Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

No matter what threats I face, I will not back down, for I am the Lesser Jehovah.

Lord,

I am in awe of Your unchanging grace, and I am deeply grateful for Your 'ten blessings and one million three hundred and sixty-five thousand blessings'—the sea of ​​blood covering the earth, as if weeping, transformed into flames of billions of degrees on Metatron's body, obscuring the seventy-two pairs of wings, the three hundred and sixty-five thousand shining eyes, the forty-nine jewels, and the crown.

Well done, enemy that could rout the angelic army to the point of losing its will to fight! But what about now?

Your full strength will surely be crushed before me. Though it is not worth mentioning, if such a gain is made in the process of punishing humanity, it is still gratifying.

"The omniscient and omnipotent will be the ruler."

Speak softly, entrust your body to 'power', and a thunderous brilliance will appear anywhere in your field of vision.

All obstacles are for the sake of killing.

Just as Metatron was about to step forward to confront the culprit who had caused the Heavenly Kingdom's army to collapse, El stepped out.

"You are different from me, you look so radiant and magnificent."

This is the truth.

Despite the trillions of degrees of heat emanating from Metatron, it still appeared majestic and holy, seemingly inviolable, prompting anyone who saw it to offer prayers.

In contrast to Metatron, El is quite different. He has blurred and usurped the Old Testament by taking advantage of the inaccuracy of human records. Despite this, he still appears as a frail, silver-haired old man, giving people a feeling that he may die at any moment. In addition, there is an extremely ominous aura about him.

"Oh, so you think I'm not pure?"

"Of course, the evidence is that you were furious just hearing that I had usurped the Old Testament. Why do you think that is? Don't you know? You don't know, do you?"

"—Stupid question, don't even think about it. Don't compare me to someone like you. I can't stand you for even a second."

Metatron asserted without hesitation that if it weren't for the need to deal with humans first, she would have dealt with El long ago.

"Hahahahahaha..."

With a deafening laugh, billions of lightning bolts around El transformed into a storm. Metatron killed the ever-expanding lightning while charging towards El.

The astonishing sight, the instantaneous chaos, was enough to shatter the very concept of battle, for everything was submerged in a sea of ​​blood.

Of course, both of them knew that at this moment neither of them could completely solve their problems.

"Regardless of anything else, you seem to have once sat on the throne of the strongest in your own imagined world, and you are completely unaware of it..." El stroked his beard and smiled. "But I also admit that you are, after all, the strongest angel. How about this, instead of dealing with the enemy that defeated the angels, you go and deal with Apollo here. This is a return gift. If you can't even beat that level, then you are nothing special."

"What did you say?"

"That guy's goals are the opposite of yours. He wants to contain humanity, but he doesn't want humanity to become extinct."

In that case, it becomes one of the enemies we need to deal with.

With this answer in mind, Metatron withdrew the flames around him and squinted at El.

"...Since that's the case, fine, I'll tell you again, I am the strongest angel under the Lord. Don't think you can be arrogant just because you succeeded by chance, you imposter."

"Well, I don't know for sure until that moment actually arrives. But I'll try my best to grasp it."

"Ah."

After letting out a cold laugh, Metatron left the courtroom, while El, who remained there, naturally put on an indifferent expression, reaching out to touch the wall as lightly as if gently stroking it.

"...Trouble. Even the guys who should be emotionless have become like that Anat guy."

To be honest, El can understand Anat's feelings.

At that time, he knew perfectly well how tired Anat was of Canaan, and that she even wanted to kill everything in Canaan except herself.

Because Anat was indeed powerful, no god or man could 'shake' her. Therefore, when she encountered Him, who made even the universe seem insignificant in her eyes, she was easily killed, and her soul was offered to Him... El, who had usurped the Old Testament, was well aware of this and truly understood it. If he had known at the time, he probably would have done the same.

That's just wishful thinking. After all, the continuation of the Canaanite gods requires human sacrifices, which is fundamentally contradictory.

Thus, El, having received the Old Testament, understood that from this man's perspective, there was no difference between humans and gods, just like ants running around, which was meaningless from an overhead view.

Without any discontent or confusion, unaware of self-reflection or compromise, as a terror, He showed mercy to whomever He wished, pitied whomever He wished, and cared about nothing, killing whomever He wanted.

Since the birth of this planet, no other god or human has ever been like Him.

He sits atop a mountain of victory and divine corpses, a height beyond the comprehension of ordinary men. Even now, the indelible shouts of joy and trembling of the 'Lord of Hosts' still echo in his ears, along with the endless angels singing of Him as the unchanging, glorious light of the world… Yet He is so extraordinary, utterly beyond El's comprehension—

It's truly incomprehensible why this is done to humans.

But what matters most now is the excitement burning in El's chest; he wants to savor that feeling of fulfillment once more.

He was not angry about his daughter's (Anat's) rebellion.

He was not angry about his wife's (Asherah's) infidelity.

The gods of Canaan were slaughtered, and the land was stained with the blood of the gods, but he didn't care.

The victor can get everything from the loser—wife and daughter?

It's nothing to worry about, and besides, El would feel the same way if he were in the same position, so it's only natural.

Very well, since you cherish humanity so much, then if I win, I will devour all of humanity.

Looking forward to a battle that surpasses that sense of fulfillment, to savor that supreme and sweet battle, El doesn't want anyone to disturb his upcoming battle with Novia before that blissful moment arrives.

That's why he put Metatron in charge of 'Apollo', it's that simple.

"This is what remains unchanged about me: insignificant, ignorant, powerless, and foolish humanity! Ah, I will surely devour them all without exception—"

"Jehovah!"

Just as El was taking his oath in the courtroom, the gates of Cape Canaveral collapsed with a crash.

Novia, treading on the path leading to Cape Canaveral formed by the remains of angels that had accumulated from the seabed to the surface, simply moved forward expressionlessly.

The mark was straight and uncurved, much like the Red Sea parted by Moses in the Ten Commandments.

Angel,

Because of the 'power vessel' created by humanity's actions toward God, regardless of the planet or culture, the activities of sentient beings will always be accompanied by faith.

Their power was once meant to symbolize the glory of the Lord. Did they bleed back then?

The answer is unknown, but at least the outcome here at this moment is clear.

Novia has killed countless angels, but she knows that angels continue to appear.

It kept decreasing, the head flew off, the heart was torn apart, and the sprayed blood evaporated, disappearing like morning mist.

Tens of millions? Hundreds of millions?

It doesn't really matter, because angels are conceptual beings and will not be completely extinct. Therefore, theoretically, there is no upper limit to the number of angels. As long as the crown's control continues, it will not end. It is even possible that they will accumulate into the universe in unimaginable numbers.

Nevertheless, Novia remained unperturbed, muttering to herself as if nothing had happened, completely unconcerned about the angel's death, and her face still showed no trace of a smile.

"What a waste of time. Even now, no angel has succeeded in rebelling against the crown."

Then let's kill them all.

Novia's mind seemed to instinctively conjure up this sentence.

Angels, in biblical mythology, appear to be appendages of God.

But in Novia's eyes, they were more like appendages of humanity, or to put it another way, the reason the Old Testament God accepted angels was actually only one thing—

Because it was something that humans sent.

So simple, so pure.

So, seeing the angels still pouring forth, Novia raised his right hand—

The planet seemed to be trembling, though faintly, but it was definitely manifesting itself. A massive tsunami, named for its silence, was perhaps approaching, carrying an invisible, silent, and deathly pressure.

The wages of sin is death.

In religious studies, especially in Christianity, sin is defined as sin, which is a sin judged by God, while sin applicable to the world is called crime.

The Book of James says: When a person is tempted, he shall not say, “God is tempting me,” for God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone.

Therefore, all prayers gradually turned white.

The intense, illusory light burned and dissipated, as if it were the end of everything.

After Novia lowered her hand, the corpses of the angelic army lay strewn across the land, falling continuously from the sky like a torrential downpour.

At the same time, the crown's instructions were erased without a trace.

"Let's split up and get to work."

After saying that, Novia walked into Cape Canaveral alone without waiting for the replies from the others. After taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned to look at Tiamat. Upon noticing her trembling appearance, the silver-haired youth touched his hair with a slightly helpless expression and then said again, half-jokingly, "Am I some kind of terrifying person?"

Unlike her previous hesitation, Tiamat quickly shook her head this time.

So Novia said to Tiamat in a voice so gentle it seemed to melt, "You'll be with them from now on, you don't need to follow me."

This was actually Novia's original plan.

The reason Apollo became stronger was because of Tiamat, the Mesopotamian creator goddess who couldn't accept the departure of her children. Therefore, she resonated with Apollo, which is why she became stronger. As for Debit and Smoke Mirror, among the angels, he saw a few strange black creatures, which were undoubtedly Cretans that appeared because of the angels' relics.

Speaking of which, this place has already been transformed into heaven... which is quite normal, since El is now the god of the Old Testament. However, in Novia's opinion, the ability to summon so many angels is most likely due to the involvement of one of the angels.

then,

He strode toward Novia, where El was located, his voice calm yet heavy.

"Has he already become the God of the Old Testament? Then—"

Is Jehovah in the Old Testament the same person? Perhaps he is, or perhaps he isn't.

Because that is only how humans see Him.

El did not become Him, but became the Him recorded in the Old Testament.

"Are you prepared for the price to see my eyes, El?"

That was more sincere than any other word; it was the silver-haired man's declaration as he prepared to fight his way to the ends of the earth.

Chapter 552 Eternal God/God (6k)

The clean white floor felt soft, almost liquid, through the shoes.

There was nothing in the passage that Novia walked through that could be called a light source. If a normal person didn't look closely, they definitely wouldn't be able to recognize their own hand.

If you relax even slightly, you can easily fall into the illusion that you've been thrown into a vast, endless space. It's a space that completely ignores the existence of humans and prioritizes the appearance of angels. If you look closely, you'll see something written in golden letters everywhere, perhaps the names of angels or so-called prophets.

Only the faint, spring-like light from afar and the echoing white sounds emanating from the all-white space told Novia that the road was a straight passage.

After walking for about ten minutes, Novia was about to reach the end of the passage—

It was a white wall with calf carvings that radiated a pure light.

As Novia walked step by step, the wall emitted a heavy mechanical sound and slowly opened.

"Unlimited access? Suspected access restrictions."

"If the rules allow, unlock based on special circumstances."

There was a vast, chaotic space that stretched as far as the eye could see, a space that seemed to symbolize the end of the world.

Damaged, twisted, emerging, chaotic, and in the most conspicuous place in the center, there was an exceptionally high platform, with all sorts of unknown sacred objects arranged around it as if surrounding the throne.

"You've finally arrived." The thinly dressed, hunched old man sitting on the throne lowered his head. "What's wrong? Come in quickly."

"Hmm, did you just transform the Tribunal into Heaven?"

Novia's words were less of a question and more of a confirmation, El replied with a smile.

"I used my privileges to make an exception."

"Abusing authority is the first step towards arrogance. Have you consulted the angels?"

“Angels,” the hunchbacked old man said with a persistent, mocking smile, “should have been eliminated long ago. The containers of power born from human imagination should perish along with humanity.”

"Yeah."

"I am now the God of the Old Testament, and there's nothing I can do about it."

As the old man spoke, he rose from his throne, his hunched body swaying as he slowly descended the steps of the platform.

He is the supreme god, the father of gods, men, and all living beings, to the Canaanites and the entire ancient Levant region.

The Eternal One made a covenant with us, and the Queen of Heaven made a covenant with us.

And all the sons of El, and the great council of all the saints, by the oath of heaven and the ancient earth.

Its name is El.