Chapter 546
In that moment of silence, countless plants sprouted from the overwhelming flames, as if endless vegetation, protected by a magnificent Rainbow, ignored the flames and continued to spread in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the black Sun summoned by the Tezcatlipoca with lightning speed.
In the second second, beneath Metatron, the Holy Seat appeared.
That should be something only the Supreme Being can sit upon, and as long as one sits on it, Metatron can rewrite the configuration of Planet and Galaxy at will, and manipulate the structure of everything according to his imagination.
As such, she is not only a manifestation of Od, but also erases the probabilistic meaning that things themselves represent.
In Aztec mythology, the Tezcatlipoca would undoubtedly possess this ability, but at this point, the difference is still too great.
The third second,
"Even though it's quite troublesome, let's be a little more careful."
Metatron, seated on her Holy Seat, sighed. Countless True Magic matrices, like intricate matrices, continuously emerged, intersected, overlapped, and converged into a vast and profound mysterious structure, as numerous as the Stars.
Then, she seemingly swung her Gavel lightly as she leaped into the air.
Her movements were light, but her speed and sharpness weren't particularly amazing, and even the execution of her moves couldn't be described as divine; it was merely like a light jump.
However,
In the space she traversed, the world, or rather the 'Texture' covering the Planet as Planet surface appearance, was suddenly ripped open, revealing numerous white wings that covered the heavens and the earth, and pairs of eyes emerging from the cracks.
In total, it 365,000 Eyes and 72 Pairs of Wings.
Fourth second,
Within the hundreds of thousands of eyes staring directly at the Tezcatlipoca and his true form, countless Od surged, radiating a dazzling crimson and silver brilliance.
The divine power descended from heaven to earth, enveloping the Tezcatlipoca in a completely enveloping manner.
Like a laser weapon, as if using a giant lens to focus Sun, burning tiny insects to ashes, the dazzling waves of hundreds of thousands of beams embodied an overwhelming divine glory.
However, for those enduring the Tezcatlipoca, even the word "despair" wouldn't be enough to describe it.
However, the people at the scene had nowhere to escape; given the sheer density of the crowd, no one could avoid it.
The fifth second,
"Prepare for the ultimate Living Sacrifice."
Echoing the words of the Tezcatlipoca, the Ceremonial Staff in his hand burst forth with black light, though only for a brief moment, it was the power from mythology that utterly destroyed the First Sun Age.
Therefore, it's understandable that he destroyed the vegetation that was swallowing the black Sun.
Black light swept across the surface of the black Sun, tearing Metatron's aura into fragments. Such divine power was only to be expected of the Tezcatlipoca.
"I've told you before, I don't enjoy fighting you."
Metatron's sigh sounded like that of a child worrying about what to eat for dinner.
"After all, getting blood on one's hands is very troublesome for the Holy Seat."
"Oh, could this be a declaration of surrender?"
The sixth second arrived,
"No."
Metatron slowly shook his head, then revealed a cold expression, "There's a world of difference between us, and I'll tell you that now."
In an instant, Tezcatlipoca appeared above Metatron, holding Ceremonial Staff.
Metatron looked up in response.
"I am everything in the world now, I am the center of the world."
The blade of the murderous sword awaited her, drawing near her head, but Metatron paid it no heed.
Defense and evasion are impossible for gods; as long as one remains Lesser God, this will remain true.
She only needs to do it once to utterly destroy the other party.
"But I also admit, you're hard to kill. Your Sun doesn't need to change its Fate of being delayed in death, right?"
From a third-person perspective, the Tezcatlipoca above him, though he didn't jump away, made him feel as if he were imprisoned by something.
Then he saw floating around Metatron... yes, it was Spirit Core, and a beating heart that represented proof of life.
Meanwhile, behind the Tezcatlipoca, the black Sun completely collapsed.
This also means that his original plan to use this Authority the laws has failed, and when the Black Sun can no longer act as the Sun, the First Sun will lose its divinity and become an ordinary 'human'.
Just as the seventh second was about to arrive, and the Spirit Core and heart were about to be destroyed by Metatron instinctively trembled—
The Crown developed a crack.
That momentary daze was enough to put Metatron in a desperate situation...?
In fact, the light of the Holy Seat engulfed everything like a tidal wave, knocking away the Tezcatlipoca.
"..."
In the fleeting silence, Metatron's expression twitched, and his hands, resting on his knees, pinched the hem of the Angel's dress, creating unsightly wrinkles.
His face looked extremely pale.
Metatron simply couldn't understand who had led the Angel to so resolutely abandon their cries for the Crown.
Those are... trillions of Angel that even she couldn't say she could defeat...
Is it El?
Impossible. That ugly fellow usurped the Old Testament by relying on ambiguity; he has absolutely no right to do so.
Was it another Great God?
Michael is a possibility, but if he were to manifest, I would certainly be able to sense it.
... Gabriel? Or one of the other Seven Archangels? But what's the reason for his intervention?
It is only natural to eliminate Heretical God.
In contrast, since the Lord has allowed El to act this way, what harm is there in openly calling Himself "Little Jehovah" at this moment? And what about those Godlike One?
