Chapter 542

No matter what threats I face, I will not back down, for I am the Little Jehovah.

Lord,

I revere your unchanging nature, and I am deeply grateful for your 'Ten Graces and 1,365,000 Blessings' —the sea of Sea of Blood covering the earth, as if weeping, transformed into flames of billions of degrees on Metatron's body, obscuring his 72 Pairs of Wings, 365,000 shining eyes, forty-nine jewels, and Crown.

An enemy capable of routing the Angel army to the point of losing its will to fight—well done! But what about now?

Your full strength will surely be shattered before me. Though it may not be remarkable, if such a gain is made in the process of punishing humanity, then it is indeed gratifying.

"The Omniscience and Omnipotence will be the ruler."

Speak softly, entrust your body to 'power', and a thunderous brilliance will appear anywhere in your field of vision.

All Obstruction are for the sake of killing.

Just as Metatron was about to step forward to confront the Culprit who had caused the Army of Heaven to collapse, El stepped forward.

"You and I are different; you appear so radiant and magnificent."

This is the truth.

Despite the trillions of degrees of heat emanating from Metatron, it still appeared majestic and holy, seemingly Divinity, prompting anyone who saw it to offer prayers.

In contrast to Metatron, El is quite different. He has blurred and usurped the Old Testament by taking advantage of the inaccuracies in human records. Despite this, he still appears as a frail, silver-haired old man, giving the impression that he may die at any moment, in addition to an extremely ominous aura.

"Oh, so you think I'm not pure."

"Of course, the evidence is that you were Wrath just hearing that I had usurped the Old Testament. Why do you think that is? Don't you know? You don't know, do you?"

"--Stupid question, don't even think about it. Don't compare me to someone like you. I can't stand you for even a second."

Metatron asserted without hesitation that if it weren't for the need to deal with humans first, she would have dealt with El long ago.

"Hahahahaha..."

With a deafening laugh, billions of lightning bolts around El transformed into a storm. Metatron killed the ever-expanding Thunderbolt as he charged toward El.

The astonishing sight, the instantaneous Chaos, was enough to shatter the very concept of battle, for everything was submerged in Sea of Blood.

Of course, both of them knew that at this moment, neither of them could completely solve their problems.

"Regardless of anything else, you seem to have once sat on the throne of the strongest in your own imagined world, and you're completely unaware of it..." El stroked his beard and smiled. "But I admit, after all, you are the strongest Angel. So, instead of dealing with that enemy that defeated the Angel, go and handle Apollo here. This is a return gift. If you can't even defeat someone of that caliber, then you're nothing special."

"What did you say?"

"That guy's goals are completely opposite to yours. He wants to contain humanity, but he doesn't want humanity to become extinct."

If that's the case, then it's one of the enemies we need to deal with.

With this Answer in mind, Metatron withdrew the flames around him and narrowed his eyes at El.

"... Since that's the case, fine, I'll tell you one more time: I am the strongest Angel under the Lord. Don't think you can be so arrogant just because you succeeded by chance, you Impostor."

"Well, I don't know for sure until that moment actually arrives. But I'll try my best to grasp it."

"Oh."

After letting out a cold laugh, Metatron left the courtroom, while El, who remained there, naturally adopted an indifferent expression, reaching out to touch the wall as lightly as if gently stroking it.

"... Trouble. Even the guys who should be emotionless have become like that Anat."

To be honest, El can understand Anat's feelings.

He knew perfectly well how bored Anat was with Canaan, and that she even wanted to kill everything in Canaan except herself.

Because Anat was indeed powerful, no god or man could 'shake' her. Therefore, when she encountered Him, who made even the Universe seem insignificant in her eyes, she was easily killed, and her soul was offered to Him... El, who had usurped the Old Testament, was well aware of this and truly understood it. If he had known at the time, he probably would have done the same.

That's just wishful thinking. After all, the continuation of the Canaan gods requires human Living Sacrifice, which is fundamentally contradictory.

