Chapter 514

Therefore, killing that Pope would certainly come at a terrible price; one could say it would be suicidal, because he was the true representative of Christ.

Although David ultimately escaped punishment.

But his son, Little Mher, inherited all the heroism of the Sasun, and was an inextinguishable flame of resistance.

At the end of the epic, the strongest Sasun received instructions from his parents' spirits at their graves—

"Get up, Mother! I am Mugel, the child you Ten-Month Gestation, the child you have endured so much suffering in your life, the child you have wandered in this world for so long."

"Child, how can I help you? Our faces are bloodless, the light in our eyes has long been extinguished, and scorpions and worms are swarming together above my head. Go, your destiny lies on the Volon Cliff."

"Arise, Father! Behold, I have endured all, buried my whole family, and wandered aimlessly on this earth. Arise, Father!"

"My child, your destiny lies only at the Volon Cliff. Go forth. When the world is destroyed and rises anew, when the earth no longer kneels beneath your hooves, then your day will come, the day of Sasun will come."

Therefore, Little Mher came to understand that everything in the world is preordained by Fate.

So, is this really all the justice and righteousness that he and all the Sasun have always upheld?

Resentment, hatred, and Wrath spread through his body, so the last Sasun embarked on a journey—to challenge the 'false' god in order to defend Sasun justice.

Alone, facing the supreme Supreme Being and piercing through the seven Angel surrounding him, this tyrannical hero could not be stopped by anyone—not his father David, nor Jehovah, the Root of Sasun. Rather, what Little Mher detested most was this 'hypocritical' god, and for this reason, the color of the Holy Sword of the Sea that he swung at Novia changed from transparent to Crimson.

It can be said that on this Ocean Planet, there is absolutely no native species that has survived this offensive.

But there is an unparalleled power, an irresistible Violence, capable of defeating such an opponent head-on.

Known as the head of God's servants, the leader of the earthly Kingdom of Heaven of heaven, the supreme head of the universal Church, the writer of the New Covenant, and the judge at the Heaven's Gate—

That person--

That person was Novia.

He killed the Antichrist in the First Century AD, making the Church the founder of the world's first religion, and is known worldwide the Holy One.

"The Mysterious Saint Novia Cathedral".

The moment the words fell, the light covering the entire Tokyo Tower area began to spread rapidly in all directions. Centered on Novia, the light covered Underworld Tokyo at the speed of light, covered the Land of Roots below, covered the oceans of the world, and finally encompassed the entire distant Marseille Mosaic City of Rome.

Meanwhile, the sky above Tokyo Tower began to distort, and only a very few people could comprehend what was happening.

At this moment, 'Tokyo Tower' has become an otherworldly Otherworld where no physical laws apply. Then, after the flattened Tokyo Tower appears a miniature version of the world's largest church, 'Saint Novia Cathedral'. After all, it is a magnificent Cathedral with a total area of 30,000 square meters, a main building height of 55.4 meters, a length of about 242 meters, and a maximum capacity of nearly 90,000 people praying at the same time. It is also the most Divinity place for the Church.

According to the traditions of the Holy Church, the Saint Novia Cathedral is the burial place of the Holy One Novia, and most Pope are also buried there.

I thought that the moment they were about to appear, Novia and Little Mher would engage in a life-or-death battle.

But the two of them just stared at each other silently.

Little Mher's eyes were filled with excitement and madness, but at the same time, they were also incredibly sharp, radiant with reason and will.

In the eyes of the God-Defier, those two extreme concepts are now being reconciled without any contradiction.

The final Sasun did not go mad; he was simply determined to 'Godslaying'.

Boom!

In the Saint Novia Cathedral, dyed crimson, amidst the raging Cold Source, a tranquility was born, so profound that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

A scene of utter Divinity and awe.

It was a nameless sword, brimming with boundless Od, seemingly capable of forming the entire world on its own—transformed from the Walking Stick once held by Jesus Christ, imbued with the power of Angel floating in the heavens, displaying the glory of Kingdom of Heaven, and embodying the concepts of Nameless legendary and even nonexistent weapons.

Finally, Novia broke the silence. "This is the first time I've taken it out in so long."

In fact, Novia quite understood Little Mher's mental journey. If she were to experience all of that herself, she would undoubtedly challenge Yahweh in the same way... Therefore, she could understand and accept his madness, which is why she only used the power belonging to the Christ system.

"Nay, Annihilation of the Firmament."

In Novia's hands, as she uttered that name, the sword seemed to instantly illuminate the world, shining brightly like the dawn, a light that anyone could see, a powerful yet gentle light of hope.

Immediately afterwards, Novia used her sword to block Little Mher's slash.

In reality, if Little Mher's offensive could destroy the world, it would be more accurate to say that Erice and the others who were holding the Kanda Festival nearby would be the first to be attacked. However, neither Erice nor Underworld Tokyo suffered any damage at all. The impact should have shaken the entire world, but now it was as if it had only been brushed by a breeze.

Because of the 'Extinction of the Firmament', that ray of light only showed extremely powerful force to Little Mher.

