Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

So El's fist shattered, as if it were the result of his attack on Novia, losing authority to the unchanging concept.

But he did not retreat.

Or perhaps, the Canaanite god-king had no concept of retreat.

"Why! What's going on! What do you know! Tell me!!!"

A desperate scream.

Immediately afterwards, visible waves surged from the edge of the earth, and in a short moment, accompanied by terrifying shockwaves, waves tens of thousands of meters high spread out from El's body.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Novia raised her fist and swung it down with unstoppable force. The strike was simple, but its pure destructive power shattered El's head and the core of his being.

"Because you have gathered all the death on this planet, and I just happen to be..."

Novia's deep blue eyes, as blue as the ocean, blinked as if in response.

"It has long since swallowed up death forever."

Isaiah 25.8 (Old Testament)

He (Jehovah) has swallowed up death forever.

Therefore, the trend of victory or defeat is too obvious.

El's usurped Old Testament was blasted away, the infinite power within him shattered and scattered, and the halo behind him was completely destroyed.

Annihilate.

.........

"The crown has cracked..."

Metatron murmured as if in a dream, her lips contorted.

Why? Why? Why? Why? What on earth is going on? This can't be happening! What on earth is going on? How could the crown...?

Could it be because I lost? Because I couldn't take down the enemy in seven seconds?

So that's how it is. I suppose that's all there is to it.

Ugh, honestly, how could I have been so careless? To even dare to aspire to godhood like this, I'm utterly hopelessly stupid. Please forgive my shameful, ignorant, and arrogant behavior.

But I really can do it, please believe me.

So this time, Metatron sat once again on the throne, eyes downcast, hands raised to the heavens.

"Go to hell, all of you go to hell."

It was like a voice announcing fate, suppressing anger, yet also sounding like a kind warning from hell.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ten graces bestowed upon Metatron produced an astonishing effect.

Both the sun's authority from the Smoke Mirror and the blessing of Rasputin's faith were completely denied, and fortunately, only Tiamat escaped.

Behind Metatron, wings spread.

Under her grace, countless pillars of fire and intense light, like a torrential rain, descended from the sky.

It will soon cover every inch of the land densely.

The Mother Goddess of Creation intuitively sensed that the gap between the two sides was too great; simply put, they had no spare strength.

Given the already unpredictable circumstances, she couldn't deliberately reveal that she was a beast.

Although I don't know if this judgment is correct, I have to do it; otherwise, the children will die.

“...My steadfast son, you will surely defy the principles of creation.”

Then, a dark wave appeared beneath Tiamat's feet, stretching endlessly.

Long ago, before life existed on this planet, Tiamat lay in what is now the Sea of ​​Life.

Looking up at the chaotic world filled with dust.

At that time, she could neither see the sun nor the moon; lying in the sea, she could not see any light.

Yes, the sun hadn't appeared yet, so how could we see light?

...No, there is actually light, light that comes from the other side.

Tiamat Larva's Noble Phantasm is a temporary return to the 'Sea of ​​Life', manifesting as a dragon spirit, using its massive spirit to unleash magical power to crush the enemy. It's a very simple physical attack Noble Phantasm, and she probably wanted to block Metatron's next offensive no matter what.

"Are you underestimating me? Mesopotamia are truly a bunch of incredibly vile people. They should have all been executed long ago."

The blessing of flight instantly enveloped Metatron, a speed stronger and faster than the First Sun and the Mother Goddess of Creation—even exceeding the speed of light by countless times.

Even so, Metatron's senses remained intact; her eyes were like those of a raptor catching its prey, and even at superhuman speeds, her eyes would not miss the slightest changes.

“You wicked beast, if I let you be like this, how can I still consider myself a god… Heh, after all, this is a place where Lilith once lived, so it is normal for it to be so wicked.”

For some personal reasons, Metatron felt disgust and extreme aversion to the Mesopotamian gods who had served Lilith.

However, Tiamat immediately refuted the words of the Heavenly Scribe.

"...Lilith? Oh, is that Lilith? Mom won't allow you to say that, because Lilith is a very good girl! You can't say that, children should be kind to each other—"

"Shut up, you idiot!"

Therefore, Metatron rushed towards Tiamat, who was about to return to the 'Sea of ​​Life', with lightning speed and punched her in the face with all his might.

"Whoa!"

Tiamat's defenses were completely shattered, and she will need time to rebuild.

But Metatron wouldn't give her that time.

Then came the knee strike, which mercilessly lifted Tiamat's chin, followed by a horizontal punch to her stomach, and then the fourth and fifth strikes, a continuous barrage of attacks.

To some extent, Metatron's act of taking matters into her own hands was a manifestation of her extreme rage.

"Oh, Mommy, it hurts so much... You bad boy, you bad boy, Metatron, you're the worst child in Mommy's heart! No matter how good you are to Mommy in the future, Mommy will never forgive you easily!"

Although she did not suffer a fatal injury, Tiamat was seriously injured.