In this era, at this point in time, only I have appeared. Doesn't this prove that this is with the Lord's consent?
Unfortunately, the Answer is no.
Metatron thought there was only one crack in the Crown, but then she saw something incredible.
The Crown on her head shattered with a crash.
So, let's turn our attention to the battlefield on the other side.
"You are the one I'm striving for!"
El, wildly swinging his fists, continued to expand his Flesh —or more accurately, to refine it into something of higher density and purity.
His strength was constantly increasing, so as not to be torn apart by the violent divine power surging forth from the seized Old Testament Authority. Such muscles became an extraordinary armor, and the energy within him, comparable to the collision of hundreds of Planet, swirling like a vortex, was the best proof of this.
To Novia, who was fighting him, El was a burly man standing five meters tall... except that his face still resembled that of an old man.
It goes without saying that El had no intention of changing his appearance; he did all that simply to defeat Novia.
From Canaan to the present day, from the distant Age of Gods to the human world, this is the reason why the Eternal Exalted One Canaan, has devised so many schemes.
This might be a feeling called longing.
But perhaps it is precisely because he acknowledges that El is stronger than himself that he acts this way.
I want to catch up with you, I want to surpass you; all other thoughts are unnecessary and must be discarded.
A tremendous roar and shockwave erupted, fists whistled, and ultra-high-density forces, capable of shattering Planet, collided with each other continuously.
Novia blocked and parried with her fist, then launched a fluid counterattack, striking El's neck in return.
Although it wasn't killed instantly, it was still halfway in, causing it to spit out a large amount of blood.
It wasn't that El didn't stop, but immediately regained his footing and attacked again; it looked like a suicidal attack born of desperation.
This seemingly simple battle, even though it contains many distorted Laws of Causality, would look incredibly plain if it weren't for the surrounding space collapsing like the Universe.
In theory, Novia shouldn't have been entangled with El for so long, even though El reacted almost instantaneously before the attack. But compared to all the enemies Novia had encountered in the past, it wasn't that his size was particularly unique.
In fact, Novia is not using any power at all, or more accurately, she is not using her previous power.
In other words, he was using a power that felt almost instinctive to him.
From the Old Testament that El usurped.
Therefore, the situation of the battle also changed drastically.
"... Um?"
When El noticed it, although he couldn't quite put his finger on it, the feel was clearly different from before.
It didn't feel like a real fight at all.
Concept? Divine Body? No, that's not right. This is a more vague, but absolutely unshakeable 'concept' --
So,
During the fierce fight, Novia suddenly retreated to dodge the gust of wind from the punch that swept past him. He extended one hand and closed his eyes at the same time.
"I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Thanks to you, I feel like I've stumbled upon something abandoned. Even if it's just a temporary interest, at least I'm having a lot of fun right now."
This caused a surge of anxiety in El's heart.
"Is this just for fun to you?"
My name is Novia.
Upon hearing that clear voice, a wave of tension surged through El's body. The self-introduction, which ignored the question, was not a conversation at all; it was as if the answer itself was a force that would crush the questioner.
Immediately afterwards,
In an instant, all was silent.
The world was plunged into darkness.
Darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness—from the sudden, endless darkness, an unprecedented light burst forth.
In a chilling silence unlike anything El had ever experienced, a deafening Deafening Crash, as if the world were about to end, brewed, lasting for a fleeting moment—
Novia's blue eyes are now slowly reopening, and those azure pupils hold absolute arrogance and self-respect.
Seeing Novia's imposing appearance, El's eyes gleamed with joy. After casually turning his arm around once, he smiled amiably.
Therefore, no further explanation is needed.
As a glorious roar resounded throughout the world, El launched his attack. His entire body, shimmering with blue-purple light, was filled with Thunderbolt that surpassed the total energy generated by all Thunderbolt on this Planet from ancient times to the present. Even if the Age of Gods still existed, the Fifth-Rank Giant God had almost destroyed everything might be destroyed by this attack.
Moreover, this is just the aftermath.
It is precisely because it is the Omniscience and Omnipotence and omnipotent God recorded in the Old Testament that it has the will to Overturning the cause and effect of physical phenomena.
The idea that Deity because there are no real, mysterious records of it doesn't hold true in the world of Magecraft.
Angel are vessels that contain power, born from human Angel Mythology.
The Root of the Angel Mythology, the Lord of the Angel, is naturally the strongest power, the ultimate strongest.
Its journey was a long one, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood beneath its feet, and its entire body stained with the resentment and curses of the dead gods. But above all, there was the glorious radiance of humanity and itself.
The punch that El threw, imbued with the Authority of the 'God of the Old Testament,' possessed the strongest power to date, its terrifying nature increasing exponentially.
Only,
His greatest strength, his pride, was met head-on by Novia.
A surge of light.
Light descended upon this place.
A sacred aura rose from the ground, and a desolate wave surged and swept across the land, transforming into a tidal wave that soared into the sky and rushed in all directions.
The silver-haired man stood there without backing down, which was unbelievable.
El's power is unpredictable, so taking a step back is perfectly normal.
However, he did not back down, or rather, he himself, his heart, would never yield to anyone.
"El, you have many reasons for this failure, but there's only one crucial one—"