Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Shejina spoke easily, her voice as calm as if she had just bumped into an interesting acquaintance on an unfamiliar street.

"So, you do understand how important 'he' is?"

Ignoring the massive machine, they fixed their gaze on Epsilon.

"Nothing in this world is unchanging, so we must find that 'unchangeable' thing...right?"

The moment the words fell.

The world begins to change.

It was not a simple erosion like the black spots created by Epsilon, nor was it an emergence of energy.

That's the 'quality' of the entire space changing.

Centered on Shejina, an indescribable 'attraction' was born, as if she had transformed into an invisible singularity, drawing in everything around her—light, darkness, concepts, and laws—and then permeating and expanding the scene reshaped by Shejina's own will into the entire world.

The field is being redefined.

"Damn it! Capture, connect immediately!"

The smile on Ipsilon's face vanished instantly, replaced by an urgent shout.

Typhon Titan's massive body sank slightly, assuming a posture of impending soul synchronization with the pilot.

however,

Too late.

What has already happened cannot be changed.

For Epsilon, the absolute violence that defied all reason had already arrived.

"Alas--!"

A short, sharp gasp, a mixture of astonishment and disbelief, escaped from Epsilon's mouth.

She froze on the spot, and Lilith was equally dumbfounded.

At that moment, the ultimate Satan remained silent.

It simply straightened up slowly from behind Shejina.

There were no unnecessary movements, no earth-shattering roars.

It was as if all of this was insignificant, as if destroying that three-thousand-meter-tall giant didn't even require its deliberate effort.

The halos and runes that originally surrounded Shejina, representing the authority and power of 'God,' have now all moved to her side, slowly rising and falling like stars surrounding the moon.

It cast its gaze upon the enormous mechanical dragon.

It was just that one glance.

Just a glimpse.

It was not an energy surge, but rather the most undeniable "definition" declared by the Lord regarding the impurities within its domain—the three-thousand-meter-tall Typhonian body, about to complete its connection with Epsilon, that fusion of biological and mechanical elements, a symbol of absolute power—

He was torn apart by five horses.

This term is not accurate.

Because it wasn't even a tearing apart, but a more thorough, conceptual 'negation'.

The body's limbs and torso were simultaneously pierced by invisible giant nails, then pulled apart, and finally fixed in the void in an extremely humiliating posture, forming a huge and twisted cross, its concept as a "weapon" was completely stripped away.

There was no explosion, no roar, only deathly silence.

Air, chains, light—everything that comes into contact with it is given the attribute of 'negating everything'.

This fact, without the need for understanding or analysis, arose naturally in the minds of Lilith and Epsilon as if it were a revelation.

What horrific violence this is.

In Epsilon's understanding, this was a level of destructive power that only Chaos could achieve, a level of violence that even the Olympian gods had never experienced when facing the giants in the distant past.

The next instant,

The ultimate Satan's enormous hands gently closed at a speed that had already far exceeded the speed of light.

Its palms are outstretched upwards, like a throne.

Meanwhile, Shejina's figure had somehow appeared atop it, looking down at the two of them with an air of supreme authority.

"What," Shejina's voice held a lazy laugh, as if she had just finished a boring drama, "is that all?"

The situation is very bad.

This could even be considered extremely disadvantageous for Lilith.

but.

Even amidst such brutal violence, even with his most prized trump card being dismembered in an instant, Ipsilon, dressed in the Saint-Defen gown, showed no sign of worry.

This is very unnatural.

Lilith realized this instantly.

Unless Epsilon has some other tricks up its sleeve.

indeed.

In this fleeting clash, Shejina proved with overwhelming power that the ultimate Satan she commanded possessed divine might comparable to Chaos.

But Epsilon also noticed a small but crucial difference.

Shejina and that ultimate Satan are not one and the same.

The true form is Typhon himself; he is power. The ultimate Satan is ultimately just a 'creation,' a 'tool' that obeys Shejina's commands.

Every tool has its limits, and every instruction has its delays.

As long as we find that opportunity... that's all we need.

That's it—

"Ha, how naive."

Ipsilon gave a cute hum, and once she returned to normal, she even playfully stuck out her tongue at Shekina and made a very provocative face.

"Judging from your tone, it sounds like you've already got the victory in the bag? Where does this inexplicable confidence come from? You idiot, don't underestimate me, your 'little sister'!"

The moment the words were spoken, the stars began to tremble.

If there were an ocean here, it would surely unleash towering waves.

however,

The source of this world-shaking voice comes from above everyone's heads.

The sky is cracked.

Like countless stars, falling simultaneously at this moment.

