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I am the youngest six-winged Seraph beside God, my name is Jobs.

God takes care of me too. In the sixty-third year of my tenure, God asked me to inspect the world for him.

I flew in the air and looked down at the ground, as did the medieval buildings.

I saw two strange guys in the flowing crowd.

They seemed angry and arguing, and I stopped by the roof and watched them.

They quarreled and pulled out sharp sticks around their waists.

This is refreshing to me. Haven't humans struggled with bare hands before?

The two began to fight together, one trick at a time.

I want to see what is in the hands of these mortals.

I got into the crowd and asked one by one what the long stick in the waist was.

Later, I found a blacksmith. It turned out that the long sticks were called Western swords.

It is usually placed on the waist and can be used by pulling it out.

I asked the blacksmith where to find the best Western sword.

The blacksmith told me he had it here, and it was the best in this town.

I asked ten in the name of an angel and went back to heaven. When I got the sword, I stroked it.

Sure enough, the name is well-deserved, if you use this battle is really much easier than using fists.

I returned to the upper realm with a long sword, intending to dedicate the Western sword to God.

I think I will get a compliment.

God looked at the Western Sword with a smile on his face.

Then he looked at me and said, "This thing is really good."

I heard God's praise, and I was very happy.

Then God gave these ten western swords to the angel beside me,

God let him imitate for angels.

And I quietly found an angel and wanted to get one back.

The angel said with a smile: "I haven't improved it yet. It's placed on the waist. There are three pairs of wings behind you. What's the use of keeping the western sword."

Only then did I find that my lower right wing had placed the Western Sword in the waist position to cover it.

"It doesn't matter to you, I have my own way." I said.

The angels are arguing but I am still getting the Western Sword.

I cut off my lower right wing, in order to make the Western Sword fit better with my waist.

Although it hurts, it is worth it.

Next year God sent me to explore the world.

I found one thing.

Human swordsmanship is getting better and better.

I originally brought the Western Sword of Heaven, but it is still far away from the lower realm.

Upgraded from a material called bronze to pig iron.

The western sword made of cast iron can cut off the bronze western sword in one click.

Only then did I feel that my waist was out of date.

Moreover, this time the Western Sword had blades on both sides, in addition to the thorns, it could also be hacked.

Called the double-edged sword.

I smiled bitterly and asked for ten more.

This time God frowned, he didn't seem to praise me.

Give the sword to the angel again.

And I asked the angel again.

When the angel saw me, he smiled and said, "I didn't expect that your way is to cut off your wings."

I mumbled and said, "You don't care about this."

I can't put down the first western sword I got, but the double-edged sword is even more beautiful.

Helpless, I cut off the lower left wing this time.

In the coming year, this time God did not send me to the lower realm.

But I still can't help but want to see what the next sword will look like.

I flew secretly.

There is no major change in the sword, but the pig iron has another method called forging.

Stronger, and a long sword came from the far east.

This kind of sword is wider than the double-edged sword and needs to be carried on the back.

It also has a lot of power, but it only takes more power to wield it.

I asked for another one, for this I cut off my upper right wing.

Putting the heavy sword on my back, I smiled bitterly.

It's okay, I still have three wings.

This is enough to fly me back to heaven.

But God is not happy.

I was banned for a year, and I carried three swords that I liked.

A year is coming.

God found me.

He asked me: "Do you think it's worth it?"

I smiled and said, "Aren't I still having three wings?"

God continued: "So do you still want to go down and see what human development has become?"

I nodded vigorously.

God once again let me go to the lower realm, this time he told me.

This is the last time, and I won't be allowed to go down again after I come back.

The mortals did not disappoint me, they brought something called a knife.

The sword is wider than the sword, but only one side is open.

I smiled bitterly and cut off my upper left wing.

Carrying a knife on his back.

When I was about to leave, humans seemed to have invented a weapon called a spear.

This thing is really too long, and I have only the last pair of wings left.

You can't cut this last pair and get stuck in it.

I smiled bitterly to find the most powerful blacksmith in the world.

I want to know what the highest level of weapons is.

It took me two months to find the best blacksmith of this era.

I asked him how he could create a peerless artifact.

He told me that the best weapon is actually time.

I wonder why he is time.

The blacksmith opened his own collection.

Inside is the evolution process from the earliest bronze sword to the iron sword.

He told me that there is no best weapon in the world, only the best time.

I thought about it, and I happened to have time close to eternity.

I cut off all my wings and followed this blacksmith to learn how to make iron.

He learned that I am an angel of eternal life, and taught me to play with iron with relief.

Because he also wants to know what the best sword in the world will look like.

Although I am stupid, time can make up for everything.

When the blacksmith was about to die, I got his true biography.

I also began to get used to life in the lower realm, incognito in the city.

Offer the best weapons to the brave coming.

Because I can't fly, I never care about things in the upper realm.

Until later, I got the news of the upper realm from the church of Christ.

I heard that Lucifer took a third of the angels to rebel in the northern realm.

After playing for three days and nights, he was finally judged by God and plunged into the abyss.

And they used the weapons made by the angel, that is, the sword I brought.

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