Chapter 327

Just this appearance is more noble than a god.

"Your Majesty?"

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

Federation.

Busy data center.

"Found it!!!"

A worker with heavy eye bags and bloodshot eyes stood up abruptly, saying crazily: "Found it, His identity, Metatron!!!"

"What?!!"

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

They saw a line of eye-catching introduction on the record.

Angel of Fire.

Chancellor of Heaven.

Metatron, the thousand-eyed archangel with thirty-six wings and a face brighter than the sun.

Also known as "Little Jehovah"!!! Dirt!.

183. The world in the eyes of the Holy Spirit, Reinhard collapses!

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

Hiss~~

Such a big shot at the apex is on the other 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 Bellet, 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 ferryman 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 bitterly, regretting it so much they almost jumped into the lake.

Really jumped.

Among the millions of people, there were always those who liked to be stubborn, jumping directly into the lava lake.

That was decisive.

That was heartbreaking.

And now, they also experienced the feeling of envy, jealousy, and hatred, and the pain in their guts.

"Not necessarily~"

An old professor with all-white hair had a serious expression, faintly showing some fear: "Metatron is not a person's name, but a title! Its meaning in ancient Hebrew 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 hard, almost groaning as he said an unfamiliar name: "Original Sin Demon Azazel."

"Who?"

The big shots were confused; they were more in contact with the New Testament and couldn't really recognize the angels of the Old Testament.

The old professor was covered in cold sweat: "Azazel's meaning in ancient Hebrew is '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, 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 pondered, suddenly their eyes widened.

Holy crap.

"He is..."

The old professor swallowed hard, looked at the magnificent Holy Spirit in the picture, his voice carrying a cry: "Both he and Metatron have a saying... They are the prototypes of Satan!!!"

Courtyard.

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

One by one, their imaginations are indeed not small.

Withdrawing his thoughts, in everyone's eyes, the holy life form said lightly: "Do you really understand what kind of existence a god is?"

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

"Possessor of power beyond the imagination of mortals?"

The lazy voice sounded so beautiful, but the Holy Spirit in front of them rose infinitely in that voice, turning into a storm, turning into thunder, turning into all things, as if looking down and ruling everything like the sky.

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

In terror, people even gave birth to longing and piety.

But...

Pfft~~

The beautiful life form laughed, so contemptuously, so arrogantly, gradually indifferent.

The sacred spirit emitting a glowing holy light had no fluctuation in its 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 tells them God doesn't exist?!!!

Silence for a long time.

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

When Pope Amasis XVI clutched his heart and twitched.

Courtyard.

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

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

Reinhard, the Sword Saint considered the strongest in human history, who was thought to be enough to shoot down even gods, froze for a moment, subconsciously looking at the Holy Spirit.

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

"No no no, the world's blessing to you, oh, you call it Divine Protection? Well, it took effect."

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 is 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 lightly: "Large wild beast!"