Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 105 The Angel of Ten Thousand Wings
"Professor Watson, what are you afraid of?"

"Are you going to cling to scientific ideas that need updating and are dying in the past?"

"Science is the fundamental principle for explaining everything..."

"What we need to do is to understand, explore, and organize the knowledge into something that others can understand."

"Instead of clinging to existing ideas to refute it and relegating it outside of science!"

"You've disappointed me so much, Watson..."

"I always thought you were a noble researcher."

What's limiting you?

"Fear, or your ridiculous faith?"

"Discard those things; all we need to do is research, explore, and summarize."

"What's the difference between your foolish belief in science and those who foolishly believe in gods and attribute all results to God for explanation?"

"The truth is right here, why don't you come and see for yourself?"

After saying this, Payton walked to the spot where he had been standing, under the gazes of the crowd with varying expressions.

At that moment, Professor Watson, with a complicated expression, glanced at the ground, as if he had seen something, and a look of panic quickly spread across his face.

"No, no, no, no, no! He's about to press the button! Stop him!"

However, it was clearly too late to realize this at that point.

Payton glanced one last time at the crowd rushing towards him, then took a step back and stepped onto a stone slab that was almost the same color as the floor tiles beneath his feet.

As the one-meter-long and one-wide stone slab suddenly sank, it made a crisp "click" sound.

A strange collision and rhythmic creaking sound came from beneath the ground where everyone was standing.

It's as if some kind of mechanism or gears are hidden beneath the floor tiles, constantly moving and interacting.

Feeling the slight tremor beneath their feet, everyone stood there somewhat uneasily.

We don't know what will happen; we can only passively wait for anything to happen.

The sound of transmission spread outwards from where Payton triggered the mechanism.

The bearded man listened to the sound, which had spread to the surrounding walls and then up to the ceiling.

Their ultimate destination was the crystal dome above everyone's heads, which was encased in what appeared to be angelic creatures.

And in the next moment.

The sudden splitting of the dome confirmed the bearded man's guess.

As the perfectly fitted crystal was cut into one-meter-sized cubes, it shrank back into the surrounding stone slabs.

The liquid inside the giant crystal vesicle poured down, shoving those who couldn't escape away from the center of the room.

Watson and Payton were also separated in different directions in the room.

Finally, under Payton's fanatical gaze, and amidst the terrified expressions of the bearded man and others on the other side of the room...

The tall, curled-up humanoid creature fell to the ground with the flow of water.

Amazingly, the moment it left the water, its wings and its dazzling platinum hair were as dry as if they had never been immersed in liquid.

Once the obstructing water and crystal partitions were removed, the creature, resembling an angel, was clearly revealed to everyone.

Aside from the features we had seen before, now that we were closer, the dense wings that enveloped the entire giant human body were even more terrifying.

At this moment, because his back was facing the direction of the bearded man and Professor Watson, they could see him more clearly.

The wings, layer upon layer, grew out of the other's spine without any symmetry or size.

The smaller ones may be only the size of a bird, while the largest one seems to be a size larger than the rest of the bird.

As it fell, it fell to the ground, watched intently by several people.

The enormous human body, curled up on the ground, trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, one of the wings facing the crowd twitched suddenly.

Then, it slowly twisted from the direction of embracing the main body to its back, followed by the second, the third...

Countless wings spread out.

The perfectly white, flawless feathers resemble a perfect pattern created by the most advanced modern craftsmanship.

This sense of perfection, which can be felt at a glance, prevents these messy, unevenly sized wings from appearing messy or strange.

Instead, it reveals a sacred harmony, like the brilliant light reflected by the sun under a cloudless sky.

As its wings gradually unfurled, the tall, humanoid creature seemed to awaken from its stillness.

The stiff, motionless limbs began to slowly relax and straighten.

And so, under the trembling gazes of the bearded man and Watson and the others.

It slowly rose from its lying position on its side, with its back to the group, little by little.

At first, he was a little unsteady, and the whole process reminded Watson of how a baby learns to walk after leaving the mother's body and gradually grows up to walk.

