1.

I am the youngest six-winged serpent around God. My name is Jock.

God also takes good care of me, this year I am given the task of inspecting the world for him.

I fly in the air and look down at the ground, and so do medieval buildings.

I saw two strange guys in the moving crowd.

They seemed angry, and I paused on the roof to observe them.

They quarreled and pulled out their long, sharp sticks.

That's refreshing. Didn't humans fight with their bare hands before?

Two people began to fight up, one move in a systematic manner.

I want to see what these mortals have in their hands.

(II)

I mingled with the crowd, asking one by one what the long stick was.

Then I found a blacksmith, the original long sticks called Western sword.

Usually on the waist, pull out can be used.

I asked the blacksmith where I could find the best western sword.

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

I asked for ten of them in the name of an angel and went back to heaven. I touched them when I got the sword.

Sure enough, it's better to fight with it than with your fist.

I went back to the upper realm with my sword, intending to offer it to God.

I think I can get compliments.

(III)

God looked at the sword and smiled.

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Then he smiled at me and said, "These are really good things."

I'm glad to hear his praise.

Then God gave the ten swords to the angels around him.

Let him imitate it for the angels.

And I quietly found the angel, want to take back a.

The angel smiled and said, "I haven't improved yet. It's on my back." There are six wings behind it.What's the use of keeping a western sword. "

At this time I found that my next wing will be the original position of the sword placed on the waist, to cover.

That's OK. I have my own way, "I said."

Angels argue but me, I still got the sword.

I cut off my right lower wing in order to make the sword fit my own waist.

It hurts but it's worth it.

Next year God sent me to explore the world.

I found one thing.

Human sword-making is getting better and better.

Originally I took the western sword to heaven, but at this time it was still far from the lower limit.

(IV)

From a material called bronze to pig iron.

The pig iron sword can cut off the bronze sword.

That's why I think my waist is behind the times.

Moreover, this time the Western sword was edged on both sides and could be chopped apart from the stab.

It's called a double-edged sword.

I asked for another ten with a wry smile.

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

Once again gave the sword to the angel.

And I asked for another one.

When the angel saw me, he smiled and said, "What I didn't think of is cutting off my wings."

I mumbled, "Don't worry."

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

But I cut off the left lower wing this time.

(V)

Another year, this time God didn't send me down.

But I couldn't help but want to see what the next sword would look like.

I sneaked down.

The sword has not changed much, but pig iron has a method called forging.

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

This sword is larger than a double-edged sword and needs to be carried on the back.

The power also big many, only needs the greater strength to wield.

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

I smiled bitterly as I put my epee on my back.

It's okay. I have three wings.

That's enough to keep me flying back to heaven.

But God is not happy.

(VI)

I was grounded for a year with three swords on my back.

A year is drawing near.

God found me.

He asked me, "Is it worth it?"

I smiled and said: "I do not have three wings?"

God went on to say, "Do you want to go down and see what human development has become?"

I nodded hard.

Once again God sent me to the next session, this time he told me.

This is the last time, I will not be allowed to come back next.

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

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

I cut off my left upper wing with a wry smile.

Knife on the back.

(VII)

When I was about to leave, it seemed that man had invented another weapon called the spear.

This thing is really too long, and I only two wings.

You can't cut off this last pair and trap yourself.

I smiled bitterly to find the world's most powerful blacksmith.

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

It took me two months to find the best blacksmith of my time.

I asked him how he could make such an artifact.

The best weapon, he told me, was time.

I asked him why it was time.

The blacksmith opened his collection.

Inside is the evolution 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, I happen to have nearly eternal time.

(VIII)

I cut off all my wings and learned to make iron from the blacksmith.

Knowing that I am an angel of eternal life, he is pleased to teach me to strike iron.

Because he wanted to know what the best sword in the world would look like.

Stupid as I am, time makes up for everything.

I got the story of the blacksmith on the point of death.

I also began to get used to the life of the underworld, incognito in the city.

Offer the best weapon I can think for the brave ones who come.

Because I can't fly, I don't care about things above.

Until later, I learned the news from Christ's church.

I have heard that Lucifer, with a third of his angels, raised a rebellion in the north of the heavens.

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

And they are using the weapons made by an angel, the sword that I brought …