Chapter 137: The Ten Commandments
Time seems to freeze in this moment. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info only the whispering prayers of the Pope's crown came slowly.
The two knights saw very clearly that the angel who smiled and nodded to them in the picture of God's sermon was the Celestial Lord Michael, who was standing on the side with a red cross sword in his hand and a vigilant face!
Michael turned his handsome face and smiled softly at them, and with a slight shake of his body, he stepped out of the fresco.
Behind him, the six winged white feathers trembled faintly, soft and bright, and the pale white brilliance without half impurities fluttered in this magnificent church with the shaking of the white feathers.
The light shines on the colorful glass lenses in the church, separated by layers, like a rainbow.
"Holy, holy, holy... All kinds of musical instruments in the church are silent and self-sounding, accompanied by the sound of horns in the long light, and the faint figure of the little angel flying, holy light, holy music, holy angels, the three are intertwined, directly rendering this place into a heavenly holy realm!
In the church, there was such a change in an instant, how could this Pope Francis not find out?
As soon as he raised his head, he had already seen the divine figure hanging in mid-air, holding a red cross holy sword in one hand and a golden cross balance in the other, and the six wings behind him trembled slightly, and the soft holy light continued to sway out!
For a moment, he was directly stunned, and then his face flushed, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest with excitement.
"My lord, you have heard the call of your servant at last, and you have sent down a miracle!"
Over the years, no one could have known that the anxiety and fear in his heart might wake up in the middle of the night with worry, or fall asleep full of worries. The worldly faith has passed in an extreme way, and although they have done a great deal of remedy, it has had little effect, or nothing at all.
When the supreme and all-powerful God has been beaten to the streets, how many believers can stabilize their faith in their hearts?
Therefore, Pope Francis, knowing that the ritual of calling the gods may not be useful at all, still carried out such a ritual every day!
Today, when Christianity is about to collapse all over the world, as long as the situation can be stabilized, let alone a set of rituals, it is just a straw, and he must hold on tightly!
And now, with the advent of this Heavenly Realm Lord, the billion-dollar heavy stone in his heart fell with a bang!
"Lord, you have finally remembered your Lamb among the earth, and they are all about to be snatched away by others!"
He sighed in his heart, and then his body, which was already kneeling on the ground, was ready to bow his head deeply.
Even in the doctrine of the Holy See, the Pope should be equal to the Son, and above all these Seraphs, he theoretically did not need to bow down.
But how could the Pope be sure that if he did, the dignified King of Heaven, Michael Brown. Will Miezel just cut him down with a sword?
After all, what they know about this Heavenly Realm Lord is all from myths and stories, and no one knows the real situation, so let's admit it a little now.
Behind the Pope, Lawrence and Andrew, the two third-order knights, also woke up from a dream, and hurriedly followed the Pope, and also knelt in front of the archangel.
Just as Pope Francis was about to kneel, the angel in mid-air gently broke out a piece of physical light, and the brilliance rolled up, and he stood up directly.
"You don't have to be like this, O shepherd of the earth for the Lord, for you are the spokesman of our Lord on the earth, and you do not need to kneel to any being but my Lord."
Michael's voice was accompanied by the sound of chants that filled the church, bright and magnificent, full of brilliant brilliance. A few people in the audience who listened directly seemed to have been baptized in their hearts.
In a few words, Michael was already in front of Pope Francis. The holy light is magnificent, dazzling but not dazzling, and the illumination is as straight as day.
It was only then that Pope Francis really saw what the archangel looked like.
Under the layers of holy light, Michael's face was handsome and majestic, and he was breathless from the vast aura of the gods.
"O shepherd of the earth, your call has awakened my Lord from his long slumber. The world is about to change dramatically, the age of mythology is about to come, and in those long years, the covenant between man and God has begun to gradually break the covenant. The Lord wants to renew the covenant of the Ten Commandments with you. Can? β
Michael's tone did not differ much from before, as if he were speaking something very ordinary.
But in the ears of this pope, there is no less than a real storm and stormy waves. The effort of a word shook him to the ground, and if it weren't for Michael's brilliance, he would have almost sat directly on the ground!
He really didn't expect that he, who was just an ordinary pope since the establishment of the Holy See, could have the treatment of the Holy Moses in such a tide of the times, which was enough to be written into the history of mythology.
"I am willing, I am willing to sign the Ten Commandments that my Lord has put down again!" The Francis Pope's eyes were red, his voice trembling, and hoarse, like two pieces of dry gauze rubbing against each other.
Myth has come to reality, history has flowed into the present, and scenes from the past have converged in the modern. Such a time-space disorder, and the great sense of accomplishment of reshaping the myth, even made Francis think that even if he returned to God now, it would be worth it!
"Well, that's good." Michael nodded slightly, and then turned to look at the two knights who did not dare to move, "The contract between the Lord and the shepherds is not something you can participate in, so please leave first." β
The light was paved, like silk, and the two knights were gently entangled, and they were sent out of the church at once, and then the door was slammed, and the door was closed!
The two knights glanced at each other, both suppressed the horror in their hearts, and acted separately, but they were ready to inform the cardinals about the arrival of the archangel of heaven, and now the Pope is reproducing the myth. They are the only ones in charge of the overall situation!
Time is not fast, but in a short half a moment, I saw that above the church, or pure white, or crystalline, or mellow, or golden, all kinds of holy light under the leadership of a cross scale, in the sky in the aria of chanting, soaring to the sky.
The holy light dissipated, turning into the phantom of the nine-story heavenly holy mountain, sinking and rising in the sky above the Vatican.
Under the endless holy light, the Vatican was directly transformed into a holy city of light!
Above the Holy City, the church burst open, and the Pope Francis was seen wearing a crown of thorns and holding a scepter of light engraved with countless angels. As he walked, there seemed to be a thousand holy lights guarding him,
He held up his scepter and chanted in heaven, "Our Father in heaven, let your name be sanctified, and your kingdom come." May your will be done on earth as it is in heavenγγγγγ β
On the land of the Vatican, countless tourists and Christians, led by more than a dozen old men in red bishops' robes, shed tears and echoed loudly with the Pope's chanting.
"Give us today what we need today; Forgive our debts of sin just as we forgive those who owe our debts. Do not let us be skillful in temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. β
The chant was loud and soaring into the sky, echoing the symphony of the phantom of the nine-story holy mountain!
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