On the naked back, a pair of wings with white feathers are folded and leaned on the back.
I have never seen wings on any human body, and they are such complete wings. otbnkotgt "wing" The iconic feature of most of the angels we know is the pair of huge white wings, while the demons have the double horns on their heads.
Even just seeing the white wings makes me feel pure and sacred.
Yodt presented evidence, and although this evidence was still not enough to convince me that he was God's spokesman, it began to change my inner thoughts.
"It's just a pair of wings.
It doesn't mean anything."
I said.
And if you look closely, the proportions of these wings look a little wrong, as if the wings of a sparrow are pressed on the back of an eagle.
I feel like I haven't grown up yet.
"Besides, I don't know if your wings are real or fake.
Aren't angel wings supposed to be big?
You are being too petty."
I said with a smile.
He wasn't angry either.
He reached out and picked a feather from the wing on his back and handed it to me.
I hesitated for a moment and then reached out to catch the feather.
The moment my fingers touched the white feather, a large amount of memories that did not belong to me flooded into my mind.
I saw a dark and cold forest.
A young man was walking alone in the forest holding a gun.
He looked very scared, and I could hear his breathing and even nervous heartbeat clearly.
He looked around nervously, as if something was following him. suddenly.
The sound of barking dogs and shouts from the crowd came from behind, and the man began to speed up and run forward, running in a panic in the dark.
But in the end, he still couldn't escape the pursuit of the faster hounds.
Five or six hounds rushed up and bit him, pressing him to the ground.
The man who was chasing him also appeared in front of him, and knocked him unconscious with a rifle butt.
When he woke up, the man was tied to a chair and sitting in an abandoned warehouse, with the dim and slightly swaying light shining on his face.
Standing in front of me were some foreign men in military uniforms, speaking a foreign language that I couldn't understand.
"What do you want to do?"
the tied man shouted loudly.
"Tell me where your troops are."
At this time, a man wearing round glasses walked in.
A middle-aged man wearing a black leather coat looked at the man in front of him and said.
"I won't tell you, I won't."
Although the man was very scared.
At this moment, he was still repeating the same words, even though the sound coming out of his mouth had begun to tremble.
"Don't you want to tell me?
That won't be easy.
I'm a very kind person.
I don't want to hurt you.
But if you don't tell me what I want to know, then I will become very cruel.
Now, tell me about your troops.
Where?"
The person on the other side continued to ask.
"I don't know, I got separated from the troops.
I really don't know."
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He didn't seem to be telling the truth, but it didn't impress the man in front of him.
"It's such a pity.
I originally wanted to be a kind person, but I didn't have the chance.
Do what you should do and let our tough-talking gentleman understand his situation."
The middle-aged man took a few steps back as he spoke.
Several soldiers came up.
Then the inhumane torture began.
The man's consciousness quickly disappeared in the pain, and when the memory picture appeared in front of me again, he was already in a dark and cold dungeon.
The man leaned on the corner and sobbed softly, covering his leg.
At this moment, he could already see that his leg was seriously injured.
"Merciful God, save me.
Take me away from this cruel place.
I want to live, please save me from the evil."
In despair, he prayed quietly, accompanied by cries, telling the fear and darkness in his heart.
"I want to live, I want to leave the battlefield.
I regret for the sins I have committed, please take me away, Lord."
He prayed over and over again, using up all his strength, trying to hold on to the last hope in despair. hope.
However, at this time, a ray of light shone in from the cracks in the dungeon wall and fell right in front of the man.
It was as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and knelt down in front of the light, crying bitterly as if he had found his savior.
In such a dark environment, the man who endured severe pain felt luxurious even if he saw a ray of light.
At this time, the man raised his head and heard some kind of sound coming from his ears.
He listened carefully but couldn't hear it clearly.
The weak light also moved on its own and fell on the man's forehead.
The next moment, the painful expression on the man's face disappeared.
What followed was the disappearance of the beam and a spot of light imprinted on his forehead.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a swelling and pain in his back.
He reached out to touch it, but he touched a white feather.
Something like wings actually grew out of his back.
Although it was small, it was real.
The memory picture stopped abruptly at this moment, and my consciousness recovered in an instant.
Looking at Yot sitting in front of him, his eyes wandered to his legs, and then looked at his face.
"You were redeemed in war and God chose you."
I don't know how this method of showing memories to others is possible.
Memories are a part of consciousness, and all the magic I know cannot do this.
"Now you believe it."
He took the feather back from my hand and continued.
"God healed my legs and the despair in my heart.
He gave me the status of an angel, but asked me to preach for Him on earth.
I am the chosen spokesperson, and this is my proof."
To be honest, this is surprising, in the whole world, especially in Europe and the United States.
There has always been doubt about the real existence of Jehovah, that is, God.
Because so many great scientists and celebrities in the past believed in the existence of God, this huge mythological system is always mixed with a sense of reality that makes people believe it and seems to be immediately verifiable.
Therefore, there are many miracles about God, but at the same time, many are questioned.
But before today, I have never heard of any living person being enlightened into an angel after being saved.
This is almost unprecedented.
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"You became an angel" I asked, still very surprised.
"It can be said that, but it can also be said that it is not.
The wings on my back represent the pure divine power that God has given me.
But as you can see, these wings are incomplete or immature.
I must complete God's The task given to me can make these wings complete, and when they are complete, I can become a real angel and enter the holy heaven.
However, this period is long and endless and may not be completed until the Doomsday Judgment."
He explains why the wings look so small.
"Since you have been called by God, why are you still serving the devil?"
It is simply incredible that a person can be chosen by God and the devil at the same time, and that there are two completely different powers in him.
"Because immortality is not a happy thing.
On the contrary, it will bring about extremely painful waiting.
I cannot grow old and will be immortal forever, and I will watch everything wither during the long wait.
In fact, time means nothing to me.
Meaning, because I will never die."
He raised his head, filled with boundless loneliness and loneliness.
"So you took refuge in the devil?"
I asked.
"No, I am just using the power of the devil to speed up the day of judgment.
When the doomsday judgment comes, it will be the day when my mission is completed.
Only then can I be sublimated, and these wings can truly grow."
This guy is a lunatic, and it was only then that I discovered his true intentions.
Because you want to go to heaven and enjoy yourself as soon as possible, you must complete the tasks assigned by God.
But God knows when the Doomsday Judgment will come, so in order to speed up the process, this grandson wants to use the power of demons to corrupt the world and make the Doomsday Judgment come early, so that his mission can be completed.
"Haha, you are really selfish.
You sacrifice others for yourself," I said with a cold smile
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