Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 104 God's Messenger

"...Shit! What happened to you? What nonsense are you spouting?"

Watson, who had just recovered from his shock, was now in a daze.

I felt a vague sense of fear, and I was also a little angry and embarrassed because I had been frightened by my colleague.

However, at this moment, Payton completely ignored the emotions in the other person's words and suddenly moved closer.

He pulled Professor Watson up, who was startled by his sudden action and flailed his arms wildly.

While dragging it toward the center of the room, he kept muttering something under his breath.

"This is absolutely the greatest discovery of this century! No, the greatest in a thousand years! No, it is unparalleled in history!"

Professor Watson, who was being dragged along the whole way, was terrified and couldn't understand how the other person's thin body could have such great strength.

She tried to break free several times, but couldn't shake off the other person's hands that were holding her.

In the end, they could only let it lead them to the strange crystal chandelier in the middle of the house.

Upon reaching this point, Payton released his grip on the other person's hand and began gesturing wildly, pointing to the strange decorations dozens of meters above his head.

"Professor Watson, quick! Look! It's so perfect! My God!"

Watson, who had been forcibly brought here, was initially displeased, but his initial tension disappeared when he saw that Watson had let go of his hand.

Hearing what the other person said, he curiously looked up and peered at the top of his head through the mask of his protective suit, which limited his vision.

"What's so strange about that? There are too many strange things here. A crystal chandelier is nothing to be surprised about."

Watson, who had noticed the strange decorations in the center of the house earlier, didn't think much of it, but still looked up as he spoke.

Soon, his expression changed from indifference to shock and disbelief.

Finally, it turned into a complex expression, a mixture of excitement and panic.

Over here, the bearded man who had noticed the argument between the two men earlier, along with two surviving soldiers, walked over unhurriedly.

Seeing that the two of them were dumbfounded and looked up, the three of them also looked up and took a look.

Then, under their gaze, a huge crystal dome, resembling a chandelier, radiated a bright light.

As the distance closes and a closer look is taken, it becomes apparent that the interior appears to be hollow.

There was some liquid inside. And through the ripples of the crystal, one could vaguely see what appeared to be a... "person" floating within?
No, that's not right.

This crystal "lamppost," which everyone subconsciously overlooked upon entering the room, is nearly ten meters long and wide.

The human-shaped figure floating within it rises and falls in a curled-up, infant-like posture.

But just looking at its size, it's even much larger than some military jeeps.

This body size could not possibly belong to an ordinary human; even the tallest human could not possess such a size.

And that's not all.

The bearded man squinted and examined the figure closely. Around the humanoid figure, there were some white, fluffy substances.

It looks like something like feathers or wings.

At this moment, it was like a fig leaf or a white garment draped over a marble statue, wrapping the curled-up humanoid creature from top to bottom.

Only some of its hands, feet, and skin were exposed.

Her smooth, fair skin was enveloped in the liquid, and her long, flowing platinum-gold hair resembled a solidified form of sunlight.

In addition, Helong wrapped his pure white wings.

These conditions combined make up what it takes to be a federal soldier.

The bearded man quickly connected the dots to a legendary creature.

"This...this could be an angel?"

Fortunately, the bearded man wasn't a devout believer in God.

Although he was also shocked and his mouth was agape, he had not yet lost his composure.

Now he understood why the two intellectual leaders of the team, the PhD and the professor, were standing there, heads tilted back, motionless.

Angels are the most awe-inspiring thing, especially for those who are intelligent.

What's more, these two old men are scientists.

However, the longer he stared, the more uneasy he felt.

Although the liquid inside the crystal dome was constantly fluctuating, which somewhat obstructed the view.

But with his eyesight honed from over a decade of military service, he could still count the number.

"One, two, three, four... ten, eleven, twelve..."

As the number of voices increased, the bearded man's voice gradually became dry and stiff.

"...Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine?"

