only god

Chapter 412 Light needs to be backed by darkness? (plus more)

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

Silas stood on the clouds, his eyebrows lowered, his eyes seemed to be overlooking the earth, and he was staring at a certain corner.

It had been a while since God had told me that I, too, would be given a mission.

Maybe... 20 years?
Even for angels who have no concept of time, let alone 20 years, even 200 years is nothing at all, but for the arrogant Silas, 20 years... really It's too long.

Every day when he woke up, he opened his eyes in anticipation, and then looked at the seat of the gods in the distance, waiting for the call of the gods, and every day when he fell asleep, he closed his eyes in loneliness, because that day he still could not Wait until the arrival of your own mission.

Silas could not help being restless, and as time passed he became more and more restless.

He would not tell the god on the throne of this feeling, because no matter what, he had to ask for it in the past 20 years, so as not to appear too impatient, and it was simply too difficult for him to take on the big responsibility.

Silas's own arrogance did not allow him to ask God in just 20 years.

Still, Silas was anxious about the delay in the mission.

"Perhaps...God has already given the mission... It's just that I haven't been aware of it all this time?"

Standing alone on the clouds, Silas murmured in a low voice,

"Just like Sealand, Tertullian and others, God has already given a mission, but he never said it clearly."

As he spoke, a hint of joy ignited in the eyes of the archangel, but after a while, he sighed again:

"If so, that would be great."

The subtext of this sentence is, what if it is not so?
Silas stood like a stone statue, his gaze was erratic, and the thoughts in his mind were a little confused.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly, on the sea of ​​clouds where Silas was standing, clouds and mists from all directions suddenly gathered towards him. Before Silesi could react, the clouds under his feet suddenly moved up at an unimaginable speed Climb, throw him aloft.

Silas was shocked for a moment, he was thrown into the air, his hands and feet became confused for a moment, and he flapped his wings indiscriminately. After a long time, he regained his posture in embarrassment, and then looked down at the suddenly changing clouds.

In the clouds, there is a faint black mist emerging.

"Mira!"

cried Silas sullenly.

"Sorry, sorry, Silas."

From within the cloud, Mira's figure suddenly appeared. She was holding a dark and round life in her hands, trying to hold onto it, preventing it from running away.

"I didn't like it."

Mira giggled and apologized, she wasn't really not sorry at all, she was sorry, but not much.

Silas returned to the sea of ​​clouds with a gloomy face, and said angrily:
"What the hell are you doing, aren't you supposed to accompany your beloved in hell?"

Mira pressed her cheeks and said with some embarrassment:

"Beloved... It's really embarrassing for you to say this."

Silas didn't care if she was embarrassed or not, and asked again:
"What the hell are you doing?"

Mira held the primordial embryo in her hand,

"I'm educating it, so I want to come to heaven for a while. This should be called... um... prenatal education? Anyway, I'm making it see more beautiful things.

After all, this is the mission God gave me. "

mission…

It's such a familiar and simple word.

But it happened to stimulate Silas's proud heart.

The latter's eyes dimmed,

"Yes, you have also been given a mission by God, just like Soramus."

Mira nodded heartily, and echoed:
"Hmm, this is not an easy job. The work God has given us has always been full of dangers."

Silas closed his mouth and said no more.

Mira thought of something, and suddenly asked:

"This time the angel's trial... who is your tester?"

The trial of the angels has a history of more than thousands of years since Solamus, the chief archangel, led the creation of the seven archangels. Among them, the one who achieved the highest test is the "Second Prophet" Prophet Norn.

And in that trial, Silas's trialer, Baird, who had high hopes, failed in the end to pass the angel's trial, but died in a remote small city, and his soul went to the god of death. Hades of Naqbet.

Whenever Silas thinks about this matter, he always thinks, maybe that is the root of his jealousy of Soramus.

Hearing Mira's question, Silas said:

"You want to know? That person is called Bohan, and he is a mermaid."

Mira scratched her head, this is really an ordinary name that couldn't be more ordinary,

"Is there anything special about him?"

Silas shook his head and said:

"No, just an ordinary person.

So, I don't hold out any hope that he will pass the test. "

After Mira heard it, she comforted her:

"There is hope, Silas, you see, Soramus didn't have too much expectation for the prophet Norn back then, but in the end, he met the gods, and later generations compiled his deeds into "No. The Book of the Two Prophets, and his disciple, Zeland, was also given a mission and respected by the world."

The reassuring voice fell off the ear, the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Silas lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

He clearly remembered that after Norn became a prophet, Solamus was given the mission to come to the earth as a new prophet, announce the holy kingdom under his feet, and sound the horn of coming.

Like Norn, Bohan is not favored by other angels, not even by himself...

The beginning of the story is so similar.

So... Will I...will I go on the same path again?
Silas' eyes couldn't help but brighten up.

Perhaps... this is God's arrangement, and He is enlightening himself through clues.

Silas thought about it for a while, feeling better, and felt that this much-loved girl was much more pleasing to the eye,
"Thank you, Mira."

he said softly.

Mira nodded. Holding the original embryo, she looked under the sea of ​​clouds and said:
"Well, I should go back to hell, Enos doesn't want me to leave for too long."

hell...

No angel has ever been to hell.

Silas's thoughts were affected by this word, and he thought for no reason.

It is a gathering place for sinners... where the darkness in the eyes of the world gathers, how can angels who have always been pure and good come close?

Angels, but they seldom even set foot in the world.

Thinking of this, Silas turned around and wanted to ask Mira who had been to hell, but the latter had disappeared.

So Silas lowered his head and said to himself:
"Why is there hell?

Could it be that…

Does light need to be backed by darkness? "

Only against the backdrop of hell, can the eternally glorious kingdom of heaven appear precious?
(End of this chapter)