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Chapter 624 Angels Arrive
The faint light emanating from the devout believers initially did not cause much of a stir.

However, when this light is no longer an isolated case, but spreads like wildfire among the people, the profound meaning behind it can no longer be ignored.

Zhang Qi and Ye stood on a high hill, looking down at their homes that were being rebuilt.

The survivors' faces were filled with long-lost hope as they worked, quietly reciting passages from the Bible.

Whenever someone is exhausted or injured, a companion will place his hand on him and chant, "Where his light shines, all sickness and calamity will vanish."

Then a warm golden light shone, dispelling fatigue and soothing wounds.

The essence of this force is pure positive energy, a kind of enhancement and completion of the most fundamental aspects of life.

In Ye's consciousness, billions of data streams surged endlessly. He could clearly "see" that this energy was not generated out of thin air, but was "borrowed" from a vast and boundless energy source through a "link" that he could not fully analyze.

"Do you feel it?"

Zhang Qi's voice was calm, but his gaze was as deep as the sea.
"This power originates from the same source as the holy light of the angels."

Your 'path of faith' has inadvertently built a bridge, connecting your believers on one end and... the holy light of the angels on the other.

Ye nodded. As a slave who had lived under the Holy Light for decades, he knew this power better than anyone else.

Just like a water channel running through mountains and valleys, water from higher places will naturally flow to lower places, and energy will also flow from higher energy levels to lower energy levels, just like electric current.

The source of holy light, accumulated over countless eons, is a lake atop a high mountain, and the devout prayers of his followers establish a link between the holy light and his own sacred texts.

The combination of the two has created the miracle we see today.

Believers do not need complicated practices; as long as they hold the most sincere faith in the "Savior" and recite the words of the "Bible," they can invoke the power of that distant heaven and perform all kinds of incredible miracles.

"Using the thoughts of all beings as a key, I unlocked the door to the treasure trove of others."

Ye's tone was completely calm; he was simply stating a fact.

"It's not just turning it on, you've actually connected a water pipe directly to the bottom of someone else's reservoir."

Zhang Qi smiled, not caring at being discovered.

The world’s earliest religions often originated from ignorance and awe.

Unexpectedly, in this apocalyptic world, it appeared in this way.

"That would be a bit troublesome."

Ye looked up, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, as if it could pierce through endless space.

Trouble came faster than expected.

Several days later, just as the survivors had begun to build a rudimentary city on the wasteland, the sky... cracked open.

That wasn't a dark cloud, nor a storm.

The leaden-gray sky, like a fragile piece of glass, was shattered in the middle by an irresistible force, and a waterfall of pure golden light poured down, dyeing the entire world in a sacred color.

The endless hymns seemed to resound from every corner of the universe, grand and solemn, yet carrying a soul-stirring pressure.

The air became as thick as mercury, and the bones of every mortal groaned under the unbearable weight of this divine power. Many people could not even stand up and collapsed to their knees.

At the end of the golden light, countless figures slowly descended.

They were clad in pristine white armor, with wings of light on their backs and holy swords in their hands; each of them exuded a terrifying aura comparable to that of a high-level expert.

Before the countless angels stood two beings whose auras were as deep as the sea, almost crushing the very fabric of space.

A figure clad in golden divine armor, wielding a holy sword ablaze with flames, possessed a dignified countenance and eyes filled with the cold indifference of judging all.

The other held a silver horn, his expression compassionate yet equally imposing.

Michael, the chief of the Seraphim.

Gabriel, the voice of God. Behind him, there were legions of seraphim and phalluses, each with different forms and emanating different laws, surrounding these two supreme commanders of the angelic race like stars around the moon.

The crowd was plunged into complete panic and turmoil; despair once again gripped their throats.

Hua's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

As a former slave of the angels, she knew better than anyone what kind of absolute and irresistible power those beautiful and sacred figures in the sky represented.

"Thieves who use mob tactics to steal are blaspheming the sacred light... and deserve to die!"

Michael's voice was not loud, but it was like a divine decree, resounding clearly deep within everyone's soul.

His gaze, like an invisible sword, pierced through the commotion of tens of thousands of people below and locked precisely on Ye.

With just one glance, he saw through the essence of Jesus' power—the path of a "false god" that uses the prayers of all beings as leverage to pry open and steal the source of holy light.

All eyes—those of fear, doubt, and pleading—were instantly drawn to Jehovah.

Hua gripped the hem of Jehovah's robe tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort, his eyes filled with pleading and fear.

Ye turned around, and there was not a trace of panic in his eyes, which reflected billions of data streams.

He simply gave Hua a reassuring look.

His gaze was calm yet resolute, as if to say: I've got you covered.

Then, he gently pushed away Hua's hand, and alone, he walked out of the crowd, to the very front of all the believers, and looked up at the legion of angels that covered the entire sky.

On the high hill, Zhang Qi stood with his arms crossed, quietly watching the scene without making a move.

This is a battle for Jesus, and the first insurmountable barrier he must personally overcome on his path to "becoming a god through faith."

Michael's patience had clearly run out.

He said nothing more, but slowly raised the Fiery Holy Sword in his hand.

Endless holy light converged towards the tip of the sword, compressed and condensed, and finally transformed into a holy light spear that seemed capable of piercing through the entire world.

He didn't even aim, because in his view, with this strike, the "thieves" below, along with those bewitched "ants," and the filthy land beneath their feet, would all be purified into the most primitive particles.

"boom--!"

The spear was thrown.

There was no sonic boom because its speed had already exceeded that of sound.

Space is torn apart like paper before it, and time stands still around it.

It was a beam of light that encapsulated the two concepts of "destruction" and "purification," an absolute strike capable of obliterating everything below the level of sainthood.

Faced with this devastating blow, Ye remained unmoved.

He simply stretched out his hand, and the "Bible" that contained all his miracles and authority appeared out of thin air, hovering in his palm.

He didn't look at the approaching spear of death, but instead focused his gaze on the "Bible" he had written himself.

The pages of the book moved on their own without any wind, making a rustling sound.

The next moment, countless intricate golden spells surged forth from the pages of the book like living things, frantically intertwining, extending, and constructing before him.

Amidst the flashing light, an incredibly profound and ancient pattern slowly unfolded before Ye.

It is a magnificent blueprint that consists of ten origins and twenty-two paths, symbolizing the structure of all things in the universe.

That was... the prototype of the Kabbalah Tree of Life...

(End of this chapter)