Now, whenever he closed his eyes, he would see an angel with a peaceful face, a halo on his head and a pair of white wings behind him, opening his arms to him.
Every time when he wanted to throw himself into the arms of the angel, he found that no matter how hard he tried or how fast he stepped, he could not get close to the angel. He could only watch the angel keep a certain distance from him, but he could not get close.
Regarding this situation, Marty believed that his faith was not pious enough and that he did not work hard enough to get close to the great angel. The angel in the dream seemed to have sensed Marty's thoughts, and its smile became more peaceful and kind, as if a compassionate god was watching the suffering world.
With Marty's continuous efforts over the past month, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the angel. Now, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could feel the angel's hand only one step away from him.
That’s great……
Although his mind hasn't been very clear recently, Marty would hide in his room and cry from time to time. He felt that what he had been fighting for all his life was worth it, and that an angel had really come to save him, and an angel had really come to take him to the kingdom of God.
Marty was laughing and crying at the same time, his face was cracked and his mouth was torn, but he still didn't stop.
Finally, one night, Marty was able to touch the angel's hand in his dream. Looking at the angel's kind and gentle face, Marty knelt down and burst into tears.
"Great angel, supreme messenger of light, are you finally going to take me to the kingdom of light?"
Marty cried like a child who had found his home. He had finally fulfilled the long-cherished wish of all the archbishops, cardinals and even the Pope of the Church of Light. He came into contact with the angels and entered the kingdom of God.
His mood at the moment was hard to describe: ecstasy, fulfillment, happiness, excitement, joy, pleasure, all kinds of positive emotions were flowing through his heart repeatedly, and crying with joy was the truest reflection of his inner feelings right now.
He almost forgot who he was now. He only knew to merge into the arms of the angels and truly enter the kingdom of God.
After a burst of crying, Marty wiped his tears and stood up. Looking at the surrounding sunshine, sea of clouds, golden buildings and the angel standing at the gate, Marty, who had just stood up, suddenly fell down.
With every step he took forward, he deeply kissed the clouds on the ground, and crawled towards the angel step by step.
Marty closed his eyes tightly, because he felt that he was just a mortal, he was just a disseminator of faith in God, he was not worthy of looking directly at the great angel, the eye contact just now had made him feel deeply sinful.
As Marty was crawling on the ground, the originally magnificent and sacred heaven suddenly reversed. The earth began to crack, the clouds turned into skeletons made of blood, the sky dimmed, and the golden and dazzling building turned into a horrible nightmare made of flesh and bones. There were countless grinning demons around, and bones and meat were boiling in the soup pot in front of the demons.
Farther away, the vaguely visible gardens looked ghostly and emitted green poisonous gas. Fat, maggot-covered, zombie-like demons laughed and sang loudly, reciting the unknown existence, and the soup pot in front of them was boiling a terrifying plague.
The little angel flapping its wings in the distance has now turned into a little devil holding two forks, with an arrow-shaped tail on its butt and brown horns on its forehead. Angry roars, screams, shrill screams and malicious taunts linger around.
The strange thing is that Marty, who was lying on the ground, still looked terrified. Under him were still the golden clouds, but the two sides had turned into hell. The surrounding flames seemed to come alive, turning into flaming demons waving whips and standing on both sides of Marty, staring with mocking eyes at this ignorant mortal who was fooled by the devil.
Marty crawled to the angel's feet and kissed her feet, and heard the angel's gentle voice in his ears.
"My poor child, you are the messenger of the God of Light, you are the collector of the faith of the God of Light, you are qualified to open your eyes and look directly at me in heaven, because this is the mission given to you by the gods!"
Hearing the gentle voice of the angel in his ears, Marty opened his eyes with extreme excitement. The first thing that caught his eye was the tentacles and feet formed by countless tiny eyes.
What is this? !!! These are not the sacred feet of an angel. This is, this is, what a blasphemy!!!
The sudden terror and weirdness instantly swept through Marty's heart. He suddenly collapsed to the ground, looking at the dry earth around him and the jungle burning with strange flames. He was a little afraid to raise his head.
He was trembling all over, his eyes moving upwards little by little, he saw the laughing corrupt demons, he saw the strange poisonous forest, he saw the cauldron cooking meat and bones, he saw the mocking demons, looking at those hideous demons, listening to the vicious laughter and desperate cries in his ears.
He saw it, he heard it, he smelled it, he understood it all.
All of this was a scam, a scam set up for him by the terrible devil of hell and the demon of the abyss.
Marty's heart was broken, his faith was shattered, everything he had shown off to others, everything he thought he was right about, all of it was gone.
Clearly, just a second ago, he was so proud and crying with joy, feeling that his life had reached its peak, that his life was complete and he had nothing to ask for, and was ready to enter the kingdom of God.
Now he has fallen into hell, and all he sees are horrific miseries and crimes. Endless sins are like dark clouds hovering over this area. How can there be any angels in front of him?
It was clearly a demon with a hideous face, three pairs of horns on its head, bat-like wings behind it, eyes all over its chest, tentacles made of eyes below, two feet and two hands, one claw like an octopus, and the other like the claws of some unknown beast! ! ! ! Marty, who was completely stunned, slowly came back to his senses. As the most devout believer of the God of Light, he decided to fight the devil to the death even if he was in hell! ! ! ! He would not cry, he would not be surprised, he would not be shocked. Now there was only endless anger and murderous intent filling his chest. He would fight the devil in the name of the believers of the God of Light and kill this bewitching devil! ! ! ! "Damn devil, even if you bewitched me and brought my soul to the abyss, I will die with you!!!!"
