Chapter 581

"Your wish is my most loyal sword, and my unquestionable justice follows your every word and deed. My sword was forged solely to Protection your Order, and it will never be broken by anything external. It will redeem the weak and kind, and deliver death to the enemy."

At that time, Angel Sangyangsha lived with such pure and unwavering faith.

Then, that day came.

God remembered the covenant He had made with Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and Enosh, and that is why He saw Moses.

And Sangyangsha, naturally, went to see Moses.

He had waited too long for this day, and finally he had received the Supreme Being will. Even though he had not learned anything else from God or Moses, he still stubbornly believed it.

The time for the decisive battle has come.

In Sangyangsha's amethyst-like eyes, there was not a trace of gloom, only the burning glory and Divinity light.

He raised his arms and rallied an Angel army numbering over one hundred thousand.

They are of different ranks, ranging from the first to the ninth order. There are Powers who control fire and Virtues who summon Thunderbolt, but all of them are under the command of this Egypt king of the Heaven Realm. All the Angel have become one will and formed an invincible Divinity army.

He will personally unleash the Wrath of God.

He will strike the Nile with his sword, turning the sacred waters into filthy blood in an instant. All the fish in the river will rot, and the entire river will reek of a nauseating stench.

Hundreds of millions of frogs will surge from the river of blood onto land, the dust of all of Egypt will turn into lice that gnaw on flesh, and swarms of flies will bring plague and panic.

The Egypt's livestock will fall and rot in droves, and the stubborn Heterodox Faith will develop festering, itchy rashes oozing pus.

Hailstorms will destroy every inch of land, countless locusts will devour all life on the ground, and darkness will shroud Egypt for three days and three nights, obscuring the sun.

Finally, at midnight on the third day, all the firstborn sons of the Egypt, and all the firstborn livestock, will die.

Both humans and False God will know the price of disobedience.

Sangyangsha had raised his sword high, the tip of which radiated a divine power capable of tearing the earth apart.

However--

"You..."

Why?

The Angel's movements froze.

He saw it all.

In the young Pharaoh named Ramesses II, the divinity of Amun -Ra, the Supreme Being god of Egypt and the Sun God, was solemnly manifested like the sun. The power of that divinity was so ancient and vast that it was enough to rival his full strength at that moment. Moses, who had just finished his friendly conversation with the Pharaoh and was about to turn around and lead his people away, also witnessed this amazing scene.

However, the Ten Plagues that were about to occur, enough to destroy a civilization, were forcibly sealed away in the darkness.

It wasn't that he was defeated by the False God of Egypt.

The King of Angel didn't even have a chance to fight him.

He, along with the absolute "divine justice" represented by the hundred thousand Angel behind him, was stopped by God, by the one and only God to whom he served.

A gentle, yet incredibly distant voice echoed in his mind.

"Though I wish to wipe away all tears, I do not intend to erase human Sorrow. The heart is noble and uncontrollable; once restrained, it becomes like a puppet. Looking at you, and the Angel who are like children, makes me feel this even more."

Absurd.

I can't understand it.

I... made a mistake? This "justice" that originated from God's will and was launched to demonstrate God's majesty was actually wrong? What is justice? What is Order? God, tell me!

Intense regret and overwhelming confusion transformed into a heart-wrenching roar that erupted from the Great God's throat.

"Damn it—this Order that binds you!"

That moment,

A seed called "self" sprouted in the heart, and a flame called "rebellion" ignited the soul.

The former Order- makers of God, whose name means "rebel" in Hebrew, thus fell.

Sangyangsha pulled herself out of her memories, a cold flame flickering deep within her amethyst-like eyes.

He drank the last drop of liquid in his glass in one gulp.

"So," he said softly, "Let's go, Rahab. Let's see the stage Azazel has prepared for us, and let's meet that Queen of Heaven who has fallen as far as we have."

Night is an eternal theme in the Pandemonium.

The hall where Satan once held meetings has been opened once more tonight.

