Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

It was as if they were still with their king to this day, so that the king was no longer alone.

Novia sighed silently, then gave a genuine smile.

"Today, no matter what, Mother need not panic, nor need she be disheartened—"

"Because I am not the only one who is great."

"You and your Babylon are both."

As soon as the words fell, thunder and lightning burst forth with intense purple light amidst the music, and endless fiery stars chased after them, slicing through the golden brilliance.

In response, AE first bowed respectfully, and then said with reverence:

"As a result of what has been accomplished, people will eventually reach their destination."

As his voice rang out, the corresponding form, the harp floating behind him, enveloped in magical light, began to play along.

"In God's time, the world is filled with suffering, because the God who created that world is not perfect... Sinners should be punished and perish forever, while the good should not be troubled by fear."

If we call an omniscient, omnipotent, and perfect being a god, then the one who created this imperfect world is not a god... Understanding this, I ultimately became like that, and I hope everyone becomes like that.

Accompanied by a beautiful and intense melody, a certain radiance of the world seemed to emerge from him.

"Human beings must never depend on the pity of gods. Human beings should decide their own survival. If anyone wants to trample on this future, we will fight against them with all our might."

Countless Noble Phantasms that fell to the ground emitted a distinctly different golden radiance. Under the command of the two 'hands' that appeared behind Ae Flash, they crashed into the lightning falling from the sky and the nine branches of the World Tree. The sea of ​​Noble Phantasms was like an iron wall, moving straight forward.

In response, they were met with the furious roar of thunder and the heaven-piercing molten lava that spewed forth from the sky, as if they had formed an iron curtain in the face of endless magical artifacts.

“I understand, and I also understand your desire for people to become gods. I do not deny your ideas, but I do not want people to become gods.”

Novia held the Noble Phantasm's wind, which was as fierce as a storm, in her hand, leaving no room for further advance; its leaping light illuminated her eyes.

"Perhaps you've wondered why humans die so easily? Why can't we live forever? I won't define it, but in my view, being 'this' is enough for humans."

Because they are prone to death and have limited lifespans, their lives are so vibrant and they cherish the time they spend with others.

Therefore, those who witness to the true nature of all life, those who are such witnesses—”

Novia smiled and exhaled. For him, the answer to the concept of AE Flash was the same as what he had said to Qihuang when he was the last Hun—

"God won't do, it can only be a human."

boom!

In that instant, the sound of the tide, like the arrival of the ocean, seemed to burst forth from nothingness.

Like a roar from the entire human world, countless forces flowed through the underworld, which was filled with 'Babylonian Radiance', as if issuing a command to urge the underworld to perform its proper functions.

The people of Babylon in the Age of Gods, and all those who came after, have all become eternal silence after countless years.

Now, as the waves of declaration resound from the will of Novia, they stir up the land of the underworld, and the sound of the mighty tide spreads.

This is to proclaim your will.

The intricate yet simple tree structure of the nine great trees emerges from behind Novia, the concepts of heat and cold intertwined, and the World Tree of the Norse pantheon sprouts anew with unprecedented precision and speed.

The prototypes of the endless treasures thrown by the King of Gold broke apart amidst wails, and were then crushed by his ten fingers.

In the radiance, the young hero king nonchalantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his eyes to look at Novia high in the sky, and raised his hands.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of the guqin behind him, the golden light that ignited from his hands reignited.

It's like the flame of God.

This silent surge of light is the result of igniting a spirit that has already reached the highest level of spiritual origin.

The hallucinatory cracking sound rang in my ears once more, the tremors from the shattering of the spirit foundation growing ever clearer.

A deafening roar, as if announcing imminent death, reverberated through the body and soul at that moment.

"King! King! King! King!"

Countless Babylonians cried out, "Gilgamesh, call forth his 'gold'!"

For AE闪, he already possessed the entire world called 'Babylon'.

The young King of Heroes, who had never met Enkidu, chuckled softly.

Gilgamesh and Enkidu are good friends, and he likes this possibility, he really likes it.

That is why I admire you so much, Novia, who, like me, desires to elevate humanity to a higher position.