The swords clashed fiercely together, and each time they collided, a sound like machinery being hammered echoed.

The battle between Novia and Little Mher.

The duel between the most famous Pope in the Christ system and the strongest hero in the Christ system has only just begun.

The intertwined Crimson and Gold-White Sword erupted with astonishing Deafening Crash, sometimes clashing together, sometimes bouncing back, sometimes slashing at each other, and sometimes deflecting each other's attacks, as if the two were endlessly exchanging blows.

The sword pressure generated by the collision cannot be dissipated, thus creating a space where anything that gets even slightly close will be torn to shreds.

"Hahaha! Ahahaha! Is this all you've got?!"

Little Mher grinned gleefully, his maniacal laughter echoing through the vast space, the lingering sound reverberating long afterward. "The hypocritical god who manipulates the world! How can you be so weak now! I almost killed David before, almost beheaded the Deity, always just a little bit more, hahahaha!"

Novia didn't speak, but an electric shock ran through his feet.

In the blink of an eye, Thunderbolt enveloped his entire body.

Seeing the crackling lightning on the ground and the booming Thunderbolt in the sky, Little Mher finally understood.

Ah, this is...

Zeus, the king of the gods, possessed the most prized Authority, Thunderbolt, which in his hands was considered Supreme Being mysterious, and equivalent to Armenia.

"... call."

Little Mher leaped into the air, and Novia's sword extinguished the Thunderbolt surrounding her.

In that instant, Little Mher unleashed a punch that surpassed the speed of light, tearing through the air barrier with a shattering force, intending to shatter Novia's ribs and strike straight at the silver-haired youth's chest—the speed of the punch far exceeded human reaction speed, and from a human perspective, Novia had no chance of dodging it.

But.

"It's no use."

Novia, responding to Little Mher's punch, directly retaliated with her own fist, resulting in a few strands of Little Mher's broken white hair floating in the air.

... Wait, white?

But as Novia, his prepared kick struck Little Mher squarely on the side of his head without mercy. The force sent Little Mher flying backward a considerable distance. He plunged his sword downward and slid backward, his boots scraping long gashes into the ground.

Novia watched silently as Little Mher quickly stood up, then spoke:

You can't beat me.

"Hehe..."

"I'm not bluffing. I'm stating the facts. How could someone who doesn't even dare to use their own name and only dares to rely on their deceased father's name possibly defeat me?"

Upon hearing this, Little Mher raised his sword and slammed it to the ground, the enormous impact causing the Underworld Tokyo to tremble.

"How boring! Instead of resorting to these tricks, why not just keep pursuing me!? I've already sacrificed so much to fight you and win!"

Little Mher lowered his center of gravity and assumed a stance; his deathly blue eyes truly betrayed no humanity.

"Since my last defeat, I've been fighting you thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, trillions of times in my imagination. I've now adjusted myself to a form suitable for dealing with you, so focused that I can't see anything else but you."

"Then how come you can still be summoned by John Dee now?"

"..."

After a brief silence, Little Mher murmured, "I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway."

Suddenly, Novia lowered the tip of her sword and blurted out a sentence.

"Disappointing."

The silver-haired youth's tone suggested genuine disappointment.

"Little Mher... you've really disappointed me. Is it because the more you imagine, the more you realize how inferior I am, and you're scared? If that's the case, then why challenge me at all? Go find a place to commit suicide."

Novia really wants to complain about Yahweh. What kind of romantic entanglements have you gotten yourself into?! Is the Sea Goddess of Armenia really that attractive to you? That's one thing, but how did you manage to turn your bloodline descendants into such a bitter feud? Now I have to deal with it all. It's so frustrating.

Yahweh, you'd better tell me honestly where 'Mother Shekinah' is after this is over.

"Shut up."

Little Mher gritted his teeth, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I told you to shut up! Jehovah!"

At that moment, an 'Wrath' that was visually apparent emanated from the blond youth. The crimson Wrath was dense, oppressive, and brought a sense of despair, making it difficult to breathe, as if one were facing the heat of the Sun.

Instantly, the surrounding temperature soared, rising dramatically in one breath. With a sound like shattering glass, the Bounded Field Little Mher had erected for himself shattered one by one due to his uncontrollable Wrath; the 'chains' he had created could no longer exist.

"Little Mher, it's me."

His White-Haired Goddess resembled ashes after a fire, his dull, murky blue eyes were clad in extremely thin clothing, and his Limbs were bound by unidentified chains and sharp spikes. He displayed a "madness" towards Novia's Little Mher, a fanaticism that sought to destroy heaven and earth, ravage all living beings, Death God.

Her lips, as if brushed with a touch of crimson in barely suppressed Wrath, forced a smile.

"For everything Sasun has to offer, I will kill you with my own hands! I will wipe this hypocritical world out of existence!"

Let's rewind to the moment after Novia and Little Mher's battle.

