I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 624 The 3D zone doesn't have Tifa, just like the West doesn't have...
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Upon hearing Imhotep's words,
The angel holding the spear was taken aback.

This place is the Lord's holy city, so naturally the inhabitants are the Lord's believers. No!

With a single glance, the angel discovered that the city was shrouded in countless resentments, grief, death, and curses!
These negative emotions are impossible for ordinary people to perceive, and even ordinary superhumans are unaware of them; but as the 'Archangel', Longinus can naturally perceive these sorrows clearly, and finds them quite 'fresh'.

The targets of these 'negative mental fluctuations' were none other than those kneeling before him, begging him to 'kill the enemy'!
"you."

Faced with the gaze cast by the 'angel', the crowd that had been shouting just moments before immediately lowered their heads in humility.

"Honorable servant of the Lord, what instructions do you have?"

A priest stepped forward and cautiously inquired of the angel in the sky.

“You are burdened with sins—you are not residents of this city, but rather those who have moved here: I ask you, why have you slaughtered the inhabitants of this place?”

what? !

Once this question was raised,
Not to mention the pastor, everyone who 'heard' these words was stunned.

Isn't this our 'Promised Land'? Killing those who occupy this place is not a matter of course—

Of course, even if the guys who occupied this city were completely out of their minds, they wouldn't dare to rebuke this 'angel': on the shoulder of the towering golden statue outside the city, a high priest of ancient Egypt was still watching the show with leisure.

They were even hoping the 'angels' would defeat the enemy!

"The Lord's faithful servant, because..."

It was the same pastor who boldly answered.

"They are heretics!"

"Do they force people not to believe in the Lord, or do they kill believers and plunder their wealth and wives and children?"

The angel in the sky asked in return.

"This"

The pastor was completely baffled by this question.

They've always been the ones bullying others, how could it be their turn to be bullied? Back then, they only had five settlements, and it was only with the help of "Good Son" that they were able to establish this base, and then they marched all the way to this city, driving out all the people inside: those who refused to leave, well, they didn't have to leave!

Under the angel's 'watchful eye,' the pastor couldn't utter a single lie and could only repeatedly emphasize:
"But they are heretics!"

Of course, this so-called 'heretic' label was also something they labeled on each other.

"Just because they are heretics, does that give you the right to kill them at will?"

The angel in the sky questioned sharply, his voice carrying a strong sense of disbelief and obvious anger, echoing repeatedly in everyone's minds:
"When did the Lord allow you to do this?!"

thump thump thump,

As the angel questioned him, a chorus of kneeling sounds erupted.

"Disciples of the Lord should treat unbelievers with gentleness and deep respect."

The angel in the sky spoke softly, but his magnificent words echoed in every corner of the city, making it impossible for anyone to pretend they hadn't heard them.

"Do not slander people, do not be belligerent; be reasonable and treat everyone with kindness."

These two sentences come from 2 Timothy and Titus in the Bible, respectively, and are both teachings of the Lord.

“Be upright among the nations, so that even the unbelievers may see your good deeds and glorify the Lord on the day when He searches.”

The widespread popularity of any religion must have its reasons: wisdom, experience, kindness, and beauty. As for how these scriptures are distorted, that is the business of later generations, and also their sin.

"Have your actions fulfilled even a fraction of the Lord's way?!"

"Ahhhh~~~"

"No, that's not the case!"

At this, countless people below clutched their heads and collapsed to the ground in agony: what attacked them was not an angel, but those 'negative spiritual forces' that had been given power by the angel's words.

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People often use the word 'master' to justify their own interests; do you really believe it?
Under the angel's 'questioning,' those with more 'sins' suffer more and more, let alone dare to question: The Middle Eastern tyrant has been established for over seventy years, transforming from a settlement of five small towns into a 'nation' with a population of ten million. Where have all the people who once lived on this land gone? It goes without saying.

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

The priest, also swaying unsteadily, instinctively shouted:

"This is from the New Testament—?!"

The pastor stopped talking halfway through his speech.

Indeed, the vast majority of Yahweh churches worldwide believe in the New Testament, written by the 'Lord' who walks on earth. The Middle Eastern bullies, however, adhere to their Old Testament, in which they alone are 'Lord's' chosen people, and no one else is worthy.

But saying such things is tantamount to admitting that one is:
"heresy."

The 'angel' in the sky coldly uttered a single word.

???

This transformation was so absurd that even high-ranking officials from various countries, who were watching through reconnaissance aircraft, local cameras, and tourists with live-streaming equipment or even their mobile phones, found it both ridiculous and laughable.