This seemingly simple series of actions seems to reveal a sacred, religious, and secretive meaning.

The whole process lasted several minutes. Although it was slow, the group initially had the idea of ​​escaping.

As the angel stood upright, all hope vanished. Watson bowed again, praying fervently.

Upon seeing this action, the two soldiers, who were already terrified by what they had experienced that day, were terrified.

Even with prior brainwashing and drug stimulation, it's impossible to resist the mental pressure brought on by fear, faith, oppression, and many other factors.

Following the other person's example, he bent down and began to pray haltingly.

Meanwhile, only the bearded man remained hesitant, his eyes darting around.

Looking again at the center of the room, there was an angel standing upright, spreading out countless wings behind him.

As if welcoming the first rays of sunlight, they slowly raise their hands and tilt their heads back in celebration of new life.

With this series of movements, he displays the curves of his body to all living beings who are watching him.

Despite being four or five meters tall, the opponent did not appear bulky or clumsy.

On the contrary, the smooth muscle lines, like those of a marble sculpture, and the porcelain-like reflective skin make it look beautiful.

Her platinum blonde hair, moving with the light, resembled ocean waves at sunset, reflecting a dazzling glow.

Unlike Watson and the others who were on the back, Payton, who had been knocked down by the waves, had already gotten up.

From his direction, he could clearly see the angel slowly rising, his posture and expression facing forward.

From his perspective, the angel was in a strange pose with his arms outstretched, and finally his head slowly straightened, and his eyes, which had been closed, gradually opened.

What kind of eyes were those?

Even ten years later, when the world has changed drastically, Sven Payton still remembers it vividly.

The golden pupils were filled with holiness and solemnity, but apart from that, he saw only calmness in those eyes, a calmness as still as stagnant water.

It was as if, in the sweep of one's vision, one was no different from the mud, water, bricks, and stones around them.

This may be the most equal contempt for all living beings, or perhaps the most equal compassion.

By the time he recovered from that fleeting, extraordinary gaze, the winged angel had already turned slightly to the side.

He slowly turned to face the bearded man and his men behind him.

Or more accurately, it was Watson and two soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, praying devoutly.

It paused for a moment, then slightly lifted its foot toward the three of them.

Pure white, like a marble-carved arch, emerging from the puddles on the ground.

Take a step forward and step onto the dark, gloomy floor tiles.

The stark color contrast is so intense that it can be quite painful to the eyes.

This small step covered a distance of two or three meters.

The dull thud of feet hitting the ground startled the two soldiers who were bowing their heads in earnest prayer.

They looked up in confusion, their eyes meeting those gleaming golden eyes on the angel's slowly lowered head.

The soldier was clearly also intimidated by the deathly stillness contained in that indifferent gaze.

He just stared blankly up at it, muttering a prayer unconsciously.

"God...you...are all-knowing...and all-powerful..."

In his murmured prayer, the angel slowly extended his long, white arm toward him.

His fingers gradually came together, leaving only his index finger, which he aimed at the soldier who was still stuttering in prayer.

"...I...I beg...your forgiveness...forgive my...sin..."

At that moment, a faint light gathered on the angel's raised index finger.

It slowly transformed into rings of light, resembling miniature tree rings, which appeared between his index fingers.

"...May...the merciful...bless you...the devout believer..."

As the soldier's prayer drew to a close, that increasingly radiant, holy light was reflected in his brown-green pupils.

"Gudong..."

As if sensing something, the soldier's pupils trembled.

He swallowed hard, and finally, with trembling hands, opened his lips and uttered the last word.

"...Amen..."

"Bang!!!"

The moment the soldier uttered the last word.

The light on the angel's index finger suddenly spread out and burst forth.

It transformed into huge circular beams of light in the air, instantly enveloping and piercing through the soldier's entire body.

As the blinding light faded, another soldier a few meters away turned around, shivering.

Looking back now, there was no trace of anyone left, only the crimson stains radiating outwards, covering the floor tiles and walls within a five- to six-meter radius.

This proves that a living person was just here.

(End of this chapter)