Chapter 545

"Tiamat, you are a catastrophe abandoned and rejected by humanity and the Planet. Your existence is nothing but disaster for everything."

"In conclusion, Judgment Metatron, based on the alibi of the plaintiff 'humanity,' has decreed that you will be 'dealt with' as atonement for your sins against God."

"Alright, you don't need to submit any evidence or deny anything, right?"

Tezcatlipoca looked quite disappointed and let out a sigh.

"Oh, a mandatory notice of judgment? I'm too lazy to explain, but since you're all acting so ridiculously, I'll just say a few words." The First Sun pointed his gun at himself. "The rule of the Central and South American World is the importance of Living Sacrifice. Only by offering something important can the world be stabilized. This was the rule before the Fifth Sun."

The gun was then pointed at Daybit.

"This guy, even after hearing that his family was trapped, still made this decision. Was it correct to interpret his emotions at the time as 'rationality'? He didn't even acknowledge his own feelings. Was he abnormal because he was already abnormal, or was it just that some of his pre-existing abnormality surfaced...? Okay, okay, I've said too much. Anyway, those people agreed."

Then, the Tezcatlipoca pointed his sunglasses at Tiamat.

"I don't know much about her, but she always refers to herself as a mother, right? She sees humanity and the Planet as her children? If that's the case, what else is there to say? A mother wants to see her children safe and sound; does she need a reason for that?"

Objectively speaking, all three of them had their reasons, and Rasputin understood this as well. It is impossible for people or gods to truly empathize with each other.

But,

The fairness of this ruling was nonexistent from the outset.

Metatron and that self-proclaimed master El, have pronounced their judgment on humanity, ordering the extermination of all humankind.

Therefore, the claim that the plaintiff is a human being is entirely one-sided. Of all those present, who could possibly be more Evil than Metatron is about to commit a crime?

To be honest, he was extremely annoyed with Metatron.

The reason is simple: he is a servant of the Lord, and if Metatron's will is God's will, then he must serve Him...

Are you kidding me?

However, despite this, Rasputin still had a strong sense of contractual obligation and fulfilled his promise first.

However, upon seeing Tiamat, Rasputin realized that Novia would likely arrive as well.

After thinking about it this way, he was filled with joy and looked forward to seeing what kind of expression the Scribe of Kingdom of Heaven would have at that time.

"Oh, so you mean that since there's a reason, it's okay to kill them? If it's an elderly person or a sick person who can't see, then killing them is fine, I think that's right?" Rasputin continued, "Are you saying that killing them is okay?"

"Objection," Daybit rarely spoke up, "This view is full of prejudice; the key is whether there's any intention to do so."

Metatron paused briefly, then glanced impatiently at Tezcatlipoca and Tiamat. "All life has the right to resist its own crises, and humans certainly do too, but the God of Evil has no such right. Be aware of that."

"As a human being, your statement Chief Judge, truly surprises me."

"Please refrain from whispering, Rasputin." Metatron continued to stare impatiently at the two gods. "What do you two have to say?"

"Heh." The man in the Tezcatlipoca seemed indifferent. "Since it's already been defined, why bother with this pointless farce—"

"Waaaaaah!"

Before the First Sun could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Tiamat, who suddenly started crying.

The infant Tiamat stopped, covering its tear-filled eyes with its hands and sniffling.

"Have my children really abandoned me...?"

Metatron, as a Little Jehovah, possessed an aura that Tiamat recognized, so in Tiamat's eyes, he would never lie.

In other words, the children have abandoned her.

Even though Tiamat had anticipated this long ago, she still couldn't help but cry now; perhaps this is what it's like to be a larva...

No, even in her complete form, she would surely cry like this.

"Naturally, you are now what is called a split body, right? As the original body, you still have the potential to be a 'beast' within that Imaginary Number Space. Once you completely step out of there, what you, as a beast, will do, and how humanity will react, I suppose I don't need to elaborate. You are evil, you are sin, you are calamity, you are something the world cannot accept and discard." After answering Tiamat, Metatron then answered the Tezcatlipoca, "What you call rules and restrictions, in my opinion, are not a way to escape punishment. In the past, the gods of Canaan also needed Human Sacrifice to continue living, and their end was to be reduced to ashes."

"No, the past has vanished into thin air. Now, we have the Fifth Sun."

"... That so-called Fifth Sun is the greatest evil god manifested according to the description of our Lord, isn't it?" Metatron murmured expressionlessly, his hand gripping the Gavel tightening involuntarily. "What a terrible Sin it is! Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to personally kill it, dismember it, arrange it, align it, and display it to all, to proclaim the glory of my Lord."

"Hahahahaha..."

Tezcatlipoca burst out laughing, "Then come and try! So-called Scribe of Kingdom of Heaven, huh? If you want that, you'd better kill me first!"

The First Sun finally took action.

In the next instant, the lightning that filled the entire space above the flames seemed to stop time, and the thunderous roar disrupted the boundary between reality and fantasy, bringing a tremor.

Tiny, persistent, chilling tremors--

An enormous black Sun stood behind the Tezcatlipoca.

"Does the Sun's brilliance dare to appear before me? Can it withstand seven seconds?"

Metatron stood up, his wings fully extended.

"You seem quite confident, Angel Chief Judge. How do you compare to Satan?"

The sound of the Tezcatlipoca was extremely high-pitched, sounding to Metatron like the harshness of scraping glass.

Satan, the Angel who rebelled against the Kingdom of Kingdom of Heaven.

That is, it is Conceptual Dress malice or so-called self-awareness that arises.

He was also one of the people Metatron utterly despised and Wrath with.