Born from an impossible "what if," the Hero King generously offered his praise and unleashed a final strike that consumed all of his Spirit Origin.

In that instant, Babylon reappeared from the golden flames, and the power of the Golden King surged forth once more from the countless Babylonians.

A gigantic, pure white arm stands here.

On the smooth surface, several rays of light flowed along the texture, like some kind of machine, the beauty of the texture like a magic circuit. This is the hand of God, which is a manifestation of the unified concept of the Babylonian gods.

"To the Great Ones—"

The chanting, imbued with divine majesty, resounded throughout the land, as if a black hole had been born on the earth, where color and sound vanished, leaving only nothingness and the lingering fragrance of mythology.

The King of Heroes's 'hand' was like a drill bit, splitting into several layers from the wrist to the elbow and spreading out in all directions, beginning to rotate in a spiral. With each rotation, immeasurable magical power was scattered along with amazing sparks.

It was as if it contained a world within it. In fact, this was not a lie; the 'hand' did indeed envelop a concept called Babylon.

The space of the underworld is constantly shattering, centered on the divine arm raised high by the Hero King.

Looking out, one could glimpse stars through the crack—a strike powerful enough to rip the sky apart.

"Show respect!"

The divine arm, poised in its stance, shot out like a cannonball, hurtling towards the sky, accompanied by thunder.

boom!

The underworld itself, including the underground realms of all pantheons, is wailing and twisting.

With each increasingly loud and resonant sound, the very concept of the underworld is impacted by the Golden King's 'hand' clashing with the Holy Sword.

It was as if the underworld was being destroyed; if it were an ordinary god, the aftershocks alone would be enough to knock him unconscious.

A thunderous roar echoed across the sky; this operation tore through the thick fog like lightning.

This is a battle of myths.

With a simple gesture, one can distort and madden the laws of nature.

The underworld, which has existed since the age of gods and can no longer be found, remains unchanged even though the world on earth has changed. It sleeps soundly in the darkness.

A rift has now formed, and a powerful flash of light erupts from the burning spirit base of the Golden King of Babylon, and from the holy sword wielded by Novia. It is not physical, but a vast magical force capable of scorching the spiritual senses.

The initial fragments were very small, but they emerged and expanded at an extremely rapid pace.

Then, countless fragments filled the underworld.

And immediately, the vibrations began.

Terrifying, persistent, and spine-chilling tremors.

"Novia."

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired youth stared directly at the blond-haired boy.

Was this your peak period?

"Yes, I didn't hold back."

"Is that so? So this is what it feels like to be able to give it your all?"

The King of Gold squinted his eyes, as if recalling the past.

"I see, you mean the matter between the King of Heroes and Enkidu."

Novia smiled happily.

"This is the only time in my life that I've ever done this. I suppose I'll never be able to show myself again."

The King of Gold remarked with emotion, "It's like exhaling bubbles of memories from the golden afterglow."

"So, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The Golden King, whose spirit origin has already crumbled—all he does is laugh.

The distorted nothingness tore everything apart and triggered collapse. Mysterious strength and resistance were meaningless in the face of this collision. The torn space had become a physical phenomenon.

Like the end of an aging, massive star, it not only devoured the surrounding ether but also a part of the underworld. The void continued to expand, like waking from a dream, and soon everything returned to its original state.

All that remained was the ceaseless roar of the waves and—

The last laugh of the Golden King as he fell to the ground.

It was like joy.

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Then, as the King of Gold gradually sank into the other side of the dense, dark underworld.

The underworld will now be completely closed with the end of the Holy Grail War.

In this way, Novia, who gained power from the Holy Grail War system, will likely lose some of the power she gained from the Holy Grail War. After all, this is the rule of the planet at present. Before encountering a major crisis in the era that belongs only to humans, there is no need for a power that is too transcendent.

Novia naturally understood this, and he felt it was perfectly reasonable. However, he still had some things to do before the Holy Grail War ended.

"You've been watching for so long, aren't you going to say hello? Kishua, and Kobaek too."

As the silver-haired youth spoke, curved, fang-like streaks of light suddenly appeared in the pitch-black underworld, rushing menacingly toward the horizon.

