The Fifth Secret ( second part ) A knight of Ilyin.. 1000 AD - 1250 AD

I told him in a strong accent: - Go out of here, you dirty crusader. And another word about our leader will drink your blood.
The rider threw his cloak away and attacked me with a quick attack in which he raised his sword and shouted at his horse. I leaped off my horse backward away from his brilliant sword and circled myself around a cycle in which I threw my cloak and infused my dagger, which I threw in a lightning motion that he did not expect to settle the dagger in the neck of his horse, whose lists rose in pain.
The jockey got off his horse in a slick simplicity and stood in front of me ready. Here I saw his face for the first time. It was a rough rage like a rock. He said in a frightening voice: - Tell your brothers in the hell I'm sending you that it was Jautir Maisnell who sent you scumbags.
He ran to me with his wicked body and raised his angry sword for the second time. I set my body aside with amazing time to get away from his sword blow and rolled on the floor with a lightness I'm good at. And I took my sword out of my belt. And I looked at him with motivation. He was looking at me ironically. But I got it from what I saw looking behind me. I looked behind me quickly. Ten satirical eyes were looking at me. They weren't eyes for ordinary people. It was eyes for other knights. From the Knights of the Temple.
I looked at him again in anger. But he didn't give me... Back to back was enough to go the distance between me and him. And the moment I looked at him was enough to grab his sword and stitch him in my chest. I fell on my knee. He lifts his boots with contempt and pushes the seduced sword into the Lingers' chest further out of my back.
The moment you realize you're going to die now is very scary. You stop seeing anything going on around you. She's busy seeing something else. In the beginning, you're offered your whole life with everything in it. After the show ends and the curtain comes down, you start looking around. Then you get your stab. Then you feel great... You gather yourself and decide you won't die. All this blood and pain won't affect you. As long as you breathe, you won't die. I'm still on my knees. The jockeys were talking loud and laughing. I raised my head to them. I'll beat death. All those who died surrendered to him, but I wouldn't.
"If you kill him, you enter heaven. If you are also killed, you will enter heaven "
Paradise. Paradise of bliss... Singing, singing, and crumbling. I'll get her in as he promised me if they kill me. And here I felt very tight in myself. And with a fist in my heart... Then I coughed up blood. I gasped with all my resolve to breathe natural breathing, but I couldn't. I tried with determination to knock all this weak out of my body, but I couldn't... I knew it was my end. I'm gonna die. I'll sleep on my alien on this earth and die.
And I actually lay on a foreigner and looked at the upside-down scene in front of me. Jade's feet. Dirt... Some bug is walking on the ground. All these things will keep their lives while I will die. I heard the hooves of the Knights of the Temple walking slowly. I looked for them. The people of the area started approaching me. Finally... I wish someone could save me. Some of them rushed at me and someone tried to take the sword off my body slowly and succeeded. Then they gave me their hands. I saw everyone flying around me. I looked at them with a semi-open eye. I looked at their pitiful Arabic faces on my present... How do you feel seeing a hundred people look at you in pity and you die? But who's this guy over there?
From among people's heads, I saw it. Black was... He walks by looking at me for a static look. I followed him visually until he went out of my eye and neck and went behind me. People were holding my head from time to time, patting her and reassuring me. Then they put my head on the ground quietly until I faced the eyes of heaven. I see their heads from the bottom corner. Then his head suddenly popped into their midst. That black.
I was a trickster who certainly knew he was a trick. But he's growing up. I knew something was wrong. The greatest front... Mole paradise. The killing of Muslim scholars... Crusaders' truce. Neither lounge nor fasting nor pilgrimage because we reached a stage of proximity to God dropped us all costs... He convinces us that we are dead and we enter the paradise of the mole and then brings us back from death when he likes and thinks we believe him. I don't deny that I got mixed up while I was in that mole paradise. But my mind wasn't in place. I always felt drunk or bird on top of people. He gave us all the fun and women and dropped all the duties. What a wonderful religion that he's calling for. His religion agreed with our appetite, although our minds did not, we were throwing our minds behind our backs.
I won't have heaven today. I'll have a fire burning my soul. Oh, my God, it's time. If I delay it, I go back to my mind. I'll even kill that front with my hand. Then the whole world darkened and found me as if my whole being moving at an abnormal speed. Then I realized this wasn't dark, but it was something like a tunnel of darkness in which my soul moves. Then she found me suddenly coming out of the tunnel and into the light of the earth again. And the same scene sees my eyes from a lower angle. Heads look at me for a lack of trick.
