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Chapter 200 The Assyrian Stele, Timayat

Jerusalem, the Holy City!

As the place where Jesus preached, suffered, resurrected, and ascended to heaven, this place is also a holy site in the hearts of Jews, Christians, and Muslims.

Throughout history, various religions have waged countless wars and battles around this holy city, leaving countless people buried here.
Even today, the ongoing chaos in the Middle East remains closely related to it.

Since 1980, the Israeli government has unilaterally declared that the holy city of Jerusalem is their "eternal and indivisible capital".

It doesn't matter if no country recognizes this.

This is the promised land of God to the Jews.

Even amidst a barrage of criticism, the Israeli government can confidently assert that they have done nothing wrong, and that Jerusalem has been Jewish territory since ancient times.
But today, Benjamin, the Prime Minister of Israel, suddenly felt somewhat uneasy, because God's messenger had truly descended.

An angel radiating holy light appeared above the holy city, gazing down at Jerusalem, which should have been a city of peace, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

Finally, she withdrew her light and slowly descended into the city, walking on the streets like an ordinary person. She randomly came to a house on the edge of Jerusalem's Old City and gently knocked on the door.

"coming."

After a short wait, an elderly white woman with a full head of silver hair opened the door. Her eyes looked somewhat vacant, but her smile was exceptionally bright. Holding a white cane, she spoke gently:

"Are you a pilgrim to Jerusalem? Why are you only arriving now? Let me make you some mushroom soup to warm your stomach. If you're hungry, you can have some bread first."

The old woman was a bit long-winded, but her gentle voice was not annoying.

Metatron glanced at the sign at the entrance that read 'Free Admission for Visitors' in multiple languages, and followed her inside.

When Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin saw this scene through cameras distributed throughout the city, he was instantly terrified and became quite uneasy.

It's so similar, so incredibly similar!!

Although he is a politician, he is also well-versed in the Talmud, and upon seeing this scene, he almost instantly thought of Genesis 18:26-32.

This section tells the story of two cities in the time of the prophet Abraham, which were so wicked that God, upon hearing of them, decided to destroy them.

When God told the prophet Abraham about this plan, Abraham pleaded for the city of Sodom.

After Abraham's repeated requests, God finally agreed that the city would not be destroyed as long as there were 10 righteous people in it.

Therefore, God sent two angels to Sodom to investigate, but in the end, they only found one righteous man in the city.

And now, the Archangel Metatron, who has taken over Joan of Arc's body, is behaving exactly like what is described in Genesis.

This makes it hard for Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin not to overthink things.

"God, are you going to abandon your most faithful believers?!"

The Israeli prime minister was pacing anxiously in his office, and immediately ordered his subordinates to investigate the situation of the old woman who had received Metatron.

"It has been investigated thoroughly, Your Excellency."

Soon, a staff member from the Prime Minister's Office returned to report: "Catherine, an Orthodox Christian, 61 years old, whose husband was a Greek Orthodox priest who guarded the last section of the Via Dolorosa at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. He passed away seven years ago. They had a daughter. Three years ago, because of her compassion for children in Palestine, speaking out for them, and organizing people to transport supplies, she was killed by our soldiers. I heard that Catherine went blind because of this incident."

Upon hearing this, officials at all levels in the Prime Minister's Office felt a chill run down their spines, realizing they were only one step away from heaven—no, hell.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

Their eyes all turned to their superiors, each one feeling uneasy and their faces showing panic.

"Don't rush, let me think, let me think."

Benjamin was also flustered, but he took deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.

Unlike other countries where presidents have significant power, in Israel, although there is a president, the Israeli president plays only a symbolic role.

The one in charge of affairs and who holds actual administrative power is the prime minister.

He absolutely cannot act rashly at this point.

"call"

After thinking for almost a minute, Benjamin finally managed to sort out his thoughts.

A direct confrontation with this archangel is definitely not going to work.

If they dared to be as arrogant as Stalin and ask, "How many divisions does God have?", Israel would probably be destroyed tonight.

Therefore, the best course of action now is to find a way to prove to this archangel the Jewish people's devotion to God.

Perhaps this archangel, who holds a very high position in Judaism, will choose to forgive them?
The moment the thought crossed Benjamin's mind, he saw a holy white streak of light fly out from the house of Catherine, which they had just investigated.

It arrived at the Israeli military base in Palestine at an extremely high speed, indifferently looking down at the Israeli soldiers covered in crimes, and handed them a judgment.

"I have seen how great the wickedness of mankind is on earth, and that the thoughts of their minds are only evil all the time."

Metatron delivered the verdict in a cold voice.

Blazing white flames lit up the sky above the Israeli military base and rained down.

On the ground, all the buildings instantly transformed into a white crystalline state that would only form at temperatures of several thousand degrees.

The airplanes, cannons, tanks, and armored vehicles that had caused countless killings in Palestine also became crystal clear in the flames, possessing a purity beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, as if all the sins that had stained them had been washed away.

Only the Israeli soldiers, their bodies engulfed in blazing white flames, screamed in agonizing agony.

Their bodies were burned to ashes almost instantly.

But the soul suffers the most terrible punishment in these flames, atoning for the sins it has committed in the past.

"Israel is doomed!!"

Despite some anticipation, the shock on the faces of high-ranking officials from various countries was still palpable when they saw this scene through military satellites.

Looking at the military base in the picture, which had at least tens of thousands of Israeli soldiers, it instantly turned into a deadly place.

Yes.

Although the Israeli soldiers were still wailing, they were actually dead; their souls had simply remained to atone for their sins.

"It seems that this archangel used a relatively merciful method when he tried sinners in Paris."