The light arrow emitted a dazzling silver-blue light, rising at an astonishing speed and gradually turning into a small, meteor-like dot.

A huge, colorful veil had descended from the sky above, its hues of red, green, and purple overflowing with color as the tones shifted—it was the aurora borealis.

As it shines brightly amidst the infinite colors of this nameless night sky, it vanishes without a trace amidst the surging and undulating waves.

Soon, across the sky, the colors of night faded from inky black to blue, taking on the warm hues of dawn.

"Haha, it really has been a long time. My apologies. I didn't realize you noticed. Speaking of which, your way of propelling the planet forward is still the same as ever."

The Demon Marshal, who arrived with the aurora, shrugged and glanced at the blue 'telephone' beside him, which was what Kaobike looked like now.

At the same time, he couldn't help but think to himself, "Didn't you say there was no need to meet right away? Now it doesn't seem like that at all! Junior brother, are you reliable or not?!"

Kobek may or may not have sensed his senior's nagging gaze, but in any case, a young voice addressed to Novia came through the 'telephone' speaker: "My lord, please forgive me for being so late."

"It's alright, you all have things to do too."

Novia looked at Kishua and asked, "Kishua, can you use your second magic completely now?"

"Yes, thanks to everything you did back then, everything is perfectly fine now."

Upon hearing this, Kishua laughed heartily. The deep wrinkles etched on his face showed the passage of time, but his eyes still shone with youthful vigor, making him look about ten years younger.

What he said was true. Since the destruction of the 400-year-old Qihuang and the return of the Holy Scripture Tretin to Kaubak's hands, he, who was originally so badly injured by the Holy Scripture that he dared not use it to avoid being discovered, has returned to the peak state he was in when he destroyed 'Crimson Moon'.

Perhaps out of a desire to rebuild the church and prevent its power from being crushed by the Mage's Association, Kobek, Augustine, and others developed a new version of the Holy Scripture, a high-level weapon that could be wielded and used by the Agents.

Therefore, there came to the standard weapon scriptures, which should be books that record church doctrines, that is, God's teachings.

However, books are merely a medium; what is more important is the conceptual religious texts inscribed on them, which divide them into sacred texts and apocryphal texts. However, there is no significant difference between the two, and they can be regarded as the same.

For example, the Seventh Holy Scripture in the Outer Canons, before being modified by Hier, was not a weapon like a pile driver, but a unicorn horn that carried the Church's doctrine of reincarnation and criticism, just like a book. The surface of this horn was densely covered with sentences such as "Reincarnation is the worst evil," which were powerful conceptual attacks against the immortal Dead Apostles, ghosts, and the like.

Ultimately, however, these are still vastly different from the original holy text, Teredin, which was born from the concept of 'love of the Lord,' and is naturally incomparable to these inscribed holy texts.

"Yes, he even used the Second Magic to create some Ruby and Sapphire Mystic Codes in a parallel world, and he became obsessed with magical girls."

Perhaps displeased with Kishua's attitude, Kobaike did not hesitate to reveal the secrets of the Demon Marshal.

"Fine, fine, I'm obsessed with magical girls, huh? I see your café is doing pretty well, but you're still secretly reading unhealthy books and watching late-night anime there late at night..."

Kishua, who had been exposed, was not angry at all. He instantly remembered what Kobek had told him earlier, so he sighed and twisted the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"You're such a good grandfather. I just wonder what the child's parents will think? Hehe, the more I think about it, the more interesting it is. Don't you think so, my good junior brother?"

At this point, the Demonic Marshal gazed with great interest at the telephone's dial wheel repeatedly spinning and then returning to its original position, as if admiring his junior brother's inability to refute him despite his desire to do so.

"Alright, alright, if you want to argue, you can find a private place to argue after I finish speaking."

　Looking at the two of them, anyone could tell that they had a good relationship and were just teasing each other. If Novia didn't really have something to say, he wouldn't mind continuing to watch them bicker.

Moreover, he understood everything they were talking about. The red and blue magical costume made with the second method, plus the magical girl, that's just Magical Girl Illya, isn't it? As for the café and the grandfather, it's obviously about the Magician's Box... but none of that has anything to do with him.