Dark Relic Page #4

- WE CANNOT DESTROY IT.

WE CANNOT LEAVE I AND WE CANNOT TAKE IT.

YOU HAVE PUT US IN A PUZZLE

THAT WE CANNOT SOLVE.

- WE HAVE NO CHOICE

BUT TO TAKE THE DAMNED THING.

- IF IT CAN WORK ITS EVIL

HERE ON HOLY GROUND,

WHERE CAN WE TAKE I THAT IT'S SAFE?

- IT DIDN'T WORK

IN JERUSALEM.

AT LEAST NOT TO THIS EXTENT.

- THE POWER OF THE HOLY LAND

MIGHT BE ENOUGH:

TO CONTAIN THE EVIL.

- WE MUST RETURN TO JERUSALEM.

- HEAD BACK?

- I DON'T SEE ANY OTHER WAY.

- THANK YOU.

- THANK YOU.

- FOR WHAT?

- HOW MANY MORE TIMES

WILL YOU SAVE MY LIFE?

- AHH.

HOW MANY MORE TIMES WILL

I PUT YOUR LIFE IN DANGER?

PERHAPS YOU SHOULD GO HOME.

HASAN AND BROTHER GEORGE

CAN ACCOMPANY YOU.

THE EVIL WON' FOLLOW YOU THERE.

- AND RETURN TO WHAT?

I HAVE NO HOME.

MY FATHER'S FORGE

WAS TAKEN BECAUSE

HE COULD NOT PAY HIS TAXES.

IT WAS HIS LIFE.

- PERHAPS IF WE RETURN

TOGETHER,

YOU COULD FIND A HOME.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP

LAST NIGHT.

IT'S BEEN A TERRIBLE LOSS

FOR BOTH OF US.

I CONSIDER YOUR DEB TO BE REPAID.

- BAH.

MERELY A TIMELY ENTRANCE.

A FOOL COULD BREAK

OPEN A DOOR.

I'VE YET TO ACTUALLY

SAVE YOUR LIFE.

- YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL WIFE

TO CONSIDER, MY FRIEND.

I HAVE NONE.

- NO...LADY WAITING AT HOME?

- [chuckles]

I WAS MARRIED ONCE

IN MY YOUTH.

- AND WHAT HAPPENED?

- SHE DIED IN CHILDBIRTH

ALONG WITH THE CHILD.

- I THINK YOU SHOULD REST,

MY FRIEND.

- SPARE ME YOUR PITY.

[spits]

[grunting]

- DON'T MOVE.

DON'T EVEN BREATHE.

- DO WE NOT HAVE

ENOUGH PROBLEMS:

WITHOUT FIGHTING

AMONGST OURSELVES?

- THE FOOL'S AFFLICTED

WITH MADNESS!

- [laughs]

HE OFFENDED ME.

- AND HOW WOULD THAT BE,

SIR ROBERT?

- I DON'T LIKE

THE LOOK OF HIM.

AND AS FOR YOU...

LAY A FINGER ON ME AGAIN

AND YOU WILL BLEED, WHORE.

AND YOU WILL NOT STOP ME.

- I WILL NOT NEED TO.

SHE CAN FIGHT HER OWN BATTLES.

- WHAT'S GOT INTO YOU?

- [screams]

- HIS SKIN IS BURNING.

- THE FEVER WAS CLEARING.

WHAT WAS THAT?

- A SPLINTER?

- HE'S BEEN POISONED

BY A SPLINTER FROM THE RELIC.

IT'S WORKING INTO HIS BODY.

- WHAT CAN WE DO?

- IT'S BEYOND MY KNOWLEDGE

TO CURE HIM.

- [gasps]

LET ME GO!

- [grunts]

- WE'LL HAVE TO BUILD

A STRETCHER.

- A FOULNESS AFFLICTS HIM.

SOMETHING WICKED COMES NEAR.

THE STORM, THE PLAGUE...

IT'S GETTING WORSE.

A DEMON STRENGTHENS

AND DRAWS CLOSER.

- DID HE HURT YOU?

- NO.

- NOW HAVE SAFA TAKE

A LOOK AT THA:

AND THEN STAY CLOSE BY.

- I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK OF IT.

- SIR ROBERT'S CONDITION

IS DETERIORATING.

TO STOP NOW WOULD BE

TO CONDEMN HIM TO DEATH.

- THEN WE GO ON.

- [speaking Latin]

[speaking Latin]

[explosions

and startled reactions]

- [speaking foreign language]

[demon growls]

- THE DEMON HAS FOUND US.

I DON'T FEAR YOU, DEMON.

I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD

ON MY SIDE.

CHRIST IS MY SAVIOR,

AND IN HIS NAME:

I CAST YOU TO THE PI OF HELL WHERE YOU BELONG.

BEELZEBUB,

EATER OF THE DEAD,

BE GONE BACK TO HELL!

[demon roars]

[grunts]

UGH!

- DIE BY MY BLADE.

[demon roars]

- IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER,

HIS SON, AND THE HOLY SPIRIT,

I CONDEMN YOU.

- [screams]

- [gasps]

- SAFA!

- GET THEM OFF ME.

HELP ME!

[grunting and groaning]

HELP ME!

[screams]

- [yelling in foreign language]

[demon growls and roars]

- THE DEMON HAS FOUND IT.

- [speaking foreign language]

- DID YOU KILL IT?

- THE HOLY SYMBOL DREW

ITS BLOOD, BUT...

I DON'T THINK IT KILLED IT.

IT HAS BOUGHT US

A LITTLE MORE TIME THOUGH.

WE MUST DESTROY:

THE RELIC BEFORE--

BEFORE THE BEAST RETURNS,

ELSE...

WE ALL DIE THIS NIGHT.

