Chapter 66 Mission, Angel's Rights and Responsibilities
Then, the messenger of light...
He looked at the shepherd.
The shepherd suddenly realized what was happening and tried to flee.
But it was locked in by an irresistible will.
It burned like fire over everything.
This prevents any evil magic from being cast.
The fire ripped off its skin...
His upper body revealed skin as black as an abyss.
The lower body, with hooves like a goat's...
The eight-winged messenger of light, acting on the Lord's will, seized the shepherd and stripped him of his human-like body.
It revealed its chaotic and evil nature...
Then, the godlike angel appeared, carrying a long sword in one hand and a shepherd who looked like a lamb to the slaughter in the other.
The shepherd was trapped on the altar made of firewood...
Under the radiance of the angels, Yara's mind and spirit gradually became clear.
He knew everything that had just happened.
Yara looked at Isaac, who had cried himself to sleep in her arms...
I felt a lingering fear.
The angel slowly descended before Yara, pointed to the black-skinned, goat-hoofed monster on the altar, and said to Yara:
"Messiah..."
"Complete your sacrifice..."
Although Ara still had many doubts in his heart, since it was the messenger of the Lord who spoke, he accepted the answer.
Then he no longer hesitated.
Place baby Isaac in a safe place to the side.
He looked at the shepherd on the altar of firewood, his anger reaching its peak.
Light the firewood at the altar.
The fire consumed the shepherd's body, just as it had been a sacrificial lamb...
He wanted to burn this damned monster alive.
That fire was no ordinary fire; it was a sacred fire blessed by the celestial messenger, relentlessly burning the shepherd's body, watching him slowly turn to ashes...
The shepherd, though burning, showed no reaction whatsoever.
It simply awaited its own death...
However, at the very moment when the flames were about to completely engulf it.
The shepherd suddenly asked the angel:
"I know all Gods."
"But one thing remains... I don't know what kind of god you are?"
The golden-haired, eight-winged angel snorted coldly, glancing at the evil spirit about to die in the fire. He said disdainfully:
"I am not a god."
"I am Michael, Archangel, under the throne of God..."
"Michael..."
The evil spirit, its limbs burned away in the flames, laughed.
Yara felt a chill run down her spine at the sight of his smile.
Then it looked at Yara.
He said something to Yara that sounded both alarmist and like a farewell—
"Pray to your God... that you will not encounter my other thousand faces..."
"Farewell, Yara Messiah, be careful."
"Because I am Nyarlathotep...I am the crawling chaos..."
final.
The shepherd was completely burned to ashes by the fire.
The embers scattered in the wind.
The last glimmer of light vanished along with the last rays of sunlight...
It was already dusk.
Yara held baby Isaac in her arms.
On one of the three mountains of Canaan...
The messenger of light has not yet departed.
Yara still had many questions in her mind.
Especially after being bewitched by that evil god, the conflict between the offspring and their faith...
Ever since that evil god uttered those words, it had been like an unresolved knot in his heart...
The messenger of light who called himself Michael saw through Yara's thoughts.
He comforted him, saying:
"The Lord already knows everything..."
"For the Lord is righteousness, so whatever you do..."
"To obey the Lord is to obey righteousness, and to obey righteousness is to obey the Lord..."
"Didn't you hear the divine message I delivered?"
Michael, with his blond hair, spoke again—
[God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering.]
Upon hearing this, Yara seemed to awaken from a dream, as if he had suddenly gained enlightenment.
As long as what is done is just, there are no taboos...
The Lord will arrange everything.
Instantly.
A surge of intense emotion welled up within Yara.
With tears streaming down his face, he bowed his head in worship towards the heavens, murmuring in his heart:
"Praise be to my Lord..."
When he finished praying and raised his head again...
The golden-haired angel had vanished.
Perhaps he has returned to heaven.
Yara seemed somewhat lost and disappointed...
After everything ends.
Yara sighed, picked up the sleeping baby Isaac, and went home...
Meanwhile, he kept thinking about that evil god...
It can manipulate people's thoughts and seduce their consciousness... it's simply impossible to guard against.
According to what the evil god said at the end, what he faced this time was merely an avatar of that evil god...
Just how many incarnations does that evil god have?
And, apart from that evil god...
His relationship with the Olympian pantheon of Middle-earth was also not very good...
He disrupted the gods' plans and caused their prophecies to fail...
The Lord of the Ravens also defeated the God of War and the King of the Gods...
If it weren't for the decree of the Lord...
Yara felt like she would be struck by lightning as soon as she walked.
Just thinking about these things...
Yara couldn't help but feel a headache coming on...
He had a premonition.
Many years later, a war will break out that will set the entire world ablaze...
Gods and gods, men and men, heroes and heroes...
At that time, the Messiah may play an important role...
He then looked at his sleeping offspring in his arms...
He held little Isaac tighter in his arms.
As he descended the mountain, he murmured to himself:
"My child..."
"The mission of our parents..."
"Perhaps in the future..."
"It will make you feel heavy..."
"but..."
"This is my promise to God..."
"It's the Messiah..."
"The destiny we are born with and the inheritance we are destined to receive..."
...
Heaven.
Endless clouds and mist stretched as far as the eye could see.
Above the clouds.
A magnificent, platinum-colored palace stands tall...
Before that palace.
A spring that shimmers with light and color.
And the most supreme God sat down with the ravens by the spring.
Yahweh frowned.
He rarely did this; since he transmigrated, he had only frowned once.
The crow, unusually perceptive of its master's mood, asked curiously:
"Lord, what's wrong..."
"Isn't he just an incarnation of a false god..."
"Pure hand-to-hand combat is not even as good as peak Yara... He just knows some tricks to bewitch people."
Yahweh shook his head and said:
"An incarnation isn't really anything special..."
"Even its true form arrives, stripped of all those fancy decorations..."
"Its core strength is not outstanding either..."
"But the pantheon it represents..."
"And the meaning symbolized by the entire myth..."
"I hate it."
"...a kind of nihilism."
The crow was confused and tilted its head.
It didn't quite understand anything about meaning, symbolism, or nothingness...
But it understood one thing—
"The Lord hates them!"
at this time.
A pure white wing swept across the sky.
The golden-haired little angel, Michael, successfully completed the mission given by the Lord for the first time...
They slowly descended from the sky to report back to God.
"Good job...you did a great job."
"As expected, your combat talent is the best among all the angels..."
Yahweh lavished praise on Michael...
Upon hearing this, Michael couldn't help but smile. Although he tried his best to suppress his joy, the rapid flapping of his small wings behind him betrayed his delight...
Not everyone can be praised by the Lord.
Lucifer, standing to the side, pouted and watched with his hands on his hips...
He's the real boss!
Michael has stolen all the limelight!
So, in order to highlight the eldest brother's charisma,
After that, Lucifer summoned all the angels together...
He stood at a very high position in Valhalla and shouted to the angels:
"As an angel!"
"We must uphold the order of the Kingdom of Heaven..."
"And now..."
"As your eldest brother..."
"I want to define the powers, responsibilities, and missions for the angels!"
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