Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"...I'm afraid you'll be angry."

Tiamat's expression was like that of an excellent student whose homework had been found to be wrong.

After a long pause, Novia replied in a calm tone.

Am I some kind of terrible person?

That's certainly scary.

Tiamat instantly thought of it,

Besides me, anyone who has had contact with you would probably feel the same way.

Even though the words themselves are few, they still contain a thousand words.

It's truly terrifying... especially for children...

But at the same time, there is no more reliable back view than this.

"Oh no, it seems I was right."

At the same time, Novia looked up at the ceiling.

He was now certain that the 'hypocritical' god that Little Mugel spoke of, the only god El hated most, the number one evil god in the Old Testament, Jehovah, was none other than himself...

No wonder Paul found and adopted Jesus right after Jesus' crucifixion during the Roman era. Why did Jesus always call him Father? And according to Yahweh, shouldn't he be the Holy Spirit in the Trinity?

How come he's suddenly a Three-Body Problem user...? And his personality doesn't seem like it at all, except for the part about Maitreya's tribulation... Wait, that does seem somewhat similar...

But that's all.

From Novia's perspective, perhaps that's true; no matter how large or incredible the event, his resolve would not waver.

It's just a thing of the past.

I was genuinely surprised.

"Novia, it's not scary."

Tiamat calls.

Indeed, a child is not scary in a mother's eyes.

Novia blinked, as if to say that it was obviously a joke.

Then--

Tiamat, however, remained unmoved and offered no explanation, simply stating:

"Really? You want me to become a mother like this?"

Chapter 550 Human Judgment - Metatron (5k5)

The sun hangs high in the sky, and the wind is gentle for miles.

Four figures sat on a small boat. The sea beneath the boat had already covered the entire globe. Generally speaking, in order to deal with the possible appearance of drone swarms, some defensive tools would be prepared. However, the people on the boat did not take such measures. Instead, they simply used a powerful aura that could disrupt even the signals of unconscious machines.

The ship was moving at an unusually high speed.

Normally, since Tallahassee is located in northwestern Florida and Cape Canaveral is located in the central part of the East Coast, before the arrival of the New World, the actual driving distance between the two places was about 420 kilometers because they spanned the entire state, and the driving time was usually about 4 hours. Not to mention that nowadays, the only means of transportation due to the rise in sea level is by boat, so it should be very slow in theory.

The wind was howling on the sea.

Originally, it should have been a fierce wind that could easily take lives, a terrifying sound.

Even so, with Tiamat and Novia on the team, their speed was a hundred times faster, without any obstacles.

On the ship, Debit quietly sipped his tea, while Smoke Mirror adjusted his black sunglasses. Novia and Tiamat, who hadn't slept all night, sat in a position that suited their heights perfectly. Novia sat down, while Tiamat Larva sat between his legs.

Although they hadn't slept all night, it wasn't a big deal for the two of them.

After all, Novia and Kama were almost a century apart.

However, for various reasons, the atmosphere on the ship is very quiet now, and the only sound is the wind.

"I felt so comfortable back then. Ah, I was so cute back then, wasn't I?"

Suddenly, Tiamat's voice rang in Novia's ears, its tone completely different from before, quite unlike her juvenile appearance.

As expected of a dragon... it surpasses Typhon, Draco, and Albion, though not quite as good...

After thinking about it, Novia nodded and admitted that Tiamat said he was cute back then, and in fact, he thought so too.

"Wow, although I didn't want to be a mother at first, Novia, you admitted it so silently, so I can't just leave it alone. Even though I'm an infant, I still have maternal instincts."

"...I agree."

“Right? I told you playing the cute role was important. Speaking of which…” Tiamat suddenly leaned up and whispered in Novia’s ear, “Is there anything else?”

The content of the statement was as follows: considering the poor appearance of the two individuals, it was simply too criminal.

Before Novia could say anything, the ship struck a carved plaque—

"St... is St. Augustine. If I think about it, we've definitely arrived at this place."

The smoke mirror explains the words on the carved plaque.

Saint Augustine was the saint Novia met during her time in Avia.

However, this St. Augustine is not that person, but a port city in northeastern Florida, and a city that must be passed through on the way from Tallahassee to Cape Canaveral.

As the first Spanish settlement in Florida, it predates the United States itself, making it the oldest city on the North American continent, the oldest European-style city, and the oldest port city... However, before it became part of Mosaic City, it was already submerged by the sea.

This was originally just a minor incident, but Novia suddenly remembered that Augustine was inspired by him to compile his theories on the Trinity and the City of God...

Now that he feels he is most likely Novia of Jehovah, he can only say that he didn't actually know this at the time.

Then, he couldn't help but utter one of Augustine's famous quotes:

"I love you, and I want you to be who you are."

"......ah?!"

Upon hearing this, Tiamat's cheeks flushed with shyness and joy, but instead of lowering her head, she took a deep breath and exclaimed:

"Me too."

As soon as the words were spoken, an intense light suddenly appeared in front of the boat carrying the four people, scorching their retinas.

sun?

There's no way this could happen.

If it were just heat, it could be explained by reflection or something similar, but there can't be another sun on the other side of the ocean.

However, there, disregarding everyone's thoughts, there was genuine warmth and the sun, the overlord, shining brightly.

