The Dragon That Devours the World

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A field full of sand and gravel.

He wore a corolla randomly woven from thorns on his head, and his bare feet stepped on gravel enough to cut his skin, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. Because I prayed all night last night, Joshua, who had not rested for a day and night, was exhausted, but he was still embarrassed by the Roman soldiers, like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

The crown of thorns on his head was covered with unremoved spikes, making his head dripping with blood, and his bare feet stepped on the sand in the cold wind, causing his feet to gradually lose consciousness.

It is now in early spring, the cold of winter has not yet completely dissipated, and the cold wind is trembling, let alone Joshua in a ragged single coat at this moment.

Just as the Roman soldier who forcibly put a crown of thorns on him said jokingly.

"Jewish king, this is your crown."

These Roman soldiers didn't believe in Judaism, let alone any Messiah or savior. They just ridiculed the man in front of him who claimed to be the King of Jews.

But he did not refute, but said seriously to the Roman soldier.

"Yes, next, I will ascend to my throne..."

However, his words only drew more ridicule and sarcasm.

"Puff..."

Finally, Joshua, who was cold, hungry, tired and thirsty, couldn't hold on, his stiff feet lost his instinct, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, but there was a scolding sound in his ears.

"Don't pretend to be dead, now is the time to give you the death penalty!"

As he said, the two Roman soldiers beside him abruptly lifted him from left to right. With this strength, Joshua raised his head...

In the open space in front of me, there are several wooden crosses impressively. The dark brown blood on them proves that many people have died on them. At this moment, two people have been nailed to the cross, groaning from time to time. .

An inexplicable thought flashed through Joshua's heart.

"This is my throne."

Immediately, several Roman soldiers joined forces to tie Joshua to the cross in preparation for his torment.

However, the process of the cross during the Roman Empire was not just simply tying the prisoner to the cross, but first tying the prisoner’s hands on each side, and then tying the feet together. And this is just the first step, just to prevent the prisoner from breaking free due to severe pain.

When the prisoner is successfully tied up, the soldier will use a large iron nail to nail him into the mortal's wrist and let him be nailed into the cross. And because there is a wooden board at the bottom of the cross for the prisoner to stand on, after nailing his hands, another big iron nail will be used to directly nail the two soles of the prisoner's feet together and fix it on the wooden board. .

In this way, the three big iron nails successfully nailed the prisoner to death, making him unable to break free.

Although mortals are suffering, because the three wounds are not fatal, the tired and painful prisoners often wailed on the cross for a long time, even for a day and night, and eventually died of exhaustion and bleeding.

When the first big iron nail was nailed into his wrist, the simple and crude force that directly hurt the bones made Joshua scream in pain.

"what!!"

Because of the severe pain, he opened his mouth wide, hissing inhalation, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, the excessive pain caused him to instinctively try to break free, but the rope in his hand tied him tightly. Live, let him break free.

However, this is just the beginning...

"Boom!"

The Roman soldier violently wielded the hammer in his hand, trying to nail the big iron nail into Joshua's wrist. Of course, it was not that easy to succeed just once. Naturally, it would take several times to completely nail the nail to death.

However, this also caused the flesh and blood of Joshua's wrist to be forcibly torn apart once again. Every time the rough iron nail advances on Joshua's wrist, it will cause him to endure unbearable pain.

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Struggling in pain, this man who was regarded by the disciples as the faith in his heart, could not help crying because of the pain at this moment.

He is not a child of God, but a human being, but a doctor who was once named Hana, a Jew who tried to spread love and forgiveness among the believers. Since he is a human being, he has flesh and blood, crying and laughing. What's weird about crying because of pain?

His voice trembled abnormally, choked, and waves of pain came from his wrist like a flood, making him want to faint on the spot.

However, every time he suffered, he would desperately tell himself again and again in his heart.

"For the church..."

He was tired, and the hesitation between gods and people made him on the verge of collapse.

Compared with the pain of being unable to sleep day and night, the physical pain at this moment seems to be nothing.

He gritted his teeth and said desperately in his heart, because he was really afraid that if he let go now, he could not help begging for mercy from the Roman soldiers in front of him.

"Boom!"

The nail penetrated into his wrist again, tearing his flesh and blood again, the pain was so real, it was countless times colder than the firmness in his heart, but he still persisted.

"For the church..."

I tried my best to persuade myself over and over again in my heart and persevere.

He really cherishes the church he has created. So many believers are willing to listen to his teachings and his ideals, making him realize that he is not alone.

The world he dreams of, the peaceful and beautiful world, is really not just his own wish, but many people are looking forward to it.

But he is no longer able to go on, he is really tired, but if his death can give the church some help, he can be a pioneer and let the church grow more successfully...

Then his death is worthwhile.

"If my death can give the church some help..."

He gritted his teeth, thinking in his heart.

Finally, the iron nail was inserted into the cross and penetrated Joshua's arm. At this moment, Joshua's painful head was covered with cold sweat and his face turned pale.

"The nail in the left hand has been nailed, and now it is the nail in the right hand."

At this moment, Joshua’s ears rang the conversation of the Roman soldiers below, only to realize that it caused him to suffer like a world away. In fact, it was just the beginning, and there was still a hand and feet to be nailed. …

Can he really hold on?

Joshua didn't know, but he was willing to do his best for it.

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Ronukis has never seen this kind of scene before him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com during his multiple executions, he has seen many people, all kinds of people, but never. Past this kind of person.

He has seen a tough iron man who never said a word, even if his hands and feet were nailed through. He also saw a boneless coward, crying and asking for mercy before being tortured, but the man in front of him was completely different.

He doesn't look strong, but rather thin. He is not a tough guy with iron hits, and his hands and feet will be hurt by nails, and he will even cry a little weakly. But he was not a coward, because no matter how he was tortured, he always gritted his teeth and insisted. He never begged them for mercy once, or begged them to use less force.

In the body of that somewhat thin man, there seemed to be an invisible will.

Obviously it is already torn apart, it looks like it will collapse at any time, but it is always united under the action of a certain tenacious force. He is not indestructible, but it seems that no matter what kind of waves can't really crush him...

"Who is this?"

The young Roman soldier murmured dumbfounded.