"...How many pairs of wings do the angels described in the Bible have?"

As he blurred out the number of wings he could see within his field of vision, the bearded man felt his heart begin to pound, a sense of absurdity washing over him. He frantically began to recall the biblical passages that the devout old woman who used to live next door had whispered in his ear.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find out which angel had thirty-nine wings.

Moreover, this number was just a rough count; the actual number could be much higher.

Clearly, even a soldier with a head full of combat knowledge was shocked to this extent.

Sensing something was amiss, Professor Watson, who had been observing intently for a long time with his head tilted back, naturally noticed even more.

The first thing he thought of was the meaning represented by the number of wings.

In legends, the number of wings often represents one's status and position, although this is not absolute.

However, angels with twelve wings belong to the highest level of status and position.

But the unknown creature that seemed to be sleeping above everyone had far more than twelve wings on its back.

If angels truly exist and human records are accurate, then what is the identity of this angel?

As a result, Watson felt his brain tremble slightly.

Another rather serious problem has emerged.

If the one above us that looks like it's been locked up is an angel, then God must exist too, right?

So what kind of place is this world I am in now, a world made up of moving skeletons, scorching magma, flesh-and-blood earth and sky?
"...My God..."

The answer was obvious, but Watson simply didn't dare to think about it.

He was terrified and prayed fervently in his heart.

Since angels exist and God is real, perhaps prayer can save this poor, ordinary person.

Thinking this, Watson even knelt down on the ground without realizing it.

He repeatedly made prayer gestures with his hands on his shoulders and forehead, his lips moving incessantly, begging for forgiveness.

Those who seek to explore the truth of the world now place their hopes on ethereal and illusory deities.

But upon seeing this, Payton's previously obsessive and fanatical expression suddenly changed, turning into a ferocious and angry one.

He made his move suddenly without warning, in the instant before anyone else could react.

He kicked Professor Watson in the chest, who was kneeling on the ground praying with his eyes closed, knocking him to the ground.

And that's not the end.

Payton took two quick steps forward and came to Watson's side, who was struggling to get up on the ground. He then straddled Watson's lower back.

He swung his fists wildly, using both hands.

"What are you doing? Professor Watson, what are you doing?! You're a scientist, what are you praying to?!"

After he threw several punches, the bearded man and the soldier, who had been stunned, finally came to their senses.

They rushed over and arrived at the scene where they were wrestling.

Or rather, Watson was being attacked unilaterally.

He pulled Payton off the other man.

Even so, Payton struggled with his hands and feet as he was being dragged away, his eyes bloodshot and his face fierce.

They seemed to have not had enough fun at all.

Meanwhile, Watson, who had been stunned by the sudden beating, was carefully helped up by the bearded man.

After observing his complexion inside his protective suit, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the protective suit was thick and heavy, which blocked a lot of the impact, so he didn't seem to be injured.

Watson, who was helped up, looked at Dr. Payton, who seemed to have gone mad, with a bewildered expression.

Hearing the insults and profanities coming from the other person's mouth as they confessed to themselves, they were stunned for a moment, and then they understood the reason for the other person's rage.

A slight sense of shame arose in his heart, but he quickly dispelled it himself.

"What do you know? I study physics and biology; my academic achievements far surpass yours!"

"I have more right to speak than you! Shouldn't I be praying? This is an angel!"

Upon hearing these words, Dr. Payton's struggling movements suddenly stopped, and the ferocious and angry expression on his face also abruptly softened.

He then patted the soldier who was holding him, signaling him to let go.

The two soldiers glanced at each other, then looked at their captain, and finally released Payton after the captain nodded slightly.

This time, he did not rush towards Professor Watson, who was raising his hand in alarm, but instead walked calmly to the chandelier.

Bathed in its radiant light, it opened its arms, then slowly turned to face the bewildered group of people.

"This is an angel. So what?"

"Professor Watson, are you scared?"

(End of this chapter)