I made up myths in America

Chapter 72 Angel
Due to the time difference, it was only around 1 a.m. in Los Angeles, USA, but it was already past 9 a.m. in Santiago, Spain.

This time is when the Santiago Cathedral is most crowded.

Because there have been so many believers coming to worship recently, they opened the cathedral one hour earlier, from 10 a.m. to 9 a.m.

Witnessing the miracle with their own eyes, both tourists who came simply to join in the fun and devout Christians felt tears welling up in their eyes, and they knelt on the ground and, under the guidance of those believers, recited psalms praising the Lord.

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

"Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord Almighty, your glory fills heaven and earth."

Their voices grew more and more unified and louder, so much so that pedestrians on another street could hear them even hundreds of meters away.

These chants of praise also made the silver cross floating on the sarcophagus of Saint James in the church emit a brighter and brighter white light.

People bathed in the sacred light, feeling warm all over as if they were returning to their mother's arms.

Believers who had some minor ailments or illnesses suddenly found that their ailments disappeared.

A female believer who came to the church with her mother who suffered from Alzheimer's disease even found that her mother's confused eyes regained clarity for the first time, raised her head, and called her name correctly.

"Woo woo, Mom, you're finally back."

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly.

These miracles also made the believers around Santiago Cathedral more fanatical.

More and more people gathered here, or excitedly called their relatives and asked them to come over immediately.

"Stop reading it, it's too noisy."

Just when Father Jacob from the Vatican and several other priests thought that this would be another great miracle recorded in religious history,
Suddenly, the sarcophagus opened and a hand stretched out from inside, grabbed the silver cross that was emitting dazzling light in mid-air, and threw it far away.

(((;;)))
The sounds of hymns and chanting in the church suddenly became quieter.

Everyone stared blankly at the man who stood up from the sarcophagus of Saint James. He was wearing a black priest robe and seemed not to have woken up yet. There was a bit of sleepiness on his face. He stretched lazily. Suddenly, they didn't know what to do.

Bishop Francisco, the head of the Santiago Cathedral, was also confused when he saw this.

This... This seems a little different from the plot he imagined, where Saint Jacob would be resurrected and then dispel the American evil god.

And did the historical saint Jacob look like this?
Bishop Francisco, feeling taboo, looked up and secretly glanced at the mysterious man who walked out of the sarcophagus.

I found that he had a tough and cold face, a beard, and even looked a little unkempt.
Her hair and pupils were dark brown, and her slightly curly long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

No matter how you look at it, he looks different from the first apostle who was martyred in history, Saint James, the son of Zebedee and brother of the Apostle John.

After all, there is a self-portrait of Saint James that has been passed down!!!
"This, this..." After analyzing it this way, Bishop Francisco became even more confused.

Father Jacob and several other priests from the Vatican immediately realized that the other party should be Mr. Van Helsing mentioned in Father Bainward's notes.

They stepped forward with excitement and some trepidation, bowed, and said respectfully:
"Mr. Van Helsing, we are priests from the Vatican. We found this place based on the notes left by Father Bainward."

For some reason, Jacob spoke the truth unnaturally in front of the other party.

The silver cross that Van Helsing had thrown out flew back aggrievedly and rubbed his arm.

"It goes without saying."

Van Helsing raised his hand to interrupt Jacob. He swept his gaze calmly over the silent congregation inside and outside the church, and said in a cold Latin tone:
"I no longer have any connection with the Vatican. Just tell me where that evil god is."

"In Los Angeles, USA, that is the New World discovered by Italian navigator Columbus in 1492."

Jacob even went out of his way to explain to Van Helsing what country the United States was.

But he suddenly fell silent halfway through his speech.

The same was true for the several Vatican priests behind him and the believers and tourists further away, all of whom had their eyes wide open at this moment.

Because the man who looked a little unkempt just now was now holding a cross, and his eyes turned into a sacred golden color.

It was as if a scorching white light materialized and emanated from his body, instantly illuminating the entire Santiago Cathedral and forming a circle of incomparably holy white aura at his feet.

As the white flames rose, a pair of dazzling wings of light condensed behind him. The almost solid holy wings shocked everyone present so much that they even forgot to breathe.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the church.

until
With a loud bang, Van Helsing flapped his wings and turned into a streak of white light and disappeared into the horizon.

People seemed to have regained their ability to think, looking at the invisible light in the sky, and they belatedly realized that they had actually seen a real angel today!!!

"Oh, God."

I don’t know how many people expressed their feelings at the same time at this moment, feeling that their experience today could be written into a best-selling book, and maybe even made into a movie.

At this moment, a Boeing plane happened to be flying over Santiago, Spain.

A little boy, who was a bit bored and almost falling asleep, saw a flash of white light in the sky. His eyes widened immediately, and he raised his hand excitedly, pointing out the window and said, "Mom, look, there's an angel!!"

(End of this chapter)