Chapter 1441

After all, Serena couldn't stop Smith Zhou from doing something to her. This difference in power is a key factor in determining all this.

No one knows what she will face, just like no one knows that Serena has fallen into the hands of Smith Zhou. Both Zhou Yi and the light messengers under him thought that Serena was still performing her own mission and was still looking for the fellow Rama Mujam in the vast crowd. They are still waiting for Serena’s good news, but what they did not expect is that they did not wait for Serena, but waited for Rama Mujam to deliver the goods.

After countless hardships, Rama Mujam, who has already become like a ghost on the earth, finally crossed most of the land of India and came to the shelter. And he can do this step entirely because oneself's will to revenge is supporting his body.

You need to know what his body has become. There is almost no good skin, every time he makes a movement, he will have a pain all over his body being scraped by a knife. He can't breathe normally, eat normally, because these organs in his body are more or less damaged. Such a person is only suitable for lying in a hospital bed struggling on whilst at death's door, not so long and desperate for revenge.

But Rama Mujam did just that. His desire for revenge is so powerful that he has completely embarked on this death trek regardless of oneself's life.

No one knows why he did this, and no one knows how he did this step. Today India has become a wasteland, and this land is full of dangers that can kill people. Radiation, those wild beasts, also more terrifying Rogue than wild beasts. these all are the existence that can take his life with no difficulty. Even if he was good luck enough to safely avoid all this, these thousands of kilometers would be enough to destroy his body and take away his fragile life.

This can already be said to be a miracle of life. When Rama Mujam just appeared in front of the sanctuary, he equivalently used own life to verify that a person’s will How terrifying can be done. That is a force that transcends the limit, something that the so-called science and all conventional can't explain. There is no reason for such a person to be unable to do what oneself wants to do, even if he is now at the limit.

Yes, even across a thousand miles, even Rama Mujam’s will has reached its limit. If he hadn't been able to see where the shelter was before, he could still hold on to that breath, holding on to his physical pain. So now, when he stood in front of the sanctuary and looked up at the place of God's sanctuary, the will in his heart that supported all his actions could not stop weakening.

The goal is right in front of him. He knows very well that as long as oneself walks in and shouts the name of own, then it is possible for him to realize oneself's desire for revenge in his heart. This sober cognition made him feel an illusion that he has fulfilled his long-cherished wish in oneself. And it was this illusion that all the pain he had endured before also crazily rushed out from every corner of his body at this time.

This is the Danger Land counterattack of his body against the will, the last attack of reality against the soul. Many people fell on this step, just as many of the Antarctic explorers in the past died before the pole. Rama Mujam is no exception at this time.

After walking thousands of miles and haven't had a good rest, he really can't help but want to take a good rest at this time. His brain and his muscles told him so, and in order to break his will, these warnings from his body directly caused him to collapse to the ground.

He was buried in the dirty soil. The stimulus from the soil and gravel made him feel like oneself had fallen into a pan, suffering to the extreme. But soon this torment has subsided, replaced by fatigue and sleepiness that sprout from deep in the brain.

It's as if the pain is not important at this time, as long as he sleeps well, everything can pass safely. It sounds very good, but such an ending is unacceptable by Rama Mujam anyway.

He knows very well what it means for oneself to fall asleep at this time. He knows very well what distance oneself is from the long-cherished wish in his heart. He can't give up at this time. He has suffered that many pains before and has not given up. How can he compromise with reality now?

The will burst out again at this time, and the soul that had been weakened like a candle in the wind at this time suddenly rose up like a bucket of gasoline. Although this cannot change Ramah Mujam's body, it made him stand up like a okay person at this time. But it was enough for him to overcome the desire to fall asleep, so that he once again charged towards the own goal.

This charge is only spiritual, not physical. The body that can only crawl in the mud like a maggot can't use the word charge, but all his actions and his crazy spirit can be called so.

He buckled his fingers in the mud and dragged oneself's nearly collapsed body little by little. The hard earth and rocks pierced his skin, eroded his flesh and blood, and exposed his bones, but it did not make him groan at all. Because at this time, pain is no longer important. Even if his body is convulsing because of this pain, his will is enough to overwhelm all of this, allowing him to always maintain and move forward firmly.

He just crawled forward firmly, heading towards his own goal. The blood poured out from him, and a long trace was soaked behind him. The people around him saw this trace, and they couldn't help but scream and tremble.

Weird people like Ramah Mujam appeared beside them, and they noticed it early in the morning. When he collapsed to the ground, many people reacted indifferently to him. This is not to say that they lack any sympathy, but in this wasteland, things like sympathy and morality no longer exist. They can't even control oneself. They have time to manage a dying person, at most, at most, that is, they just sigh at him in their hearts.

However, Rama Mujam’s next reaction was beyond their expectations. They couldn't imagine that such a person who was about to die, the power that burst out from there, made him do such a near-terrifying thing.

Doesn’t that hurt? It hurts to think about it. The white bones on the fingers can make the teeth sore. It is hard to imagine how intense the pain on that broken body will be. Ordinary persons dare not make any assumptions in this regard, they can only watch such a guy staggering in awe. Neither dared to stop, nor dared to lend a helping hand.

A person who can be so cruel to oneself is definitely not an offending person. Either there are huge ambitions, or terrifying hatred. Which of the two will not be contaminated is a good thing, so as long as a smart person will not choose to be contaminated with such a guy.

Are there any smart people here? Maybe not before, but those who survived such disasters would not be qualified to survive if they didn't learn to be smarter. Everyone has become smarter, so naturally, at this time, everyone quietly evaded, giving way to such a dangerous and troublesome existence. A passage to the gate of the shelter.

They did it for oneself, but in any case, they did it for Ramamujam in the end. In the usual time, maybe he would say thank you to these people. But now, who is carrying a deep hatred of blood, he really doesn't feel that way. So he just stayed silent, struggling with own body, and continued the journey of own little by little.

This is a long journey, especially for his body. His excessive demands on his body make the repercussions that burst out at this time deadly enough, and blood has been flowing in the rest of him, from bright red colors to dirty blood scabs. It's hard to tell how much blood he shed after crawling along the way. And until he finally approached the end, his body was a little hollowed out. Because there was no more blood flowing under him at that time.

The dazzling red almost dried up in the end, which is not a good thing. A person who has run out of blood also has a chance to survive? Everyone knows. Is such a madman still going to die here in the end? Some people were already sighing in their hearts, but just as they sighed, the silhouette of a light messenger had already descended in front of them.

This seems to be a hope, everyone knows. The messengers of light are the messengers of gods, and they can do such a miraculous thing as bringing the dead back to life. But whether they will do this, these people are not sure. They are also unwilling to encourage these God messengers for someone who doesn't know anyone. They don't want to lose their own opportunity because of such a person.

Everyone was silent, and in this silence, Rama Mujam was already struggling to climb in front of the light messenger and hugged him tightly with oneself's filthy hands Ankle, and then spit out such a sound from his own throat.

"Take me in, take me to your master. I have something to tell him, I have a very important thing to tell him. Let me in, let me in!"

"You can't go in!"

Although he didn't kick him away with a kick, the words from the Lightbringer's mouth were more cruel than this kind of action.

"You filthy soul is not qualified to walk in there. The sins on you are also impossible to be saved. Give up, just die here. Maybe this is the best for you Home!"