Chapter 547

So El's fist shattered, as if it were the result of his attack on Novia, a loss of Authority to the unchanging concept.

But he did not retreat.

Or perhaps, the Canaan god-king had no concept of retreat.

"Why! What's going on! What do you know! Tell me!!!"

A desperate scream.

Immediately afterwards, visible waves surged from the edge of the earth, and in a short moment, accompanied by terrifying shockwaves, waves tens of thousands of meters high spread out from El's body.

Don't you understand?

Novia raised her fist and swung it down with unstoppable force. The strike was simple, but its pure destructive power shattered El's head and the core of his being.

"Because you have gathered all the death on this Planet, and I just happen to be..."

Novia's deep blue eyes, as blue as the ocean, blinked as if in response.

"It has long since swallowed up death, forever."

Book of Isaiah 25.8 (Old Testament)

He (Jehovah) has swallowed up death forever.

Therefore, the trend of victory or defeat is all too obvious.

El's usurped Old Testament was blasted away, the boundless Authority within him shattered and scattered, and the halo behind him was completely destroyed.

Annihilate.

"The Crown has cracked..."

Metatron murmured as if in a dream, her lips contorted.

Why? Why? Why? Why? What's going on? This can't be happening! What's going on? How could the Crown...?

Could it be because I lost? Because I couldn't take down the enemy in seven seconds?

I see. That's how it is. I suppose that's all there is to it.

Ugh, honestly, how could I be so careless? How dare I even aim for God? I'm hopelessly stupid. Please forgive my shameful and arrogant behavior.

But I really can do it, please believe me.

So this time, Metatron sat once again on the Holy Seat, eyes downcast, hands raised to the heavens.

"Go to hell, all of you go to hell."

It was like a voice announcing Fate, suppressing Wrath, yet also sounding like a kind warning from Hell.

No sooner had he spoken than the ten graces bestowed upon Metatron produced an astonishing effect.

Both the Sun's Authority from the Tezcatlipoca and the Blessing Rasputin's Faith were completely denied, and fortunately, only Tiamat escaped.

Behind Metatron, wings spread.

Under her grace, countless Fire Pillar of fire and intense light, like Torrential Rain, descended from the sky.

It will soon cover every inch of the land densely.

The Primordial Mother Goddess intuitively sensed that the gap between the two sides was simply too great; in short, they had no spare strength.

Given the already unpredictable circumstances, she couldn't deliberately reveal that she was a beast.

Although I don't know if this judgment is correct, I have to do it; otherwise, the children will die.

"... My steadfast son, you will surely defy the principles of creation."

Then, a dark wave appeared beneath Tiamat's feet, stretching endlessly.

Long ago, before life existed on this Planet, Tiamat lay within the Sea of Life, which now appears to be.

Looking up at the chaotic, Chaos world.

At that time, she could neither see the Sun nor the moon; lying in the sea, she could not see any light.

Yes, the Sun hadn't risen yet, so how could we possibly see light?

... No, there is actually light, light that comes from the other side.

Tiamat Larva's Noble Phantasm is a temporary return to the 'Sea of Life', manifesting as a dragon Spirit Origin, using its massive Spirit Origin to unleash Od to crush the enemy. It's a very simple physical attack Noble Phantasm, and she probably wanted to block Metatron's next offensive no matter what.

"Are you underestimating me? Mesopotamia are truly a bunch of utterly vile people. They should have all been executed long ago."

The Blessing of flight instantly enveloped Metatron, a speed stronger and faster than the First Sun and the Primordial Mother Goddess —speeds that surpassed the speed of light by countless times.

Even so, Metatron's senses remained sharp; her eyes were like those of a raptor catching its prey, and even at superhuman speeds, her eyes would not miss the slightest changes.

"You Evil beast, if I allow you to suffer such a fate, how can I still consider myself a god... Ah, after all, this is a place where Lilith once lived, so it's not surprising that it's so Evil."

For some personal reasons, Metatron felt disgust and extreme aversion to the Mesopotamia gods who had served Lilith.

However, Tiamat immediately refuted the Scribe of Kingdom of Heaven's words.

"... Lilith? Oh, is that Lilitu? Mom won't allow you to say that, because Lilitu is a very good girl! You can't say that, children should be kind to each other—"

Shut up, you idiot!

Therefore, Metatron rushed towards Tiamat, who was about to return to the 'Sea of Life', with lightning speed and punched her in the face with all his might.

"Whoa!"

Tiamat's defenses were completely shattered; she will need time to rebuild.

But Metatron wouldn't give her that time.

Then came the knee strike, mercilessly deflecting Tiamat's chin, followed by a horizontal punch to her stomach, and then the fourth and fifth blows—a relentless barrage of attacks.

To some extent, Metatron's act of taking matters into her own hands was a manifestation of her extreme rage.

"Oh, Mommy, it hurts so much... You bad boy, you bad boy, Metatron, you're the worst child in my heart! No matter how good you are to me in the future, I will never forgive you easily!"

Although she did not suffer a fatal injury, Tiamat was seriously injured.

