OBS Chapter 2456 Despair, Hope and Light
Chapter 2456 Despair, Hope and Light
Chapter 2456 Despair, Hope and Light
"Grandpa Augustus, Grandpa Augustus!"
An unknown amount of time had passed, but amid the dull air and the severe pain all over his body, a soft call awakened Priest Augustus from the darkness.
When the old priest opened his eyes again, he felt a piercing pain in the back of his head and his entire left arm had lost sensation.
It was completely dark in his vision, and the air was so turbid that his lungs were twitching, but fortunately the breathing of the three children under his protection was relatively stable. Two of the short boys fainted due to injuries or shock, and only the pigtailed girl Marian holding the princess doll was still awake. It was she who woke up the old priest just now.
"There was an earthquake, this building"
After waking up, Priest Augustus made a judgment immediately, and then tried to move his hands and feet in the ruins, but found that the four people were fixed in the gaps of the building wreckage. With only his current second ring strength, it was not enough to climb out of the deepest part of the ruins of the collapsed three-story building.
"Grandpa Augustus, are we going to die? Just like mom and dad."
The protected Marianne asked, her voice already somewhat weak. The seriously injured old priest tried to make his tone more lively:
"No, of course we won't die. Someone will come to rescue us soon."
Then little Marian stopped talking, and the priest realized that she had finally collapsed and fainted.
Blood was flowing down the old priest's cheeks. It was his own blood. He guessed that in addition to the back of his head, there must be other wounds on the top of his head.
But the pain all over his body made it impossible for him to perceive his body carefully. After using most of his own strength to restrain the shoulder blade infected by the special light, he had no ability to recover immediately, nor did he have the ability to escape from here with the children immediately.
Although he had just comforted the little girl that someone would come to rescue them, Rat Augustus knew very well that with the current condition of Yuewan and the intensity of the sudden earthquake just now, by the time people came to dig them out, he would be afraid that the three children except himself would not survive.
The smoke-filled air suffocated him, and the dark environment made him feel even more depressed. He tried to mobilize the spirit in his body, stretched up his right hand, the only part that could move freely, and used his hardened fingers to forcibly scratch a claw mark on the stone above his head.
In fact, he could release the suppression of the bone at any time, but this would also cause the leakage of the aura of death, directly turning the three children he protected into undead.
The old priest, who had no hope for the future and did not think that luck would befall him, dug a crack in the stone above his head with his fingers again in great pain. He looked at the world and everything pessimistically. He was never afraid of his own death, but he absolutely could not let the children die here with him.
"Up! Up!"
The stone chips fell off and hit his eyebrows and cheeks. Even though his fingers were treated with "hardening", blood had already flowed down his arms and soaked his sleeves.
The thin air and the despair in his heart almost made the elderly man dig upwards mechanically, and the memories of this life were also going on in reverse order at this moment.
Together with the doctor and the detective, they experienced more exciting adventures than the last. The angel's bones were recovered and integrated at an unimaginable speed:
"If they knew I was trapped here."
When I first met Xia De at a psychological clinic last summer, I had not yet realized what great things this shy but inexplicably mature young man could accomplish:
"I still owe him a favor."
In the accident two years ago, the unknowable relic that reversed time had put him into a cycle again and again, but this almost invincible relic was still solved and contained by him and the mysterious fortune teller in the same group:
"If time could go back at this moment"
Four years ago, he unexpectedly heard a strange voice in his ear. He had been pursuing a talent that he had never gotten in his life, but it was awakened when he was old. He could not forget the surprise and loss he felt at that moment:
"If you could come earlier."
He has kept the secret for almost his entire life since his youth, the incomplete angel that he has seen in his dreams almost every night for the past thirty years. This is his responsibility and his mission, but he has not had the opportunity to discover the secret by his own strength.
"Why did you choose me?"
On that night thirty years ago, the angel who stood quietly under the night sky and brought death to anyone who looked at it seemed to appear before his eyes again. Many people died, but he was the only one who was alive. He didn't know why.
"It was just a coincidence, or maybe it was because I was shot by the robber at the time, and I was already close to death."
Studying in his youth, having adventures in his youth, and waiting for thirty years to awaken, until he met Dr. Schneider, writer Louisa, fortune teller Luvia, and detective Shad.
A long life flashes before one's eyes in the mechanical process of digging upwards.
The usually amiable old priest had complex and contradictory emotions hidden in his heart, and he never told anyone about his regrets and disappointments in his life.
At this moment, the death that appeared in his dreams every night seemed to have come to him. The pain gradually became numb, and he felt as if he had returned to last autumn, to the peaceful waters of death.
