I let the genie out of the bottle

In the future, under the Holy Flood, all mankind on earth will be wiped out, and at that time, only Noah's family will be able to survive on this ark.

"In the future, I will gradually create more divine artifacts." Saint's lips curled into a faint smile, his tone filled with a hint of hope. "At that time, even if I cannot easily take action, my divine artifacts can protect humanity in my place and spread my power among humankind."

Loving humanity is a word that has been written deep into the soul of Saint. Although her love may seem domineering and incomprehensible to modern humans, no one can deny her love for humanity.

"So, do you now know why you like humans?"

Lu Ye asked.

"Perhaps," the saint replied softly.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Flood! It Descends Upon the World!

"Lord Baal, this batch of human believers has been brought here."

A respectful voice came from outside the simple tent.

"I already understand. Tell them to wait for now."

Inside the tent, a burly middle-aged man with short, neat, flaxen hair sat at a simple table, snorted coldly, and spoke with dissatisfaction in his tone.

Baal, the first patriarch among the seventy-two clans of the demon race in the underworld, is undoubtedly a Demon King in terms of strength, making him one of the few powerful figures in the demon race. However, compared to the four true Demon Kings above him, he is ultimately inferior in terms of strength, status, and prestige.

He has been sent to the human world for quite some time now. Although he is not in the underworld and is not under the control of four demon kings, he can do whatever he wants.

But at this time, human civilization was only in its infancy. In terms of material life, compared to the ever-expanding demon territory, it was lagging behind by countless years of development. In his eyes, although this human world was much larger than the demon territory, it was nothing more than a poor, remote place.

When he first arrived in the human world, he was able to find pleasure in human beings. But after the novelty wore off, he gradually began to miss his life in the underworld.

What annoyed him even more was that, in order to improve life on Earth, he wanted to bring in a group of demons skilled in construction from the Underworld to help with the development of the human world, but he was rejected by several demon kings with the insensitive reason that "does this look like a demon?"

"Those guys treat me like a god. If that's the case, shouldn't I be more patient and devout if I want to meet a god?"

After thinking for a moment, Baal felt that he lacked authority and quickly rebuked his demon subordinates outside.

Since the God of the Bible values ​​humanity, he might as well call himself God, seize faith on earth, and lead humanity down a path completely different from what the God of the Bible desires.

This was a decision made collectively by the demon race.

Moreover, according to information provided by the fallen angel Azazel, the biblical God seems to want to create something called a divine artifact, so that even weak humans could possess the power to fight against demons and fallen angels.

It's better to believe it exists than not. Even Azazel himself wasn't entirely clear on the specifics of the matter. However, regardless of the circumstances, the so-called "Artifact Project" is based on humanity. Stealing humanity's faith in the biblical God, or even pushing humanity to the opposite side of that God, is never wrong.

"Hmph, Lord Bali, you're quite the imposing figure," the silver-haired middle-aged man sitting across the table grinned and said in a joking tone.

“Lord Lucifer, you flatter me.” Baal, the patriarch of the largest of the seventy-two families, bowed his head respectfully like a schoolboy being lectured by his teacher. “I did this to establish my authority and to make those humans have enough respect for me.”

Although Baal was confident in his strength and status, he also knew that the demon opposite him was someone he could not contend with, whether in terms of strength or ability.

Lucifer, the Demon King, is widely recognized as the strongest among demons, surpassing all others in both strength and strategy. The upcoming alliance between demons and fallen angels, primarily led by demons, was orchestrated by this very Demon King.

"Including having those humans who believe in you spend a lot of time singing hymns for you every day?" Lucifer scoffed, his azure eyes fixed on the somewhat restless Baal.

Although he considered Baal a simple-minded fellow, it was still necessary to guard against him staying in the human world for too long, or being away from the underworld for an extended period, which might give rise to unnecessary thoughts and make him a destabilizing factor for the demon race.

“Those guys who believe in the God of the Bible once said that faith requires long-term cultivation and is something that is gradually cultivated.” Hearing Lucifer’s question and having his vanity exposed, Baal blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment. “From now on, I will also have those guys prepare hymns of praise for you, Lord Lucifer.”

"Hmph, let's leave this matter aside for now." Having confirmed that Baal still showed no intention of resisting him, Lucifer ceased his aggressive advances. "Lord Baal, even I must admit that you've done a good job in tempting humanity away from the God of the Bible. A considerable number of humans have already turned to serve Baal."

"But how many of your followers have actually been found to possess divine artifacts bestowed by the God of the Bible? This is the main purpose for which I, or rather the demon race, sent you to the human world."

Upon hearing this question, Bali's face immediately showed shame, and he lowered his head slightly in embarrassment.

