Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1287: All living things
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Above the East River in New York, river water Taotao.
A sword-wielding angel standing in the center of the river, with a huge halo on his head, and his divine wings stretched out in infinite brilliance.
The shaking of the American plate and the eruption of the Yellowstone volcanic group have brought unprecedented disasters to this land.
A full range of forty-nine states.
The natural disaster is rampant, and the ** is rampant.
Magma, storms, acid rain, earthquakes, floods... have never been so dense, the population base has plummeted, buildings have collapsed, and cities have been destroyed one after another, as if the end of the world.
However, there is only one state exception.
New York State, guarded by Seraph, is the only region in the United States that is still calm.
In that dazzling holy light.
The volcanic ash shrouded in the sky was shattered by a powerful sweep, and the warm sunlight shone on New York, and people on the streets stopped.
The floods and magma flowing from the west, the devastating tornadoes and acid rain, all natural disasters, were intercepted outside New York by an invisible force.
It's an angel!
The soft and holy light, like a mother's loving embrace, enveloped the city.
Hold off 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 the disaster away from your faithful believers."
People spontaneously knelt on both sides of the river bank.
Without any prompting, almost everyone was devout, knelt in front of the sword-wielding angel, folded their hands together and prayed in a low voice.
For a human being in despair, being able to witness the birth of a miracle is tantamount to a drowning person who has seized the only life-saving straw.
Want to save New York, save America.
The only feasible way before humans is to pray to this angel.
People kneeling on the ground praying, their thoughts are actually very simple and very simple.
They don't know why the disaster happened, but they do know who to turn to for help.
Not so-called government.
It is the one who appears in the world and walks the earth in the name of God, beyond reason and logic, the real God!
Since angels are real...
Then the God in the Bible must also be real. Isn't the garden behind the giant bronze gate the legendary Yindian? !
"Almighty Father..."
"Please send down your blessings to redeem your lost lamb from danger."
"Thy kingdom come, and thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven."
"Please save my life, for I am a pious man, O my God, O all-knowing and almighty Father, save the servant who trusts in you!"
"I will always remember your name."
"In awe of your name."
"Know your name."
"Pray your name."
Thousands of people chanted the bible in a low voice, forming a mighty force.
It is invisible, it is real.
This power comes from the deepest piety of human beings.
The so-called: If you believe, you have, if you don't, you don't.
In fact, it refers to this kind of devout, unadulterated, pure power of belief, the power of belief of all beings!
One after another weak beliefs converged into a torrent visible to the naked eye, pouring into the body of the sword-wielding angel, making her radiance even more dazzling.
Faith grows stronger.
And the holy brilliance that echoes it, with the blessing of faith, becomes like a sun, hovering over the rushing East River.
I saw the angel holding the sword, and there seemed to be a little glow in the depths of his lowered eyes.
The face shrouded in light has also become a little soft and compassionate, no longer as solemn and solemn as before.
If I had to describe it...
It's almost as if the angel heard their prayers and saw the catastrophe in the world, so she showed grief and compassion.
That's it!
A phantom, ethereal and like a valley, a voice that seems to be far and near, resounding in everyone's heart at the same time.
"Not yet...not enough..."
"To preach...my name..."
"Seraph...Children of Light...Deputy Lord...Saint Michael!"
Three short sentences, setting off a storm in the crowd, no less than the terrifying storm brought about by the detonation of an atomic bomb.
Om!
For a time, everyone was shocked.
What an honor and a blessing the angels actually answered their prayers!
Being able to hear the angel's voice, in a way, they are much better than the Vatican, at least the latter can only listen to the voice of the little boy.
"Hey, did you just hear?"
"I heard...the angel asked us to sing her name, does that mean...we are chosen by God?!"
"Michael, she's Michael!"
"I knew, what did I say to you? She must be Michael, only the seraph with a flaming sword!"
"I got it, I got it!"
An old pastor stood up holding the Bible and shouted with tears in his eyes: "The only way to save America is to preach the name of St. Michael. come down in light to redeem us, the lost lambs."
As soon as these words came out, it was immediate.
The devout believers immediately expressed their high approval, while the rest of the people followed blindly and chose the same agreement.
"I have a media outlet to spread the word about!"
"I have three newspapers!"
"We can go online and spread the word!"
"I just had a video!"
...
People are talking about the plan.
Soon, the name of St. Michael, as well as the concept of apparition and salvation, were spread little by little through radio, television, flyers, running to inform and so on.
Outside New York, those who are facing disaster, death, despair, and suffering are seeing a ray of light.
They have no choice.
People have realized how vulnerable the human beings, who claim to conquer the world, are under the disaster of nature.
God ~IndoMTL.com~ save us!
Different people, but from the heart, are praying for one thing, that is redemption.
The sincere prayers gathered together into a huge force of faith, turned into thousands of golden streamers, and cut through the dark sky of the United States.
Like hundreds of rivers returning to the river, they merge into the sword-wielding angel.
Buzz--!
In the depths of her drooping eyes, you can see the burning glow, growing little by little, more dazzling and fiery!
The Yindian Garden behind the bronze gate has gradually become clearer, and it seems to break through the boundary between virtual and reality and come to the paradise on earth.
The flame... is burning!
And Michael, standing with a sword, can feel his authority, reaching unprecedented power, as if the whole world is in control.
And there is only one last chance left to break through that boundary!
"Wait for me... Lord!
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