Me, Hydra

Before the Pope could finish, a stereotypical, hard voice sounded at the door.

"No, Hyde is the Prophet."

Following the voice, St. George, dressed in light brown armor, came over.

Seeing the arrival of St. George, the Pope and the Cardinal got up and saluted. And Jeanne was a sub-saint, in a sense equal to St. George. But after all, it was a public place, and Jeanne still nodded her head to St. George.

With a glance at the crowd in front of him, when St. George's eyes were on Hydra, St. George said seriously, "Last night I heard the voice of the Father while I was performing prayer, and the prophet of this age is none other than Hydra!"

As he did, St. George got down on one knee. Right hand fist and left chest.

"Prophet, lead us the Lamb forward!"

Seeing St. George's action, the Pope and Jeanne on the side also immediately leaned down.

Taking a look at the crowd in front of them, Hydra narrowed her eyes.

Although they had succeeded in obtaining the status of a prophet, what was the reason for this?

Why did Jehovah make Himself its spokesman on earth? Is it just because we're not the enemy?

But in any case, this prophethood is now absolutely advantageous to himself. Now Jehovah is restrained and Michael is fighting Satan at the border. That means that now he can use the angels to occupy, all the worlds, resources, to decipher the mysteries of the original Ether.

A smile rose to Hydra's lips and a holy light rose on her face.

"I am the Apocalypse! Believe it, with the Lord's guidance. We can reclaim a better tomorrow!"

As Hydra's voice fell, in the dark corner of the church.

A tentacle kept cheering there, like a small child who had discovered a new toy.

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py: The Never-Ending Tomorrow of Eastern Redemption

There is nothing left... and yet there is no relief... only hatred and anger... Then... let me carry the spiral of contradictions to destruction... - Neo Avexis

(Serious style of writing, clean flow of book guests.)

Volume 1: Text-172-Achieving the Prophet

The Vatican seemed to have entered a strange silence in recent days, and all the archbishops quickly arrived at the very center of the Vatican, the Vatican City.

No orders had appeared, and the people of the Vatican City were for a moment on edge.

Although it was the jurisdiction of the angels, there would always be a few pricks no matter where they were. Under the nonsense of those thugs, rumors like the angels' rout and Satan's invasion of the land sprang up like rain.

But soon, the rumor would cease to exist.

Holding the Pope's holy metaphor in his hand, the pale priest opened the parchment in his hand, and his hand trembled when he saw the consciousness that was to be conveyed on it.

Looking at the old priest's shocked appearance, the surrounding people's consciousness began to whisper.

It couldn't be blamed on them, as the bishops and the like had arrived at the ecclesiastical city, coupled with the nonsense of those with ulterior motives. Many people thought that Satan was going to enter the land.

But the next moment, what the old priest said silenced the whole place.

"Heaven... The Apocalypse-Prophet. Descended!"

"........"

As the air around him fell violently silent, the old priest said tearfully, "The apocalypse has come! Here comes the Prophet! Limits will lead us to a more prosperous tomorrow! Just like the great Moses, we will be the ones to witness all these miracles!"

Hearing the old pastor's words, the cheers around him rang out like a never-ending tide.

"Praise the Lord! Praise the Prophet!!!"

The view moved away from the unnamed chapel, and not only here, but almost everywhere that had received the Pope's metaphor was met with a similar cheer.

The image earned its way to the other side, where Hydra was now officially the prophet of the world.

Because of his status, the current Hydra was no longer able to stay in that Chamber of Commerce in Karen, which was located in the corner of the city. According to the Pope and the others, if Hydra's identity was known to the demons of Hell, they would definitely have people come to stop them. The Karen Chamber of Commerce was just a small chamber of commerce, plus the security of the Vatican City, so for those demons, it was just like being defenseless.

Although Hydra didn't mind, after all, in this monotheistic mythical world, once Jehovah was restricted, it also meant that he was able to grow savagely with impunity. But for more long-term considerations, Hydra chose to reside in the Church.

But nonetheless, because of the Caron Chamber of Commerce having once been inhabited by Hydra, and the secret signs of Hydra. Now that the Caron Chamber of Commerce's performance could be said to be flourishing, coupled with the protection of the Vatican, it was believed that it wouldn't be long before it would become the largest Chamber of Commerce in the Vatican City.

"Haider, how is life now?"

Walking in from outside, Jeanne looked like a generous, famous girl no matter how she looked at her. Of course, this really didn't reveal its eating habits.

Hearing Jeanne's words, Hydra shrugged her shoulders.

"It makes no difference to me, it's just that the clothes are more expensive and the food is more exquisite. And if I want these things, I can do it even without the power of the church."

Hearing Hydra's words, Jeanne was surprised, but nodded her head in great agreement.

"Yeah, for you, perhaps the only thing that can make you look up is the word "Prophet", right?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Hydra didn't answer Jeanne's words directly.

Because of Hydra's appearance, no. I should say because of the prophet's appearance, the entire Church was now on alert. For those who believed in Jehovah, Hydra was the projection of Jehovah on earth, the vicegerent. If an assassin appeared now, then without Hydra's action, those believers would tear that assassin apart.

Death?

Fear of death?

It doesn't exist, and for the fanatics, death is an honor. It's like some warrior being able to give up his life for a few raisins.

If one dies to protect a prophet, then even the dead soul must be able to ascend to heaven, right?

This is what most people in the Vatican think of Hydra....

Now Hydra was a big redneck, and even if she sneezed in the hallway, someone would come to deliver the paper. The huge amount of money from those fanatics who kissed shoes at every turn made Hydra feel even more dumbfounded.

Can you imagine what it would be like to have someone come and kiss your shoes every ten meters or so, right? A little walk throughout the shoes are clean without a trace of dust....

It is said that the room that Hydra was living in at the Karren Chamber of Commerce now even the floor inside is nearly dedicated to those believers...and the bedding and such....

It was simply comparable to the Shroud of Turin for them.

Shaking her head, Hydra now had some idea why most prophets were posthumously canonized.

It was a kind of torture to be named a prophet, especially a monotheistic prophet, when the whole world was your fan.

Well, it was good that Hydra wasn't human.

Taking a look at Jeanne in front of her, relying on the prophet's rights, Hydra already knew why Jeanne was only a sub-saint. There was no other reason than not completing the trial, but also because Jeanne's origin was too ordinary. And more importantly, although Jeanne had a holy order, she did not have dazzling achievements as well as status.

There are many reasons for the canonization of St. George, as has been stated before.