Abraham: The Friend of God Page #4

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She's guilty, Nimrod.

Don't spare them!

Don't spare them, Nimrod!

Alright, Obeis! I heard you.

Go!

I said go!

I won't play your game

anymore.

It's over! It's over!

No, it's not.

You will finish it.

my dear Harpak.

Obeis revealed our secret.

If you don't keep your promise,

I'll seduce Nimrod into killing you.

Iii

My Sword!

Get lost!

Was ell this to avenue

your father and your tribe?

Here's my sword!

Go ahead!

Kill me!

Go ahead, kill me!

No, Great Nimrod!

Don't kill me!

I can still be useful to you

and Babel.

You have always been prudent

because of my advice.

Killing me will serve no purpose

except destabilizing your rule.

Please, don't kill me!

Please don't!

Enough! I forgive you!

And only because I can

better use you now as my vizier.

Thank you, Monarch!

Get up!

Get up!

If I were you, I'd ged rid of Obeis!

Are you with us?

Today's the feast.

Sarai will be there.

I'm not feeling well.

You go, Lot.

But...

Don't worry.

There's a reason for it.

Go on now!

Do not be afraid. Abram.

I am the Protector who protects

and you Abram are my servant.

I am the one and only true God

who promises that I will

make nations of you it

and kings shall come from you.

You're the great god in Babel

after Nimrod.

Who are you?

Me? Destroyer of false gods!

Your voice

isn't frightening, though.

I feel strange in your presence.

I can't see well.

my eyesight is dim.

Why aren't you at the feast

with the others?

If you've brought offerings,

please leave them and go.

What? Not hungry?

Prepare to defend yourselves!

What makes you think

I've broken the idols?

There was only one person who

didn't attend the feast with us.

That's you!

Abram!

The favorite protege of

Azar, the idol-maker.

And there were witnesses. too.

This axe

belongs to Abram!

Give me the axe!

Whoever used this axe

should be amputated.

Even if he's my student

or even my own family.

I heard from Azar that the axe was

found on the great idol's shoulder.

Don't you think the great idol

could have done it?

Ask him and he may tell you

he; didn't like the lesser gods.

Everyone knows that these idols

never talk and never move.

You're right.

You worship

gods who can't talk and move.

So, how can they move on your

behalf and answer your prayers?

And yet you forgot the

One True God

Jehovah whose Dower can

deliver blessings and cursings.

Fire on you and

what you worship.

So, it's true.

You Abram are a prophet.

I am.

Enough!

Harpak.

Let it be known in all the kingdom

the punishment that befits a heretic.

Spare no firewood and let

the flames reach the heavens

and burn this man.

Alive.

Let it be done.

It will be done, my king.

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