Chapter 288

Just this appearance was more noble than a god.

"Your Excellency?"

The Holy Spirit looked at them in confusion, then laughed dumbly: "I am not a god."

Federation.

Busy data center.

"Found it!!!"

A worker with deep eye bags and bloodshot eyes stood up suddenly and said crazily: "Found it, His identity, Metatron!!!"

"What?!!"

The big shots who had been waiting and were reluctant to leave ran over hurriedly.

They saw a line of striking text on the record.

Angel of Fire.

Chancellor of Heaven.

Metatron, the thousand-eyed archangel who bears thirty-six wings and whose face shines brighter than the sun.

Also known as "Little Jehovah"!!! Earth!

183. The world in the eyes of the Holy Spirit, the collapse of the Sword Saint!

What kind of outrageous evaluation is this?

The big shots rubbed their eyes in disbelief, their bodies trembling in shock.

And it is indeed so.

Metatron.

Or rather, Metatron.

Considered the most powerful angel in history, second only to GOD, with the title of "Angel of the Face."

Located at the top of the "Kabbalah Tree of Life," possessing the privilege of seeing the true face of God, with a status even higher than that of Christ in Christianity.

Hiss~~

Such a top-Third Third Tier big shot, on the other Reverse Reverse Side of the ocean?

The big shots felt for the first time that the planet under their feet was so small; it's possible that if he sneezed, he could blow it away.

"They are in luck."

Looking at Belet, who was obviously much stronger in the picture, the jealousy in the big shots' eyes almost condensed into substance.

Mom, if I had known, I would have rushed over too.

Unfortunately, just when he ordered the guide to patrol, the temple was sealed at the same time and could not be entered.

Those who hesitated and didn't seize the opportunity were beating their chests and stamping their feet, crying and wailing, regretting so much they almost jumped into the lake.

Really jumped.

Among millions of people, there are always those who like to drill into a dead end, jumping directly into the lava lake.

That was called decisive.

That was called heart-wrenching.

And now, they also experienced the feeling of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Not necessarily~"

An old professor with all-white hair looked serious, faintly fearful: "Metatron is not a person's name, but a title! In ancient Hebrew, the meaning is 'Little Jehovah'."

And there are three Holy Spirits who have obtained this title.

One is the famous Vice-Regent of Heaven, Michael.

One is Enoch, the youngest and most beloved by God.

And the last one..."

The old man swallowed his saliva and said an unfamiliar name almost like a moan: "Original Sin Demon Azazel."

"Who?"

The big shots were full of confusion; they were more exposed to the New Testament, and for the Old Testament angels, they could only say they didn't recognize them well.

The old professor was covered in cold sweat: "Azazel in ancient Hebrew means 'one who rivals God'."

"Possessing power like that of the Lord of Hosts."

"He is the leader of the Watcher Angels, the origin of demons and giants."

"The monarch of hell, the guardian of the goat, who will be cast into the lake of fire on the final Day of Judgment."

Why does this setting sound so familiar?

The big shots frowned and thought, suddenly their eyes widened.

Holy crap.

"He is..."

The old professor swallowed his saliva, looked at the magnificent Holy Spirit in the picture, his voice carrying a crying tone: "Whether it's him or Metatron, there is a saying... They are the prototypes of Satan!!!"

Courtyard.

Luo Shu, under a certain angel disguise, smiled slightly.

Their imagination is indeed not small.

Withdrawing his thoughts, under everyone's gaze, the holy spirit said lightly: "Do you really understand what kind of existence a god is?"

"The creator and ruler of all phenomena in heaven and earth?"

"The possessor of power beyond the imagination of mortals?"

The lazy voice sounded so beautiful, but the Holy Spirit in front of him rose infinitely in that voice, turning into a storm, turning into thunder, turning into all phenomena, as if overlooking and dominating everything like the sky.

More like a god than a god, or rather, the god in the imagination of all spirits.

In their panic, people even developed longing and piety.

But...

Pfft~~

The beautiful spirit laughed, so contemptuously, so arrogantly, gradually indifferent.

The holy spirit radiating a glowing holy light had no fluctuation in his voice, as if stating a fact.

"God never existed!"

The beautiful voice fell.

On the scene, outside the screen, the Federation, Britain, France... went quiet.

Even at this moment, many people suspected they had auditory hallucinations.

The agent of God's will/God's apostle told them God doesn't exist?!!!

Silent for a long time.

When people reacted, many of the Christian believers who had cheered the most even fainted in mental information, twitching, and hundreds died on the spot.

While Pope Amseus XVI clutched his heart and twitched.

Courtyard.

"Oh, think God is nature? Is a concept?"

The Holy Spirit walked lazily, looked sideways at the Sword Saint from another world: "No, God is above nature."

Reinhard, the strongest Sword Saint in human history, who was considered capable of shooting down even gods, was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit nodded: "Not bad, I did read your mind."

"No, no, no, the world's blessing on you, oh, you call it protection? Hmm, it worked."

He sighed softly: "But for us Holy Spirits, even the existence of the world is too simple, too straightforward."

"Don't understand?"

"Let's put it this way? What do you think the world is?"

"Yes, the world is also a life, a macroscopic life form; for you humans living on it, it is the suppression force."

"But whether it's the world or you, your existence is shallow and direct in my eyes, as straightforward as a painting, as words."

"For us Holy Spirits, it's just..."

He tilted his head to think, and said a word casually: "Large wild beast!"