One Piece: Holy Cult

Chapter 172 Dialogue with God (Part [-])
With the rescued woman, Duke walked heavily on the way back to the cell.

His heart was heavier than his steps.

In the face of DR. Puen, the toughness that he has worked hard for a long time is lost a little bit, and the fragility, hesitation and helplessness are like the ubiquitous air, which enters his trachea and his lung lobes with every breath he takes, like dust and Impurities generally plugged into each air bubble, leaving him feeling deprived of oxygen, feeling suffocated, feeling himself getting weaker and weaker.

He had a hallucination, feeling as if he was a ghost who had just escaped from hell, and wanted to find a place where the sun shines and makes him feel warm in the world of living people.

And the cell deep underground was the only place where he could feel a little bit of light and warmth.

The hundreds of companions who have temporarily escaped from the cruel fate are his last sunshine and consolation, although he knows clearly how short-lived and false this consolation will be.

Because this last consolation is based on DR. Puendo's promise that can be overthrown at any time, which is not trustworthy at all.

What can make people feel more desperate than the hope pinned on the enemy?

He hoped that the corridors and stairs under his feet could be longer, longer, and if possible, it would be best to extend endlessly so that he would never be able to return to the cell.

Because once he stepped into the cell, it represented the beginning of another cycle of suffering.He will walk out of the cell again, test the poison for the enemy, watch his compatriots suffer inhuman suffering under the torture of the poison, and he can only hope that the new poison will not exceed the capacity of the holy angel statue .

But how can the real path be lengthened?Duke thought bitterly in his heart, even he himself knew that this was just an unrealistic and impossible appeal of a defeated dog when it was most helpless.

"God! Please tell me why the suffering in the world is so long and deep? Why is fate so hostile to the Marlan people and so cruel and harsh to us? Even the light of angels can't save us from the vicious suffering?"

The shadow of despair gradually wrapped around his heart.

The mechanical footsteps rubbed against the ground, and the exhausted breathing weakened into rough panting. The sound of footsteps and panting collided between the steps on the corridor wall, and gradually became an increasingly high-pitched echo, rolling into a low-pitched thunder in the thick black clouds.

He was stunned by a cleverness, suddenly awakened by the sound of thunder resounding in his mind.Discover the unusual in your surroundings.

Looking up, he found that he had walked for a long time, but there was still a blood-stained corridor under his feet, and there were still stained walls on both sides, and the distance between him and the underground cell hadn't been narrowed at all.

Just as he had hoped, the road to the cell seemed endless.

Then his spirit was occupied by the rumbling thunder that shook his whole mind.

"Suffering? Destiny? It's all an excuse. All suffering is a shackle created by human beings themselves!"

Countless rolling thunderclaps interweave into grand and sacred syllables in his soul.

That is not a sound that humans can make, but like the harmony of all things in the world.The mountains and rivers collapsed, the waves roared, the vegetation grew, and the voices of all things merged into one, becoming part of this voice together.

This is the sovereign, divine voice.

"Shackles come from others, but also from your own self. Difficulty and pain are all your own choices!"

The soul trembles.

Duke was startled by the voice that sounded from the depths of his mind, filled with every strand of spiritual thought, his whole body trembled, and tears welled up like a fountain.

Listening in disbelief to the voice of the soul.He couldn't believe that his complaints and prayers were answered by the gods.

But the cruel reality he was in soon made him wake up, stabilize his emotions, and try his best to grasp the life-saving straw that he couldn't even distinguish between the real and the unreal.

He concentrated desperately, using the strongest thoughts to convey the message to the divine voice in his soul.

"Self-choice? No, that's not the case. We didn't choose suffering, we didn't choose death, and we didn't choose to be a subject that was more painful than death. Even in the most twisted nightmare, there will not be any Ma Irish people will make such a choice."

He yelled in defense of the voice.

"But you chose to shrink back before suffering, you chose to surrender before death, and you chose to give up hope when you became an experimental subject. All of these finally made you choose despair for yourself."

With the sound of that sacred voice again, blood-smeared portraits appeared on the walls, ground, and roof in front of Duke.

How the Marlan people were defeated in the battle with the Garter army; how the royal family panicked in the crisis of the enemy's approach; Let more and more Marlan people join the fleeing team, and finally they were all surrounded on the last island of Sama.

Then, under the gunpoint of the secret army, he became a prisoner of Sama City who was submissive and did not dare to resist. Seeing that his compatriots were captured by the enemy every day, and became terrible corpses burned in the square, but Still shrinking, not facing up to the fact that these dead bodies are his future, he lingered until he, like those compatriots, became black smoke floating over the town after experiencing the inhuman hell in the laboratory.

Everything is clearly visible in the portrait.

"But not everyone backed down, surrendered, and gave up hope. At least my companions and I have been praying, fighting, and using all our efforts to save everyone's life."

Facing the irrefutable facts in the blood portrait, Duke roared hissingly, making his final defense.

"Yes, you did not make the same choice as your compatriots. You chose cowardice and laziness, and you chose arrogance and arrogance."

There was a loud noise like thunder.

"You retain your courage and hope only because you have the Holy Angel. You depend on it, which is right. But you are cowardly and lazy and only want to rely on it. Without it, you are with yours. Compatriots are no different."

"Similarly, you have become arrogant and arrogant because you have holy angels. You see yourself as the savior of your fellow men, and see your fellow men as babes and lambs to be saved, instead of facing up to the fact that everyone can be like you. Fighters who fight side by side."

"Hope lives on, and you choose to pass it by."

"Miracle is always there, but you don't believe that you can create it yourself."

"Choice determines destiny, and happiness and suffering are all due to self."

The words were like thunder and fire, slashing and roasting Duke's spirit.

His face was pale and sweaty, his eyes blurred by tears of pain wandered among the bloody portraits, he just felt that these portraits suddenly came alive, turning into scenes he had seen and experienced since the siege of the city, like a revolving lantern in front of his eyes emerge.

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