For a long time,

You are the 'heretics' in the eyes of the angels.

thud,

He plopped down on the ground, warm water spreading beneath him. According to his earlier 'theory,' the Egyptian high priest wouldn't even need to lift a finger; an angel from heaven would have already pierced them with a spear!
"If I find one righteous person in this city, I will forgive the whole country for their sake."

The 'angel' in the sky shook its head in disappointment and put away the spear it had been pointing at Imhotep.

“There is no ‘Lord’ here, nor are there any ‘Lord’s’ followers.”

Then it has nothing to do with him!

brush----

Its pure white wings unfolded, and then it suddenly flapped them.

call out----

The 'angel' soared into the sky, transformed into a beam of light, and flew away.

It flew away

gone
了

"Pah, pah, pah!"

A clapping sound rang out, slow and deep yet extremely penetrating;

Like a high-ranking priest applauding in admiration after watching a spectacular gladiatorial match.

In fact, the applause did come from a 'high priest of ancient Egypt': Imhotep's Hand; he gestured with interest towards the beautiful woman beside him with his chin.

"Look, these are slaves."

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"My lord! My lord!"

"We can... no, please let us submit to you!"

"Yes, yes, whatever you want, we'll give it to you with both hands! You are our 'master'!"

Sure enough, the next second, the people in the city, realizing that the 'angel' they thought had saved them had decisively left, knelt down in the direction of the golden statue and shouted their submission: without the power to support them, they were nothing.

Myths were like this, nation-building was like this, and it remains so today!

"Unfortunately, even as slaves, you are too weak and too boring."

Imhotep waved his hand, this time he did not use the method of burying with yellow sand: after all, this was the place guarded by that 'angel', and even if the high priest did not care about that angel, he had to give face to the 'master' behind him: simply put, the other party had the power that he deserved to be treated equally.

"I'm not Moses—"

They saved the ancestors of these slaves, yet they still had to endure their questioning, harassment, and even murder: it was a miracle they didn't die of anger on the spot.

Buzzing buzzing buzzing

A chilling sound rang out, and the robes draped over the enormous golden statue began to fall continuously, transforming into a surging bronze 'tide'.

No, this is not a tide, but hundreds of millions of insects!

Scarab beetle!
"It's time to get down to business."

With a wave of the high priest's hand, a terrifying swarm of insects, as numerous as a tidal wave, surged into the city, and countless people let out their final screams.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Countless insects, covered in hard armor that shimmered with bronze, pale green, or deep blue light, spread out like a tide; upon encountering any living creature, they immediately burrowed into its body, feeding, laying eggs, and hatching beneath its skin.
Then it exploded again, and even more scarabs surged out and rushed to other places.

These 'scarabs' are not particularly strong, but their ever-increasing numbers make up for it all: when dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of scarabs pounce on you, tearing through your skin and burrowing into your flesh, there is only one way out for the people living in this city!
Glug,

The 'black tide' engulfed everything in its path, leaving not even bones behind, but only a 'clean' city. Amir couldn't help but swallow hard.

Although he had dreamed of revenge countless nights, the current cruel scene still made him turn pale.

"Nothing in the world is more than this."

The bald high priest turned his head slightly to instruct his disciple.

"Plunder, lay eggs, hatch—this process symbolizes nature's creation, resurrection, and transformation."

This is also why the Egyptians regarded the scarab beetle as sacred: its behavior of rolling dung balls on the ground was seen by the ancient Egyptians as a symbol of the sun god rolling the sun, symbolizing reincarnation and creation.

Now that I have returned, I will certainly not let you be harmed in this life.

The bald priest took Anzunam's hand affectionately, a fierce and menacing look flashing across his face.

Regardless of how 'he' is described in mythology, what he is about to do is utterly rebellious!

Compared to this, the mere assassination of the Pharaoh is as insignificant as crushing an ant.

"God? Hmph~~"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"The Middle Eastern little tyrant is finished,"

Such words were uttered by countless powerful and influential people.

It wasn't just this country; their faith was finished too: the moment that 'angel' flew away, it had already sealed their fate!
In fact, even European and American countries disapprove of these self-proclaimed "chosen ones": if it weren't for their strategic needs, where would these guys have the opportunity to jump around like this?
Do they really think they can establish themselves in the Middle East because of the grace of 'God'?

Well, those remaining guys...
It wasn't just the surrounding countries; even nations like Germany and England were secretly plotting something.

Why not use them as 'gifts' to curry favor with the high priest?
They don't have extraordinary abilities.

But they are capable of beating up a bunch of 'fallen dogs', and they are very capable of it!
Anyway, these guys have already proven that the so-called 'master' doesn't even want to give them a second glance, so what's there to be afraid of?
(End of this chapter)