Thus, El, having received the Old Testament, understood that from this man's perspective, there was no difference between humans and gods, just like ants running around, which was meaningless from an overhead view.

Without any discontent or confusion, unaware of self-reflection or compromise, this terror, He grants mercy to whomever He chooses, shows mercy to whomever He chooses, and cares about nothing, killing whomever He wishes.

Since the birth of this Planet, no other god or human has ever been like Him.

He sits atop Mountain of Divine Corpses, a height beyond human comprehension. Even now, the indelible shouts of joy and trembling of the 'Lord of Hosts' still echo in his ears, along with the endless Angel singing of Him as the unchanging, glorious light of the world... Yet He is so extraordinary, utterly beyond El's comprehension—

It's truly incomprehensible why this is done to humans.

But what's most important now is the excitement burning in El's chest; he wants to savor that feeling of fulfillment again.

He was not Wrath at his daughter's (Anat) rebellion.

He was not Wrath about his wife's (Asherah's ) infidelity.

The gods of Canaan were slaughtered, and the once-great land was stained with the blood of the gods, but he didn't care.

The victor can get everything from the loser—wife and daughter?

It's nothing to worry about, and besides, El would feel the same way if he were in the same position, so it's only natural.

Very well, since you cherish humanity so much, then if I win, I will devour all of humanity.

Eager for a battle that surpasses even that sense of fulfillment, for that Supreme Being and sweet battle, El didn't want anyone to disturb his upcoming fight with Novia before that blissful moment arrived.

That's why he put Metatron in charge of 'Apollo', it's that simple.

"This is what remains unchanged about me: insignificant, Ignorance, powerless, and foolish humanity! Ah, I will surely devour them all without exception—"

"Jehovah!"

Just as El was taking his oath in court, the Great Gate of Cape Canaveral collapsed with a crash.

Novia, treading on the path leading to Cape Canaveral formed by the remains of Angel that had accumulated from the seabed to the surface, simply moved forward expressionlessly.

The mark was straight and uncurved, much like the Red Sea parted by Moses in the Ten Commandments.

Angel,

Because of the 'container of power' created by humanity's actions toward God, regardless of the Planet or culture, the activities of sentient beings are always accompanied by Faith.

Their power was once meant to symbolize the glory of God; did they bleed then?

The Answer is unknown, but at least for now, the outcome here is clear.

Novia has killed countless Angel, but she knows that Angel continue to appear.

It kept decreasing, the head flew off, the heart was torn apart, and the sprayed blood evaporated, disappearing like morning mist.

Tens of millions? Hundreds of millions?

It doesn't really matter, because Angel are conceptual beings and won't be completely extinct. Therefore, theoretically, there is no upper limit to the number of Angel. As long as the Crown's control continues, it will not end. It is even possible that they could accumulate into the Universe in unimaginable numbers.

Nevertheless, Novia muttered to herself indifferently, completely unconcerned about the Angel's death, and her face remained devoid of any smile.

"What a waste of time. So far, no Angel has succeeded in rebelling against the Crown?"

Then let's kill them all.

Novia's mind seemed to instinctively conjure up this thought.

Angel, in Bible mythology, appear to be appendages of God.

But in Novia's eyes, they were more like appendages of humanity, or to put it another way, the reason the God of the Old Testament accepted Angel was actually only one thing—

Because it was something that humans sent.

So simple, so pure.

So, seeing the Angel still pouring forth, Novia raised his right hand—

The Planet seemed to be trembling, though faintly, but it was definitely manifesting itself. A massive tsunami, named for its silence, was perhaps approaching, carrying an invisible, silent, and deathly pressure.

The Wages of Sin is death.

In religious studies, especially in Christianity, sin is defined as Evil, which is judged by God, while sin applicable to the world is called crime.

The Epistle of James says: When a man is tempted, he shall not say, 'God is tempting me,' for God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone.

Therefore, all prayers gradually turned white.

The intense, illusory light burned and dissipated, as if End Times of everything.

After Novia lowered her hand, the corpses of the Angel army lay strewn across the land, falling continuously from the sky like a torrential downpour.

