Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Looking in the direction the finger was pointing, there was a black fog that looked like the end of the world.

The body of Death Mot himself was shrouded in pure darkness.

Using "enveloped" is not quite accurate; it should be said that he was transformed into darkness.

It should be said that he was transformed into light.

Now, Mott has used all his magic and authority to create a new planetary magic device. Although it is ultimately just a concept, it is a product comparable to the surface of the sun. Even the Holy Lance cannot easily penetrate it. It is not afraid of being betrayed by the most crucial 'temple'. To defeat it, at least five Holy Lances would need to launch an attack under equal conditions.

"What a pity, what a pity. If my output had been greater, if the God Era were still alive, if you could still be here, you should have been able to repel me, right? Let me guess, which of the Four Symbols are you—"

As Mott spoke, he suddenly seemed to realize something and shifted his gaze.

From where his gaze fell—

"What if I were still here?"

A voice came from inside.

Seated on the throne that had appeared out of nowhere, the silver-haired old man spoke with a smile as gentle as a breeze sweeping across the earth.

He stroked the edge of his beard, his eyes filled with a profound sense of indifference.

“Mott”.

He murmured about his most filial child.

"How sad."

"What are you saying, Father? Come and save me! You know, I wouldn't have submitted to Anat if it weren't for you. Everything I'm doing now is for Canaan. Father, please lend me a hand. Once my plan succeeds, I can take my revenge on that guy and Anat as I please—"

"You said it was due to an unexpected problem. Not because of a reason that was simply unreachable?"

El's lips seemed to curve into a smile. "Even if you recreate a planet, the difference between you and Him will still be immense, Mott."

"Wha, what do you mean?"

“I will overthrow Him by subverting the new covenant with the ambiguous old covenant.”

El, speaking with righteous indignation, then whispered towards the Holy Lance and the Himalayas in this place.

"I will help you kill him. I have no interest in you, so please rest assured."

After saying this, El closed his eyes.

"Wait, one..."

Mott let out a scream that was stuck in his throat, because in that instant, El's overwhelming fist came down on him.

Therefore, the Grim Reaper's wounds from the chest down are entirely fatal.

Presumably, no miracle or great achievement could save him.

His death was inevitable—

“However, Mott, your authority, which controls the deaths of all the Grim Reapers, is still very useful. So, give it to me.”

And so, those hands from his father were now tearing Mott apart with madness.

"Ahhhhhh, no ...

……

Once upon a time, there was a goddess who was beautiful, but also promiscuous and violent.

As ominous as death, as beautiful as starlight.

As the daughter of El and the sister of Baal, Anat is proud of herself as a perfect being, and even stubbornly believes in her own perfect purity, so pure that even if she gives birth to offspring, she will still be pure. However, she can indeed be that way.

Her personality is passionate, unrestrained, arrogant, belligerent, and unscrupulous. She is also the goddess of hunting, abundance, and battle. In Canaan, she is even called the "fiancée of all people." However, she is not anyone's wife because she cruelly killed countless "husbands from the East and the West" for her own amusement. Even after killing them all, she was not satisfied. She also raged at the gods who came to the banquet and used thunder and lightning to kill them all. When she regained her senses, she ground all the human and divine remains left behind by this massacre into ashes.

Queen of the Heavens, Empress of the Gods, and Sovereign of the Goddess—Anat knew that this title was something she would become sooner or later.

In other words, it was inevitable that he would become the ruler of Canaan.

Indeed, it can be said that way, because the first god-king El was forced to fall from his divine position by her, and his mother was forced to remarry another god by her. The three gods who competed for the second god-king position, Baal, Mot, and Yam, were all no match for her. Compared to Baal (whose name means "master" in Canaanite), she was the rightful Banat (whose name means "mistress" in Canaanite).

until.

that day.

Could it be that no one or any deity has been offering sacrifices to me for so long because they are afraid of me?

It's truly lamentable.

To quell the rising discontent, Anat decided to slaughter all humans and gods she saw at sunrise tomorrow, even though it would lead to a long period of resurgence for all living things in Canaan. The tyrannical goddess of the heavens was neither interested nor did she think there was anything wrong with it.

To put it in an even more extreme way, it wouldn't be a problem even if she were the only one left in the entire Canaan.

Canaan is mine, and I have the right to do what I want with it. Besides, as long as I am here, there are as many people as I want, and the gods will be resurrected sooner or later.

Therefore, there is no need to cherish so-called life; just kill as much as you want, kill as you please, like enjoying sacrifices.

One's own will is the truth of the world, and for Anat, that is everything.

Until that moment came—

"Are you a newly born god of nature? Or... a lost god from another world?"

Anat's first impression of him, who also had silver hair, was terrible. She tried to talk to him with a smile, but he completely ignored her, and her outstretched hand embarrassingly missed.

Therefore, the cruel Queen of Heaven harbored a tyrannical mind and decided to kill them as she had done with the others.

But inexplicably, the desire to kill was mixed with the thought of getting this guy's attention to him.

However, Anat would soon realize how naive... or rather, how meaningless her idea was.

The moment Anat made her move, to describe it in one sentence, the concept of occupying this sky and this place was 'fiery'.

It was burning fiercely, emitting visible heat, yet maintaining a solemn tranquility. This scene was somewhat unusual, or perhaps it could be described as a transcendent sight.

Anathapind originally wanted to look into her own eyes with both love and kindness.

That was undoubtedly true, but Anat couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat as her piercing blue eyes looked down at the Queen of the Sky of Canaan.

"You're pretty useless."

With a snap, it was crushed.

Just like crushing an ant with your fingers without a second thought, completely obliterating its meaning and form.