If I had to say, that sun was smaller than the one hanging high in the sky...

This is no longer a matter of the laws being distorted within a certain scope; it is, literally, something that can only be considered magic.

Even though it differs from the five types of magic that still exist in modern times—it's too detached from reality to be considered as the emergence of new physical laws.

It has become equivalent to the power of 'God', a phenomenon that has appeared as equivalent to authority.

"...Really?" Novia narrowed her eyes. "Has El's usurpation reached this point?"

At this moment, along with the sun appearing, there were also light-like objects falling continuously and piling up on the sea. There were also several bands of light, like towers formed by tornadoes, connecting the sky and the earth while swaying. Perhaps it would be more accurate to describe them as waterfalls.

Novia calmly watched as 'monsters' flew out from afar, their numbers enough to bury the heavens and the earth.

The quantity was extraordinary, the speed was unbelievable, and the number kept increasing, almost filling the entire space.

At the same time, Tiamat was also wondering if she, as an infant, could fully utilize the power of the Sea of ​​Life to deal with this overwhelming... Whether it was Rahmu or humans, it didn't matter, they were all her children, but these in front of her clearly did not belong to the category of her children.

The monster's size can be described as gigantic. It has huge wings on its back, and its belly and what should be its neck are only rings. It has a ring on its head, and something that looks like a machine is rotating under its skin.

"This is bad. It has such a strong divine and heavenly attribute. Which family's chief god has made a move? Judging from this, it seems to be a formidable opponent."

Smoke Mirror looked somewhat surprised.

Judging from the specifications alone, this is nothing special, at least not his match, but it feels like no matter how many he defeats, it won't diminish in the slightest.

Now, those monsters still spread their wings, gathering one after another, one after another engulfing the sky and the earth. They appear to be still, but in reality, they are moving through space at supersonic speeds and carrying out life activities like swimming fish.

Their numbers appear to be endless, so for ordinary creatures, this would only be a catastrophe of world-ending magnitude.

however,

For some reason, they, which should have quickly spread to every corner of the world, all stayed at what could be called the boundary—

He slowly raised his gaze to Novia, who had stood up on the ship.

He surveyed the overwhelming monsters before him—angels.

Its overly perfect, powerful, and seemingly endless aura, possessing an overwhelming presence that could suppress everything, made its existence overwhelmingly strong for the angels.

Therefore, the angels were all enveloped in a suffocating aura.

fear.

In awe.

Or... what should be called a murky emotion of 'respect'?

Originally, the leading archangel should have said this:

"Unlimited access? Suspected access restrictions."

"The rule is fixed: combat with the opponent is prohibited."

But they all expressed the same confusion:

Has Metatron gone mad? No, that's not right. Is it there too? Even so, the Lord is the Lord—

“I am Novia, the one who stands on the opposite side of you.”

The moment Novia answered, her gaze swept over him like a massive, sweeping sword.

This is not a metaphor; everything that seemed like 'heaven' to the angels was coming at them in a massive, overwhelming manner.

Unable to resist, dared not resist, and even dared not answer.

To be hostile to them is an incurable sin, and to do so knowingly is wrong is undoubtedly a sin in its essence.

This is something that all the angels of the first to ninth orders, as emotionless beings, understand completely from the bottom of their hearts and instincts.

Now, Novia's serene face is exactly the same as it always has been to the angels.

It doesn't matter who you recognize as your so-called Lord, and you don't care what the consequences will be. The only thing you can value is that you were born because of 'human beings', but that's what Lord is.

In fact, the angels were willing to do so.

Therefore, the angels danced wildly in space like a storm.

The angels, numbering in the tens of millions and hundreds of millions, screamed in agony. They willingly allowed themselves to be crushed and thrown into chaos. The upside-down impact of heaven and earth swept over them, causing them to feel as if they were being pulled into an abyss. Were they drifting or falling?

It is unknown, but even so, the angel crawled to the front of Novia's ship, just to be by his master's side.

In this way, the 'Angel's Path' was formed, leading directly to Cape Canaveral.

........

There were no angels with God at first.

Only what they regarded as 'weapons'... were once regarded as gods by humans.

Or to put it another way, the Old Testament is a record of God's actions as understood by human primates from their own perspective.

Because they are gods, those who haven't yet been liberated from the divine realm will naturally understand them from a polytheistic perspective.

The one and only God created countless angels with the wind as their messenger and fire as their servant. Angels were created to serve God and sing praises to Him. And because angels, like humans, have free will, they may accept or refuse commands.

However, as mentioned earlier, God did not initially have any angels with him.

Angels are born from people's imagination of God's actions and stories. In the world, angels are merely containers of power. The angel myths accumulated layer by layer have eventually shaped various archangels with names and identities, but in essence, they belong to a kind of conceptual costume.

Gods interacted with and became acquainted with humans through their actions, and then their thoughts as primates led to an equation called 'angels'.

From this perspective, it's not unreasonable to view angels as byproducts of human 'reverence' for God.

"Don't you think that old geezer who claims to be God's words are too one-sided?"

Cape Canaveral, or somewhere in the transformed Cape Canaveral, has been converted into a solemn courthouse, surrounded only by white and gold.

In this context, Ras** spoke these words to the blond man seated above.