savior epic

Chapter 364 She Was Really Sent by God
For those who have never been judged and suffered tribulations, they are like well-fed lambs, they are not in a hurry to get green grass, and they are not in a hurry whether or when God’s salvation will come.

For this reason, the church has raised many issues, quoted scriptures from the scriptures, and discussed them publicly or privately at church meetings large and small...

These issues have been discussed by many philosophers and sages. No matter which one they are, they are logically self-consistent and can be found in the scriptures.

In the city of Hykir,
Hundreds of thousands of heads looked up at the sky, they saw lightning and thunder among the clouds, and the rain fell on them, as if to wash away the sins and pains of everyone.

They trembled with excitement,

Where is the grass, when will it come...

Those people are good at dialectical study and have great patience for it.

Corvina Khanna knows.

For those who have been judged and devastated...

The best grass to feed the lambs is here,
Salvation after judgment had better come now!
How many people can endure such inhuman suffering without relying on the constraints of scriptures and laws?Tolerating the hands of his wife and children is enough to die in an inhuman twisted posture.

In the crowd, some covered their mouths, some widened their eyes, and some couldn't bear to cry, and the tears fell to the ground with the raindrops.

The priests in Hykir City were dumbfounded.

Some of the disciples could not help but immediately knelt down on the ground, looked up at the sky, and prayed in a low voice.The faces of the remaining disciples were stiff, their pupils shrunk and tensed, as if the original firm belief would break instantly if they were not paying attention. .

Priest Haykir sank into the trembling mud all over.

He didn't dare to look at the sky, and pressed his eyes down violently, because real panic surged from his toes, spreading the priest's whole body like the poison of a cobra in an instant.

Priest Haykir felt like he was in the torrent of history.

Unknowingly, I became an insignificant obstacle in the myths and legends.

Everyone looked at Vinakana.

The rain was pouring on them, and those who were willing to be saved in their hearts, when the rain touched their skin, those pale colors disappeared in an instant, and the dead souls who tormented them disappeared under the rain.

Priest Haykir did not look to the sky, but he could see the faces of everyone.

Sadly, just like a low wall built of mud will be easily washed away, the torrent of history is rushing, but he, as an obstacle, is powerless to stop it.

He can, he can rely on his superb knowledge, openly stand on the opposite side of Venakana, loudly and with extremely strong logic, denounce her as a heretic, he can argue!He has enough ability not to fall behind!

but…

No matter how exquisite the sutra debate is, it will collapse thousands of miles in the face of living miracles.

People need that rain.

They need to be saved.

In need of salvation, it is best to come now!
Priest Hykir can scold Venakana, but what Venakana bestows is far better than cold and powerless rebuttals.

The Priest of Hykir can declare Vina Kana to be a heretic, but what Vina Kana will bring is destined to be engraved indelibly in history.

Everyone looked up at Venakana among the clouds, her feet were on the clouds.

At this moment, no matter how firm the belief is, it will be shaken or even collapsed, no matter how strict the law, how persuasive scriptures will be ignored.

She rides the clouds.

For it is a living miracle, a miracle to be witnessed

The minds of the crowd were overwhelmed by shock.

"She is a prophet like Erad..."

"She is truly sent by God!"

The crowd erupted in an instant, they exclaimed loudly and burst into tears.

Venakana looked down at the city of Hykir on the ground.

"Judgment is coming. Reciting scriptures day in and day out will not lead to salvation."

She spoke slowly, and hundreds of pagans fell silent in unison,
"It seems that you are destined to be the weak who will be crushed by fate, and your miserable situation will never change for thousands of years."

"What are you? Let your soul die in the rain?"

Vinakana asked everyone.

The crowd did not make a sound, and they were in silence. They looked at Vinakana quietly, and they could only hear the sound of raindrops falling on the ground in their ears, as well as the sobbing that suppressed their tears.

Priest Hakil was so frightened and trembling that he had to raise his hands to cover his ears.

His disciples also fell to their knees, some openly prayed to Vinakana, while others recited scriptures like crazy.

Vinakana ignored Priest Hakil, she was not going to preach to this man, she was going to preach to those who were expecting to be saved.

"I want to tell you, if you are thirsty, God wants me to give you the rain."

Vinakana said.

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd resounded in an instant, crying uncontrollably.

Everyone listened, suppressed and listened excitedly, as if her words were the words of God, such a voice must not be missed.

"I am Vinakana who should come."

The weeping people surrounded each other, longing to be closer to Venakana on the clouds.

"What are you waiting for is what you are waiting for."

"What are you looking forward to, that is what I will show you."

"You are the ones who are being judged, and if you wish, you can lead the way to salvation through me!"

(End of this chapter)