Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 155 - Dekan Doesn't Swindle Honest Folks
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 154 - Mauleon's Wealth-Building Skills
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 867 - Godlike Party
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 702- Tough battle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 754: Testing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 175 - Spirited Away By A Skill
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 060: Ground Control Palace, Everlasting Nether Capital!
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 141: Sealed Artifact
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 209: You Said It
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 392: The Dirt Mound on the Hill
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.1: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (1)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3707: Searching for Clues
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 066.1: Heads Delivered from Afar, Part 2
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 9: Scraping It Clean
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 208: Banquet
TLN: Please forgive the author if he says some blasphemous stuff. I am also not all too familiar with this. P.S. this is a work of fiction.
Sister Mirda opened her dazed eyes. When she sat up, she saw the extinguished burning straws and felt a surging life force in her body.
Raising her palms she noticed that the old and withered hands she was so familiar with had been remade anew with the tautness and strength of her youth. What were once withering branches had become sprightly saplings.
Miranda was entranced. Her decades of life flashed before her eyes as though it was all a dream.
But when she saw the nuns weeping with joy at her feet and the soldiers on their knees, she knew that she was in reality. It was a miracle that happened in this godless modern age.
Then Sister Mirda looked at the man standing in front of her. When she looked at his pupils that seemed to contain the universe, Mirda realized everything.
She no longer needed any help and quickly turned her body and knelt in front of the man. With an excited and devout face, she kissed his feet and uttered in a happy murmur, “You are Christ. You are the Messiah. You are our savior!”
Mirda was an extremely devout believer, and it was with her immense faith that she was able to carry out her charitable work for decades. Never tiring. Never yielding. This kind of passion was one of mankind’s greatest powers.
“I am Christ. I am the Messiah. I am your Savior, but I am not the Christ of the past. Rather, I am the Christ of the present.”
The man’s words carried some Buddhist wit, but the believers understood them instantly.
Christ was the Greek word that meant ‘the anointed one’ in Greek. And its Hebrew equivalent was ‘Messiah’. Both of them referred to a person chosen by God who was given special powers. It was a title within Christianity, and only Jesus was ever called Christ the Messiah.
And now this Christ meant that the Christ of the past was Jesus, and the Christ of the present was him who was not Jesus, but the both of them were Christ.
When Mirda realized this, she c
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