Dosako didn't know why, but his eyes were attracted by the man.

His eyes were attracted by the monk's robe that rushed up to the city.

The sound of chopping and slaughtering sounds came one after another, and the knight in front of him held high a sword, about to fall, taking his life. Dosako suddenly felt that everything had slowed down. He seemed to be looking at the battlefield on the city from a strange perspective.

The smell of blood came to the nose, and soldiers followed the soldiers or knights to rush, different trumpets rang out, and heavy flags rose and fell.

Dosako looked at the monk's robe, and Luke suddenly turned around, as if he had noticed him.

It's too late, it's too late.

Dosako thought sadly.

In the sadness, he felt quiet.

The entire battlefield slowed down in his eyes, and time seemed to be stuck in front of him, presenting it to him who was about to die.

He saw Prince Loren joining the battlefield and fighting with Master Masafi. The third prince's cheek was thrown across, and blood was shed. While commanding, Duke Andoff organized people to transport the wounded down the city. He ordered his most outstanding knights to aid the Leiden people.

Above the city, there were arrows and stone thrown, and the bodies were lying everywhere, mostly fresh, and not long after they died. Sudden shouting as the snare drum sounded, instigating both sides to fight bravely, chop off the enemy's heads, and seize the other's lives. The blood fell to the ground, and the heat was steaming.

It was morning, and at this critical moment, Dosako looked at the sky, cloudless, and the blue color was lingering in the sun. How peaceful and peaceful it was, and it was not changed at all by the war under his feet.

That is the heaven where the Lord is located in mythology and legend.

Dosako felt the silence, as if everyone in the entire battlefield had disappeared, leaving only himself.

He knew he was about to die, and he felt that the memory was so illusory, as if his life was all fake, and what happened last night was all fake. He was not drunk or went to church, but fell asleep peacefully, climbed the city early the next morning to usher in a day-to-day war.

The people of Leden regarded the battlefield as a place of glory. Dosako felt that the god of war Kars was calling himself because he was a brave man who fought bravely and would go to the kingdom of the god of war and become the guard of the god.

The war continued, Dosako heard the noise, and something was slashing at him.

Wow!

The flesh and blood splattered.

Knight Naphthusan stabbed the sword, penetrated the leather armor, and landed on Dosako's lower abdomen.

Dosako was in pain, he twisted his eyes, and his consciousness was suddenly called back from his dying hallucination.

Blood gushed out of his throat, and he wanted to wail, but was blocked by the blood. He watched the knight pull out his sword, and as if he was venting his anger, he stabbed his lower abdomen on the other side of his side.

Dosako saw endless anger in the eyes of the knight.

Why... did he have brothers who died at our hands?

Dosako's mind suddenly jumped out of this thought, and his eyes became a lake, with blood everywhere, shouts of killing, wailing, tearing... sounds that had never been noticed before immediately poured into the mind of the Leiden people.

War is not a way to the kingdom of the God of War...

A place of glory.

But the hell of killing each other!

Under the fear of death, Dosako became cowardly. He wanted to wave his hand, he wanted to get up, he wanted to beg the knight to spare his life.

The Garda warrior, tears flowed out of his eyes, his life passed through his hands, and the pain on the wound was without any trace of interruption. He was weaker and weaker than another breath.

Dosako's eyes looked at the battlefield. The monk's robe and the blessed Luke rushed here in a hurry and hurry.

There was no doubt that the man saw himself.

He was rushing over and running towards himself. He passed through Feimo and threw stones and avoided sharp swords and weapons. The stone bricks on the city wall collapsed in the war, and smoke and blood filled the entire city. He stepped over and was still rushing here.

That man seemed to have a mission, and that man seemed to have faith!

He wants to save me...?

But I have hurt him, but I have hurt him!

Dosako shed tears,

That man still came to save himself...

How small 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 Retun people. He had unknowingly approached the Lord who was in Mass.

Knight Naphthusan still pierced him with his sword blade, torturing the Rayton man, but...

Dosacco doesn't notice the pain.

Dosako looked into the sky and returned to tranquility and silence.

It doesn't matter...

Everything... means nothing.

I recognise myself.

Before death,

Dosako repents.

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

Luke broke away from behind, and the latter fell into a cluster.

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 slaughtering clergy is going to hell.

Luke bent down and looked at Dosako, the Knight of Dosako, hesitated for a moment, but gritted his teeth and turned and left.

The blessed one stroked Dosako's face, and the blood of the Retun people was already swallowing, and there was no chance of resurrection.

Luke burst into tears, and he burst into tears, crying for this remorseful soul.

He took off the kettle at his waist, poured out the holy water inside, and washed his slowly pale face.

"I saw your death,"

Luke murmured against the dead Dosako:

"I have been praying for the reversal of fate, and you will not be so unfortunate."

As the war broke out, Luke held Dosacco's head and cleaned the blood on Dosacco's face. The young priest was baptizing Dosacco.

Dosako's face was a little cleaner, and his body was still bleeding. Luke struggled to drag his body up and dragged the Retunite to a safe place.

The blessed one wants to perform a mass for him because he repents. Luke saw Dosako's fate.

After spending a lot of effort, Luke dragged Dosako's body down the city. He found a shed. The soldiers on the city fought, but the city was peaceful.

Before last night, the blessed man had never known this Leton man.

Luke took out the consecrated oil and applied it to Dosacco's forehead and hands. Then Luke gave a roundabout way and pointed it on Dosacco's gradually dry and hard forehead, treating him like others.

"Lord above, please look at this soul, please listen..."

Luke closed his eyes, closed his hands, and recited the scriptures softly.

The prayer of the blessed person is stable and melodious, as if it is two worlds with the war just now.

He blessed the repentant soul with his greatest piety for the dead Dosacco.

"He remors,"

"The soul will go to the kingdom of heaven and be with you."

Then, blessed Luke paused, and he opened his golden eyes and stared at Dosako.

Those eyes that can see fate,

It seems to be through the body,

Staring at the soul of the Rayton people.

Luke gave another round-trip and gently tapped Dosako's forehead.

At the end of the Mass, Luke the Blessed,

With such a warm verse,

Wish Dosako to be saved from it.

He said:

"I understand my Lord,"
Chapter completed!