However, this time, the young man who brought light to everyone in the darkness of death was no longer there. This time, he was really left alone.
There was a sound like a bone breaking, but he still did not stop digging upwards. After an unknown amount of time, his hardened right hand had dug a hole in the main beam of the house that was barely big enough for him to move.
So Father Augustus first checked the conditions of the three children, and then endured the severe pain and pulled his unconscious left hand out from under the boulder.
He changed his posture to kneeling on one knee to allow the children more space, then raised his head and looked upward in this posture, and started digging again with his right hand.
"But why?"
Rat Augustus asked himself:
“Why is my life so unlucky?”
The voice in my heart overlapped with the voice of "another me", and that cold voice was clearly the angel of death.
In his youth, he had a passion to help others, but was shot in an alley;
He survived because of a chance encounter, but not only did he have to face the suspicion of the church, he also had to endure the aura that had been engraved in his soul after he looked into the afterimage of the angel's eyes;
In middle age, I longed for transcendence and wanted to collect the bones of angels to find the answer, but I waited in vain for the opportunity;
When he was old and had lost all hope, he got a response at this moment, when he had already accepted his fate.
No one had ever seen Rat Augustus cry, but at this moment tears mixed with blood were already flowing down his cheeks. The void in his heart that had expanded because of death became even larger at this moment:
"There will be no salvation."
As this thought came to his mind, his hand, which was digging diagonally upwards, slowed down unconsciously.
"My whole life, fate has always fooled me. What am I expecting?"
The rubble fell down with a crackling sound, and the ground shook slightly again. The aftermath of the earthquake had not yet passed.
"In this world, things are always heading for the worst. Isn't that how I've always thought?"
The hand had completely stopped, and the crying old man knelt in the turbid darkness without saying a word, and the gray breath on his shoulder blades was barely noticeable. There was nothing around him, but the sound of flapping wings appeared behind him.
The grey color representing decay and death appeared in his cloudy eyes. On his brown coat stained with blood and mud, some unspeakable patterns were slowly taking shape. It was clearly the pattern on the double-opening [Door of Death] that Shad had seen in the basement of Middlesbrough.
At this moment, a gentle call came from the darkness:
"Grandpa Augustus"
The dazed priest Augustus suddenly lowered his head and saw in the darkness the little girl Marianne holding the princess doll, clutching his clothes tightly in a coma:
“I think I saw my parents.”
At that moment, my cold heart seemed to be pierced by the sharpest arrow, and a ray of fire appeared in the hollow inside that was corroded by death;
"But I can't let you die here!"
His right hand struck the wreckage of the building diagonally above him, and the bricks and stones were shattered by the punch:
"No matter what my future holds, they still have a future!"
From kneeling on one knee to trying to stand up, he wanted to use his old spine to hold up the sky for them:
"We will be saved, we will definitely be saved!"
A hoarse and old voice rang out in this small space. The old priest, with fire burning in his heart, punched upwards continuously, and gravel fell one after another, but this was far from enough, far from enough.
He took a deep breath and tried to stand up, but the shaking ground and the severe pain all over his body almost made him lose consciousness again.
"Even if I die here, I can't let them die here."
The old man, who had forgotten how long it had been since he had longed for luck and the mercy of fate, prayed and longed in the despair that surged up again. Tears, sweat and blood had soaked most of his shirt, and the loss of strength and physical strength finally made him fall to the ground after he broke off a small piece of gravel with his fingers for the last time.
His fingers trembled slightly, and his cloudy eyes looked upward in despair. The consumption of oxygen made his breathing gradually become heavy, and the cramped environment made his consciousness even more blurred as he approached a mental breakdown.
The three children lay there quietly, death was approaching them.
Rat Augustus prayed to God, to fate, and even to himself, but nothing happened. He lay there motionless, his life story was almost over, and in the end, he still ended up in the worst possible way, just as he thought.
Using the last bit of his strength, Priest Augustus propped up his unconscious left arm and looked up at the large hole that had been dug out. His right hand, which was covered in blood and mud, trembled as he reached upwards:
"If you could give me a ray of light, even just a ray."
Then, the muddy hand passed through the heavy stone from above and grabbed the right hand of priest Augustus. While the old man thought it was an illusion, the moonlight shining on that hand slowly restored his spirit and physical strength.
The hand above was withdrawn, and from the large hole pierced by the arm, a thick beam of sunlight slanted into the narrow space under the ruins. Dust flew up and down around the beam of sunlight, and the sunlight illuminated the tearful face of Father Augustus.
(End of this chapter)