Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"You're so annoying... making me think about this for so long, but I just can't bring myself to hate you."

Anat hugged her arms tightly, even deliberately letting the wine flow out continuously, soaking her body.

She wholeheartedly showed how deeply she loved the "you" she used to address her.

"Is there anything more important in this world than meeting me? Could it be that a new pantheon has been discovered? It must be those weak humans, heh heh..."

He loves people.

This was the only answer Anat received over the long years.

It's unbelievable, but there's nothing we can do about it.

"Well, then I'll be the first 'woman,' that should be fine."

It doesn't mean she was the first woman in the world, but rather the first woman in His heart.

Shortly after.

In that Garden of Eden, an aura so sacred and powerful that its limits were unfathomable swept over everything.

What you see before you is the most beautiful scenery on this planet.

Therefore, by degrading his own divinity and divine nature, and by doing all that he has done to praise his love and loyalty to Him, he is sure that all of this will please Him.

"If you don't come looking for me, then I'll just have to prepare to come looking for you again. But I'm quite obsessed with you in this respect too."

The owner of the voice said this, and at the same time appeared pitifully. Perhaps as part of becoming 'human', her clothes became like those of a mad, dark bride, but her pure smile and aura were reminiscent of her former divine body and divinity.

"Moreover, I am now human. The first woman in this Garden of Eden was created through your hands, and she is absolutely the most perfect human being."

"So come and love me. I am no longer Anat, but Lilith, a weak and frail human woman."

"Therefore, my Father, my husband, and my Lord."

She held the crimson wine high and then lowered it, bathing herself from head to toe, even her exposed belly, in the splashed wine, which added a touch of joy and fervor to her expression.

At the same time, it licked its lips, revealing its canine teeth, and made a grinding sound.

"Please feel free to love me, W (V) Y (A)."

Chapter 546: Kill anyone who makes eye contact with me.

The main characters in the city streets are humans and their followers.

The streets were not filled with the sounds of televisions and livestock, but with Masters and Servants coming and going, talking to each other.

Is the world still considered peaceful and stable?

Walking through the streets of Akihabara under the blazing sun, Kuchime nodded to himself.

However, we should now call him by his real name: Zagreus, the first god of wine in Greece.

He had a face that, from a modern perspective, appeared to be of mixed Asian and Middle Eastern descent, with brown skin. He was dressed in casual clothes in the style of Akihabara and was playing a guitar.

Zagreus, who once saved Yama and Anubis from Morte, did not rely on the Holy Grail system to live in the world. Instead, he relied on the 'Gate of Preservation,' one of the seven gates of the Wandering Sea, to live from the end of the Age of Gods to the present day. He did not want to return to the Inner Sea of ​​Stars like the other gods.

Admittedly, the magician Giz of the Wandering Sea chose Zagreus in order to recreate the planet. Mott's idea was only realized after he stole Giz's plan during the Holy Grail War. However, Giz died long ago in the Holy Grail War, and Mott was also killed by internal and external forces while preparing to use the Himalayas to reach the summit... except for the authority that gathers all death.

"Long time no see, Zagreus. You look even more disheveled than last time we met."

A hand rested lightly on Zagres's shoulder, accompanied by a teasing remark.

Dionysus, who was playing the guitar, suddenly looked up, stopped playing, and turned around—

When he saw the silver-haired youth appear, his eyes sparkled with joy. He raised both hands and replied with a smile, "I did my best. There was really nothing I could do if I couldn't beat him, Lord Avia."

In the fourth century, after being defeated by the splendid court, Zagreus visited Novia, who was accompanied by Typhon.

"So that's why I came? Is that what you think?"

"Of course! I believe that as long as you and the god of divination mentioned by Yama join forces, you will surely be able to kill Mote."

Zagrustan nodded readily, then strummed his guitar and played a lively melody. "At that time, I will present you two with a grand traditional Greek piece!"

Judging from his remarks, Zagreus was unaware that the two were actually the same person.

