Chapter 174: The Descent of God

The next moment.

Following the contents of the photograph they saw, people all looked together at the body of Quetzalcoatl above Beimeizhou on the television.

Coiling above the entirety of Beimeizhou, its body was enormous, making it easy to see the wounds covering Quetzalcoatl's body.

These wounds were caused by Quetzalcoatl's fighting on the original battlefield; large and small injuries, savage and terrifying, each and every one told the world just how brutal Quetzalcoatl's experience on the original battlefield had been, especially those four or five fatal wounds, which displayed the extremity of the great battle's cruelty.

Countless people's gazes fixed on one of those four or five fatal wounds.

That was at the seven-inch position of the snake — that is, the location of the snake's heart — where there was a savage fatal wound as if someone had pierced straight through its heart with a halberd, indelible.

At this moment, a crack opened at the wound, and divine blood flowed out.

Very strange.

The seven great angels' divine abilities had not struck Quetzalcoatl's wound at all; why had a new crack opened at the wound?

"Quetzalcoatl is wounded!"

Just like Director Takahashi, many people around the world reached this judgment.

The seven great angels' divine abilities had not struck Quetzalcoatl's wound; the only possibility was that Quetzalcoatl was already wounded, the injury had not healed, or else he had endured a fatal battle, the fatal wound had closed, but left a hidden injury, and the exertion of blasting apart the seven great angels' divine abilities had aggravated his hidden wound.

The world fell silent.

The cross that Akagawa had just picked up — a helplessness after knowing the truth — he failed to hold it, and it fell to the ground.

The priests, the Yidazhu Sect, and the Pope — the joy that had only just risen on their faces turned ash-gray in an instant, crying without tears, even more woebegone than before, their faces like a funeral.

The truth was too shocking.

Quetzalcoatl being wounded did not mean the blood at the corner of his mouth was caused by the seven great angels wounding him; it was only caused by the hidden wound being aggravated.

And did it not also mean that Quetzalcoatl had fought the seven great angels while wounded?

Quetzalcoatl was wounded, so the seven great angels only coughed blood; otherwise it would likely have been worse. This truth caused the believers' expressions to change like a roller coaster from heaven to hell; knowing the truth, they did not know whether to be glad or to weep.

Boom.

There was no time to think — Beimeizhou shook violently.

Quetzalcoatl paid no heed to the fatal wound being aggravated; his snake pupils were merciless as he gazed at the seven great angels.

"Ridiculous. Do you truly believe that just because I am wounded you can seize the chance to oppose me? What right do a pack of cowards who only dared to fight at the edge of the original battlefield have to oppose me!"

A slap in the face.

A bare-faced slap in the face.

The people of the world were stunned and dumbfounded at this moment.

Even the Christian believers were dumbstruck, unable to believe the words they had heard.

What did Quetzalcoatl call the angels? A pack of cowards?? Who only dared to fight at the edge of the original battlefield?

Wori!!!

Wocao!!!

At this moment, where was any reserve, where was any nobility or elegance — ladies were all cursing, leaders of every country were all "f**k"-ing nonstop, countless people had gone mad.

An epic-level exposé.

The ultimate stain.

Those noble, holy angels — almost the very symbol of beauty — had actually only dared to fight at the edge of the original battlefield? What this implied, even a fool could see clearly.

And there was a vague sense that Quetzalcoatl's words, "a pack of cowards," seemed to refer not only to the angels, but pointed straight at Heaven itself.

What were angels? They were the symbol of Heaven, the beings of Heaven.

What were the seven great angels? They were the highest beings of Heaven, the most capable right- and left-hand men of God.

But they had only dared to fight at the edge of the original battlefield. To say God did not know of this, to say they had left God behind on their own to go fight at the edge, to say… in any case, the world did not believe it!

One might ask: if both those below and those above are rotten, would the highest one remain unmoved? Would he allow them to act so?

Likely — no, no "likely" — it was exactly so. It was God himself who was cowardly; the entire Heaven was cowardly, only fighting at the edge of the original battlefield.

"Impossible!!"

From places with Christian believers — the Vatican, Jerusalem, and so on — roars rang out; priests, the Yidazhu Sect, and the Pope were all red-eyed, the corners of their eyes split from glaring.

Heaven was their supreme, unchanging faith, the most beautiful, most sacred belief in their hearts.

They could not believe that the merciful, loving, supremely selfless God would have led all of Heaven to do such a thing; this contradicted his symbol, contradicted the image he had passed down.

The whole world went mad.

The faithful did not believe it, striving to maintain the faith in their hearts; while others either sighed, mocked, or complained, and some were there with dark humor thinking: if God really only fought at the edge of the original battlefield, could he beat Quetzalcoatl, who had grown powerful through bloody battles?

If the seven great angels could not beat Quetzalcoatl, and even God could not, then who would stop Quetzalcoatl? Would the scene of Heaven being drenched in blood not truly come to pass?

And at this very moment.

"Quetzalcoatl, you are outrageous!!" The seven great angels rebuked him in unison, their divine voices rolling like thunder, causing the very heavens to turn fiery red.

The wrath of Heaven, the fury of the gods!

