He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

The four of them looked at each other.

In predominantly Muslim Sudan, there are still a minority of Christians.

Ababa was one of them. When he was young, Sudan had just gained independence, and British influence had not yet been eliminated.

He followed his father to the entrance of the English church, where the priest would give out food. There was a kind of delicious candy that was red and white, which he always remembered.

My father believed in traditional Voodoo, so he only took the food and didn't listen to the prayers. He said it was all evil and heretical.

Ababa asked his father, "Then why are you taking the British food?"

But the father said, "These chiefs have all paid."

But young Ababa remembered the warm, sun-drenched sound of prayer, a sound that brought him sweetness and peace.

The principle is roughly the same as that of "Pavlov's Dog". He was young at the time, which was the perfect time to establish a conditioned reflex, but he himself was unaware of it.

A glass window at the top of the church allows sunlight to stream through, casting a golden glow on the missionaries. It is said that angels descend to earth in this sunlight to spread the gospel of the Lord.

In the later years of his life, Ababa had few opportunities to come into contact with Christianity, but he still prayed silently to the Lord in his heart, because neither the rain god of Voodoo nor Allah had answered him or been able to save this broken nation. He could only watch his compatriots die in the flames of war time and time again.

They were all devout believers, yet they still died, which means their god did not exist.

Ababa lived to be 70 years old and fought on the front lines without dying, which shows that the Lord he believed in existed.

Today is the best proof that even when I was driven to the brink of despair, I didn't die, and the Lord even sent angels.

If it were last year, he wouldn't have believed in Asian angels.

After all, the angels in the Bible are all white, and I am black. Out of selfishness, I can accept the existence of black angels.

But angels of Asian descent are unheard of.

Until a few months ago, he saw the explosive news from the trenches that the Pope had recognized Hong Xiuquan as the second son of God.

At first, he scoffed at it.

But after learning more about Hong Xiuquan's experiences, he couldn't help but be moved to tears.

Hong Xiuquan, a national hero who responded to God's call to resist the invaders, how is he any different from me?
Ababa couldn't help but feel a deep mutual respect with Hong Xiuquan that transcended time and space.

The thought of claiming to be the third son of God flashed through his mind, but the black guy still had some pride and didn't do it.

He clung to Li Ji's leg, just like he had seen the missionary bathed in golden light at the entrance of the English church sixty years ago.

"Angels, save the people of Masalit!"

Li Ji's head was buzzing.

What the heck? What angels? What Masaliths? What does this have to do with anything? Isn't the plot moving too fast? I didn't see any recap.
Delulu quickly understood the current situation and communicated with everyone in interstellar language: "This person should be the resistance leader of some ethnic minority. He was driven to the brink of despair and found us to be so amazing that he mistook us for angels. In such backward and superstitious places, they wouldn't even guess that we are aliens, meow."

"After your personality changed, it felt like your IQ skyrocketed."

"Actually, I watched this video, meow."

Dailulu held the shattered phone and played the video that Ababa had just recorded.

Li Ji didn't care about the video; he just found Dai Lulu too strange. Usually, she would be yawning three times in a row by this time, but today he saw "humility" in her. It was truly unbelievable.

On the surface, Delulu remained calm, but inside she was in an uproar, the mad cat imprisoned within her was hissing violently.

"That damned Li Ji, how dare he mock me! Am I really that smart, meow? I can deduce things without even watching the video! This stupid bracelet, damn it, take it off right now!"

Li Ji helped Ababa up: "We are indeed here to help you, but you have to tell me what happened."

Ababa was about to speak when he heard shouts in Arabic coming from outside the cave: "Go in and kill that old bastard!"

Ababa reached for the pistol, but only saw Shark chewing on iron filings.

He glanced at the hole above his head and quickly moved the table below it.

“Four angels, hurry up and leave. I will hold them off.”

Ababa picked up a broken wooden stick and walked outside with a determined look in his eyes.

Li Ji grabbed his shoulder.

"You take a break, let us do it."

Ababa said anxiously, "No, that won't do. They're well-equipped, and they're ruthless killers!"

Lee Ki turned around and smiled confidently: "You forgot, we are angels."

Ababa sat on the rock, just like when he was ten years old, watching the four people's proud backs.

Shark Baby jumped up and down excitedly: "Li Ji, can I beat up the bad guys now?"

"Of course you can, but don't kick it too hard, or it won't pass censorship. It wouldn't be good if it scared the kids watching on screen."

Outside the cave, loudspeakers blared incessantly: "Ababa, if you don't want your soldiers to be dismembered, come out now!"

One by one, the black warriors, covered in blood, were bound and kneeling in a row, blood dripping from their faces and seeping from their clothes, staining the soil beneath them red.

The arrogant Arab soldiers brutally beat prisoners with the butts of their rifles for amusement, their laughter echoing throughout the room.

A lieutenant held a megaphone and kept shouting into the cave.

The commander of the unit, a middle-aged Arab man with the rank of captain and skin so dark it was almost indistinguishable from that of a Black man, leaned against an armored vehicle.

Beside the car, a man was sharpening a knife. It was a large, long military knife, with bloodstains on the blade, making an annoying hissing sound.

The captain lit a cigarette, and the man sharpening his knife asked, "Captain, why don't we just attack directly?"

The captain calmly flicked his cigarette ash: "That old man, Ababa, is incredibly cunning. He's been like this for years, like a damn cockroach that just won't die. The sudden collapse of the mountain, with the situation inside unknown, might just be that old bastard's trick. Rushing in would only result in more casualties."

"No rush, we've sealed off the entire mountain, he'll come out sooner or later."

"After fighting for so many years, the old man should die soon. Sharpen the knife; it's dulled from hacking at people in town. We'll use it to chop off this old man's head."

"If it weren't for this old man holding me back, I would have joined the main force to fight the government army long ago. All the military merits have been taken by others. Isn't that infuriating?"

The sound of sharpening the knife stopped abruptly.

"Captain, people are coming out of the cave. There seem to be four of them."

The captain suddenly sat up straight and saw four people coming out of the cave entrance. There were men and women, adults and children, as well as people of Asian and white descent.

"What's going on? Did those chimpanzees call the UN?"

"So what if it's the United Nations? The Israeli army still kills them."

"We don't have Israel's resources, do we?"

"Pretend you don't know anything, open fire!"

Looking at the vast army outside the cave, Shark Baby excitedly waved his arms and legs.

"Hunting time! Begin! Shark Baby Charge!" (End of Chapter)