As expected of being the most devout believer of the God of Light, Marty was not as fragile as Kano had imagined. He adjusted his mentality very quickly, and as a believer in the God of Light, he shouted the words of the God of Light and attacked him.
Unfortunately, this place is completely controlled by Kano, and Marty is not the protagonist of a passionate anime. He is just an ignorant and stupid fanatic.
Kano laughed loudly. He enjoyed bringing despair to the other party. However, the other party's despair was only fleeting, and he actually mustered up the courage and murderous intent to him again.
This made Kano very unhappy, and he wanted to change his tactics. He wanted to make the other party even more desperate. He liked to see people lose their light and fall into darkness and abyss.
Suddenly, an extremely sharp flaming sword appeared in the hands of the unarmed Marty, and the sword emitted a sacred and pure light.
“Ahhhhhh!!!”
"It's the light, the damned light!!"
"No!!!!"
The holy light emitted by the long sword made the demons scream in agony. Some demons were directly reduced to ashes by the light. The surrounding corrupted, damaged and burned earth began to slowly recover. Any demon who looked directly at the holy light would have thick, foul-smelling blood flow from his eyes.
The twisted demon who had just been disguising himself as an angel was now filled with fear, his eyes twitching left and right as if he was looking for a way to escape from his demon body. His octopus-like hands began to tremble wildly, as if the twisted demon had seen his natural enemy, a terrifying existence that could turn him into a pool of ashes.
Seeing the performance of the surrounding demons and the fear on the face of the twisted demon in front of him, Marty calmed down. With the weapon given by the God of Light, he would kill his way through the entire hell!!! "Go to hell, you damned demon, you devil who plays with people's hearts, you and your hell will be reduced to ashes under the light of the God of Light!!!"
Marty let out a battle cry, then he leaped up and thrust the long sword in his hand, which was shining with holy light and burning with flames, into the demon's chest.
"ah!!!!!"
“Hahahahahahaha!”
The twisted demon screamed, and Marty laughed heartily. But soon Marty realized something was wrong, as the demon's scream turned into a low laugh.
The demon's unknown claws gently pinched Marty's head, lifted him up and placed him in front of himself. The demon's distorted face no longer had the previous fear and panic, but instead had a mocking smile on it.
"You really make me sad, dear Marty. I taught you all those words, those quotations, those praises to God. Why do you do this to me?"
As the demon spoke, its tentacles pulled out the flaming sword from its chest and threw it aside. The sword turned into a wisp of ash in the air and disappeared.
"This hell is mine, and the blazing sword in your hand is also mine, my lovely little fool."
What? How could it be……
I clearly saw...
The devil's words made Marty's heart fall into the abyss. He decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye. His spirit was drained away, and his eyes lost their original resolute and angry brilliance. He was desperate, completely desperate.
He didn't even want to shout or curse anymore. He knew that everything was meaningless. He had failed. He had betrayed the trust of God. Regret and despair completely devoured his heart.
“Hahahahahahaha!”
Now it was Kano's turn to be happy. He looked at Marty who was being toyed with while he was applauding. The sense of accomplishment and the pleasure caused by his despair for the other party in his heart were so overwhelming that it was difficult to describe.
He stuck out a tongue, the tip of which turned into a mouth that spread to Marty's ear and whispered.
"From now on, your soul will be mine. I will use your life to capture, slaughter, and ravage those angels whom you worship as gods. Goodbye, you poor unfortunate creature. Haha ...
Marty's eyes widened in despair. He couldn't accept that his body would be used by the other party. When he was about to say something, a tentacle wrapped around his neck and pulled his head off in an instant.
Marty, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes. He shook his legs and arms as if he was not used to it, then he got up and went to the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he muttered to himself.
"I'm such a bastard that I use this method to make myself happy. But I like it."
Marty, no, now he can be called Kano.
Kano touched the chin of this new body and found some stubble, which made him frown. He picked up a knife and carefully shaved each hair.
Kano muttered to himself while shaving: "It seems that I will have to be a fanatic for a while. I must gain more power. No, I must develop more believers."
"I want to meet those damn angels as soon as possible. Every hair of those birdmen is a priceless treasure. Taylor will definitely like them. Hahahaha..."
"The basis of believers is population. Perhaps, the belief system of the Church of Light should undergo a radical change, and the Church State can be established."
“Instead of developing believers in other countries, it is better to gather the population and force them to become believers.”
"Developing believers will attract the attention of angels, and waging wars and massacres will attract the attention of demons. This kills two birds with one stone."
“Haha, hahahaha, hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”
When he thought of the war, Kano could no longer suppress his desire for the passing of life and blood. He gave a morbid smile, and even the shadow behind him was twisting and squirming like a devil, as if it had grown sharp fangs and claws and was laughing up to the sky.
Kano laughed so hard that he swayed back and forth, left and right.
Bang!
Kano, who was laughing wildly, slipped and sat on the ground. He was laughing so loudly just now, but suddenly he bit his tongue and his mouth was full of blood.
Kano: …………
Fuck it, we are already believers, can’t these stingy angels give us some divine power to improve our physical fitness?
The Abyss casually scatters all kinds of Abyss treasures and absorbs so many talents... You angels deserve to be beaten by the Abyss.
Oh, by the way, if possible, if we find some demons from the abyss, can we do some double-dealing and double-agent work? The new direction of thinking made Kano sit on the ground and fall into deep thought, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and his mind spinning rapidly.
Anyway, I only listen to Taylor. I don’t listen to angels or demons. Why not have the best of both worlds?
It can also be like this……
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