At the Élysée Palace in France, French President Macron remarked with emotion upon seeing this, his mood unexpectedly brightening.

He and the French officials now sitting in the conference room are the ones who survived the judgment of this archangel known as 'Little Jehovah'.

What does this mean?!
This proves they are all good people; it's something the gods have personally certified.

"You're really strict, Archangel."

Meanwhile, in the village of Domrémy in the Lorraine region of France, Joan of Arc looked at her alter ego, so majestic and powerful, and felt a pang of envy. But she thought of the price of gaining this power: losing her humanity and becoming an emotionless judgment machine.

The fighting spirit that had just surged within her vanished instantly.

Forget it.

With such delicious food and so many fun games available in modern society, why would she go looking for trouble?

Just start displaying it.

"how so."

The joys and sorrows are not the same between people.

Regarding the plight of the Israeli army in the Gaza Strip, some people are happy, some are gloating, and of course, some are worried.

In the Prime Minister's office in Jerusalem, Israeli officials wore expressions of profound grief. Gazing at the satellite images of soldiers dying tragically, they felt a chill run down their spines, their hearts sinking to the bottom.

"Prime Minister, what should we do now? Should we evacuate from the Holy City first?!"

Some officials are already considering fleeing.

At this rate of killing, the archangel will eventually come after them, since they are the ones who gave the orders and started the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.

"The question is, where can we escape to?"

Benjamin, the Prime Minister of Israel, gave a wry smile and slumped back in his chair.

Even Jehovah, the God whom the Jews have worshipped for generations, has rejected them. Now, Israel has such a bad reputation internationally. If they were to perish again, where would they go?
Upon hearing Benjamin's words, the Israeli officials in the conference room fell silent until they heard a deep voice.

"So, since God has abandoned you Jews, why not turn to other gods, Mr. Benjamin?"

"who?!!"

Benjamin suddenly stood up and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A thin, young white man in a well-tailored black suit emerged from the shadows in the corner of the room.

Seeing their wary and puzzled expressions, the young man chuckled softly, and his body transformed from a vibrant young man in his early twenties into an old man with hardly any hair left on his head, his voice also becoming aged and hoarse.

"Doesn't it look much more familiar now, my old friend?"

"Your Highness Edward?!"

Benjamin's face showed extreme surprise and shock.

Some Israeli officials in the conference room also showed the same incredulous expression as him.

The person standing before them was none other than the famous Prince Edward of England.

Before Britain's national power declined so drastically in the last century, this old man was a prominent figure in world politics.

But didn't I recently hear that this old man was very ill and wouldn't recover for long?

One thought after another came to mind.

Benjamin, also in his seventies, looked at Prince Edward before him, who had regained his youthful appearance, and a look of envy flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand to signal the surrounding officials not to call the guards in yet.

He greeted him casually, "It's been a long time, Your Highness Edward. I wonder how you are doing these days."

"As you can see, I have now become a noble vampire. Lord Dio has granted me a long life and great power."

Edward smiled at them, found a seat and sat down, enjoying the shocked and wary looks they gave him.

Since gradually withdrawing from politics due to his advanced age and poor health, he has been silent for too long, so long that he thought he would lie on that hospital bed, rotting and decaying, and only reappear in the news after his death, to be commemorated and prayed for insincerely by people.
But it's different now.

The moment Lord Dio appeared in his hospital room, he seized the opportunity and was given a new lease on life.

“I think your time is running out, Mr. Benjamin.”

Benjamin was still shocked by the news that Dior, who had once caused a great disturbance in London, was still alive.

Edward pointed to the screen in the conference room.

The satellite footage shown there revealed yet another Israeli military base in the Gaza Strip repeating the same mistake.

Blazing white flames descended from the sky, washing away all the sins on earth.

Even if the angel were to show mercy and spare Israel after all hundreds of thousands of Israeli soldiers have died,

Israel is doomed too!!

The surrounding Islamic countries will not let it get away with this!!
Benjamin, as the Prime Minister of Israel, certainly understood this.

He sensed that he was about to make a decision of paramount importance to the Jewish people, and his heart raced. He bowed slightly to the prince and asked, "Your Highness Edward, what must we do to ensure the preservation of Israel? And who are these other gods you speak of?"

"Of course, they are the original gods of this land of Mesopotamia."

Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Edward smiled meaningfully, placed a USB drive on the table, and stood up casually, saying:

"Everything you want to know is here. As for whether you want to do as we say and betray God again, that's up to you."

As he spoke, his body transformed into hundreds of tiny bats, disappearing into the conference room's ventilation ducts.

Inside the room, numerous Israeli officials exchanged bewildered glances.

finally.

After seeing satellite images showing yet another of their military bases reduced to a desolate white wasteland.

Israeli Defense Minister Yoav gritted his teeth, stepped forward, picked up the USB drive, and plugged it into the computer.

After the technicians worked on it, what appeared before them was an Assyrian stele covered with mysterious cuneiform script.

On the right side of this ancient stone tablet are the corresponding English translations of those mysterious cuneiform characters.

“Long, long ago, the mother goddess Timayat created all life.”

"She loved her children dearly, but the gods she created betrayed Timayat in their quest for dominion over the world, banishing her to the imaginary dimension beyond Earth."

"But Timaate's life is eternal; she did not die. She patiently waits in the imaginary space for the opportunity to return to Earth."

This account, so different from traditional Babylonian mythology, sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

In particular, when he saw the passage between the imaginary space and the Earth, right behind the holy city of Jerusalem, Benjamin's pupils suddenly contracted.

(End of this chapter)