Any wonder this is... I moderated a foreigner fleeing from the uncomfortable bottom corner of the vision that shows people all like giants. That's better. People are still talking bad and looking at me or the Earth. But somebody's approaching me. Old man. He had a cynical smile on his face. He kept getting close until he got in my head. The specter of a smile turned into a full cynical smile in which his few teeth appeared... And his long-numbered chin bristles and his eyes splintered like the eyes of a snake. My eyes widened. And I looked away. The light dimmed all over the place as if a black cloud had blocked the light of the sun. It's death. It's death, my God. It's death.
I squirmed on the floor trying to hide my face and the people around me donated to adjust my position again, thinking they were helping me somehow.
Say, "No God but God." It was a huge thing that went through my eyes, and I looked everywhere in panic and I didn't find it.
Knight, say, "No God but God."
The old snake face looks to me between people's faces like the only one highlighted. And he takes out his slotted tongue. Who is this? Is he the King of Death? Oh, my God, please promise me. Don't do this to me. I tried to pull out a scream with all my strength, but she came out with a cough. Somebody save me. Or to kill me. I don't want to see what I'm about to see. So one of you will just clear my eyes. Let's read to me. Do anything. Certain muscles in my body started convulsing to force me to take a certain position... My legs joined together, my back bowed slightly and my neck spasmed to the left. I felt internal asphyxiation that had nothing to do with my neck. Chest asphyxiation. I'm beginning to hear my heartbeat clearly. Then I saw him. I saw them.
They were three. One of them is that black people I've seen pass by. The other two are black like his brother and the other is different from them in everything. I was seeing an angel. Real angels. They're not the human angels I saw in the Hussein Morning paradise. What a terrible name. How much I hate him.
What happened next is untold and unsaid. My soul was uprooted as if to uproot an elderly pin from wet wool. The third tightens them with heavy hands. And I found in my soul a stinking smell like a grave. Oh, my God, am I that bad? The pain I felt was not seen by anyone. They just found from my veins a break from the pulse and from my eyes a break from life. No one saw anything. And I saw my soul come out of my body surrounded by people. The angels come out and lift her up and put her in a bad rag. Then you saw me rise quickly until every trace of each of the Earth's assets disappeared. It has been replaced by other assets that you have never seen before. Assets that should not
She's known by humans. Unless they die.
The hours I have left in this world are getting less. And the clock started telling me a scary word. But the misery... We still have enough time. It was one of the rare confrontations I mentioned in the history books between the two most dangerous types of knights. The Knights of the Temple. And the most dangerous Shiite band ever. The band that made Alamot Castle its main headquarters. In addition to seventy other fortresses in Fars, Iraq, and Sham.
Only if you live her days and look at Alamot Castle from whatever angle you like. You'll see a legendary view. The castle looked like a homestead for the Demons. It is a castle six thousand feet high surrounded by clouds that overlap with its towers. Its height of it is that a catapult missile can't reach it. And an army of soldiers can't crawl into it except to climb into very narrow mountain corridors that have to climb a man behind a man. A big castle doesn't go to think it's one building. It's made up of dozens of buildings. Alhasan al-Sabah, the founder of the junkies, was taking it as his residence. A castle that designed a beautiful paradise for his followers.
The Hussein of the Morning has never left this castle in his life since he first captured it. And he wasn't even seen out of it to the mountains around it. He spent most of his time planning inside. And in the study and experiments on the plants, he was an expert on their toxic types of them and the anesthetic... He created a very special drug mix that was
He mixes them with wine in thoughtful quantities and gives them to follow them and drinks them out of their minds and makes them feel what they want.
It was his strength that there was private money with the name "Alamut" printed on it. That is, being an independent society... His beliefs were very perverse. The first is the doctrine of murder in the name of religion. And it's a false doctrine, of course. Killing in defense of religion is the most prestigious and precious thing, but assassination in the name of religion is a crime.
Hustlers used assassinations instead of wars. They tried to assassinate Salibuddin three times, all of which were unsuccessful. The Mongols came to an end when the Mongols came down from the East. They turned the gauze band off their father's reel. Those left thereafter were uprooted by the apparent Peppers.
And you might have heard of the famous video game "Creed Assassins" or the doctrine of weed. It is quoted from the genuine weed squad with their costumes, weapons, skills, and evils.
I know talking about perverted doctrines inherits poison in the body. And this story ended with our tales about them. And the feelings are over. Let's look at our cards in our game and so far I refuse to mention her name to you. This time we only have two papers. But they're too enough to understand what we're about to reveal.
The first paper is a vampire or vampire paper. It has a grotesque picture of a scary vampire.
The second paper is that of Count Dracula. It has the image of Count Dracula wearing his famous cloak and smiling in a frightening mockery and his sounding dark castle.

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