this month.
But Esmeralda was unconscious again.
The doctor in charge of her fell asleep on a thin blanket next to her, and the old man has never been as exhausted as he is now.
His skinny arms were almost skinny, and his cheeks with age spots were lowered.
The old man was not only a doctor, but also a member of the Decaying Brotherhood. Julia even suspected that he was a wizard.
But he also couldn't help Esmeralda's coma.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a young man hurried to the old man lying on a blanket of blankets and clothing. The man was tall and strong, and the gray guard uniform was very neat, showing that he had at least one officer status.
But he stopped a short distance away from his Esmeralda, then knelt gently.
"Miss Julia."
He said respectfully, his eyes didn't even dare to raise.
"Do you or the Holy One have any need?"
"Water, clean water, and some paper."
The man's eyes lit up.
"The saint is writing something?"
Julia hopes she hasn't mentioned this. In fact, she needs her paper. She wants to write a letter to someone.
"She is sorting out her thoughts and preparing for a speech."
Julia can only deceive:
"If you can find some medical supplies ~ EbookFREE.me ~ we can also use it, she is a bit dehydrated."
"Eternal Father will bless her."
The man said worriedly.
"I believe he will, but we must assist him as much as possible."
Julia tried not to appear so condescending.
She was well aware that Esmeralda, who was deeply comatose, had an unbelievable impact on the believers.
Her existence seems to have focused the doubts and desires of so many people on one point, and transformed into a firm belief in steel for a distant god.
"We will do our best, we have people in shops and hospitals."
He reached out and lightly touched Esmeralda's blanket, whispered a prayer to the Father of Eternity, and then stood up contentedly.
After the man left, Julia whispered a perfunctory prayer.
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