"Go to hell--"

Metatron's voice abruptly stopped before he could finish speaking.

"Good opportunity! Naughty kid, get ready for Mom's corrective punch!"

Seeing this, Tiamat didn't think much of it and simply punched Metatron, sending him flying and crashing to the ground.

But soon, she stood up as if in a daze, her whole body tense, standing in the direction of the Tiamat, staring wide-eyed into the distance.

A strange sense of dread ran down her spine.

Then, we saw the pillar of light shooting into the sky and the roaring airwaves.

Everything was trembling, like a roar.

No, it's more like a wail.

"What is this thing again?"

Tezcatlipoca exclaimed, peering over the shoulder. "What the hell is this? There's another one? Has your Bible system gone mad?"

One Metatron was already incredibly troublesome, and now it feels like another one is coming... It's too much trouble. Everyone's doing this kind of massive work in this era, why didn't you guys step in when ORT came along?

Just as Tezcatlipoca was making his comment, he realized that Metatron's behavior seemed rather strange.

It's like a fear that comes from the bottom of your heart.

However, for some reason, the Tezcatlipoca had a strange sense of déjà vu about the blurry existence in the distance that was too powerful, too powerful to see the end of, and even possessed the pressure to split the world.

"... No, that's impossible."

In a brief moment of disorientation, Metatron, whose mouth was trembling and whose speech was stuttering, suddenly felt as if he had returned to the past.

They returned to the days when they were subjected to the punishment of Flame Whip due to a 'misunderstanding'.

As she lay on the ground, filled with anticipation, gazing at the returning God, her eyes were drawn to His silhouette, and she was filled with longing.

However,

God said nothing to her, nor did He care.

"No, no, impossible, absolutely impossible, there must be some mistake, this can't be happening..."

Despite Metatron's words, she quickly saw it—

So familiar.

His expression was calm and indifferent as he walked straight toward them. A sharp glint flashed in his long, slender legs, like a blade, which made Metatron's expression freeze completely.

Metatron tried hard to control his fear and calm himself down, but sweat continued to pour from his forehead.

The footsteps grew closer, and Metatron, with his head down, caught a glimpse of the shoes.

Step,

Step by step,

At what Metatron considered the Perfection distance, she knelt down and stretched out her hand, as if begging.

But,

Just like that time before,

Novia said nothing and walked past her without paying any attention, continuing on her way.

Chapter 555 Lilith: Grinning, Little Jehovah (6k)

Metatron turned around cautiously yet boldly.

Even in such moments, when she saw God so close before her, her heart raced uncontrollably, and she even wanted to thank the Lord for being willing to appear before her in this state.

"Wow, you've arrived just in time! I almost got taken down by this Angel."

"That's right, it was a close call just now. The Chief Judge's strength is truly astonishing."

"I'm glad you're all alright. Tiamat... are you alright?"

"Yes! Of course, I'm very, very strong..."

"Tiamat, you'd be more convincing if you wiped away your tears before you spoke, and remember that moment when you angrily Chief Judge..."

"Waaah, Rasputin, don't you dare say anything to your mother!"

"That's the truth. Since you've come all the way from over there, Lord Novia, I presume..." Rasputin glanced at Metatron not far away and smiled, "And you're aware of what that old geezer did, aren't you? Actually, I wanted to stop him, but unfortunately, the Chief Judge wasn't willing to go with me."

Rasputin had long disliked Metatron, who claimed that his will was the will of God, so he was currently in a very good mood.

Moreover, Metatron is theoretically Angel from False Scripture source.

It's perfectly normal for him to dislike it; in fact, since Novia's suppression in Rome, Jewish Apocrypha had been rejected for a long time.

Metatron was naturally able to hear Rasputin's words; in fact, she clearly wanted to disrupt this conversation that ignored her, but in any case, she was already prepared.

I'll be killed later, because I intend to Judgment and destroy humanity, but it doesn't matter anymore now. No matter how much I apologize, I won't be forgiven.

After all.

I have truly made a grave mistake.

Ironically, even though I was born based on the idea of being the closest Angel to God, the distance between us is actually incredibly vast.

Whether human or Angel, I've already been despised by both.

In that stretched-out, seemingly endless moment, Metatron heard strange sounds about Novia—

"Metatron, I don't intend to blame you, but I won't take your side either."

The reason it's described as strange is because Metatron sensed a subtle... unease in those words. Although it was somewhat presumptuous, Metatron had originally imagined that he would be instantly annihilated, after all, he was not only conspiring with El, who usurped the Old Testament, but also attempting to... usurp Divine Authority and destroy humanity.

That was an extremely grave Sin.

More accurately, it should be called slackness, because I neither did what I was supposed to do well, nor did it do anything beneficial for me.

Therefore, it is truly a miracle that God can now have a dialogue with Himself.

Therefore, Metatron was prepared for death.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry! It's all my fault, all my fault. Please erase my concept completely. Although this is not a sin that I, a mere 'avatar of power,' can atone for, I almost caused a catastrophe."