As the First Sun, Tezcatlipoca is defined as Almighty God on the surface of the Aztec World. In a sense, he is a being that is a mixture of Odin from Norse mythology, Zeus from Greece, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven from Buddhism, and Satan (Lucifer) from Christianity.

"I am the Little Jehovah, and all my words and deeds are the will of the Lord. I am the King of the Angel."

Metatron exhaled, then said with a smile.

"Let me answer that—I did say seven seconds, but please don't misunderstand, I didn't say I was going to defeat you in seven seconds."

"Oh? That's?"

Metatron extended his hand in response:

"Wait, I'm going to kill, dismember, arrange, align, display, and burn you and your true form in the Inner Sea of Stars within seven seconds. That's all."

The cruel and tyrannical declaration makes it hard to imagine that this is an Angel, but considering she is the Queen of Angel from the Old Testament, serving the God recorded in the Old Testament, her sadistic behavior, despite her title as Lesser God, seems somewhat normal...

No, that's not right. It's completely abnormal.

That's why Tiamat wiped away her tears and questioned Metatron, stopping the imminent conflict between Tezcatlipoca and her.

"Whose will is it, really?"

"A pointless question. My will is the will of the Lord." Metatron laughed for the first time. "Mesopotamia Primordial Mother Goddess, I will only address you with such a disrespectful title once, for God is the creator of heaven and earth. And Tiamat, if you wish to become a so-called mother goddess, then you should be born into my womb, for I am the Little Jehovah, and I am qualified."

"Don't even think about it! Mother, I would never act like a child in front of others! I'll only, occasionally, do that in front of a certain guy..."

But your child has already abandoned you.

Metatron seemed to know Tiamat's weakness very well, and spoke again.

"The mother and daughter's negotiations have broken down. Ah, to put it simply—Mom, I hate you Metatron, the most now!"

"Fool, that was my last act of mercy towards you!"

Metatron's cold, ruthless gaze sharply fixed on Tiamat; her aura at that moment was equivalent to a blazing Planet.

Tiamat understood that, as Little Jehovah, she possessed far more knowledge and power than I, as an avatar, and the Tezcatlipoca.

But Mom, I won't lose!

How could we entrust Novia's power to such a bad child? She certainly wouldn't treat other children well anyway.

So, Mom, I met the challenge with the most intense and powerful force I've ever shown.

"Mom, I don't believe I'll be abandoned!"

That doesn't seem right.

She wasn't trying to recall those words.

"No, even so, I will accept it."

That should be the correct sentence.

Someone once said something similar to Tiamat, and her response was a rather blunt and thoughtless "No way!" "How could a child abandon its mother!"

However, the man shook his head.

"Your thinking is too indulgent. Humans should take things one step at a time, and even if they make mistakes, they should move forward steadily."

People grow old, but that's not the end. As long as they inherit the unchanging light, no matter how many mistakes they make, they can pick themselves up and move forward.

Until one day they truly no longer need to be governed by anything other than themselves, then no matter how far they've gone or how far they've traveled, it won't have been in vain.

"What?! That's spoiling her!"

"No, the idea of always worshipping and obeying your mother is too old-fashioned. You will grow up and have freedom. You can only observe."

"That's impossible."

She shook her head and spoke with such joy.

"A mother doesn't need a reason to protect her child, but being abandoned does—but since you've said that, even so, I'll accept it... But I will never do that, because I am Tiamat!"

Even so.

Things still didn't go as planned.

This world is always full of unfulfilled desires, and nothing ever goes according to plan.

Looking back now, I really don't know why I was able to answer Him so confidently back then, but it must have been because of the pampering I received at the time!

In short, just before Metatron was about to take action, Tiamat refuted him once again.

"No."

The Mesopotamia Primordial Mother Goddess spoke.

"My abandonment was unavoidable. The children, whether gods or humans, did not harbor any ill will towards me. To put it bluntly, it's just that I, as their mother, can no longer help them. That's all. Even so, when I see such children in Sorrow, I will gently comfort them, because they have always held me in high esteem and love."

A self-evident conclusion.

Then, Tiamat said something that could be described as the explosion of conflict to Metatron—

"Your will cannot be His, even though you keep saying it, it's simply impossible."

"Because no matter the sin, no matter the evil, I will accept that child; He already is."

"So, even though you're so bad, Mom will declare you innocent!"

"Absolutely correct, Tiamat."

Rasputin clapped his hands, stood up, and walked to the opposite side of Metatron.

The next moment, in sync with his awe-inspiring exclamation, the surrounding scenery began to distort and collapse.

"This must be what motherly love is, or perhaps the Love of the Lord."

Metatron remained silent, staring at Rasputin as if issuing a warning.

"However, I don't think I made the wrong choice."

Rasputin crossed his arms and spoke with hearty pride.

"Scribe of Kingdom of Heaven, forgive me for not being able to accept that your will is the will of the Lord. It is precisely because I once lost everything and then regained it that I am more convinced than before. I will not abandon this certainty. I do not intend to submit to your power and accept you as Lord, nor can I."

"As a result, you and both of them will die here."

"There's nothing we can do, we're in the same boat."

Although Rasputin's answer was decisive, it was also immeasurably heavy.

According to Metatron, she only needs seven seconds to destroy the Tezcatlipoca along with its main body. As for Tiamat's ten seconds, it must be because she cannot enter the Imaginary Number Space. As for Rasputin, an ordinary Priest, he probably doesn't even need a second.

"In that case, there's nothing more to say."

Metatron proclaimed in a hymn-like manner:

"Before me, as God at this moment, all evil is insignificant."

Chapter 554 Metatron: No, no, that's impossible! (6k)

In just seven seconds,

Metatron was not lying.

In the first second, it was as if everything that existed and all sound was instantly swallowed up.