Chapter 1287 The appearance of all living beings
Above the East River in New York, the water is surging.
The sword-wielding angel standing in the center of the river has a huge halo above his head, and his sacred wings are stretched out, blooming with infinite brilliance.
The shaking of the American plate and the eruption of the Yellowstone volcanoes brought unprecedented disasters to this land.
A full forty-nine states.
Natural disasters are raging and man-made disasters are rampant.
Magma, storms, acid rain, earthquakes, and floods have never been so dense. The population base has dropped sharply, buildings have collapsed one after another, and cities have been destroyed one after another, as if it was the end of the world.
However, there is one exception.
New York State, guarded by Seraphs, is the only region in the United States that is still calm.
Under that dazzling holy light.
The volcanic ash that shrouded the sky was shattered by the powerful sweep. Warm sunshine shone on New York, and everyone on the streets stopped.
Floods and magma rushing from the west, devastating tornadoes and acid rain, all natural disasters, were intercepted outside New York by an invisible force.
It's an angel!
That soft and holy light, like a mother's loving embrace, enveloped the city.
It stopped floods and storms, blocked magma and acid rain, stopped earthquakes and landslides, and protected New York City from natural disasters.
"God, please show mercy!"
"O great angel, please save us and keep disaster away from your faithful followers."
People spontaneously knelt on both sides of the river bank.
Without any prompting, almost everyone knelt in front of the sword-wielding angel devoutly, clasping their hands together and praying softly.
For humans who have fallen into despair, being able to witness the birth of a miracle is tantamount to a drowning person grasping the only life-saving straw.
Want to save New York and save the United States.
The only feasible way before mankind is to pray to this angel.
The thoughts of people kneeling on the ground and praying are actually very simple and very simple.
They didn't know why the disaster struck, but they knew who to turn to for help.
It's not the so-called government.
It is the real god who appears in the world and walks the earth in the name of God, who transcends reason and logic!
Since angels are real
Then the God in the Bible must also exist. Isn't the garden behind the giant bronze door the legendary Yin Dian? !
"Almighty Heavenly Father"
"Please send your blessing to redeem your lost lamb and keep us from danger."
“Your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”
"Please save my life, for I am a devout man. O my God, the all-knowing and almighty Father, save your servants who rely on you!"
"I will always remember your name."
“Fear your name.”
"Know your name."
"Preach your name."
Thousands of people chanted the Bible in low voices, gathering into a huge force.
It is invisible and real.
This power comes from the deepest devout beliefs of human beings.
As the saying goes: if you believe it, you have it; if you don’t believe it, you don’t have it.
In fact, what it refers to is this pious, unadulterated, pure power of faith, the power of faith of all living beings!
The weak beliefs gathered into a torrent visible to the naked eye, pouring into the body of the sword-wielding angel, making her brilliance even more dazzling.
The belief grows stronger.
And the holy radiance that echoes it, with the blessing of faith, becomes like a sun, hovering over the flowing East River.
I saw the angel holding the sword, and there seemed to be a little glow burning in the depths of his lowered eyes.
The face shrouded in light also became a little softer and compassionate, no longer giving people the solemn and solemn feeling it had before.
If I have to describe it
It was probably as if the angel listened to their prayers and saw the disasters in the world, so she showed grief and compassion.
at this time!
A voice that was as ethereal as a valley, as distant as if it was near, sounded in everyone's heart at the same time.
"not enough"
"Go and praise my name"
"Saint Michael, the Vice-President of Heaven, Son of Seraph Light!"
Three short sentences set off a storm in the crowd, no less terrifying than the detonation of an atomic bomb.
Buzz!
!
For a moment, everyone was shocked.
The angel actually answered their prayers. What an honor and happiness it was!
Being able to hear the voices of angels with their own ears, to a certain extent, they are much better than the ones in the Vatican, at least the latter can only listen to the voices of little boys.
"Hey, did you just hear that?"
“When we hear the angel asking us to preach her name, does that mean we are the ones chosen by God?!”
"Michael, she is Michael!"
"I knew it. What did I tell you? She must be Michael, the only one holding the flaming sword!"
"I know, I know!"
An old pastor stood up holding a Bible and shouted with tears in his eyes: "The only way to save America is to praise the name of St. Michael. Only in this way can we save our compatriots who are in danger and let the glory of the Lord shine down." , redeem us lost lambs.”
As soon as these words came out, the effect was immediate.
The already devout believers immediately expressed their strong agreement, while the remaining people followed blindly in their hearts and agreed with the same choice.
"I have a media that can spread the word!"
"I own three newspapers!"
“We can go online and spread the word!”
"I just got the video!"
People talked a lot and discussed the plan.
Soon, the name of St. Michael and the concept of salvation through manifestation were spread by people little by little through radio, television, leaflets, traveling to tell each other, and so on.
Outside New York, those who are facing disaster, death, despair, and pain seem to have seen a glimmer of light.
They have no choice.
People realize how fragile human beings, who claim to conquer the world, are under natural disasters.
God, save us!
Different people, but from the bottom of their hearts, are praying for one thing, and that is salvation.
The devout prayers gathered into a huge power of faith and turned into thousands of golden streams of light, cutting through the dark sky of the United States.
Like hundreds of rivers flowing back together, they merge into the angel holding the sword.
Buzz buzz—!
In the depths of her lowered eyes, you can see the burning glow, growing bit by bit, becoming more dazzling and blazing!
The Yin Dian Garden behind the bronze gate gradually becomes clearer, as if it is about to break through the boundary between virtuality and reality and descend into the paradise of the human world.
The fire is burning!
And Michael, standing with a sword, could feel his authority, reaching an unprecedented level of power, as if he had the whole world under his control.
And there is only one last opportunity left to break through that limit!
"Wait for me Lord!
! "