Among the seven great angels, one raised the pure silver holy sword in his hand — it sang and clanged — pointing straight at Quetzalcoatl:

"Heaven fought at the edge of the original battlefield in order to prevent 'that side' from entering the rear. It was God's mercy — unable to bear Heaven falling into destruction, he chose to sacrifice his own reputation, willingly fighting at the edge of the original battlefield, being mocked — all to preserve Heaven, so that Heaven could continue to shelter its faithful children."

What answered the seven great angels was Quetzalcoatl opening his great maw!

"Then let me see just how God shelters his children."

Bloodlust spread; the god-devouring heaven.

Beimeizhou plunged into darkness in an instant; even the sun, moon, and stars in the sky seemed to vanish — lightless, black.

Akagawa and the others were terrified, not knowing what had happened, thinking they had fallen forever into the abyss of Hell; but the various countries and regions of the world saw clearly and knew what terrifying thing had occurred.

Quetzalcoatl opened his mouth and swallowed the entire United States and the seven great angels!!

This scene was too terrifying.

Quetzalcoatl's bloody maw was incomparably vast, his fangs like star-pillar columns of the river of stars stretching across the ages; the mouth was so enormous that not to mention the United States, even Beimeizhou, even the Earth, even the starry sky above could be swallowed whole.

Devouring Heaven and Earth, capable of consuming even gods and demons.

For a moment, countless people in America wailed as if facing death; many people across various nations and regions were so frightened they forgot to breathe, their eyes staring fixedly.

Just when everyone thought America and the Seven Great Angels would perish in the mouth of the Quetzalcoatl, suddenly, a sigh that echoed throughout heaven and earth rang out.

"Sigh."

A single sigh, seeming to exhaust the ages, carrying compassion and selflessness, yet also seeming to hold helplessness, drifted leisurely across the globe, echoing through this Earth's starry universe—even the astronauts of various nations' space stations outside the Earth listened in horror.

That sigh seemed to span time and space, as if standing in ancient ages and witnessing the events of present ages, letting out a sigh.

It echoed across green waters and a thousand mountains, across lakes and rivers.

It echoed in the minds of every single person, every single one.

Boom!!!

At this moment, the Gate of Heaven standing in Beimeizhou erupted with unprecedented holy light.

Accompanied by endless holy light shining everywhere, and heaven-spanning sacred music, rippling through the nine heavens, reverberating across the vast wilds.

Too magnificent.

The Gate of Heaven magnified under the holy light, becoming enormous, towering into the clouds, seated in the nine heavens, as if standing at the edge of the sky, and becoming even more resplendent, like the sacred in the Book of Revelation's Apocalypse, emitting a holiness that made even the tribulations of heaven and earth retreat, supremely pure.

"This is the true Gate of Heaven!!"

The eyes of priests, Yidazhu Sect, the Pope, and countless believers became fanatical; many people's hearts and minds shook violently.

Rumble rumble rumble!!

Heavy and grand, as if two worlds were pushing, like the gears of time and fate turning, a heavy tremor—the Gate of Heaven opened.

At this moment, countless people forgot to breathe, forgot to blink; over a billion pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the opened Gate of Heaven. Inside was Heaven, the place reputed to be the most beautiful in the world—no disputes, no birth, aging, sickness, or death, only peace and happiness.

Boundless and vast, the ground was white clouds, soft as cotton, white as snow, far whiter than the white clouds of this world, bluer and more brilliant than any sky, without end or bound.

Faintly visible, in the distant reaches of Heaven, towering Shenshan rose and fell, majestic and grand, with streaks of holy radiance swirling, cupid-like little angels frolicking and laughing in the air, angels playing harps and singing sacred songs, brilliant flowers blooming everywhere, covering the Higashio Dashan grasslands, and pure white unicorns drinking at crystal-clear lakes.

Further away, a ten-thousand-zhang divine waterfall cascaded down from the most conspicuous and holiest sacred mountain, with surrounding Shenshan stretching endlessly; on each mountain stood magnificent holy temples, majestic in momentum, ancient in existence, emitting an aura of antiquity, giving one a sense of sacred perpetuity—through the changes of ages and the turnover of eras, this place remained eternally unchanged, forever beautiful.

Sweeping past the mountains and holy temples, the world's people ultimately fixed their gaze on the tallest, most majestic sacred mountain, where stood a grand, magnificent holy temple; its giant doors were pushed open by two beautiful angels, revealing the highest authority of Heaven.

Inside, right at the center, was a stone chair, engraved with a cross, ancient and glorious.

An old man with a head full of white hair, Shenshan bathed in holy light, sat immovably, like an eternal great mountain, overlooking the vicissitudes of the human world, his eyes containing vastness, with sun, moon, and stars flowing within.

Trembling!!!

Hundreds of millions of people were trembling!

Excited!!!

Priests, Yidazhu Sect, and the Pope were so excited they went mad, all kneeling down.

"God!!!"

"Oh God!!!"

The highest authority of Heaven, the old man beneath the cross—such an identity, how could the people not recognize him.

That was the supreme ruler of Heaven, the eternity of Heaven, the most widely known deity in the world, the god with the most believers globally, the supreme faith of Christianity—God!

God stood up, walked out of the supreme holy temple of Heaven, stepped out, crossing time and space, arrived before the Gate of Heaven, and then, under the gaze of hundreds of millions of eyes, stepped out of the Gate of Heaven, descending into the human world.