Naked back, a pair of wings with white feathers folded against the back, I have never seen a human with wings in such a complete way. The feathers are white, and the wings don't look very big, but they are genuine.

"Winged ......"

Most of the celestial figures we know are the iconic features of the giant white wings, and the demons have two horns on their heads. Even when you see the white wings, you feel pure and sacred.

Yort presented evidence, which was still not enough to convince me that he was God's spokesman, but it had begun to change my mind.

"It's just a pair of wings, and it doesn't mean anything." I spoke. And if you look closely, the wings look a little out of proportion, like pressing the wings of a sparrow on the back of an eagle, and there is a feeling that they have not grown.

"Besides, I don't know if your wings are real or fake, shouldn't the angel wings be big? You're too petty, aren't you? I said with a smile.

He didn't get angry, he reached out and plucked a feather from the wing on his back and handed it to me.

I hesitated for a moment but reached out to catch the feather, and the moment my fingers touched the white feather, a large memory that did not belong to me flooded into my mind. I saw a young man walking alone through the forest with a gun in the middle of a dark and cold forest. He seemed very scared, and I could hear the sound of breathing and even the sound of a nervous heartbeat. He looked nervously around, as if something was following him. Suddenly, the sound of barking dogs and shouting of the crowd came from behind him, and the man began to accelerate and run wildly forward, running in a panic in the dark. But in the end, he could not escape the pursuit of the faster hounds, and five or six hounds rushed up and bit him, pressing him to the ground. The pursuers also appeared in front of him, and smashed him unconscious with the butt of a rifle. When he woke up, the man was already strapped to a chair and sitting in an abandoned warehouse, the dim and slightly flickering light shining on his face. In front of me stood some foreign men in military uniforms, speaking in a foreign language that I didn't understand.

"What? What do you want to do? The tied man cried out.

"Tell me, where are your troops?" At this time, a middle-aged man wearing round glasses and a black leather coat walked in, he looked at the man in front of him and said.

"I won't tell you, I won't......" The man, though terrified, continued to repeat the same words, even though the sound that came out of his mouth had begun to tremble.

"Don't you want to say it? That's not easy, I'm a very kind person, and I don't want to hurt you. But if you don't tell me what I want to know, I'm going to be very cruel. Now, tell me where your troops are. The person on the other side continued to ask.

"I don't know, I got separated from the troops. I really don't know! He didn't seem to be telling the truth, but he couldn't impress the man in front of him.

"It's a shame that I wanted to be a kind person, but I didn't have the opportunity. Do what you have to do, and let our hard-mouthed gentleman understand our situation. The middle-aged man took a few steps back as he spoke, and several other soldiers around him walked up, and then began the inhumane torture. The man's consciousness quickly faded in pain, and by the time the image of the memory resurfaced before my eyes, it was a dim, cold dungeon. The man leaned against the corner and sobbed quietly, clutching his leg, which could already be seen to be badly injured.

"Merciful God, redeem me and take me out of this cruel place. I want to live, please save me from evil. In desperation, he whispered a prayer, accompanied by a cry, telling of the fear and darkness in his heart.

"I want to live, I want to leave the battlefield. I repent of the sins I have committed, please take me away, Lord ......" He prayed over and over again, using all his strength, desperate to grasp the last hope.

However, at this time, a light shone through the crack in the wall of the dungeon and fell right in front of the man. It was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw and fell to his knees in front of the light, weeping bitterly as if he had found a savior. In such a dark environment, a man who endures severe pain already feels luxurious even when he sees a ray of light.

At this moment, the man raised his head and heard a certain voice in his ear, but he listened to it but could not hear it really, and the faint light also moved on its own and fell on the man's forehead. The next moment, the pained expression on the man's face vanished, accompanied by the disappearance of the beam of light and a spot of light imprinted on his forehead. Immediately afterward, he felt a swelling pain in his back, and reached out to touch it, but he touched the white feathers. His back actually grew something like wings, which was small but real.

The memory came to an abrupt halt, and my consciousness came back to life in an instant. Looking at Yort, who was sitting in front of him, his gaze wandered to his lap, and then to his face.

"You have been redeemed in war, and God has chosen you."

I don't know how this method of showing memories to others is done, memories are part of consciousness, and with all the spells I know can't do that.

"Now you believe it." He took the feather back from my hand and said, "God healed my leg and healed the despair in my heart. He gave me the status of an angel, but let me preach for him on earth. I'm the chosen spokesperson, and that's proof of that. ”

To be honest, this is quite surprising, in the whole world, especially in Europe and the United States. There have always been doubts about the true existence of Jehovah, that is, God. Because so many of the great scientists and celebrities of the past believed in the existence of God, there is always a sense of reality in this vast system of myths that makes people believe and seems to be able to verify it immediately.

So, there are many miracles about God, but at the same time there are many that are questioned. But before today, I had never heard of a single person alive being turned into an angel after being redeemed, which was almost unprecedented.

"You became an angel?" I asked, still surprised.

"You can say that, but you can also say no. The wings behind my back represent the divine power that God has given me to be pure, but these wings, as you can see, are incomplete or immature. I had to complete the task God had given me to make these wings whole, and when it was complete, I would be able to become a true angel and enter the holy heavens. However, this period is long and indefinite, and may not be completed until the Last Judgment. He said the reason why the wings looked so small.

"Since you have been called by God, why are you still serving the devil?"

It is inconceivable that a person can be chosen by God and the devil at the same time, and that there are two completely different forces in him.

For eternal life is not a happy thing, but on the contrary, it brings an extremely painful wait. I can't grow old, I'm immortal forever, and I've watched everything wither away in a long wait. Even time, it means nothing to me, because I will never die. He looked up, and his eyes filled with boundless loneliness and loneliness.

"So what? Have you taken refuge in the devil? I asked.

"No, I'm just using the power of the devil to hasten the day of judgment. The moment the Last Judgment comes, it will be the day when my mission will be accomplished. I can be sublimated, and these wings can really grow. ”

This guy is simply a madman, and it was only when I heard that I realized his true intentions. Because he wants to go to heaven as soon as possible to enjoy himself, he must complete the task assigned by God. But God knows when the Last Judgment will come, so in order to speed up the process, this grandson wants to use the power of demons to corrupt the world and make the Last Judgment come early, so as to complete his mission.

"Hehe, you're really selfish. Sacrifice others for yourself......" I said with a cold smile.