"Lord Lucifer, perhaps I should first check whether any of the believers sent this time are artifact users, and then report back to you after the check is complete."

“Lord Baal, could it be that in all this time, you haven’t even discovered a human who possesses a divine artifact of the God of the Bible?” Lucifer said, his tone turning somber.

Baal immediately lowered his head in shame, then whispered in defense, "Lord Lucifer, perhaps the God of the Bible hasn't yet bestowed the divine artifacts upon mankind?"

“Impossible.” Lucifer frowned. “I have seen the artifacts bestowed by the God of the Bible with my own eyes. They do indeed possess astonishing power as Azazel described, or even more so.”

“Moreover, Lord Baal—” Lucifer said, his expression seemingly incredulous, “so far, you have created the so-called ‘Baal Cult’ and have not even found a single artifact wielder, yet you have been dealing with all sorts of problems for your followers, even causing several conflicts with the heavens and fallen angels because of it.”

"After doing all this, is it just so your followers will sing hymns for you every day? What's wrong with your brain?"

High in the sky, among the clouds, a blonde girl with an indifferent expression looked down.

With her eyesight, even at such a height, she could clearly see the situation on the ground.

"The demon race, deliberately trying to lead humanity away from me, what is their purpose?" Saint looked down, a cold glint in his clear golden eyes. "If it were after I bestowed divine artifacts upon humanity in large quantities, then it would be understandable. But before I granted humanity the power of these artifacts, the demons had already begun to entice humans to submit to them. What is their true purpose?"

"Could it be that you merely want to lead the humans I love astray?"

The saint spoke indifferently, looking down at the scene below.

it's time.

Then all the springs of the vast abyss burst open, and the sluice gates of the heavens were opened.

A world-ending flood descended upon this place.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Forbidden Hands: The Salvation Vessel Crossing the End Times

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight appear in the east.

In a dilapidated hut, a middle-aged man with creamy-white hair lay asleep in bed. In his arms was his wife, who had borne him three children.

Judging from his furrowed brow, it was clear that the dream wasn't as pleasant as it seemed. Even embracing his beautiful wife couldn't put his mind at ease.

He was handsome, as if he had been sculpted by the heavens. At the same time, he radiated an unusual brilliance, making him seem less human and more like an angel from heaven.

But at this moment, his face, which could make countless women scream, was filled with an increasingly heavy sorrow.

"You...you should repent. You must not...you must not do evil."

In his dream, he mumbled incoherently.

"Ham, Shem, Japheth, remember not to go astray."

He mumbled incoherently, repeating the names of his three sons. Then, the room was filled with the steady sound of snoring.

Suddenly, he shuddered in his sleep, his eyes snapped open, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"That was terrifying..." The man with milky white hair got out of bed, still panting heavily with lingering fear, and subconsciously patted his chest.

"What's wrong, Noah?"

A questioning voice came from his arms; it was his wife, awakened by his movements. His beautiful wife looked at him with puzzlement. Although she had given birth to three children for him, her face showed no signs of aging, just as it had always been.

"I had an extremely terrifying dream." Noah stared blankly, his face still showing lingering fear.

"God is angry. Humanity in this world has committed heinous sins, thus angering our great God, who has decided to show His majesty to this world."

Noah's lips trembled, and his voice was somewhat dry.

In his dream, he saw that God was angered by the repeated evil deeds of the people on earth and unleashed a devastating flood to wipe out all mankind.

The raging flood, the endless torrential rain, and the people struggling and crying out in the water in his dream were so real that he almost thought it wasn't a dream, but reality.

“Don’t be afraid, Noah,” his understanding wife gently cradled his head, comforting him tenderly. “God punishes the sinner. Why would He unleash His anger on you?”

"You often warn the people around you to stop doing evil and get rid of their sinful lives. But they don't listen to you and continue to do their own thing, indulging in evil and pleasure. You can't do anything about it!"

"That's true. Fortunately, our family has always been law-abiding."

Upon hearing this, Noah subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. With his wife's gentle comfort, his emotions gradually calmed down.

Not only did he uphold his principles, but his three sons also did not go astray under his guidance.

As the saying goes, "If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear." Although Noah didn't know this saying, he felt the same way at that moment. Having never done anything evil, he was not afraid of being punished by God.

"No, I must go and urge those three children again, so that they will never go astray like other humans on earth."

As Noah spoke, he quickly put on his clothes, jumped out of bed, and was about to run towards the door.

However, at that very moment, a voice as loud as a great bell rang in his ears.

Noah!

That authoritative voice was clearly pronouncing his name.

