I warmed his cold blood

According to the decree, Lucas will go to Judea with the army early tomorrow morning.

Helen was silent all night.When he's down, he doesn't talk much.

He half-closed his eyes, pursed his lips and lay on the rocking chair by the bathtub, his brows were furrowed, and he looked depressed.

The bathroom reverberated with the sound of water spouting out of the copper snake's mouth, and the candle seedlings were embedded in the dense water vapor, forming groups of surging yellow mist.

Heron felt suffocated.The warm mist penetrated into the tip of his nose, condensed in the blood vessels, and finally solidified into hot mercury, stagnating in his chest.He opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and tore off the collar of his shirt.

Lucas closed the cotton curtain in the bathroom and leaned over to light the incense burner.He closed the copper stove lid, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Heron staring at him sideways, with the corners of his eyes slightly red.

He sighed slightly.

Helen turned her head back, covered her eyes with the back of her hand, the corners of her lips quivered a few times, and said, "Come here and anoint me."

Aristocrats often ordered their slaves to smear themselves with olive oil, and then scraped off the stains with a scraper.This is how the Romans cleaned their bodies.

Lucas picked up the olive oil and walked over.

Herron took off her clothes and lay naked.His chest was bare, rising and falling faster and faster, and his fair skin was also stained with flushing caused by excitement.His Adam's apple was trembling extremely fast, as if the soreness in his neck was rolling waves, he forcibly restrained it.

"The province of Judea has never been peaceful." He said sadly, "It is a land where blood is shed all the time, and it is also a place where life is most easily broken..."

Lucas unscrewed the oil tank and listened quietly, without saying a word.

Heron said to himself: "People with ulterior motives use faith, and religion becomes the greatest weapon... They order virgins to be saints and guard the holy fire all their lives; but they themselves violate the holy fire to breed riots."

"The Jews are not good at war." Lucas said, "With their blood that can't be vented, they are not good at strategic arrangements."

"It's just a rumor!" Helen hurriedly interrupted him, as if to prevent him from comforting himself, "It was abandoned by the gods and full of unforeseen dangers... Any Roman who went to Judea would definitely be injured and fanaticized. The believers hacked to death, and were burned tragically to ashes in the end...you will too..."

Lucas froze.

Helen covered her eyes, and the more she spoke, the more difficult it was to control herself.His skin was even redder, and his shoulders shivered as if he couldn't stand the cold.He didn't cry, but folded his arms involuntarily and curled up his body, looking like he was protecting himself.

Lucas took his hand and said, "No, I'll be fine..."

Helen jumped up as if facing a formidable enemy, hurriedly gagged his mouth, and intercepted the words that almost slipped out of his mouth.

He hugged Lucas' waist, buried his head in his neck, and said tremblingly: "Don't say it...Lucas...remember the two times we used to? Big promises can't be stated clearly , the result is always the opposite of the original promise..."

Lucas hugged his back and nodded slowly.

"Actually, I don't care whether I live or die." He said solemnly, "I'm more afraid of your loneliness."

"If you really threw your head in Judaea..." Helen grabbed his shoulders, his low voice filled with anger, "I think I will become crazier than those mobs..."

Lucas smiled, helped him back into the rocking chair, and knelt in front of him.He cupped his feet, dabbed olive oil on the insteps, then scraped them off with a scraper.

He wiped off the remaining grease with a wet towel, and said sincerely, "Trust me."

His hoarse voice was very soft, and the originally rough voice seemed very magnetic, like strings that resonated with the heart, hitting Heron's chest one after another.The corners of his sharp eyes were raised, as if he was smiling slightly, and his firm expression made him look like a smile; in fact, his brows and eyes trembled because of emotion.

Helen sat up straight, her heart beating rapidly.His eye circles were red, his fingers were weakly covering his mouth, and there was a short gasp between his fingers.

The separation he had to face made him feel as if he had lost his limbs and legs, and he felt a great sense of panic and incompleteness.The candlelight shone in front of him, but he felt that his eyes were dark.He blinked desperately, trying to see Lucas clearly.

At this moment, he could understand Sura's mood when he lost Seneca. He had the illusion that he lost his child as a parent.

"Lucas..." His throat was hot, "You are not allowed to die..."

Lucas didn't speak, but took his feet and kissed the back of his feet.

Herron couldn't bear it any longer.He fell directly to his knees, threw himself into Lucas's arms uncontrollably, and cried like a collapse.

Lucas hugged him, patting his back lightly.

Herron bit his shoulder and said vaguely:

"Please Lucas... don't die... even if your arms and legs are broken, even if you have only one breath left, even if your eyes are stabbed blind and your appearance is destroyed by a blade... it doesn't matter... just live... ...please... just stay alive..."

Lucas turned his face and kissed his forehead a few times, "Trust me...Herron...trust me..." he said softly.

Helen pressed his shoulders, pressed his body to the bank of the bath, and kissed his lips in a daze.Tears mixed with saliva, they exchanged a bitter and wet kiss.

Herron leaned against Lucas' chest, eagerly stroking his heart, where there was movement caused by the beating of the heart.He had a splitting headache, as if he had lost the ability to think, and kissed Lucas's heart just by intuition.

Lucas grabbed his waist and led him into the bath.

The water surface slid away with a splash, and Helen poked his head out of the water, coughing a few times because he choked on the water, his black hair was soaked and stuck to his back, his eyes were slightly swollen, and his cheeks were also flushed.He staggered back a few steps, and finally his back touched the wall of the pool.

Lucas also went into the water, arms propped up beside him, holding him in his arms.

"Fuck me... Lucas..." Herron circled his neck.

"I think so too." Lucas said seriously.

Without hesitation, he directly picked up one of his legs and hung it around his waist...

