only god

Chapter 317
Catherine saw the miracle before her eyes.

The dead who had been dead for a long time slowly opened their eyes. Those eyes were full of confusion and confusion, but the owner of each pair of eyes had life again.

She was stunned, trembling all over, and clasped her hands subconsciously.

people who were supposed to die...

But rose from the dead...

Catherine looked at the sacred scene in front of her, and she suddenly remembered the note that Solamus had left before leaving.

She will not forget every word of it, just as she will never forget the Gentile woman who spoke it.

That note said...

"You are going to die, but God wants you to live..."

At this moment, the music idiot suddenly understood the purpose of the note.

That was not a note for a certain person, but a note for the whole Deschanel, and even the whole world.

That was a true prophecy.

Soramus announced the resurrection to all peoples on earth.

How much blood has been shed in this world these days?

How many mud and dust were swept up by the strong wind, fell into death in an instant, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Those who have died, those who still have a body, they begin to heal their wounds, looking at their bodies in disbelief, and those who have long since lost their bones will be reshaped by the soil under their feet, and the wandering soul will fall into it, Then regain life.

Of course, when the revived people look at the sky, the only thing they can see is the brilliant golden light piercing the darkness. There, there seem to be countless pairs of wings permeating the light. They stand on the sea of ​​clouds, surround a sacred throne, and sing in unison. Praise the holy name of the Creator.

"Heavenly deliverance, King of Kings!"

"Praise him, our Lord, who has raised all men from the dead!"

"Children, He will be with us forever!"

The sound of bells resounded above the sea of ​​clouds, and the sacred and solemn tone was accompanied by the sound of praise. Thousands of pipe organs played in an instant, and then tens of thousands of voices sang in chorus, showing the glory of the kingdom on that day.

Endless brilliance permeates the throne, the sound of bells, harps, pipe organs... Countless musical instruments are used as the accompaniment of the hymn, and the angels sing about the greatness of the Holy Spirit, in the sky, on the earth, under the ground, on the sea, on the ocean There... Countless voices sounded, and the mortals witnessed the glorious miracle together.

In mid-air, an angel spread its wings. Those holy wings seemed to reflect the light of God. Soramus came to the majestic throne, took over the pure white horn, and soared above the sea of ​​clouds.

Woo!
Soramus blew the trumpet of heaven.

The sound of distant horns resounded from all directions, the whole world was extremely quiet, countless mortals held their breath, the sky was so far away, it seemed untouchable, but salvation was so real, it was already within reach.

The kingdom of coming, the city of heaven, has arrived. It turns out that in this world, God has already prepared a perfect posthumous hometown for all the goodness in the world.

The Great Elder looked at the grand scene in disbelief. He was bathed in the light, his old skin was trembling, and no words could describe his mood.

He used to believe very devoutly, but as he grew older, he became doubtful and worried about God. Not long ago, he loudly questioned the God in the sky, but no matter how much he doubted and questioned, God still appeared.

That vast and holy light shines on the dust of the earth.

The prophecy will be confirmed, and the covenant made thousands of years ago will be fully fulfilled today!
Tears welled up in the vicissitudes of the eyes of the Great Elder, he knelt down, his knees touched the bottom, his lips trembled, he did not expect that one day, he would be able to witness the miracle with his own eyes.

Miracles are not just pale and thin scriptures, nor are they just misty legends passed on by word of mouth. Miracles are miracles, they come from God, and they shine on everyone.

"Lord... Lord..."

The Great Elder clasped his hands together, the doubts in the past, the questioning not long ago, all turned into clouds and smoke of the past,
"You are great, you are kind!"

"You unburdened us when we were most miserable..."

He burst into tears and lay down on the ground.

Seen from the vast sky, the mortals on the ground are as numerous as fine sand. That individual, they sometimes help each other, and sometimes hurt each other. To the eternal land, mortals are just passers-by like clouds. Gone, a generation comes again.

They are nothing but the dust of the earth.

Therefore,

Therefore…

The Great Elder wept bitterly and said in a trembling voice:
"Even though the cold wind sweeps the earth, you still put us in your love..."

The light shone on the Great Elder, and the dead around him were resurrected because of the light of God. They looked up at the miracle in the sky, and the Great Elder knew that in this world, countless people like them, under the miracle reborn.

The old man looked up at the great throne, he couldn't see that figure clearly, but he knew who it was, and he also knew how his god looked at this world that was as muddy as sand...

In a trance,
The Great Elder seemed to hear a voice saying
I love people in this world, even if they are the dust of the earth.

　The next chapter is more than 4000 words, so this chapter is a little less.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)