only god

Chapter 430 The Age of Magic and Miracles
Mesia knew that Silas had received a mission from God, and that mission had a great relationship with the new era mentioned by God, similar to Solamus who once blew the trumpet for the kingdom of heaven.

The youngest archangel can't help but have doubts. Is the experience of those exiles part of Silas's mission?

"What are you thinking?"

Silas looked at the Logos people on the ground with interest, glanced at Mesia inadvertently, and asked the question after noticing the vigilance in the latter's eyes.

"... Silas, is their current situation your mission?"

Mesia asked after hesitation.

Silas turned to look at him amusedly,
"Maisia, plots and doubts really haunt you, and it actually made you think like this.

As I said, in this story, I did nothing and played nothing. "

Seeing that he was so swearing, Mesia had no choice but to be skeptical, and then the archangel couldn't help asking:

"Then... what are you going to do next?
How will you fulfill the mission entrusted by God? "

Silas did not give an answer directly, but said:
"Maisia, that is the mission God has entrusted to me.

What I'm going to do, only God knows, besides me. "

Mesia should trust Silas, who is also an archangel, but after witnessing the split of the Logos, Mesia always has a vague suspicion of Siles.

He no longer trusted Silas as much as before.

But even if you don't trust, so what?
Silas has been given a mission by God, and now, he is going to fulfill the mission that belongs to him.

"You...wouldn't tell me anyway, would you?"

Messia asked softly.

Schillers tactfully rebuffed:
"If I make any results, I will let you be the first witness."

Mesia sighed helplessly. Although he felt uneasy about Silas, Silas was also an archangel in the kingdom of heaven, just like himself, an archangel created directly by the Spirit of God.

Anyway, archangels never fall like mortals, do they?
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After bidding farewell to Mesia, Silas stepped into the celestial kingdom.

Seen from a distance, the stars are like sand, relying on each other, but when you step into the celestial kingdom, you can find how far apart the stars that seem to rely on each other are.

In this vast distance, there is nothing but endless void.

Schillers went to the depths of the celestial kingdom.

The deeper you get closer, the fewer stars you can see, and the brilliance that can cover the night sky becomes dimmer. The depths are extremely empty, and there is no light in the vast darkness. The depths of the celestial kingdom are like a dark abyss. Devouring countless things.

Silas stopped, and he looked around, confirming that he had come to a darkness without light.

"This is it..."

Silas whispered.

The deepest part of this celestial kingdom is like the farthest place in the whole world from the holy kingdom where God lives.

Silas hissed out the snake letter, and slowly stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and saw a thick cloud of pure white mist condensed in the palm.

The archangel slowly put down the cloud in his hand, and the latter was suspended in mid-air, and as the wings flapped, strands of angelic light sprinkled, the cloud rolled up and began to spread in all directions.

Above the kingdom of heaven, the angels rely on the sea of ​​clouds created by God to create all kinds of wonders that do not belong to the world.

The surging sea of ​​clouds is the cornerstone for them to display their talents.

Silas brought a cloud of mist out of the kingdom of heaven, and came to the depths of this infinitely dark celestial body kingdom, just to create something here.

As the cloud and mist continued to spread, it had already stretched thousands of miles in a short period of time, and Silas quietly waited for the end of the spread.

Soon after, the spreading speed of the cloud and mist slowed down and became extremely stagnant. It seemed that it had reached its limit.

Silas set foot on the sea of ​​clouds in this celestial kingdom, placed in the vast night sky, how insignificant the sea of ​​clouds under his feet was.

But its meaning is far better than the stars competing for glory.

Silas stretched out his hand above the sea of ​​clouds, and he spread his six wings. The light of God that bathed in him day and night seemed to pour out at this moment, enveloping the entire sea of ​​clouds and Silas together.

Countless pictures flashed in the archangel's eyes in the blink of an eye, and then he stretched out his hand amidst the endless brilliance, raised his hand, and the clouds and brilliance fused together, their shapes were distorted, and their appearance was changed. Remodeling, constantly changing various shapes.

A moment later, amidst the thick clouds and mist, a brand new life slowly walked out of it.

Silas stared at his creation.

It was a life formed by the fusion of light and mist. It was young and ignorant, its clear eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement, its whole body was the body of a snake and the head of a human, and there was no concept of wisdom in its muddled mind.

"It worked...it worked.

This is my... original life! "

Silas murmured to himself with some excitement.

It is not that the Archangel Siles has created life. When the kingdom of heaven was still the dream of God, the archangels once created sub-angels, but that was not the original creation of the archangels, it was more like following the blueprint given by God Create.

But the life with a human head and a snake body in front of him is Schillers' own original creation.

What kind of life is that?

On the earth, although there are many mortal lives and each has its own vision, in the final analysis, they all need water, food and other nutrients to survive, and the life created by Siles is completely different.

It lives not on water or food, but on good thoughts.

Good thoughts are their nourishment, they regard good thoughts as wheat or other grains of mortals, live in the spiritual world, parasitize on the hearts of mortals, use the power of the soul as their strength, and take the source of the soul as their source .

That is a new type of life that has never existed in this world-spiritual life.

Silas is full of anticipation for his creation.

Standing on the sea of ​​clouds, the ignorant life raised its head and looked up at the angel wrapped in wings. He saw his majestic face, and the brilliance between the wings was like the source of everything, controlling the destiny of the entire race.

In its ears, a boundless and magnificent sound resounded.

"You are my creation,

Hear my thoughts and obey my name. "

At that scene, it was like a god, showing to his creation his unswerving loyalty until death, and his unbreakable faith for thousands of years.

In Silas's mind, he would be like Solamus, blowing the horn of the changing era, and that... would be an era of magic and miracles.

(End of this chapter)