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Chapter 203 The Spear of Destiny
Macron is not the only one with this question.

Leaders from around the world are closely watching the movements of the archangel in the Gaza Strip.

I can't ignore it.

The way Tiamat, the ancient Babylonian mother goddess, made her entrance was absolutely terrifying!!

The sudden disappearance of the moon across the entire UTC+2 to UTC+4 time zone has caused a huge uproar worldwide.

Even if governments wanted to block this news, they couldn't.

People can see the ever-spreading 'blackness' in outer space simply by pointing a telescope at the sky.

Perhaps it won't be long before they arrive on Earth.

In this situation, people subconsciously placed their hopes on Metatron, who was known as 'Little Jehovah,' and prayed to him devoutly.

"Lord, may your will be done. If you permit, please deliver me from this danger."

“Father God, forgive our sins and protect us from all evil. Amen.”

Metatron was essentially a Heroic Spirit endowed with the innate divine power of "Illumination" by Lu Bai, so of course he heard these voices.

The icy indifference on her face gradually melted away.

It seemed that it had originally intended to sit idly by and watch humanity, now filled with evil, perish, but at this moment it suddenly changed its mind. Looking up at the sky, the three pairs of white wings behind it, shimmering with holy light, gently fluttered and turned into a streak of light, disappearing from the spot.

It soon appeared in outer space.

His eyes, gleaming with divine light, swept over the astronauts on the International Space Station, and he said softly:

"Do not be afraid, for God is with you."

This statement seems to be addressed not only to the six astronauts, but also to all Christians on Earth.

Many people's panicked hearts instantly calmed down, and they sat in front of the television, silently praying for the archangel.

At this moment, Metatron had already turned his back to Earth, staring directly at the viscous black mud in front of him, which resembled a vast ocean. He said coldly, "Tiamat, leave. This place no longer belongs to you."

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Upon hearing this, the viscous black mud stretching between the Earth and the Moon, resembling a vast black ocean, surged violently. A breathtakingly beautiful blue-haired girl, as radiant as the cold, bright moon, appeared. Barefoot, she stepped onto the black mud, her purplish-red eyes like a pool of desolate, stagnant water. Her voice was completely flat as she spoke:
"No, don't block me; I want to go home."

As she spoke, she raised her right hand and tapped it lightly. Thick, destructive, purplish-red lightning bolts appeared in front of her, their power terrifying, and shot towards Metatron.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Faced with the purplish-red lightning bolt shooting towards him, Metatron frowned slightly and raised his hand to wave.

A divine light shone forth, first carrying the nearby International Space Station away from the area.

Unexpectedly, the archangel thought of them first at this moment. The astronauts in the space station were deeply moved. They pressed their faces against the observation window, staring unblinkingly at the archangel's noble and holy figure.

Then they were blinded by the light.

Light!!

An incredibly intense platinum-gold light burst forth in the pitch-black outer space.

Those were the three pairs of holy wings behind the archangel, rapidly extending until they expanded to an exaggerated extent that blotted out the sky.

No, that's not right.

An astronaut on the space station shook his head and counted carefully.

It turns out it didn't have six wings at all, but thirty-six wings!!
This is the number of wings that the archangel Metatron possessed, as recorded in the Book of Enoch.

Now that she had fully unleashed her power, she displayed her complete strength, easily blocking the incoming purplish-red lightning.

Streaks of crimson lightning struck the white barrier formed by holy light, only to be quickly deflected and sent flying in the opposite direction from Earth.

Asteroids or meteorite fragments that blocked its path evaporated instantly, like air.

As Earth's satellite, the Moon also unfortunately suffered several attacks of purplish-red lightning.

Several unusually conspicuous red scars appeared on the grayish-white surface. Even the largest crater on the moon, the huge basin named Bailey Crater, was not this exaggerated.

"My God, is this a battle between gods?!"

"Can our archangel win?"

"You bastard, what kind of outrageous idea is that?"

Whether it's the International Space Station or other means of monitoring the battlefield, high-ranking officials from various countries subconsciously clenched their fists, their faces tense, and cold sweat dripping down their backs.

This level of destructive power is just too over-the-top!

