Chapter 535

Looking in the direction the finger was pointing, there was a black fog that resembled the end of the world.

The body of Death God Mot himself was shrouded in pure darkness.

Using "enveloped" is not quite accurate; it should be said that he was transformed into darkness.

It should be said that he was transformed into light.

Now, Mot has used all his Od and Authority to create a new Planet Magecraft device. Although it is ultimately just a concept, it is a product comparable to the surface of the Sun. Even the Holy Lance cannot easily penetrate it. It is not afraid of being betrayed by the most crucial 'Temple'. To defeat him, at least five Holy Lance would need to launch an attack under equal conditions.

"What a pity, what a pity. If my output had been greater, if the Age of Gods were still alive, if you could still come out, you should have been able to repel me, right? Let me guess, which of the Four-Aspected Gods are you--"

As Mot spoke, he suddenly seemed to realize something and shifted his gaze.

From wherever his gaze fell—

What if I were still here?

A voice came from inside.

Seated on the Throne that had appeared out of nowhere, the silver-haired old man spoke with a smile as gentle as a breeze sweeping across the earth.

He stroked the edge of his beard, his eyes filled with a profound sense of indifference.

"Mot."

He murmured about his most filial child.

"How pathetic."

"What are you saying, Father? Come save me! You know, I wouldn't have submitted to Anat if it weren't for you. Everything I'm doing now is for Canaan. Father, please lend me a hand. Once my plan succeeds, I can take my revenge on that guy and Anat as I please—"

"You said it was due to an unexpected problem, not simply because it was completely inaccessible?"

El's lips seemed to curve into a smile. "Even if you recreate Planet, the difference between you and Him will still be immeasurable, Mot."

"What, what do you mean?"

"I will Overturning Him by Overturning the New Covenant with the ambiguous Old Covenant."

El, speaking with righteous indignation, then whispered towards the Holy Lance and the Himalayas in this place.

"I will help you kill him. I have no interest in you, so please rest assured."

After saying this, El closed his eyes.

"Wait, one..."

Mot let out a scream that seemed to catch in his throat, because in that instant, El's overwhelming fist came crashing down on him.

Therefore, the Death God from the chest down to the chest are entirely fatal.

Presumably, no miracle or great achievement could save him.

His death was inevitable.

"However, Mot, your Authority, which extends to the deaths of all the Death God, is still quite useful. Give it to me."

And so, those hands from his father were now tearing Mot apart with madness.

"Aaaaaah, no! No! No! No! No!"

Once upon a time, there was Goddess who was both beautiful and promiscuous and Violence.

As ominous as death, as captivating as starlight.

As the daughter of El and the sister of Baal, Anat is proud of her own Perfection, even stubbornly believing in her own Perfection purity, so pure that she would remain pure even after giving birth to children. And indeed, that is what she is capable of.

Her personality is passionate, unrestrained, Pride, belligerent, and reckless. She is also the Goddess of hunting, abundance, and Thunderbolt. In Canaan, she is even called the "Fiancée of all people," but she is not anyone's wife. For her own amusement, she cruelly killed countless "husbands from the East and the West." Even after killing them all, she was not satisfied. She also raged at the gods who came to the banquet and used Thunderbolt and lightning to kill them all. When she regained her senses, she ground all the human and divine remains left behind by this massacre into ashes.

Queen of the Heavens, Empress of the Queen of Heaven, and Sovereign of the Goddess— Anat believed that this title was something she would inevitably become sooner or later.

In other words, it was inevitable that he would become the ruler of Canaan.

Indeed, it can be said that way, because the first god-king El was forced to fall from his divine position by her, and his mother was forced to remarry another god by her. The three Deity who competed for the second god-king position, Baal, Mot, Yam, were all no match for her. Compared to Baal (whose name means "master" in Canaan), she was the undisputed Banat (whose name means "mistress" in Canaan).

Until.

That day.

Could it be that no one or any deity has offered me any offerings for so long because they are afraid of me?

It's truly lamentable.

To quell the rising discontent, Anat decided to slaughter all humans and gods she encountered at sunrise tomorrow, even though this would lead to a long period of resurgence for all living things in Canaan. The tyrannical celestial ruler was neither interested nor did she see anything wrong with it.

To put it in an even more extreme way, it wouldn't be a problem even if she were the only one left in the entire Canaan.

Canaan is mine, and I have the right to do what I want with it. Besides, as long as I am here, there are as many people as I want, and the gods will be resurrected sooner or later.

Therefore, there's no need to cherish so-called life; just kill as much as you want, kill to your heart's content as if enjoying a sacrifice.

One's own will is the truth of the world, and for Anat, this is everything.

Until that moment came--

"Are you a newly born god of nature? Or... a lost god from Otherworld?"

Anat's first impression of him, who also had silver hair, was terrible. She tried to talk to him with a smile, but he completely ignored her, and her outstretched hand embarrassingly missed.

Therefore, the tyrannical Queen of Heaven harbored a cruel intention and decided to kill them as she had done with the others.

But inexplicably, the Desire to kill was mixed with the thought of getting this guy's attention to him.

However, Anat would soon realize how naive... or rather, how meaningless her idea was.

The moment Anat made her move, to describe it in one sentence, the concept of this place, which occupied the entire sky, was 'fiery'.

It was burning fiercely, emitting visible heat, yet maintaining a solemn tranquility. This scene was somewhat unusual, or perhaps it could be described as a transcendental spectacle.

Anat originally wanted to look into her own eyes with both love and kindness.

That was undoubtedly true, but Anat couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat as her piercing blue eyes looked down at the Heavenly Queen of Canaan.

"You're pretty useless."

With a snap, it was crushed.

