Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto - Chapter 1287

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On the East River in New York, Jiang Shui Taotao.

Standing in the center of the river, the sword-wielding angel has a huge halo on his head, and his sacred wings spread out, blooming with infinite brilliance.

The shaking of the American plate and the eruption of the Yellowstone volcanic group have brought unprecedented disasters to this land.

A full range of forty-nine states.

Natural disasters are rampant, and ** is rampant.

Magma, storms, acid rain, earthquakes, floods… have never been so dense, the population base has plummeted, buildings have collapsed, and cities have been destroyed one after another, as if the end of the world.

However, there is only one state exception.

New York State, guarded by Seraph, is the only region in the United States that is still calm.

In that dazzling holy light.

The volcanic ash shrouded in the sky was shattered by a powerful sweep, and the warm sunlight shone on New York, and people on the streets all stopped.

The floods and magma flowing from the west, the devastating tornadoes and acid rain, all natural disasters, were blocked outside New York by an invisible force.

It’s an angel!

That soft and holy light, like a mother’s loving embrace, enveloped the city.

It stopped floods and storms, blocked magma and acid rain, stopped earthquakes and landslides, and protected New York City from natural disasters.

“God…please show mercy!”

“Great angel, please save us and keep the disaster away from your faithful believers.”

People spontaneously knelt on both sides of the river bank.

Without any prompting, almost everyone was devout and knelt in front of the sword-wielding angel, folded their hands and prayed in a low voice.

For human beings who have fallen into despair, being able to witness the birth of miracles is tantamount to drowning people who have seized the only life-saving straw.

Want to save New York, save America.

In front of mankind, the only feasible way is to pray to this angel.

People kneeling on the ground to pray, the idea is actually very simple and very simple.

They don’t know why the disaster happened, but they know who to turn to for help.

Not the so-called government.

It is the one who appears in the world and walks the earth in the name of God, beyond reason and logic, the real God!

Since angels are real…

Then the God in the Bible must also exist. Isn’t the garden behind the giant bronze gate the legendary Yindian? !

“Almighty Father…”

“Please send down your blessings to redeem your lost lamb from danger.”

“Thy kingdom come, and thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

“Please save my life, for I am a pious man, O my God, O all-knowing and almighty Father, save the servant who trusts in you!”

“I will always remember your name.”

“Revere your name.”

“Know your name.”

“Recite your name.”

Tens of thousands of people chanted the Bible in a low voice and gathered into a huge force.

It is invisible, it is real.

This power comes from the deepest piety of human beings.

The so-called: believe there is, do not believe there is no.

In fact, it refers to this kind of devout, unadulterated, pure power of belief, the power of belief of all sentient beings!

The weak beliefs gathered into a torrent visible to the naked eye, pouring into the body of the sword-wielding angel, making her radiance even more dazzling.

Faith grows stronger.

And the holy brilliance that echoed it, with the blessing of faith, became like a sun, hovering over the rushing East River.

Seeing the angel holding the sword, there seemed to be a little glow in the depths of his lowered eyes.

The face shrouded in light has also become a little soft and compassionate, no longer as solemn and solemn as before.

If you have to describe it…

Presumably, the angels listened to their prayers and saw the catastrophe in the world, so she showed grief and compassion.

at this time!

An ethereal, ethereal, like a valley, a voice that seemed to be far and near, resounded in everyone’s heart at the same time.

“not enough……”

“To preach…my name…”

“Seraph… Son of Light… Deputy King of Heaven… St. Michael!”

Just three short sentences, setting off a storm in the crowd, no less than the terrifying storm brought about by the detonation of an atomic bomb.

hum!

For a time, everyone was shocked.

What an honor and a blessing the angels actually answered their prayers!

Being able to hear the voice of the angels with their own ears, to a certain extent, they are much better than the Vatican one, at least the latter can only listen to the voice of the little boy.

“Hey, did you just hear that?”

“I heard…the angel asked us to sing her name, does that mean…we are chosen by God?!”

“Michael, she is Michael!”

“I knew, what did I say to you? She must be Michael, only the blazing angel holding the sword of flame!”

“I know, I know!”

An old pastor stood up holding the Bible and shouted with tears in his eyes: “The only way to save America is to preach the name of St. Michael. Only in this way can we save those compatriots who are in danger and let the glory of the Lord descend. , redeem us lost lambs.”

As soon as the words came out, it was immediate.

The devout believers immediately expressed their high approval, while the rest of the people followed blindly and chose to agree.

“I have a media that I can spread the word about!”

“I have three newspapers!”

“We can go online and spread the word about this!”

“I just had a video!”

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People chattered about the plan.

Soon, the name of St. Michael, as well as the concept of appearing and saving the world, were spread little by little through radio, television, leaflets, running and telling, and so on.

Outside New York, those who are facing disaster, death, despair, and suffering are seeing a ray of light.

They have no choice.

People have realized how vulnerable the human beings, who claim to conquer the world, are under the disaster of nature.

God~www.mtlnovel.com~ save us!

Different people, but from the bottom of their hearts, are praying for one thing, and that is redemption.

The devout prayers gathered together into a huge force of faith, turned into thousands of golden streamers, and cut through the dark sky of the United States.

Like hundreds of rivers returning to the river, they merge into the sword-wielding angel.

humming-!

In the depths of her drooping eyes, you can see the burning glow, growing little by little, more and more dazzling and fiery!

The Yindian Garden behind the bronze door gradually became clearer, and it seemed to break through the boundary between virtual and reality and descend to the paradise on earth.

The flame… is burning!

And Michael, standing with a sword, can feel his authority, reaching unprecedented power, as if the whole world is under control.

And there is only one last chance left to break through that boundary!

“Wait for me… Lord!

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