If their archangel truly loses, and Tiamat descends upon Earth, what will the consequences be?
bah bah bah.

As soon as the idea came to mind, many people quickly shook their heads, banishing this outrageous thought from their minds.

Their archangel will absolutely not lose!!

In outer space, Metatron certainly wouldn't allow himself to be attacked.

She raised her hand and conjured a holy sword in the void, then swung it far ahead.

boom! !

A magnificent beam of light cleaved through the boundless black ocean beneath Tiamat's feet, crushing towards her.

The pitch-black outer space was instantly illuminated.

Tiamat, however, neither dodged nor avoided the dazzling beam of light, which struck her like a star. Her body swayed like a bubble, and the damaged parts were quickly repaired by the endless, sticky black mud beneath her feet.

A moment later, she, who was unharmed from the attack, tilted her head slightly, her azure eyes silently watching Metatron, as if to say, 'That's it?'

This sarcasm is even more effective than simply speaking directly.

Seeing this, Metatron expressionlessly dismissed the Holy Light Greatsword in his hand, abandoned his basic attack, and chose to unleash his ultimate skill directly.

Thirty-six white wings on her back instantly closed, enveloping her figure and releasing a blindingly bright platinum-gold light.

From a distance, it looks like another sun rising in the dark universe.

"The omniscient and omnipotent will be the ruler."

And from inside this 'sun' came Metatron's icy voice.

These thirty-six wings quickly unfolded again.

A divine beam of light, seemingly capable of piercing through stars, shot out from Metatron's clasped palms, instantly penetrating Tiamat's body and continuing its trajectory, obliterating dozens of asteroids along the way, before crashing into Mars approximately 2.2 million kilometers away, creating a colossal mushroom cloud.

"Guru!!"

Inside the Élysée Palace in France, the battle had far exceeded their expectations, leaving the conference room eerily quiet except for the sound of swallowing.

At that moment, these French officials were both shocked and proud.

The shock was that Metatron was so strong; no wonder he was an angel with the title of 'Little Jehovah'.

What they were most proud of was Metatron's current appearance, sporting the face of Joan of Arc, which made them, the French, feel a strong sense of identification. "However, after enduring such a terrifying attack, Tiamat should at least be injured, right?"

Macron looked at the video and saw large patches of black mud still lingering in outer space, and he seemed somewhat uncertain.

"It seems not, Your Excellency."

In the pitch-black outer space, at the moment when Timayat's human form was shattered.

The six astronauts who were able to witness this epic mythical battle up close felt a chill run down their spines, as if something truly terrifying was about to awaken.

And as it turned out, their intuition was correct!

After her human form as the Fateful Daughter was defeated, Timayat revealed her true form.

The vast expanse of black mud that stretched between the Earth and the Moon began to boil and converge towards the center, forming a mature woman whose size had increased dozens of times. She had two horns that snaked downwards from her head, flowing with fiery red light of destruction, and enormous wings on her back, resembling a queen of hell.

The light flashing in her scarlet eyes was no longer desolation, but hatred—hatred for humanity and for the world.

“I have given birth to many lives and have been loved by all living beings, but the children have used me as a diving board and left me. I want to love them forever and want them to stay by my side forever. Is all my love wrong?!”

As soon as those hoarse, deep words fell, Tiamat raised her hand, and a purplish-red lightning bolt, far more terrifying than before, instantly spread throughout the surrounding space.

Some satellites that had not been able to evacuate from the vicinity exploded simultaneously, turning into a pile of space debris.

Metatron's holy light reacted automatically to the attack, transforming into archangels clad in platinum armor and wielding guns, swords, and scepters.

As soon as these angels appeared, they immediately called out the holy name and rushed towards the crimson storm of lightning.

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

"Lord of hosts, you will break them with your iron rod; you will smash them like a potter's earthenware!"

Each time these 'angels of power' who called upon the name of Jehovah waved their weapons, they could extinguish an incoming bolt of crimson lightning.

But there were simply too many of these lightning bolts; they couldn't possibly destroy them all.

Soon, on the International Space Station, which had already flown far away, the archangel's radiant figure was completely surrounded by these purple-red lightning bolts, under the worried and fearful eyes of the six astronauts.

