Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
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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