They fit as well as ever.

Early the next morning, Helen woke up on the bed.

He subconsciously touched the open space around him, only to find a cold dagger.

With a pain in his heart, he sat up abruptly.

His Lucas was gone.

……

Judea has a dry climate, and the war and poverty make it seem like it has been ransacked.The air smelled of burnt flesh, the houses made of stones had been blackened by the fire, the originally spacious streets were occupied by gravel and stumped limbs, some children's round heads rolled onto the road side.The owner of the bakery lay dead on the oven, and the food had been robbed long ago; the oil workshop and the wine workshop were knocked down, and it was impossible to identify them from their appearance.This is a messy and horrible place of hell.

War is like the barbed tongue in the mouth of a ferocious beast. Just a light lick can tear apart the skin and flesh where it ravages.

Lucas was wearing iron armor, holding a sword and shield, and walked with the army on the dusty street.In fact, they traveled thousands of miles, and when they came here, they were already tired with sore muscles, sticky with sweat, and the feeling of dry mouth made the soldiers very uncomfortable.

The centurion gave each of them a jug of strong wine and encouraged the soldiers to use all their strength to kill the enemy.

They plodded along, kicking up a cloud of dust.The smell of sweat and blood became stronger, and it was blown over by wind and sand.Vision became increasingly blurred.

They are getting closer and closer to the holy temple that the Jews regard as supreme.

The sanctuary is neatly piled up of large stone blocks.The dust-yellow wall tightly wraps the scenery behind like a tomb. Behind the wall is a slender holy tower covered with small arched black windows, like deep and terrifying black eyes embedded in the yellow-skinned face. The face of a Jew with yellow skin and black pupils.

In this dilapidated and dead Jewish city, only this tower is still intact, like a pillar supporting the sky.

The Jews wore simple red turbans, crowded on the fence, pulled bows and crossbows, and pushed and pulled boulders with chariots. The fire had already been ignited, and the hot oil had boiled.

Most of the uprisings were peasants and slaves, they did not have powerful weapons and tight defenses.

The Roman army was in a commotion, and the soldiers raised their helmets, laughing and mocking.Their fatigue is much driven off by the weakness of the enemy.

"Look at those Jews in kerchiefs!"

"My God! They look like a bunch of bloody red-headed flies! Haha..."

"Their thin and short physiques are only suitable for noble ladies as eunuchs!"

"Men with eccentricities buy them to play with them too, these sons of bitches..."

The strong wind swept the sand and blew it, and the face was sore, and the sky was full of dusty yellow and fiery red flames.

This is a battle of great disparity.

The centurion raised his hand and pierced the leather wine bag with a sword, spilling the wine all over the floor.

"Cut off their heads! Make wine with Jewish blood! Your lives will be recorded in the annals of history! Your immortal names will be engraved on the square of Rome! God bless me Rome!"

He shouted loudly, facing the black soldiers, all his strength was squeezed out through his throat, and he blasted towards the fierce Roman man in the distance.

The bows and arrows of the Jews rushed over like raindrops, with streams of fire and barbs, like a black monster spreading its wings, casting a huge and deep shadow.Liu Huo chased after him like a ghost with bones attached to it. Many people fell down with arrows, and more people stepped forward on the corpses.

The soldiers shouted and ran.Seen from a height, the Roman army elephants see a steady stream of boiling black water, swallowing everything they go, leaving the wind and clouds behind.

Lucas's ears were filled with the shouts of his comrades.He put the shield on top of his head, and the bow and arrow hit the iron shield like thunder, making a tinnitus.

This kind of group battle is like the big hand of Mars, the god of war, reaching into his peaceful soul soaked in love for a long time, and pulling out the bloodthirsty and manic side deep in his soul.

Killing is actually what he does best.

He roared, his blue eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his muscular body was stretched to the limit, sticky sweat stained his skin with sand and dust.His facial features were a bit ferocious, and the killing intent came over him overwhelmingly, controlling his brain and heart.

He stood against the door of the temple, and the Jews poured boiling hot oil under the wall. His shield blocked a lot, but his bare elbow was burned by the oil, but he could no longer feel the pain.

Soon, the gate of the palace was breached by the iron sword and iron spear.The Roman cavalry stepped into the temple, and finally occupied the place most cherished by the Jews.

Lucas seems to be possessed by Shura, whenever he sees a moving red scarf hat, he will swing his sword to chop.Opening his stomach, chopping his head and chopping his waist, he was so red-eyed; he hadn't killed someone for a long time, once he did kill someone, it was as uncontrollable as instinct, and he would use extremely ferocious moves.When the enemy fell down and hugged his legs, he cut open his abdomen and disturbed his internal organs, forcing him to let go.

His blond hair had long been covered with blood, and he couldn't see the original golden color. His whole body seemed to have been soaked in a pool of blood, and he had a terrifying aura that even evil spirits would not dare to approach.

……

I don't know how long it took to kill, Lucas realized that there were no enemies around to kill, so he stopped panting.

Feeling thirsty, he licked his lips and tasted a very strong fishy and salty taste.

He touched his face and was shocked to find that it was covered with blood.

He raised his head, only to realize that he had killed himself to the deepest part of the temple alone, and the ground was full of corpses.

The dome of the temple shone down a beam of sunlight, and a golden cone was located in the empty hall.The holy fire in the iron basin was still burning in this beam of sunlight, with the sound of charcoal crackling.

At this time, the horn sounded to summon the soldiers outside the hall, and the soldiers had already begun to celebrate the victory, and the noise was extremely loud.

But Lucas ignored it.

He saw the back of a woman behind the cauldron. She looked terrified and trembling.

He is quite familiar with this figure.

"Flitina?!" he said hesitantly.

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