That was not a real celestial body, but rather the Typhon Titan machine, identical to the one that had been nailed to the cross earlier.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand...

The quantity is too numerous to count.

Rather than awe-inspiring military might, it was an extreme and astonishing waste.

Epsilon, fueled by its boundless faith, is like an arms factory with an unlimited budget, frantically and tirelessly mass-producing Typhon's true form.

This extravagance and wastefulness even made Lilith, who was standing next to her, feel physically uncomfortable.

If Metatron were here at this moment, the once extremely diligent Heavenly Secretary would probably briefly break free from the abyss of 'sloth', return to his duties, and then be so enraged by the irrational wasteful behavior of his sister, Saint-Defen, that he would faint from anger.

Perhaps even Shekina thinks so—

"...You really aren't cut out to be a god."

The evidence is that, for the first time, a clear, dumbfounded expression appeared on Shejina's perpetually icy face.

She even ignored Ipsilon's almost insulting provocation and instead criticized his wastefulness.

"What a waste! What's the point of producing so many of these?"

"Who do you think you are, interfering with me like this?" Ipsilon retorted, hands on her hips, her logic brimming with a childlike, unyielding stubbornness. "My brother hasn't said anything, so what right do you, an outsider, have to meddle in our family affairs? You're really asking for trouble. My family matters are none of your business!"

"......What did you say?"

Lilith could clearly sense that, for the first time, Shekina's emotions had experienced a violent fluctuation beyond jealousy.

That was 'anger'.

The rogue and lawless Ipsilon, with his unreasonable behavior relying on his so-called 'sister' status, was an extreme 'unnaturalness' that, for Shejina, who had become the 'God of Midrash,' was an 'abnormality' that could not be ignored and was a threat to the very foundation of her existence.

Shejina became God by accepting the legends sung by mankind, therefore her every word and deed must abide by everything in the legends.

According to the Midrash, God Shejina withdrew from the earth to the heavens because of humanity's 'evil deeds,' since there was no longer a place for her to live on earth.

This is why this space extends outward based on 'nothingness'.

Because once an 'evil deed' is committed, Shejina must 'return' to 'heaven'.

Previously,

Neither Lilith's 'anger' nor Eri's 'gluttony' truly touched upon this layer.

However, at this moment, Epsilon, whose actions were a mixture of 'sloth' (not wanting to think and only wanting to end things quickly) and 'greed' (wanting to monopolize his brother's love), finally constituted an undeniable 'evil'—

Wastefulness, and disrespect for God.

However, this is not over yet.

"Oh, how amazing! What a wonderful evil, what a brilliant act!"

a voice sounded.

Then came the second, the third...

The sounds came from all directions, from front to back, from top to bottom, from every corner of the sky and the void, echoing across the space and increasing exponentially.

The round created an outline, and the shadow began to take on a physical form.

“One evil deed and I’m sent back to that dark and hopeless heaven… In that case, I might as well just die.”

Several memories, several trillions, or even more—the 'Shejina's' are singing praises, modeled after the Shejina who stands in the palm of the ultimate Satan.

They were all of different sizes.

There are sizes as large as the original, as small as fingernails flying in the air, and even a towering Shejina that is even larger than the ultimate Satan.

All the Shejinas spoke in unison, in an almost light and cheerful tone, transforming their unified will—enough to reach the boundless beyond—into sound.

“I am God (Elohim), and my love and my madness are both contained within this.”

The moment the words fell, an endless barrage of attacks from the Shejina and their ilk, like a stellar storm sweeping across the entire universe, met the numerous Typhon Titan machines that descended from the sky.

Lasers, divine punishment, curses, gravitational fields.

The torrents of light and iron collided fiercely at this moment. Tens of thousands of Typhon mechs formed a fleet and launched an attack, only to be met with absolute divine punishment from the Shejina, who were divided to the extreme.

The situation has returned to square one.

However, it is no longer necessary to look at the outcome to see who has the upper hand.

The situation is very bad.

This is an overwhelming disadvantage for Lilith and Epsilon.

Because, unlike Saint von, which requires a massive amount of faith to create a single machine, the birth of Shejina is endless.

The so-called 'evil deeds' return to heaven, but only to 'one'. As long as she exists, she can endlessly split off new versions of herself.

This is a great achievement belonging to the gods.

It is an absolute, overwhelming force of quantity that can encompass all things and phenomena.

At the same time, at the Kuonji residence in Akihabara.

Novia slowly withdrew her gaze from the stellar-scale battle that had erupted in the conceptual space.

"pretty."

He exclaimed with genuine admiration.

"That's truly surprising."