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The screams echoed beneath the dome, lengthening, distorting, and finally turning into a wet, mournful sob.

The middle-aged priest's body hung on that wing like a dried fish.

Blood dripped down the white feathers and onto the marble floor with a soft sound, but in the silence of the moment, each drop was jarringly clear.

Elijah sensed it.

The wings were trembling, not in pain, but in excitement. The trembling came from the wing roots, like the satisfied sound of something being fed.

He pulled the wings out of the corpse, the blood-stained white feathers swirling in the air in an arc.

The middle-aged priest fell straight down, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

No one screamed inside the church.

To be precise, the believers did not scream.

There was no fear or confusion on their faces, only a natural solemnity.

What's so surprising about an angel killing a demon?

Although they couldn't see the demon's appearance, the angel stood there, his wings were real, his light was real, and if he said it was a demon, then it was a demon.

It was the clergy in the front row who finally couldn't hold back anymore.

The archdeacon was the first to stand up. He pointed at Elijah, his voice scathing: "He's not an angel! He's a demon! He's killing people! You all saw it, he's killing people!"

Several nuns also stood up and shouted desperately at the believers, "He's lying to you!"

"Open your eyes and look!"

The believers did indeed open their eyes.

They looked at the archdeacon, then at Elijah.

On one side was an old man, sweating profusely, shouting hoarsely, and looking disheveled.

On one side was a child enveloped in a pale golden light, with wings spread out on his back.

Who is the angel, and who is the devil?

The answer to this question is so straightforward that it requires no thought.

Who told them they didn't have wings?

Elijah looked at him, tilted his head, and smiled.

Then it moved.

The wings moved incredibly fast. The first victim was the archdeacon; the tip of the wing precisely pierced his throat, and the old man collapsed with a short, sharp gasp.

The second was the young deacon; before he could even turn around, a wing pierced his heart from behind.

Next came the nuns, the deacons, and the choir leader.

Elijah moved among the clergy, his wings opening and closing, each time taking a life with them.

The movements were swift and clean, without any unnecessary pauses. The white feathers were constantly stained red, and then quickly turned back to white in the pale golden light, as if the bloodstains themselves could not stain these wings.

The entire process takes no more than thirty seconds.

The church fell silent as the last clergyman's body slid down in front of the altar.

Then, Elijah felt a sudden, intense heat coming from behind him.

It's wings, but not the original two.

A third wing sprouted from the middle of his spine, the sound of bones growing like bamboo joints rising higher. The new wings unfolded, longer and denser than the first two, with a layer of almost transparent light at the tips.

Three-winged angel.

The believers all knelt down in unison.

It wasn't the hesitant, half-believing kneeling of before.

It was a kneeling, a frenzied, almost collapsing act of complete submission.

Some people were crying, some were laughing, some were banging their foreheads on the floor, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

Elijah folded his wings, his three wings folded behind him, making him appear even thinner.

His gaze swept across the crowd and then stopped.

In the corner, a woman slumped on a bench, unconscious. Her hands were still in a prayer position, her fingers interlocked, and a string of cheap prayer beads was clutched between them.

It was his mother.

He couldn't tell whether she fainted because she couldn't bear the bloody scene just now, or because she was too shocked to see her son, whom she had dragged to the church and who had been reluctant to cooperate in prayer, suddenly turn into a three-winged angel.

Elijah looked at her for three seconds, then looked away and turned to walk towards the door.

He pushed open the heavy oak door of the church, and sunlight streamed in.

Outside, people on the street were already raising their phones.

The image of the three-winged angel walking out of the church spread across the entire internet within fifteen minutes.

......

The speed at which public opinion fermented far exceeded everyone's expectations.

The video was shared millions of times and continues to rise. Within two hours, the front pages of media outlets around the world changed their headlines, all pointing to the same thing.

The Catholic Church reacted the fastest.

Three hours after the video was released, the Vatican issued an official statement: "The descent of the angels is God's mercy upon humanity and a response to the suffering earth. The Church will fully cooperate with the angels' will..."

The wording was extremely carefully chosen, and every word conveyed urgency.

The reason is simple: the angel did not descend upon the Vatican, nor upon any famous cathedral, but appeared in a small chapel in a remote city.

This incident itself is a slap in the face.

The archbishop personally recorded a video announcing his pilgrimage to the angels.

Clergy executed by angels in a church?

Nobody cared that the angels said they were the devil's minions, and that was it.

Instead of pursuing the matter, the church proactively expelled the deceased clergy from the church, expelling them posthumously and retroactively, leaving no stone unturned.

Elijah looked at the messages on his phone, sitting on the railing of a skybridge, his three wings slowly opening and closing behind him.

He smiled, but it wasn't the performative smile he had shown before.

It's a bit annoying.

He hates the church, he hates it terribly.

He remembered very clearly what the priest had done to his friend.

Killing those clergy members was ultimately a way to vent anger.

But he wasn't crazy; he wouldn't kill indiscriminately. In fact, because he was still quite young, he had a very clear sense of right and wrong, and he could distinguish between those who deserved to die and those who didn't.

But now, because of his existence, the number of believers in the church is skyrocketing. Those who were not originally religious have seen the real angel and are kneeling down in front of the cross.

He personally made the best GG for the thing he hated the most.

"...Fine." Elijah rolled his eyes and muttered to himself.

If the church wants to use him as a figurehead, then it should pay the price.

He stood up, spread his three wings, and landed in the center of the city's largest square.

The surrounding crowd instantly erupted in excitement, with phones, cameras, and video cameras all pointed at him.

Elijah didn't waste any words; he spoke only one sentence, his voice not loud, but everyone present heard it perfectly...

"In the name of angels."

The crowd fell silent instantly.

"The world is suffering. Plague, infection, death."

"I don't know where these disasters came from, and I don't intend to make up some excuse like 'this is God's test' for you."

Someone in the crowd gasped; these words didn't sound like something a traditional angel would say.

"But there's one thing I can guarantee!"

Elijah's gaze swept across the crowd, his youthful face etched with a weight beyond his years: "I will help all those who suffer."

"In the name of angels."

This statement was like a stone thrown into a lake, its ripples spreading throughout the world.

Elijah's words sparked a chain reaction online.

But the first to get restless were not the government or the military, but churches in various places.

Because the angels said they would help those who suffer.

This statement sounds beautiful, noble, and in line with Christian doctrine.

But the question is, what should the church do now that the angel has spoken?

Angels are meant to help humanity, but what about your church? As the faith system to which the angels belong, as God's agent on earth, do you follow it or not?

The answer is: You must follow.

If you don't follow along, the consequences are simple.

The angels have said they will help those who are suffering, but your church is neither contributing money nor effort.

What do you mean? Are you on the side of suffering? Do you think the angels are wrong? Are you a follower of Satan?

This logical chain is simple and crude, but its destructive power is enormous.

With the amplifying effect of social media, any hesitation can be interpreted as betrayal.

As a result, the treasuries of the various parishes were finally forced to be opened.

The Vatican took the lead, announcing a grant of 500 million euros for relief and resettlement in global pandemic areas.

Dioceses across the country followed suit, announcing their donation figures one after another, each more generous than the last, afraid of falling behind and being labeled as "uncooperative angels."

Temporary shelters began to be set up next to those magnificent cathedrals that had been under construction for hundreds of years.

Ragged refugees began to flood into those magnificent bishops' residences.

The parish treasurers, whose cellars held decades-old vintage wines, were signing checks with their hearts bleeding.

But they dared not refuse to sign.

The angel said so.

Dare you say no?