At the same time, the Crown's instructions were erased without a trace.

"Let's split up and get to work."

Having said that, Novia walked into Cape Canaveral alone without waiting for the replies from the others. After taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned to look at Tiamat. Noticing her trembling appearance, the silver-haired youth touched his hair with a slightly helpless expression, and then said again, half-jokingly, "Am I some kind of terrifying person?"

Unlike her previous hesitation, Tiamat quickly shook her head this time.

So Novia said to Tiamat in a voice so gentle it seemed to melt, "You'll be with them from now on; you don't need to follow me."

This was actually Novia's original plan.

The reason Apollo became stronger was because of Tiamat, the Mesopotamia Primordial Mother Goddess who couldn't accept the departure of her children. This resonated with Apollo, which is why he became stronger. As for Daybit and Tezcatlipoca, among the Angel, he saw a few strange black creatures, which were undoubtedly Cthulhu Mythos Creatures that appeared because of the Angel Relics.

Speaking of which, this place has already been transformed into Kingdom of Heaven... which is quite normal, since El is now the God of the Old Testament. However, in Novia's view, the ability to summon so many Angel is most likely due to the involvement of one of the Angel.

Then,

He strode toward Novia, where El was located, his voice calm yet heavy.

"Has he already become the God of the Old Testament? Then—"

Is the Jehovah in the Old Testament the same person? Perhaps he is, or perhaps he isn't.

Because that is only how humans see Him.

El did not become Him, but rather became the Him recorded in the Old Testament.

"Are you prepared for the price you'll pay to see my eyes, El?"

That was more sincere than any other word; it was the silver-haired man's declaration as he prepared to fight his way to the ends of Kingdom of Heaven.

Chapter 552 Eternal God/God(6k)

The clean white floor felt soft, almost liquid, through the shoes.

There was nothing in the passage that Novia walked through that could be called a light source. If a normal person didn't look closely, they definitely wouldn't be able to recognize their own hand.

If you relax even slightly, you can easily fall into the illusion that you've been thrown into a vast, endless space. It's a space that completely ignores the existence of humans and prioritizes the appearance of Angel above all else. If you look closely, you'll see something written in golden letters everywhere, perhaps the names of Angel or so-called prophets.

Only the faint, spring-like light from afar and the echoing white sounds emanating from the all-white space told Novia that the road was a straight passage.

After walking for about ten minutes, Novia was about to reach the end of the passage.

It was a white wall with calf-shaped carvings that radiated a pure light.

As Novia walked step by step, the wall creaked and slowly opened.

"Forbidden Stairway? Suspected Permission Specification."

"The Law Permits, but under special circumstances, unlock."

There was a vast, chaotic space that stretched as far as the eye could see, a space that seemed to symbolize the end of the world.

Damaged, twisted, emerging, chaotic, and in the most conspicuous place in the center, there was an exceptionally high platform, with all sorts of unknown Divinity objects arranged precisely around the Throne as if surrounding it.

"You've finally arrived." The thinly dressed, hunched old man sitting on the Throne bowed his head. "What is it? Come in quickly."

"Hmm, did you just transform the Judgment Court into Kingdom of Heaven?"

Novia's words were less of a question and more of a confirmation, El replied with a smile.

"I used my privileges to grant a special exception."

"Abusing authority is the first step towards Pride. Have you consulted the Angel?"

"Angel," the hunched old man said with a persistent, mocking laugh, "Should have been eliminated long ago. Those vessels of power born from human imagination should perish along with humanity."

"Yeah."

"I am now the God of the Old Testament, and there's nothing I can do about it."

As the old man spoke, he rose from his Throne, his hunched body swaying as he slowly descended the steps of the platform.

He is the Supreme Being god, the father of all gods, humans, and all living beings, to the Canaanites and the entire Ancient Levant.

The Eternal Exalted One made a covenant with us, and the Queen of Heaven made a covenant with us.

And all the Sons of El, and the Great Assembly of the Holy Ones, by the oath of Heaven and the ancient earth.

His name is El.