Just like crushing an ant with your fingers without a second thought, ruthlessly erasing its meaning and form completely.

Anat was crushed to death.

It took Anat approximately seven seconds to revive.

Normally, this speed is ridiculously fast, but for Anat, it's an utter disgrace; she should have joined forces with the gods to fight back.

"You... no, now that things have come to this, it's wrong to address you like that; it should be 'for you'."

But Anat did not do that; instead, she stood before him once more.

"The victor can take the most important things from the vanquished—sometimes it's simple power, sometimes it's Authority, and in short, all sorts of things."

Her pale green eyes were tinged with anticipation, and for the first time in her life, the Canaan Goddess revealed a captivating, bewitching nature that had captivated countless beings and led them to their destruction.

What you have taken away is my love.

"I see..."

After Anat's sincere words, the man then said, "I will kill you gently."

Immediately afterwards, Anat was met with being slashed, beaten, stabbed, and kicked, her entire body covered in blood, her vision blurring and becoming increasingly hazy. But Anat didn't care at all, accepting it all wholeheartedly, feeling only the ever-increasing, extreme excitement.

"Haha, hahaha, hahahaha--!"

Anat let out a joyful cry as she looked up at the sky. Although her attitude made people think she was crazy, unfortunately, the Goddess was perfectly lucid.

She embraced the bewildered silver-haired man who had attacked her, channeling her overflowing emotions into words.

"You've become so infatuated with me that you'd kill me?! I'm so happy! There's nothing happier than this!"

Come on, come on, ravage me as you please.

Fighting amidst this overwhelming unease and anticipation, facing the naturally manifested extreme tension, and the astonishment of being so easily defeated, repeating, endlessly repeating, this thought of despair and hope coexisting, this indescribable frustration and joy, truly drives one mad.

Hope and despair coursing through her life, Anat is constantly resurrected; her obsession borders on madness.

That's it, it has to be this way... but it's not enough, not enough, far from enough--

"Completely useless, that's surprising, Anat. Is that your name?"

After countless deaths and resurrections, Anat now lay on the ground, her vision completely obscured by blood. She crawled towards him by sound, gradually reaching out her hand.

However, the silver-haired person did not extend their hand, but gently Anat as if they were holding hands.

"From now on, die for me."

"Yes! Please treat me as you see fit!"

Afterwards, Anat crippled her father El, triggering a conflict between the two generations of god-kings. She then killed Yam, forced Mot to submit, and allowed Baal to ascend to the throne of god-king as he wished.

"How about it? This is Ritual prepared for you, brother."

In the Temple on Mount Saphon, Baal, who was about to ascend to the throne of the gods, faced Anat, who was dressed in a pure white wedding gown.

"Sis, little sister, you're kidding me..."

"That being said, the Crowd calls me the Queen of Heaven and the ruler of all gods. If my brother becomes the God King, wouldn't I, as the Queen of Heaven, have to obey your will? But unfortunately, I've already fallen in love with another god. That's all."

Anat, with her cheerful tone, showed no trace of murderous intent.

What are you saying...?

The voice Baal managed to squeeze out was hoarse, like an old man talking in his sleep on his deathbed.

My crazy little sister actually has someone she likes? No wonder she's dressed like that. Is it weird or thank goodness? Anyway, I should just run away and give way. Being the God-King is torture. Let whoever wants to be it take it...

Hearing Baal's murmurs, Anat smiled sweetly... and beheaded Baal.

Ugh, you're all incredibly stupid.

The folly is unbearable to witness, the ugliness is indescribable, and the very existence of this rubbish is itself a kind of error.

It's a pity He won't be invited. If only we could invite all the gods, kill them all, and celebrate!

"Hey, hey, hey, no, no! It's stained with blood?! Baal, you bastard! You can't even die in peace, I'm going to grind you into powder!"

Upon seeing the divine blood staining her wedding dress, Anat bit her lip as if she were collapsing, feeling immense heartache.

"Ugh, really."

After letting out a groan that sounded almost like a curse, she stained her entire white wedding dress with blood, even using her own blood to cover up Baal's blood. With a gnashing, displeased expression, she nimbly traversed the bloodless gaps in the Temple and hurried off to see that person.

"How about that? I've taught my three older brothers and father a lesson. Pretty impressive, right?"

Just seeing it stirred even more turbulent emotions within Anat.

I didn't tell you to do that.

"But even if I don't do it, you'll have to do it sooner or later, right? You're just assessing the gods here, and the local people. After all, I know you hate gods."

That's true.

Silence descended once more, as Anat couldn't think of anything to say next, nor could she laugh dumbly or leave the scene.

And that person still hasn't looked her in the eye.

Is all red unattractive? Or should it be all white? Next time, grind a corpse into a yellow color.

"Hmm, never mind. Even if you don't look at me, I'll keep looking at you."

Because you are the one who lit the lamp of life for me, I would die only for you.

Anat knew that was her happiness, an uncompromising 'love'.

I want you, I want to be with you. I am Perfection every way, whether it is beauty, ability or character. Once you have enjoyed my Flesh, you will know my love.

But in reality, things didn't go as Anat wished. In Her hands, she merely became a 'weapon,' a literal object for slaughtering gods, constantly killing.

But Anat wasn't worried that He would be interested in other Goddess or women, because even if she offered her own mother, Asherah, to serve Him alongside her, He wouldn't be moved. Clearly, there was no woman in the world who could compare to Him and his mother. And wasn't that a terrifying temptation?

So, what does He truly love?

Why did He gaze at the sea when they first met?

What in the sea could possibly be of interest to him? Humans came into this world from the sea, so so too must Faith and deities.

And over the long years, Anat found the Answer this question—