John Dee, realizing that Little Mher hadn't immediately defeated Novia, immediately sensed something was wrong. He believed that very few people in the world could withstand a single blow from Little Mher, whom he had summoned with his 'spirit'. But aside from acknowledging its strength, he was also very displeased with Little Mher's audacity in defying the gods.

He couldn't understand how he, a devout Alchemy, could summon such a creature with the utmost reverence.

That discrepancy is huge!

However, since it was ultimately a sacrifice offered to the gods, it wasn't a major problem, and John Dee was able to remain peaceful in the Land of Roots based on this condition.

Because she realized that the child in Izanami's womb possessed the essence of God, Dee had long ago arranged everything, waiting for the moment when she would become the Lord's Mind, so that God's miracles could once again be manifested in the world.

The Pasture of Men Alchemy Mythologists.

Also known as the Poimandres, it represents the mind of the Supreme Being god, the Mind of Sovereignty, who knows what people want and is always with them.

This is also why Dee used the Vairocana Buddha from the Longmen Grottoes and Nara to Alchemy the 'Rushana'. Because Rushana is the same Dainichi Nyorai, and in the Buddhism system, the Dharmakaya, one of the Three Bodies, is the personification of the Universe. The Wisdom of all Buddhas is equal and non-dual with the Universe itself. Therefore, the Dharmakaya of all Buddhas is fundamentally the same and is all Vairocana Buddha.

The prerequisite for Utsumi Erice Poimandres, representing the Lord's Mind, is the condition stated in the "Hermes Books": "O Universe, through me, accept the verbal Sacrifice made by my words."

The reason for choosing Poimandres is not only because it is one of the highest Alchemy creations, but also because Erice appears to be fatherless, lacks 'spirit', or rather, her feminine side is too overwhelming, making Poimandres a Perfection fit.

But Dee never expected that the last 'person' in Tokyo, Ah- Shrine Priest A Xiu of Kanda Shrine, was someone she had known before.

Therefore, he instantly realized that once this Chief Priest completed the Yomi Hirasaka, and his soul truly returned to the Yomi, then Erice would be of utmost importance, and her missing spiritual essence would be perfected... Wouldn't everything he had done be in vain?

Although it is the same process as the Poimandres, if the process goes wrong, it cannot truly become a miracle of the Lord.

That's why Dee urgently called for Little Mher to disrupt the Kanda Festival, and then, after chasing Erice and Rushana, logically make Rushana a sacrifice... That was the original plan, but now the Kanda Festival is still ongoing, and Little Mher doesn't seem to be able to come out anytime soon. This made Dee glance at Cleopatra, who was summoned by 'Flesh', but still shake his head helplessly.

In theory, each person can only have one Servant, and this applies to everyone.

However, John Dee has three. This is because he forcibly separated his human self into soul, Flesh, and spirit, and then coexisted them within his body. In addition, the rules of the Holy Grail in the New Era caused his 'Flesh' to summon Cleopatra and his 'spirit' to summon Little Mher.

As for the earliest Servant summoned using 'Souls' before the New Era even began...

"... The defenses within Amenominaka have weakened?"

The creator god of Japan resides within the City constructed by the Holy Grail, or more precisely, within the first Holy Grail, which in New Era is located in the heart of Manazuru Chitose.

Then, John Dee snapped his fingers.

"In that case, let His Chitose know who the true victor is."

As the words fell, outside the Underworld Tokyo of Tokyo, deep in the sea, a ripple spread through the water. Suddenly, the darkness dispersed from Tokyo's protective shield, revealing a pair of enormous, slit-like, vertically shaped Great Serpent eyes, their length appearing infinitely long from above.

Ouroboros, the serpent of endless cycles, is regarded by Alchemy as the king of Magecraft.

So let's shift our perspective to a small Library in Tokyo, which could also be described as a garbage dump.

The story begins after Taira no Masakado is defeated by Little Mher. Euclid, the Foreigner who was peacefully studying in this place, uncontrollably hears the 'Evil God' whispering in his ear—"Have you forgotten? Do you really want to?"

Euclid knew that it was a voice that those who sought Wisdom would surely hear, people considered blessed chosen ones, but also a source of madness... after all, it was for this reason that she became Foreigner.

"Waaaaaah... No, no..."

The despair that would arise if this unknown evil god were to actually manifest surged within Euclid like a spring.

It is absolutely impossible for this Evil God to appear, no matter what.

Euclid could have suppressed it completely before, but now he can't hold it back.

The Answer is simple: because of Taira no Masakado, there are three 'Myōken Bodhisattva' in Tokyo at this moment. The first is the New Emperor of the East who is protected by Myōken Bodhisattva, the second is Euclid shares the same view as Myoken... Hastur on his body, and the third is Amanomichi who shares the same view as Myōken Bodhisattva in the Kami-Buddha Syncretism of Amenominaka.

Since Amenominaka is located at the heart of Chitose, he has no way to interfere in the game between the other two. And after Taira no Masakado no Myoken on the Tokyo Inner Buddha side could only be diminished. Therefore, Hastur, as the Evil God, became 'all'.

This is also why Euclid could not suppress the whispers of the Evil God.