Chapter 544
In Enosh's view, this was a way to discipline a naughty child, implying the existence of something terrifying, which was a warning from the parents to the child.
To some extent, this can be seen as a common practice that transcends time and place, which is convenient for parents but troublesome for children.
However, Enosh liked it very much and even begged his father, Set, to say more, saying he wanted to see their Protection god and their Protection god. Set was puzzled by his reaction, so in order to scare Enosh, he then used an extremely exaggerated tone.
"Gods certainly exist, but they don't easily appear before us. As for Monster... no one knows what those horned, man-eating beings look like. But I've heard that a long, long time ago, before my father's father was even born, that Monster led a group of Monster to wreak havoc on the world."
"Then why do we still exist? What exactly is God?"
"Because we were saved by God, and those cannibals were all killed by God. So even though you say you really want to see them, you must know that those people are dead. And if you dare to disrespect God, you're finished, because no matter how much you cry and apologize, God will not forgive you."
Unfortunately, contrary to Set's expectations, Enosh was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he longed to see the god even more.
"Since God will protect us, then as long as we don't do anything irreparable, he will surely forgive us, right?"
Set seemed dumbfounded by the innocent Enosh, and was somewhat speechless.
Then Enosh posed another question.
"Father, how do you know there is a God? Haven't you never seen one?"
Set sighed, then pointed to the night sky outside the window. "Look there."
Enosh, not understanding, honestly asked:
"There are so many stars there, but what's wrong?"
"Yes, but the stars in the sky used to be man-eating horned Monster, all enemies. Now they've become stars Protection us. Grandpa and Grandma would probably say the same thing. Do you understand what I mean now?" Set smiled helplessly. "Never mind, that's not your concern right now. Just be good from now on."
"Alright. But, Father..."
Is there anything else?
"Besides God, are there any other names that can be used to address God?"
"Of course not, probably." Set paused, as if remembering something, "But my father said that no matter what, God's glory remains unchanged and will always embrace us."
I think it probably is, but we just don't know it right now.
Enosh rose, went to the window, looked up at the countless stars in the night sky, raised his hand and clenched his fist.
"Alright, I've decided, I must find God's name!"
"You brat, I just told you not to be disrespectful to God, but I've heard that God's name contains W and Y..."
As time passed and stars shifted, the grown-up Enosh never gave up on his childhood dream, always moving forward alone in the wilderness, yet never able to stop.
There was no other reason, I just wanted it to be this way.
Enosh simply took his childhood dream as the purpose of his existence.
He spent the vast majority of his 950 years fulfilling his dream.
I have witnessed the endless desert, and I have also witnessed the lives that still struggle and yearn to survive in that Evil land of Nod.
God, when you see the sky, truly transformed into a clear expanse and filled with countless stars, only through your own power, what are your thoughts?
The trail of light that illuminates the darkness.
It will definitely be with a silvery laugh--
The old Enosh gazed at the eastern sky, believing that before that landscape of sand and dust, there would surely be beautiful flowers blooming in vibrant colors.
Walk,
Walking slowly,
Enosh the thought that he would Future see God.
The sand gradually disappeared, and the road became narrower and narrower. When Enosh came to his senses, he was walking on only one road, with nothing around him.
This was also the moment he had longed for since childhood.
However,
Enosh was really too tired to walk any further; he had walked for so long and was truly exhausted.
He lost control of his body and collapsed, his consciousness almost fading away and melting away.
Because 'someone' embraced him, the last thing Enosh felt was the warmth of Sun morning sun emanating from his body.
This reminded him of his father's words: God's glory is unchanging and will always embrace us.
Indeed, it was both warm and incredibly reassuring.
So Enosh whispered a name in a trembling voice—
"... YHWH (Jehovah)."
However, at this most crucial moment, this man, this Enosh, reversed the positions of W and Y.
Then,
From the time of Enosh, people began to call upon His name.
Old Testament 4:26 (Old Genesis)
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That name?
Name?!
Because there are so many names for the one God in the Old Testament, El couldn't immediately recall which name Novia was referring to.
But since He so readily allows himself to control the Old Testament, frankly stating that God is irrelevant, as long as the name exists, that's enough.
"You! You really are--"
El felt Wrath again, as he had in the past and as he now.
"This is absolutely Wrath!"
The first punch pierced through the concept itself, enough to trigger a Supernova explosion within a limited area; the second punch was condensed death, giving birth to and bestowing death; the third punch was an intense heat burning at billions of degrees; the fourth punch was a torrent of Thunderbolt that completely shattered the body; the countless destructions of the fifth and sixth punches transformed into a massive tsunami...
The countless punches were all concentrated fragments, their power far exceeding their appearance; in reality, they were equivalent to the violent collision of several Planet.
At that very moment, everything crashed down on Novia.
Since the requirement is to go all out, it is only natural to act with murderous intent and eliminate the enemy without leaving a trace.
Nevertheless, Novia responded with the exact same punch.