"Go to hell——"

Metatron's voice abruptly stopped before he could finish speaking.

"Good opportunity, naughty kid, take my corrective punch."

Seeing this, Tiamat didn't think much of it and just punched Metatron, sending him flying and crashing to the ground.

But soon, she stood up as if in a daze, her whole body tense, standing in the direction of the Tiamats, staring wide-eyed into the distance.

A strange sense of dread rose up her spine.

Then, we saw the pillar of light shooting into the sky and the roaring airwaves.

Everything was trembling, like a roar.

No, it sounded more like a wail.

"What is this thing again?"

Smoke Mirror exclaimed, peering over the shoulder: "What the hell is this? How come there's another one? Has your Bible system gone mad?"

One Metatron was already incredibly troublesome, and now it feels like another one is coming... It's too much trouble. Why are you all doing such big things in this era? Why didn't you guys come out when Ort came back?

Just as Smoke Mirror was making his comment, he realized that Metatron's behavior seemed rather strange.

It's like a fear that comes from the bottom of your heart.

However, for some reason, the Smoke Mirror had a strange sense of déjà vu about the blurry existence in the distance that was too powerful, too powerful to see the end of, and even had the power to split the world in two.

"...No, that's impossible."

In a brief moment of disorientation, Metatron, whose mouth was trembling and whose speech was stuttering, suddenly felt as if he had returned to the past.

They returned to the days when they were subjected to the punishment of being whipped with fire due to a 'misunderstanding'.

As she lay on the ground, filled with anticipation, gazing at the returning God, her eyes were drawn to His silhouette, and she was filled with longing.

however,

God said nothing to her in that state, nor did He care.

"No, no, impossible, absolutely impossible, there must be some mistake, this can't be happening..."

Despite Metatron's words, she quickly saw it—

So familiar.

His expression was calm and indifferent as he walked straight toward them. A sharp glint flashed from his long, slender legs, like a blade, which made Metatron's expression freeze completely.

Metatron tried hard to control his fear and calm himself down, but sweat continued to pour from his forehead.

The footsteps grew closer, and Metatron, with his head down, caught a glimpse of the shoes.

step,

Step by step,

At what Metatron considered the perfect distance, she knelt down and reached out her hand as if begging.

but,

Just like that time before.

Novia said nothing and walked past her without paying any attention, continuing on her way.

Chapter 555 Lilith: Grinning, Little Jehovah (6k)

Metatron turned around cautiously yet boldly.

Even in such moments, when she saw God so close before her, her heart raced uncontrollably, and she even wanted to thank the Lord for being willing to appear before her in this state.

"Wow, you've arrived just in time! I almost got taken down by this angel."

"That's right, it was a close call just now. The Chief Referee's strength is truly astonishing."

"I'm glad you're all alright. Tiamat... are you alright?"

"Yes! Of course, I'm very, very strong..."

"Tiamat, you might be more convincing if you wiped away your tears before you spoke, and what about those words you used to angrily rebuke the chief judge..."

"Waaah, Rasputin, don't you dare say a word to your mother!"

“That’s the truth. Now that you’ve come all the way from over there, Lord Novia, I suppose you…” Rasputin looked at Metatron, who was not far away, and smiled. “You must know what that old geezer did. Actually, I wanted to stop him, but unfortunately, the Chief Referee was unwilling to come with me.”

Rasputin had long disliked Metatron, who claimed that his will was the will of God, so he was currently in a very good mood.

Moreover, Metatron is theoretically an angel from a pseudo-canonical source.

It's perfectly normal for him to dislike it. In fact, since Novia's suppression in Rome, Jewish pseudo-canonicalism had been rejected for a long time.

Metatron was naturally able to hear Rasputin's words; in fact, she clearly wanted to disrupt this conversation that ignored her, but in any case, she was already prepared.

I will be killed later, because I intend to judge and destroy humanity, but it doesn't matter now, no matter how much I apologize, I will not be forgiven.

after all.

I have indeed made a big mistake.

Ironically, even though I was born based on the idea of ​​being the closest angel to God, the distance between us is actually incredibly vast.

Whether human or angel, I've already been despised by both.

In that brief moment, stretched out to seem endless, Metatron heard strange sounds about Novia—

“Metatron, I don’t intend to blame you, but I won’t take your side either.”

The reason it's considered strange is because Metatron sensed a subtle... oddity in those words. Although it was somewhat presumptuous, Metatron had originally imagined that he would be instantly annihilated, after all, he was not only conspiring with El, who had usurped the Old Testament, but also attempting to... usurp divine authority and destroy humanity.

That was an extremely grave sin.

More accurately, it should be called slackness, because I neither did what I was supposed to do well, nor did it do anything good for me.

Therefore, it is truly a miracle that God can now have a dialogue with Himself.

Therefore, Metatron was prepared for death.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry! It's all my fault, all my fault. Please erase my concept completely. Although this is not a sin that I, a mere 'avatar of power,' can atone for, I almost caused a great disaster."