Chapter 27 Believers of the Lord
When I opened my eyes again.
Yara appeared in heaven.
This was his fourth meeting with God.
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However, even if he saw it thousands of times...
His awe will not diminish in the slightest, nor will his piety be lessened in the slightest.
However, upon ascending to heaven, he discovered something new above the sea of clouds—
Those were dozens of statues, shining with an immortal golden light and pure white innocence.
These statues differed from those of ordinary human gods; each one was incomparably handsome, with sacred wings on their backs, resembling the feathers of the purest and cleanest white doves...
Although Yara had doubts, he suppressed them for the time being.
He knelt respectfully on the ground, worshipping the phantom in the clouds, and presented the scroll, which radiated dazzling golden light, high in his hand.
The scroll went to the Lord with his spirit.
"Lord..."
"I have discovered your sacred relic..."
The towering, illusory figure had not yet spoken.
However, the twisted, dark Lord of Ravens in His hand stirred up the clouds of heaven, enveloping Ara like a dark shadow that blotted out the sky.
Yara was filled with fear.
I felt as if I were being swept away by a black sandstorm, and even my mind was shaken.
When Yara came to his senses, he found the scroll in his hand.
It had already been presented to the Lord by the Lord of the Crows.
The Lord never spoke a word, nor did He give Aaron any instructions or instructions...
This made Yara somewhat depressed.
However, the ancient, hoarse, and unique voice of the Lord of the Ravens rang in Yara's ears—
Lord, remember your deeds...
[After you die, you may enter the Kingdom of Heaven and assume the position of an angel...]
[Below the throne...]
[To gain eternal life—]
Upon hearing this, Yara was so moved that tears streamed down her face.
It was not the promise of eternal life or the position of an angel that moved Ara.
Rather, it was when he learned that he had the opportunity to stay by the Lord's side and walk with Him.
He was so excited he couldn't contain himself...
This is a joy that comes from the very essence of the soul, from existence itself.
Like a son loving his father, like a Creator loving his Creator.
Like the ultimate value of everything at the end of the world, like the ultimate meaning of the cycle of growth, rebirth, and accumulation of all things—
Walk with God.
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In the mortal world, in a cave in northern Nemea.
Yara, who was kneeling on the ground, opened his eyes.
Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes.
When he got up, he found that the scroll in his hand had become dull and had turned into an ordinary, inferior parchment.
"Praise the Lord..."
I finished my silent prayer.
Yara looked around and found that Dick and the others were staring at her nervously.
He was startled, thinking that the group had been possessed by some kind of ghost, and quickly took a few steps back.
at this time.
Dick stared at Yara, looking cautious yet curious, and he inquired carefully:
"You just...saw God?"
Yara noticed that none of the others seemed to be acting strangely.
Only a few people seemed to be curious about their master and the majestic being above that heavenly kingdom.
So I felt at ease.
A smile played on Yara's lips as he gazed into the distance, recalling that immortal, towering figure. He replied, "Yes..."
"Lord, you have granted my request to come to court..."
The group gasped in surprise; even Old Tyr, a man of great experience and knowledge, found it unbelievable.
However, this ordinary-looking farmer in front of them had already given them far too much of a shock.
Faced with those almost miraculous displays, everything Yara said seemed utterly convincing...
"So... what is your god like?"
Dick gritted his teeth and asked the question, curiosity ultimately prevailing over reason.
I prayed in my heart that Yara would not find these words blasphemous.
However, Yara did not seem to think it was a blasphemous thing.
The Lord is great, and His glory deserves to be known, revered, and worshipped.
Yara himself has no right to conceal the greatness of God.
In other words, Yara got excited.
"Great, He is infinitely great..."
"Supreme, great, sacred, and magnificent... no amount of praise you can think of can adequately describe Him..."
"He cannot be defined..."
"In heaven, there are boundless auspicious clouds, and the sky is like a sapphire..."
"In the center lies a sacred spring flowing with colorful divine water, a spring that can heal any injury and grant immeasurable power..."
"Like me, my divine power was obtained by the Lord himself through baptism with holy water..."
Yara looked devout, and the group sat amidst the pile of gold coins, listening intently.
No one touched the treasure.
Everyone was captivated by Arah's narrative...captivated by the mighty and supreme Lord.
At this moment, Pan couldn't help but interject, uttering a remark that was almost blasphemous—
"Between God and the Olympian gods, who is more powerful?"
Fortunately, Yara still did not feel it was blasphemous, because he had thought about it when he first met God.
"Of course it's God!"
Yara answered without hesitation.
However, before anyone could even feel the shock...
Yara then uttered something even more shocking, something that, to most Middle-earth people, seemed rebellious and contrary to common sense—
"Even if all the Olympian gods were gathered together, they wouldn't be as powerful as the Lord of the Ravens under the throne of God!"
"Before God, they are all false gods!"
Yara then came up with another example—
Do you still remember the Blood Lake Fairy?
The group nodded.
Yara said with feigned seriousness, "That nymph is the offspring of some weak gods, and can be considered a messenger of the 'Olympian' gods..."
"Just a few months ago, I was a lowly peasant..."
"And a single drop of water from heaven enabled me to defeat the messengers of the gods!"
"..."
Everyone listened intently, their fantasies about God growing ever stronger.
"My God… God is so great, I've never heard of Him before…" Dick couldn't help but say.
"Yes...that being is more mysterious and elusive than the legends of the gods...if it weren't for Yara, we probably would never have known of His existence until our deaths..." Old Tyr sighed with deep emotion.
Pan's words were even more direct: "God is truly amazing, even more amazing than Zeus!"
Dick thought for a moment, then leaned closer and said to Yara, "Brother Yara...do you think I can become a believer in God?"
His gaze was intense, revealing a genuine emotion.
Yara looked at the crowd and noticed that they all seemed to share the same thought...
Along the way, they witnessed how Yara, with the power bestowed by the true God, defeated one enemy after another, beat one monster after another, and finally killed the lion.
They had long held it in awe and longing...
Yara smiled, patted Dick on the shoulder, and then looked at the crowd.
He said something that made everyone realize something belatedly, as if waking them from a dream:
"You at this moment—"
"Aren't you already a believer in the Lord?"
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