He now fully understands himself as the God of the Old Testament —or rather, he should have understood long ago, because—
Old Testament (Old Isaiah): On that day the Jehovah will punish the Crocodile, the swift-moving serpent, and the crooked-moving Crocodile with his hard and powerful sword, and kill the Great Fish of the sea.
The 'swift-moving serpent' he spoke of was none other than Leviathan he had slain during the Rome era.
Suddenly, Novia frowned.
"Is that Metatron over there?"
Red.
Of the countless colors in the world, the most striking color is the one that any intellectual being can most easily recognize.
For example, when gladiators brandished their weapons and pierced their enemies in the Rome Colosseum, their intention was more to stir the emotions of the audience than to kill them. Similarly, the warning colors of modern traffic lights are just a few examples.
Therefore, from the beginning to the present, the color red has represented 'passion,' 'victory,' 'love,' 'killing,' and most importantly—
'The strong'.
Only the strong who defeat their enemies and seize victory can be stained with red.
A violent burst of light erupted from the massive Steel Body, spewing forth from its Humanoid eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
That was fire.
The flames were terrifying beyond belief.
The raging flames spread, stinging the eyes and making it difficult to look directly at them.
This is the scene that Tiamat and the others saw when they reached the finish line, reflected on the other side, along with the blonde woman.
To be precise, and to put it simply, she was a 'girl Angel's with a pair of small wings and a pair of large wings, holding a sharp, small blade in her left hand, which emitted a dark Cyan flame.
However, after she defeated Apollo, the original target of Tiamat and the others, and knocked him to the ground, she casually and nonchalantly produced a small blade in her right hand. After the blade merged with her left hand, it transformed into something resembling Gavel.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry to have kept the Chief Judge waiting."
The view shifts to the opposite side of Tiamat and the others, where a brown-haired man dressed in Priest's attire walks over expressionlessly.
Compared to the other two who seemed completely bewildered, Tezcatlipoca appeared utterly uninterested in everything around him, merely pressing his gun against his sunglasses and giving a wry smile.
"Hey, hey, hey, we're both professional-level players, right? Stop with this pointless threat. Don't you know what a waste of time is?"
"One the Americas, one Mesopotamia, and one human being, is that right?"
The blonde girl's tone was less of a question and more of a confirmation.
"Mesopotamia, the Mother of Creation of Mesopotamia... and Tiamat Tezcatlipoca, the First Sun of the Aztec."
"Strange, "Tiamat thought to herself.
What is this woman before me, radiating an overwhelming divine power related to Novia?
It's unreasonable for me to be targeted by Human Order in my current state. Even if I returned against the rules, since Novia is there, there's no need to explain to the Planet. It's a matter of course for both sides.
Despite this.
If there are exceptions—
If there's an exception... is it because you admire my tireless efforts in searching for my child?
Tiamat Larva immediately put her hands on her hips and answered happily.
"That's right, it's me, Mom! I'm Tiamat!"
"Those Evil God who flaunt their power too much."
Metatron slowly straightened up, making no attempt to conceal her hostility. She rose from the massive Apollo, and against the backdrop of the still-burning flames around her, she not only didn't look like Angel, but gave off a terrifying impression. She swung the Gavel in her hand, and although her somewhat stiff pose diminished the effect of her majesty, Tiamat and Tezcatlipoca still took a step back.
This was natural; the unknown girl before them triggered an instinctive wariness in both of them.
With a boom, as if the flame of life had been ignited in the Primordial Sea, Metatron began to sway and shine.
"If you commit suicide now, I can forget that I've ever met you. You can die, and I can choose not to have met you—more importantly, I don't want to sully my hands. For the sake of each individual, this should be a deal. There's no need to hesitate, is there?"
"..."
Tezcatlipoca remained silent, then took out Ceremonial Staff with an antique feel, as if a gentle swing could shatter a human skull.
This appearance fails to reflect any aesthetic beauty that a weapon of the gods should possess.
Of course, Tezcatlipoca probably don't need to be aesthetically pleasing.
"Knowing I'm no match for them, I still resist. Even though I could easily defeat them, I really don't want to get my hands dirty—oh well, there are always unavoidable situations."
Metatron swung his Gavel down.
"Then, let's begin the verdict, Prosecutor Rasputin."
"... Yes, Chief Judge Metatron."
The moment the words were spoken, Tezcatlipoca and Daybit frowned.
Metatron, dressed entirely as Angel, isn't he none other than the so-called Little Jehovah? And isn't Rasputin also an adversary of the believers? In other words, hidden at the very end is the one from humanity's most powerful Faith, the one considered the One God?
Such conjecture is quite normal, after all, so-called Angel are beings who obey the Lord.
However, unlike the other two, Tiamat let out a confused sound.
"... Well?"
Rasputin, that's me, your mom! And that Metatron... since they're all Little Jehovah now, they should definitely call me mom!
That being said, Tiamat was still confused looking at the two extremely serious people.
But then, Rasputin, with an indifferent expression, spoke up.
"Daybit Zem Void has extinguished the hope of escape for the 452 men at Cape Canaveral."
"Tezcatlipoca, you satisfy your own needs through Living Sacrifice; countless humans have died in your rituals."