Her thirty-six wings folded together, flashing with intense white light. The holy light and the purple-red lightning intertwined and canceled each other out, like a strangely colored cocoon.

Timayat gently placed her hand on the 'large cocoon'.

next second.

boom! !

Like falling meteors, the two streaked across the atmosphere with a whooshing roar, leaving a long, brilliant, fiery red trail as they hurtled through the air. Their speed increased rapidly, and half the sky was illuminated by the red light, as if it were on fire.

Looking up at the sky from the ground, a white light twinkled like a star amidst the fiery clouds, and in the blink of an eye, it fell into the Indian Ocean near the Maldives.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The next second, a deafening roar erupted.

Rumbling--

The ocean trembled incessantly, emitting earth-shattering explosions, while colossal waves surged on the surface, sending countless drops of seawater soaring into the sky and then crashing down like a torrential downpour.

"Oh, God."

High-ranking officials from various countries who witnessed this scene via military satellites stared wide-eyed and began to panic.

No way! Is Archangel Metatron no match for Tiamat?!

Meanwhile, in the French village of Don Remy, Joan of Arc, who had been leisurely enjoying her meal while watching satellite images sent to her by the French government, was...

Upon seeing this, he jumped up immediately, slapped his forehead in annoyance, and said:
"Damn it, it seems that this body resurrected through the Rat Charm is still too fragile. The archangel can't exert much of his strength at all."

"What should we do then, Your Majesty?!"

Pierre, the head of the French supernatural organization who had been waiting there for some time, asked cautiously upon hearing this.

"Only."

Jeanne Alter took out the half of the Tiger Talisman from her person, her face showing hesitation.

Thump! Thump! Thump!
Before she could make up her mind, a sacred light suddenly appeared in the satellite image, flying rapidly from the direction of Italy towards the Indian Ocean.

"Eh?"

Jeanne Alter opened her eyes wide in surprise upon seeing this.

Go back a few minutes.

That is, when Metatron was forced to fold his wings and defend himself due to Tiamat's offensive.

Inside St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican.

Many Catholics spontaneously gathered here, kneeling before the statue of Jesus and praying for the Archangel Metatron.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."

This is something Christians all over the world do, so there's nothing to be surprised about.

But as the Catholics in St. Peter's Basilica continued their prayers, they discovered that God seemed to have truly performed a miracle before them.

Countless metal fragments burst forth from beneath the church, floating above St. Peter's Basilica, shimmering with an intense holy light.

"Oh, God."

Under their incredibly excited gazes, the blazing white light emanating from these blackened metal fragments grew stronger and stronger. Finally, they shed their superficial appearance, revealing their golden essence, and joined together to become an incomparably magnificent golden spear that exuded a sacred and majestic aura.

"It's the Holy Lance Longinus!!"

Upon seeing this, the name of the holy lance instantly came to mind for the devout believers present.

When Jesus was crucified, to determine whether he was truly dead, a centurion named Longinus thrust a spear into Jesus' side. Blood gushed from the muzzle, staining the entire spear red.

At that moment, Jesus truly breathed his last.

The rest of the story is unnecessary to elaborate on; all that is needed is that this gun was stained with divine blood and from then on became a religious relic, also known as the Gun of Destiny.

It is said that whoever possesses this gun will hold the fate of the world in their hands.

Therefore, it was fought over by many European countries throughout history and eventually broke into three pieces.

To this day, museums in at least five countries claim that the Holy Lance Longinus is in their possession, and no one can tell the difference between the real and fake.

so.
So the real Spear of Destiny, Longinus, has always been with the Vatican all along?!

Lord, how much you care for your shepherds!

Upon hearing the news, Pope Francis, who rushed over at top speed, was so excited that he almost burst into tears.

He stepped forward, his body bathed in the holy light emanating from the Holy Lance. He first drew a large cross on his chest, then reached out his hand and carefully reached for it.

I felt empty.

Amidst the heartbroken gazes of numerous Catholics, the Spear of Destiny somehow evaded the Pope's hand and flew away!
(End of this chapter)