This is normal, since Yama wasn't present and couldn't identify him on the spot. As for Zagreus, because he had a fragment of Typhon in his body, he was able to confirm that the person in front of him was the Hun king from back then.

Novia did not correct him, but simply said something that sounded very familiar to Zagreus:

"That smell that I both miss and fear, I can feel, that pure anger surging from deeper than my lungs, the abyss of unfulfilled desires roaring... Originally I thought that I would only be responsible for the disputes between people, but for the disasters born in that place, I must do everything I can to resolve them and not let them cause harm to the world at present."

"...Hmm? Why does that sound so familiar, sir?"

This is basically what Zagreus said to Typhon and Avia back then, only now Novia has slightly modified it and said it to Zagreus.

"Maybe you just forgot."

After saying that, Novia turned around.

"Don't worry, since it's been contacted by me, I'll handle it."

In fact, since returning to Akihabara these past few days, well, how should I put it, Novia also wanted to see Zagreus sooner, but the process of pursuing him through Yumina's body took a long time and she loved staying in the penguin costume, so she was slightly delayed.

But now Novia also senses that Mote seems to be dead, because the Himalayas have returned to calm, and Shiva's Anchor of Light has reacted. It's like something accumulated over many years has been easily taken away, or something accumulated over many years has been easily taken away, so it's meaningless, that's the kind of lamenting atmosphere.

In short, judging from these reactions, Mott is indeed dead, as expected... Does that mean everything is over?

it's not true.

Novia sensed El's presence.

That was the first Canaanite God-King, the first Eternal One, who was considered one with Jehovah in the Old Testament.

He said to Novia:

The Old Testament brings about the end of the New Testament.

Just as Mott said to the Grim Reapers: Day will shatter night—just as men show their femininity and women their masculinity.

The main reason why El is entangled with Jehovah, besides the fact that they both originated from the same place, is that the Book of Daniel in the Old Testament mentions two gods: one who is eternal and the other who rides on the clouds. Also, the Greek translation of the Old Testament is called the Septuagint, which is similar to the story of El giving birth to seventy sons of God.

In any case, if it were during the Old Testament period, the Canaan region would undoubtedly have suffered a massacre at the hands of the Old Testament gods.

El was naturally not surprised.

But in Novia's view, the resurrected El should have realized that in the world of magic, "angels" are merely vessels of power. In other words, the "Jehovah" who defeated him was the strongest power formed by the combined wishes of many humans... That being said, Novia couldn't see the Yahweh she met in Rome as having this kind of character.

But then again, little Mugel says she doesn't know Yahweh, only herself, this Jehovah. How can that be explained...?

I don't really understand.

Moreover, when Novia and El met before, El didn't regard him as Jehovah either.

Just as Novia was pondering, Zagreus called out to him from behind:

"...Lord Avia, for some reason, I feel that Mott should no longer be in the Himalayas. He should be at Cape Canaveral now."

Zagreus, the god of wine and also the god of change and rebirth, must have instinctively sensed something.

but.

"Ah, Zagreus, I know, that's where I'm going later."

Cape Canaveral, a mecca for space exploration.

Countless humans in the past have repeatedly explored new worlds beyond the ocean and to the distant horizon, thus making connections between people and everything in the world clear. This is an undeniable feat for primates. However, since sending those cheerful rascals to the surface of the moon at Cape Canaveral, to this day, humanity has never had the opportunity to go to a place more distant than the moon.

Back then, countless people dreamed of exploring the vast and mysterious universe during the Apollo spacecraft missions.

But now that dream has long since vanished.

Mars, Venus, or even the outer universe far from our solar system are all places yet to be reached by humankind.

Therefore, El chose that place as the decisive battleground for his 'Old Testament replacing the New Testament,' which Novia felt was a very good choice.

The good thing is that he will let El know that the world no longer needs the 'old', that the gods as primates are gone, and that what humanity needs is the 'new'.

then.