Anat was crushed to death.

It took Anat approximately seven seconds to revive.

Normally, this speed is ridiculously fast, but for Anat, it's an absolute humiliation; she should have joined forces with the gods to fight back.

“You… no, now that things have come to this, it’s wrong to address you like that; it should be called ‘for you’.”

But Anat did not do that; instead, she stood in front of him again.

"The victor can take the most important things from the loser, sometimes it is power, sometimes it is authority, and in short, all sorts of things."

Her pale green eyes were tinged with anticipation, and for the first time in her life, the Canaanite goddess revealed a captivating, bewitching nature that had captivated countless beings and led them to their destruction.

"What you have taken away is my love."

"That's it..."

After Anat's sincere words, the man then said, "I will kill you gently."

Immediately afterwards, Anat was met with being slashed, beaten, stabbed, and kicked, her entire body covered in blood. Even her vision became blurred and increasingly hazy, but Anat didn't care at all, accepting it wholeheartedly and feeling the ever-increasing extreme excitement.

"Haha, hahaha, hahahahaha—!"

Anat let out a joyful cry, looking up at the sky. Although her attitude made one think she had gone mad, unfortunately, the goddess was perfectly lucid.

She embraced the bewildered silver-haired man who had attacked her, and poured out her overflowing emotions into words.

"You've become so infatuated with me that you're willing to kill me! I'm so happy, there's nothing more gratifying than this!"

Come on, come on, ravage me as you please.

Fighting amidst this overwhelming unease and anticipation, facing the natural tension that pushes you to your limits, and the bewilderment at how easily you are broken, repeating, endlessly repeating, this thought of despair and hope coexisting, this indescribable frustration and joy, is truly maddening.

Hope and despair coursing through her life, Anato keeps resurrecting herself; her obsession is nothing short of madness.

That's it, it has to be like this... but it's not enough, not enough, far from enough—

"Completely useless, that's surprising, Anat, is that your name?"

After countless deaths and resurrections, Anat now lay on the ground, her vision completely obscured by blood. She crawled towards him by sound, gradually reaching out her hand.

However, the silver-haired person did not extend their hand, but gently called Anat as if they were holding hands.

"From now on, die for me."

"Yes! Please treat me as you see fit!"

Afterwards, Anat crippled her father El, triggering a struggle for the second generation of god-kings. Then, after killing Yam and forcing Mot to submit, Baal finally ascended to the throne of god-king as he wished.

"How about it? This is a ceremony prepared for you, brother."

In the temple on Mount Zafen, Baal, who was about to ascend to the throne of the gods, faced Anat, who was dressed in a pure white wedding gown.

"Sister, little sister, you're kidding me..."

"That being said, everyone says I am the Queen of Heaven and the ruler of all the gods. If my brother becomes the God King, wouldn't I, as the Queen of Heaven, have to obey your will? But unfortunately, I have already fallen in love with another god. That's how it is."

Anat, with her cheerful tone, showed no trace of murderous intent.

"what are you saying……"

The voice that Bali managed to squeeze out was hoarse, like an old man talking in his sleep before he dies.

My crazy little sister actually has someone she likes? No wonder she's dressed like that. Is it weird or thank goodness? Anyway, I should just run away and give way. Being the God-King is torture. Let whoever wants to be it take it...

Hearing Baal's murmurs, Anat smiled sweetly... and chopped off Baal's head with her knife.

Ugh, you're all incredibly stupid.

The folly is unbearable to witness, the ugliness is indescribable, and the very existence of this rubbish is itself a kind of error.

It's a pity He won't be invited. If only He could invite all the gods and then kill them all to celebrate!

"Hey, hey, hey, this is bad! It's stained with blood?! Baal, you bastard! You can't even die in peace, I'm going to grind you into powder!"

Upon seeing the divine blood staining her wedding dress, Anat bit her lip as if she were collapsing, feeling immense heartache.

"Ahh, really."

After letting out a groan that sounded almost like a curse, she stained her entire white wedding dress with blood, even using her own blood to cover Baal's blood. With a gritted-teeth expression of displeasure, she nimbly passed through the bloodless gaps in the temple and hurried off to see that person—

"How about that? I've taught my three older brothers and father a lesson. Pretty impressive, right?"

Just seeing it stirred even more turbulent emotions within Anat.

“I didn’t tell you to do that.”

“But even if I don’t do it, you’ll do it sooner or later, right? You’re just assessing the gods here and the local people. After all, I know you hate gods.”

"That's true."

Silence descended once more, as Anat couldn't think of anything to say next, nor could she laugh dumbly or leave the scene.

And that person still hasn't looked directly at her.

All red doesn't look good? Or should it be all white? Next time, grind a corpse into a yellow color.

"Hmm, never mind. Even if you don't look at me, I'll keep looking at you."

Because you are the one who lit the lamp of life for me, I will die only for you.

Anat knew that was her happiness, an uncompromising 'love'.

I want you, I want to be with you. I am perfect in every way, whether it is in terms of beauty, ability or character. Once you have enjoyed my body, you will know my love.

But in reality, things didn't go as Anat wished. In Her hands, she merely became a 'weapon,' a literal object for slaughtering gods, constantly killing.

But Anathapindika wasn't worried that He would care about other goddesses or women, because even if she offered up her own mother, Asherah, to serve Him with her mother, He wouldn't be moved. Clearly, there was no woman in the world who could compare to Him and his mother. And wasn't that a terrifying temptation?

So, what does He actually love?

Why was He gazing at the sea when they first met?

What in the sea could possibly be of interest to him? Humans came into this world from the sea, so too should faith and deities.

And this question was answered by Anat over the long years—