"What is this?" Noah immediately stood there blankly, looking astonished.

【Noah, I am Metatron, and I give you this instruction.】

The sacred voice rang out once again, making him feel his soul tremble slightly.

In a daze, Noah seemed to find himself in a vast, white world. Before him stood a figure radiating boundless light.

Numerous wings of light unfurled from behind the figure, and a soft holy light shone upon the face, preventing Noah from seeing the other's features clearly.

His feet seemed to reach higher than the highest mountain in the world, and his voice was heavy and majestic like thunder.

Finally realizing who the other party was, Noah immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed devoutly.

“Metatron, the Book of Heaven who knows all things, the only one qualified to see the face of God and be equal to God, the king of millions of angels, the prime minister of the Kingdom of Heaven who exercises the authority of God!” Noah’s voice was devout, with a hint of fanaticism, as he repeatedly kowtowed, “Your people, Noah, offer you our respect!”

“Noah, I have sensed your piety.”

Guiding Noah's spirit, Lu Ye's voice, though dignified, was filled with tenderness. He showed Noah his Metatron form.

"While you were asleep, I showed you what was about to happen. Yes, Noah, next, He and I will work together to bring about a grand destruction to this world!"

"What? The disaster in my dream is going to happen in reality?" Noah exclaimed in horror.

“Yes. But Noah, among the sinful masses, only you have found grace before us, and this is all because of your piety.” Lu Ye ignored Noah’s shock and continued, “Therefore, we have decided that even if this world is about to be submerged by a flood, your family will survive!”

"My esteemed Metatron, what should I do?"

When Noah heard that he could survive, his face showed a mixture of joy and fear, and he quickly and cautiously asked...

"Noah, we will make a flood on the earth and destroy the whole world, so that every living thing that has the breath of life on the earth will die."

"But I want you, your wife, your sons, and your daughters-in-law, to enter the ark. Of every clean animal, you must take seven males and seven females; of every unclean animal, you must take one male and one female; and of every bird of the air, you must take seven males and seven females. All these you must keep for breeding, so that they may multiply on the earth..."

Upon hearing the oracle, Noah immediately began preparations, gathering his entire family together. Various birds and beasts also arrived in pairs, settling orderly around him.

A rumble of thunder sounded without warning, and suddenly a torrential downpour began.

"It's starting—" Noah closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, he followed the instructions of the divine Metatron.

"Forbidden hands——"

A holy radiance emanated from his body.

"The ship that saves humanity from the end times!"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Great Flood! The various pantheons were shaken!

Thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down. Large raindrops pelted my face, stinging my cheeks. It was easy to imagine just how fierce this downpour would be.

Furthermore, anyone with a little thought would know that if this rain had lasted even a little longer, it could have easily flooded all the houses here.

After all, the heavy rain had only been going on for a few seconds when the water was already almost up to our ankles.

"Forbidden Hand: The Ark of Salvation Across the End!"

Noah took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and silently prayed in his heart. Then, he opened his eyes and shouted.

A warm, holy light emanated from his body, slowly spreading outwards. In the gloomy sky before the downpour, cannibals inevitably felt a sense of oppression. But this holy light, though bright, was not dazzling, and subconsciously brought a sense of comfort, dispelling the unease of the apocalypse.

The holy light quickly enveloped Noah's family and the animals that had gathered around them, like a newly formed cocoon, blocking the rain from falling from the sky.

Then, the soft, white holy light gradually expanded and solidified, slowly transforming into a gigantic ark. It was an ark made of a material similar to gopher wood, over a hundred meters long and fourteen meters wide, and coated inside and out with a layer of rosin for waterproofing.

Inside the ark were small cubicles, enough for Noah's family and other animals to use, and even a place specifically for storing food, which seemed to be quite thoughtful.

"Thank the Lord, thank Metatron." Inside the ark, Noah let out a long sigh of relief and prayed silently.

After Noah and his family were sheltered by the Ark, the rain outside seemed to have no restraint, and the already heavy rain suddenly became even more intense.

If what was pouring rain before could no longer be called rain, it was more like an endless waterfall, with thousands upon thousands of streams cascading down from the heavens.

For ordinary people who depend on the land and the weather, rain has always brought them joy and anticipation. Whether it's pastures for grazing, crops planted occasionally, or even drinking water, everything is highly dependent on rainwater.

This was the first time they had seen Rain shed her gentle and kind facade, revealing a cold and powerful side, determined to wash everything in the world clean.

Just as the supreme God, contrary to his usual ways, displayed his power to destroy all the sinful people on earth.

“Lord, glorious Metatron, protect the devout believer,” Noah sighed, bowing his head humbly in prayer.