Novia gazed at the ocean not far beyond Akihabara, her gaze seeming to transcend the distance, conveying some unyielding will—

At the same time, in Cape Canaveral, where vines grew rampant, the silver-haired old man sitting on his throne, without words or thoughts, but only through extrasensory perception, revealed an unfathomable smile.

Should we say that he truly is the Holy Spirit of Jehovah?

Beneath the deep longing lies the domineering nature that should be present, but this time, he is the only divine child, so it's all for the best.

And if he knew of Novia's doubts, he would surely tell her that there were no angels by Jehovah's side in the past.

At the same time, El naturally understood and knew the true meaning of that look—

Anyone who makes eye contact with me... I kill.

Age of Gods.

Before they completely faded away, the worlds of the various pantheons could be described as phase worlds, layered upon each other on the foundation of the real world, influencing its appearance like filter paper.

The Canaanite Age, as mentioned above, was also a phase world.

Although it is the size of a sea planet in many mythological phases, it would be impossible for humans to survive on it.

A question about the gods? Of course.

An endless battle? Not only that.

The answer is—human sacrifice.

In Canaanite mythology, gods, like mortals, must eat, and their immortality is achieved through human sacrifices.

So what if El is the King of Gods? So what if Baal becomes the King of Gods? Will the day of victory bring a bountiful harvest?

Even so, there were no smiles on people's faces. They were not confused by the great harvest brought about by the gods' joy in victory, but understood how terrifying the darkness that awaited them ahead would be.

We survived.

For what?

Needless to say, it was all for the purpose of offering more deaths to God, in addition to various other forms of holy prostitutes.

That endless spiritual suffering oppressed the people born and surviving in the Canaanite era for generations.

but.

Humans are fragile. Even knowing that the joy of the moment will be followed by many times the pain, people will still crave the joy and pleasure in front of them.

When El fell from the eternal and ever-present Venerable, he was not flustered.

Because that was just a temporary trend.

As long as El remains the title of God, as long as Baal remains the title of Master, and as long as Barat remains the title of Mistress, he will sooner or later ascend Mount Saffron again and become the eternal and ever-present Venerable. The reason he declared his eldest son Yam as the true heir was simply to make them fight harder so that the reward for their sacrifice would be extremely high.

El transcends death, becoming the embodiment of struggle. As an element of this world filled with death, he is omnipresent in all things, constantly manipulating all life.

El chuckled, watching his possessions, his offspring, dart about with a mixture of joy and sorrow; this game brought him unparalleled pleasure.

"Oh dear, you've come looking for me? I'm no good anymore. Look at my disabled state, I'm no longer—"

Who was reflected in El's eyes? Even he himself didn't know, because it was the first time they had met.

That man, that silver-haired man, what exactly is he who can gather so much power in such a body?

No, I should say... just what kind of power is this?

“Very good, you are quite good. You are better than my good-for-nothing sons. Perhaps even Anat is not as good as you.”

For tens of thousands of years, during which El reigned as the king of gods atop Mount Safran, this was the first time he had witnessed such a threat. Thus, his crippled body was transformed, and with lightning flashing with blue-purple light, El, shrouded in ferocious divinity, stared at the god of sudden danger.

The true God-King, the Mighty One, the Lord of Time, the Great King, the Father of Gods and Mankind, the Creator of the Earth, the Master of the Earth, the Everlasting One, the Creator, the Ancestral God, the God-King, the Lord of Abundance, the King of the Gods of Canaan—

This is El's true nature; the pressure he is displaying at this moment far surpasses his previous performance in direct combat with Anat.

"Anat is really useless."

"Oh? So it was that unfilial daughter who sent you here."

"She's too useless, so I had to take her place."

"Heh, then, before you die, tell me your purpose in coming here. Is it to bypass those guys and gain my recognition to become the God-King? Or is it to kill me?"

However, the answer he received left El speechless and unable to comprehend what the other person was saying.

Just because.

He said to El: