Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

In Enosh's view, this was to discipline a naughty child, implying the existence of something terrifying, which was a warning from the parents to the child.

To some extent, this can be considered a common practice that transcends time and region, which is very convenient for parents, but troublesome for children.

However, Enosh liked it very much and even begged his father, Seth, to say more, saying that he wanted to see their guardian god and their protector god. Seth was puzzled by his reaction, so in order to scare Enosh, he then used an extremely exaggerated tone.

"Gods certainly exist, but they don't easily appear before us. As for monsters... no one knows what those horned, man-eating beings look like. But I've heard that long, long ago, before my father's father was even born, that monster led a group of monsters to wreak havoc on the world."

"Then why do we still exist? What exactly is God?"

"Because we were saved by God, those cannibals were all killed by God. So even though you say you really want to see them, you must know that those people are dead. By the way, if you dare to disrespect God, you're finished, because no matter how much you cry and apologize, God will not forgive you."

Unfortunately, contrary to Seth's expectations, Enosh was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he longed to see the god even more.

"Since God will protect us, then as long as we don't do anything irreparable, he will surely forgive us, right?"

Seth seemed dumbfounded by the innocent Enosh, and was somewhat speechless.

Then Enosh raised another question.

"Father, how do you know that God exists? Haven't you never seen Him?"

Seth sighed, then pointed to the night sky outside the window: "Look there."

Enoch, not understanding the situation, honestly asked:

"There are so many stars there, but what's wrong?"

“Yes, but the stars in the sky used to be man-eating bull-horned monsters, all of them were enemies. Now they have become stars that protect us. Grandpa and Grandma would probably say the same thing. Do you understand what I mean now?” Seth said with a helpless smile. “Never mind, this is not something you care about now. In short, you have to be good from now on.”

"Alright. But, Father..."

"Anything else?"

"Is there any other name besides 'God' that can be used to address God?"

“Of course not, probably.” Seth paused, as if remembering something. “But my father said that no matter what, God’s glory will never change and will always embrace us.”

"I think it probably is, we just don't know it right now."

Enoch rose, went to the window, looked up at the countless stars in the night sky, raised his hand and clenched his fist.

"Alright, I've decided, I must find God's name!"

"You brat, I just told you not to be disrespectful to God, but I've heard that God's name contains the letters W and Y..."

As time passed and stars shifted, Enosh, now grown up, never gave up on his childhood dream. He always continued to move forward alone in the wilderness, yet he could never stop.

There was no other reason, I just wanted it to be this way.

Enoch simply took his childhood dream as the purpose of his life.

He spent the vast majority of his 950 years fulfilling his dream.

I have witnessed the endless desert and the lives that still struggle to survive in the sinful land of Nod.

God, when you see the clear sky and the countless stars that you have truly transformed into, what are your thoughts?

The trail of light that illuminates the darkness.

It will definitely be with a silvery laugh—

The old Enosh gazed at the eastern sky, believing that before that landscape of sand, there would surely be beautiful flowers blooming in vibrant colors.

walk,

Walking slowly,

Enoch was so excited at the thought that he would soon see God.

The sand gradually disappeared, and the road became narrower and narrower. When Enosh came to his senses, he was walking on only one road, with nothing around him.

This was also the moment he had longed for since childhood—

however,

Enosh was too tired to walk any further; he had walked for so long and was truly exhausted.

He lost control of his body and collapsed, his consciousness almost fading away and melting away.

Because 'someone' embraced him, the last thing Enoch felt was the warmth of the morning sun emanating from his body.

This reminded him of his father's words: God's glory is unchanging and will always embrace us.

Indeed, it is both warm and incredibly reassuring.

So Enosh whispered a name in a trembling voice—

".......YHWH (Jehovah)."

However, at this most crucial moment, this man, Enosh, who had spent his entire life on this, reversed the positions of W and Y.

then,

From that time (of Enosh) people began to call upon His name—

Genesis 4:26 (Old Testament)

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That name?

name?!

Because there are so many names for the one God in the Old Testament, El couldn't immediately recall which one Novia was referring to.

But since He so readily allows himself to control the Old Testament, frankly stating that God is irrelevant, as long as the name exists, that's enough.

"You! You really are—"

El felt angry again, as he had in the past and as he now.

"This is absolutely infuriating!"

The first punch pierced through the concept itself, enough to trigger a supernova explosion within a limited area; the second punch was condensed death, giving birth to and bestowing death; the third punch was an intense heat burning at billions of degrees; the fourth punch was a torrent of lightning that completely shattered the body; the countless destructions of the fifth and sixth punches transformed into a massive tsunami...

The countless punches were all concentrated fragments, their power far exceeding their appearance; in reality, they were equivalent to the violent collision of several planets.

At that very moment, everything crashed down on Novia.

Since we're demanding our full effort, it's only natural to act with murderous intent and eliminate them without leaving a trace.

Nevertheless, Novia responded with the exact same punch.

He now fully understands his God of the Old Testament, or rather, he should have understood long ago, because—

Isaiah, Old Testament: On that day the Lord will punish the crocodile, the swift-moving serpent, and the crooked-moving serpent with his hard and powerful sword, and kill the great fish of the sea.

The 'swift snake' he spoke of was none other than Leviathan, whom he had killed during the Roman era.

Suddenly, Novia frowned.

"Is that Metatron over there?"

.......

red.

Of the many colors in the world, the most eye-catching color is the one that any intellectual being can most easily recognize.

For example, when gladiators brandished their weapons and pierced their enemies in the Roman Colosseum, their intention was more to stir the emotions of the audience than to kill them. Similarly, the warning colors of modern traffic lights are just a few examples.

Therefore, from the beginning to the present, the color red has represented 'passion,' 'victory,' 'love,' 'killing,' and most importantly—

'The strong'.

Only the strong who defeat their enemies and achieve victory can be stained with red.

A violent burst of light erupted from the massive steel body, spewing forth from its humanoid eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

That's flame.

The flames were terrifying.

The raging flames spread, stinging the eyes and making it difficult to look directly at them.

This is the scene that Tiamat and the others saw when they reached the finish line, reflected on the other side, along with the blonde woman.

To be precise, and to put it simply, she was a 'girl angel' with a pair of small wings and a pair of large wings, holding a sharp, small blade in her left hand, which emitted a dark blue flame.

However, after she defeated Apollo, the original target of Tiamat and the others, and knocked him to the ground, she casually and nonchalantly produced a small blade in her right hand. After the blade merged with her left hand, it became something resembling a gavel.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry to have kept the chief referee waiting."

Focusing on the opposite side of Tiamat and the others, a brown-haired man dressed in priest's attire walked over expressionlessly.

Compared to the other two who seemed at a loss, Smoke Mirror appeared completely uninterested in everything around him, simply pointing his gun at his sunglasses and giving a wry smile.

"Hey, hey, hey, we're both professional-level experts, right? Stop with this pointless threat. Don't you know what a waste of time is?"

"One America, one Mesopotamia, and one human being, is that right?"

The blonde girl's tone was less of a question and more of a confirmation.

"Tiamat, the mother of creation in Mesopotamia... and Tescatlipoca, the first sun of the Aztecs."

Strange, Tiamat thought to herself.

What is this woman before me, radiating an overwhelming divine power related to Novia?

It's unreasonable that I could be targeted by human forces in my current state. Even if I returned against the rules, since Novia is there, there's no need to explain to the planet. It's a matter of course for both sides.

despite this.

If there are exceptions—

If there is an exception... is it because you admire my tireless efforts in searching for my child?

Tiamat Larva immediately put her hands on her hips and answered happily.

"That's right, it's me, Mom! I'm Tiamat!"

“Those wicked gods who are too flamboyant.”

Metatron slowly straightened up, making no attempt to conceal her hostility. She rose from the massive Apollo, and against the backdrop of the still-burning flames around her, she not only didn't look like an angel, but gave off a terrifying impression. She swung the gavel in her hand, and although her somewhat stiff pose diminished the effect of her majesty, Tiamat and Smoke Mirror still took a step back.

This was natural; the unknown girl in front of them made the two instinctively wary.

With a boom, as if the flame of life had been ignited in the primordial sea, Metatron began to sway and shine.

“If you commit suicide now, I can forget that I have ever met you. You can die, and I can also choose not to have met you. More importantly, I don’t want to sully my hands. For the sake of the individuals, we should be able to make a deal. There’s no need to hesitate, is there?”

"......"

Smoke Mirror remained silent, then took out a sacrificial staff with an antique feel, as if a gentle swing could shatter a human skull.

This appearance fails to reflect the aesthetic beauty that a weapon of the gods should possess.

Of course, smoke mirrors probably don't need to be aesthetically pleasing.

"Knowing I'm no match for them, I still fight back. Even though I could easily defeat them, I just don't want to get my hands dirty—oh well, there are always unavoidable situations."

Metatron swung his gavel down.

"Then, let's begin the verdict, Prosecutor Rasputin."

"...Yes, Chief Referee Metatron."

The moment the words were spoken, Smoke Mirror and Debit frowned.

Metatron, dressed entirely as an angel, isn't he the so-called Lesser Jehovah? And isn't Rasputin also an adversary of the believers? In other words, hidden at the very end is the one from humanity's largest faith, considered the one and only God?

Such conjecture is quite normal, since so-called angels are beings who obey the Lord.

However, unlike the other two, Tiamat let out a confused sound.

"...........Well?"

Rasputin, that's me, your mom! And that Metatron... since they're all little Jehovahs now, they should definitely call me mom!

That being said, Tiamat was still confused looking at the two extremely serious people.

But then, Rasputin, with an indifferent expression, spoke up.

"Debit Zem Void has extinguished the hope of the 452 people who escaped from Cape Canaveral."

"Tescatlipoca, you satisfy yourself with human sacrifices, and the number of humans who have died in your rituals is countless."