Sun God Marvel Chapter 1359: The power of suffering and hatred

After all, Serena couldn't stop Smith Zhou from doing something to her. This gap in power is the key factor that determines all this.

No one knows what she will face, just like no one knows that Serena has fallen into Smith Zhou ’s hands. Regardless of Zhou Yi or his envoys, he thought that Serena was still performing her task and was still looking for the guy Rama Mujam in the vast crowd. They were still waiting for the good news of Serena, but what they did not expect was that they did not wait for Serena, but waited for Rama Mujam's own delivery.

After countless hardships, Rama Mujam, who has already become like a human evil spirit, has finally crossed most of the land of India and came to the shelter. And he can do this because his will of revenge is supporting his body.

You know, what his body looks like now. He almost didn't have a good skin, every time he did a movement, he would have a pain of being scratched by the whole body. He couldn't breathe normally and couldn't eat normally because these organs on his body were more or less damaged. Such a person is only suitable for lying on the hospital bed for a long time and not panting, not so desperate for revenge.

However, Rama Mujam did just that. His desire for revenge was so powerful that he had already carried out this trek of death without regard to his life.

No one knows why he did this, and no one knows how he did it. Today, India has become a wasteland, and this land is full of dangers that can kill people. Radiation, those mutated Beast, and even more terrifying rogues than Beast. These are the existences that can easily take away his life from Yi (easy). Even if he is lucky enough to avoid all of this safely, these thousands of kilometers are enough to destroy his body and take away his weak life.

It can already be said to be a miracle of life. When Rama Mukjam appeared in front of the shelter in this way, he was equivalent to verifying with his own life, whether one's will can do What a terrible point. That is the power that goes beyond the limit, something that the so-called science and all routines cannot explain. There is no reason why such a person cannot do what he wants to do, even if he has reached the limit now.

Yes, even thousands of 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 in a single breath, hard against the pain on his body. So now, when he is standing in front of the sanctuary and looking up at this place of sanctuary of the gods, his inner will to support all his actions is also steadily weakened.

The goal is right in front of him. He knows that as long as he walks in and shouts his name, he may realize his desire for revenge in his heart. This sober recognition gave him an illusion that he had fulfilled his long-cherished wish. And it is precisely this illusion that all the pain he had suffered before rushed out from every corner of the body at this time.

This is his body's Jedi counterattack against the will, and the reality's last attack on the soul. Many people have fallen on this step, just as many of those Antarctic explorers used to die before the pole. Rama Mujam will naturally be no exception at this time.

He hasn't taken a good rest after walking thousands of miles. He really couldn't help but want to take a good rest at this time. His brain and his muscles told him this, and in order to be able to defeat his will, these warnings from his body directly let him fall to the ground.

He has been buried in the dirty dirt. The stimulus from the dirt and gravel made him feel as if he had fallen into the pan and was suffering to the extreme. But this torment quickly subsided, replaced by tiredness and sleepiness engulfed deep in the brain.

It ’s as if the pain is not important at this time, as long as he sleeps so well, then everything can pass safely. It sounds beautiful, but such an ending is unacceptable for Rama Mujam.

He knows exactly what it means to sleep over at this time. He knew how far he was from the long-cherished wish in his heart. He couldn't give up at this time. He had suffered so much pain before and didn't give up. How could he compromise with reality now.

At this time, the will burst out again, and the heart, which had been weakened like a candle in the wind, suddenly rose like a barrel of gasoline. Although this could not change Rama Mujam's body, he stood up as if nothing was wrong at this time. But it was enough for him to overcome the desire to sleep, so he once again launched a charge towards his goal.

This charge is only mental, not physical. The body that can only stagger in the mud like a maggot can't use the word charge, but all his movements and his crazy spirit can be called such.

He clasped his fingers in the dirt and dragged his nearly collapsed body forward little by little. The hard earth and stone broke his skin, eroded his flesh and blood, and made his bones bare, but he didn't make him groan even at all. Because at this time, pain is no longer important. Even if his body was convulsed by this pain, his will would be enough to overwhelm all of this, so that he would always keep it and move forward firmly.

He crawled forward so firmly, marching toward his goal. Blood poured out of him, and a long trace was impregnated behind him. Such traces made people around him see it, and they could not help but exclaim and tremble.

Weird people like Rama 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 that in this wasteland, things like sympathy and morality are no longer there. Even if they can't control themselves, they have time to manage a dying person, the most, the most, that is, to sigh him in his heart.

However, Rama Mujam's next reaction was really beyond their expectations. They simply could not have imagined that such a person who was about to die would burst out of the force from there to make him do such a near-terrible thing.

Is n’t it painful to do that? It hurts to think about it. Just the bones on the fingers can make people's teeth sore. It's hard to imagine how painful the broken body will be. Ordinary people dare not make assumptions in this regard, they can only watch this guy in awe of awe. Neither dare to block, nor dare to lend a helping hand.

A person who can be so cruel to him is certainly not a good thing to say. Either there is great ambition, or there is terrible hatred. Either of these two will not be a good thing, so as long as it is smart people will not choose to contaminate such a guy.

Are the people here smart? Maybe not before, but those who have survived such disasters, and if they ca n’t learn to be smarter, they will not be eligible to survive. Everyone has become smarter, so naturally, at this time, everyone silently evaded and gave way to such a dangerous and troublesome existence. A passage to the gate of the shelter.

They did it for their own sake, but anyway, they ended up doing it cheaper in Ramamamujam. When changing to normal, maybe he would say thank you to these people. But now, with a **** enmity, he really doesn't feel this way. So he was just silent, struggling with his body and continuing his journey little by little.

This is a long journey, especially for his body. His excessive demands on the body made the sequelae that erupted at this time sufficiently fatal, and the blood flowed all the rest of his life, from the bright red color to the dirty blood scab. It's hard to say how much blood he shed as he crawled along the way. And until he finally approached the end, his body was hollowed out a little. Because there was no more blood flowing under him at that time.

The dazzling red dries up almost in the end, which is not a good thing. Does a person who has run out of blood still have a chance to live? Everyone knows. Is such a madman finally dying here? Some people's hearts have begun to sigh, but just as they sighed, the figure of a light messenger had already come to them in person ~ IndoMTL.com ~ This seems to be a hope, everyone knows. The messenger of light is the messenger of God, and they can do such magical things as resurrection. But whether they will do so, these people are not sure. They are also unwilling to encourage these **** messengers for a person who does not know anyone. They do not want to lose their chances 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, hugged his ankle with his filthy hands, and then I spit out such a voice from my throat.

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

"You can't go in!"

Although he did n’t kick him away, the words spoken by the light messenger were even more cruel than this.

"Your filthy soul is not qualified to enter there. It is impossible for your sins to be redeemed. Give up, just die here. Maybe this is the best destination for you!"