[grunts]

ARE YOU SURE THIS IS WISE?

- WE HAVE NO WAY

OF DESTROYING THE RELIC.

WE MUST BURY IT,

SO NO ONE ELSE HAS

THE MISFORTUNE OF FINDING IT.

AND THEN WE RETURN LATER,

BETTER PREPARED.

- RETURN?

- WITH AN ARMY FROM JERUSALEM.

200 MEN TO FIGHT THAT DEMON.

- 200, 500, 1,000!

WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?

- WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST?

- SIEGE WEAPONS.

MY FATHER HELPED BUILD

SOME ONCE.

A MACHINE OF WAR WILL

BE POWERFUL ENOUGH

TO SLAY THE BEAST.

- YOU MAY BE CORREC TO A POINT.

IT IS HELL SPAWN.

MORTAL WEAPONS CANNOT KILL IT.

- THE FEVER GROWS WORSE.

[grunts]

- HE NEEDS TO DIE.

- NO!

HE'S A KNIGHT.

HE FOUGHT WITH HONOR.

HE DOESN'T DESERVE

AN INGLORIOUS DEATH.

- THEN WE MUST KEEP

THAT DOG ON A LEASH.

- LET'S LEAVE THIS PLACE

AND PUT THIS NIGHTMARE

BEHIND US.

ROBERT.

ROBERT, YOU NEED TO EAT.

ROBERT, I KNOW YOU'RE

INSIDE THERE.

I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME.

DON'T LET THIS THING

CONTROL YOU.

FIGHT THIS THING.

- [distorted voice]

YOU WILL DIE HERE.

YOUR SOUL WILL ROT IN HELL.

- YOU ARE A KNIGHT!

- YOUR SPIRITS ARE DEAD.

- YOU ARE A CRUSADER.

- [gagging groan]

- HOW IS HE?

- HE NEEDS AN EXORCIST.

- MORE IMPORTANTLY,

WE NEED FOOD.

THAT WAS THE LAST.

- WE HAVE PASSED

NO ANIMALS FOR DAYS.

AND STILL IT'S A DAY'S RIDE

TO THE NEAREST TOWN.

- HAVE NO FEAR.

THE EVIL IS BEHIND US.

ALLAH SUBHANAHU WA-TA'ALA

IS GUIDING US ALONG

A SAFE PATH.

OR PERHAPS IT IS CHRIST,

PEACE BE UPON HIM.

IF WE BOTH PRAY,

SURELY SOMEONE:

WILL BE LISTENING.

EITHER WAY,

WE WALK AS BROTHERS.

WE WILL SURVIVE.

- FATHER, FORGIVE ME FOR

ALL MY SINS.

[muttering]

- SORRY.

I--

CAN I PRAY WITH YOU?

- OF COURSE.

I THOUGHT YOU DOUBTED.

- I SAW THAT DEMON

WITH MY OWN EYES.

FROM WHICHEVER HELL IT CAME,

I SAW IT.

THAT MEANS THAT THERE

IS A HELL.

- THEN...THERE MUS BE A HEAVEN.

[snakes hissing]

- SIR ROBERT?

- AHH!

- [screams]

- [groans]

[screams]

- MAY THAT BE THE LAS OF THE DEMON SPAWN.

- AT DAWN, WE GO DOWN.

MAKE SURE HE'S DEAD.

- WE'RE BEING WATCHED.

- IT'S JUST YOUR IMAGINATION.

- THIS VALLEY IS PERFEC FOR AN AMBUSH.

- DOES THAT MEAN

WE HAVE WILLINGLY

WALKED INTO A TRAP?

- WE'RE JUMPING AT SHADOWS.

HE'S NOT HERE.

COME ON.

[deep rumbling and gasps]

- IT CANNOT BE.

[rumbling]

- [gasps]

- [grunts and screams]

RUN!

- OUR PROBLEMS

ARE FAR FROM OVER.

- CAREFUL.

- CAREFUL.

DON'T TOUCH IT.

- IS THIS REALLY

CHRIST'S BLOOD?

- IT IS.

- WHY DOES IT CONTINUE

TO BLEED?

- FOR ALL THE PAIN

THAT CHRIST ENDURED.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

- IF IT'S GOING

TO KEEP TURNING UP

EVERYWHERE WE ARE,

THEN WE MAY AS WELL

CONTINUE TO CARRY IT.

AT LEAST THIS WAY WE KNOW

WHERE IT IS.

LET'S GO.

- WHAT IS IT?

- I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.

- YOU CAN.

YOU CAN.

IT THRIVES ON OUR DESPAIR.

STAY STRONG.

- MY FRIEND...

YOU SHOULD TAKE:

A LOOK AT THESE.

- LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE

IN A SIEGE.

- THIS WAS NO WAR BETWEEN MEN.

- THESE WERE FIGHTING MEN

HEADING FOR THE HOLY LAND.

- WELL, THEY FOUND HELL

RIGHT HERE.

- THESE TRACKS ARE ALMOS TWO DAYS OLD.

- THAT'S BEFORE

WE WERE SHIPWRECKED.

FRIAR GEORGE THOUGH THAT IT HAD BEEN

DRAWN TOWARDS US.

BUILDING ITS POWER

TO CONFRONT US.

WON'T BE LONG BEFORE I FINDS US AGAIN.

- WHERE'S REBECCA?

- REBECCA?

- MY CHILDHOOD WAS SPEN IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.

THE BEATING HEAR OF THE COMMUNITY.

MY FATHER TAUGHT ME

EVERYTHING I KNOW.

THE CRAFT,

HOW TO USE THE FORGE,

THE RIGHT TIME:

TO STRIKE THE STEEL.

- [gasps]

SPARE ME!

- YOU ARE SAFE.

- I HAVE SEEN THE DEVIL.

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