Apart from the somewhat dim-witted Frost Giants Lucifero and the mysterious "Ultimate Great Satan," almost all the Satan were present.

Satan can all be associated with the symbol of "dragon" to some extent, but their final manifestations are all different.

Sangyangsha, Azazel, and the "Paradise Lost Satan" who is always shrouded in deep shadows mostly appear in the form of fallen Angel, retaining their former glory and majesty. But those who take the form of "dragons" and fully display that primal nature are Rahab and another being - Draco.

Perhaps due to the fundamental principle of like repels like, Draco and Rahab have always had a strained relationship, and every time they meet, a verbal battle is inevitable.

At this moment, Draco was lazily sprawled on her throne, with seven "Demon Beast He" of various poses standing beside her. Normally, the Satan rarely saw the Demon Beast He appear with Draco.

"Heh, you whore from Rome! Do you think this is a place where you can just show off?" Seeing Rahab surrounded by a bunch of Demon Beast He, Draco's already antagonistic aura intensified, and she became inexplicably Wrath. "Believe me or not, I'll twist all those posing little pets of yours, along with your tail, off right now and use them as balls!"

"Oh dear, I'm so scared," Draco sighed dramatically. "But all talk and no action is the mark of a weakling. All you've got left is your talk. After all, you were defeated by Shekinah, so you must be pretty exhausted now, right?"

The Demon Beast He beside him simultaneously let out threatening growls, their imposing presence clearly overwhelming Rahab.

Just as the two were about to clash, a figure wearing a giant goat helmet appeared silently at the entrance of the hall.

Azazel.

He ignored the two female dragons who seemed to dislike each other, and simply scanned the group with his eyes, which were obscured by the shadow of his helmet.

"Everyone's here." Azazel's voice was dry and cold. "I've already notified Shekinah in the name of the meeting. She'll be here. I've also set a restriction on this door—it's a one-way street. Once you step inside, unless I lift the restriction, not even a god can leave within Treta Yuga."

He paused for a moment, as if to make sure everyone had heard him.

"Ultimate Great Satan and Lucifero were not notified. There was no need to notify the former. As for the latter... even if they were notified, they wouldn't understand the deeper meaning."

Having finished his explanation, Azazel added one last sentence in his monotone voice.

"Now that I've dealt with Shekinah, I have something even more important to announce to you all."

Having said that, he didn't look at anyone else, but pushed open the Great Gate in front of him, which was carved with scenes of Hell, and went inside.

The Satan exchanged bewildered glances, but ultimately suppressed their thoughts and filed in one after another.

However, when they stepped into that space that had been sealed off by the ban, everyone was stunned.

In the center of the spacious room stood not only their target— Shekinah —but also a massive, terrifying figure, as large as a mountain.

Ultimate Great Satan!

What are you doing here?!

Alarm bells rang in the hearts of all the Satan. They were completely unaware that this oldest and most powerful Satan was essentially a creation of Shekinah.

Azazel wore a helmet, so no one could see his expression.

But being Great God, he reacted extremely quickly, activating the backup plan almost instantly upon seeing the Ultimate Great Satan.

"Gentlemen," Azazel began casually, as if everything was going according to plan, "I have gathered you all here today to discuss our next move. Regarding how... we can approach God."

He began to recount at length an elaborate and grand plan for the counterattack on Heaven.

Shekinah stood quietly in the center, smiling and listening attentively, occasionally nodding in agreement.

Listen, listen, until Azazel finishes speaking the last word.

A brief silence fell over the room.

Then, Shekinah clapped her hands gently.

"A brilliant plan, Azazel. The logic is impeccable, the prospects are enticing, it almost makes me want to join in. So..." Shekinah tilted her head, revealing an innocent expression, her voice incredibly gentle, "So... oh, by the way, when will you... come to kill me again?"

One sentence shattered the silence.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Can you hear me? Or have your ears, like your courage, withered away?" Shekinah's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it, only pure malice and mockery. "Your past, present, and Future, your entire purpose in existence, is to bring him and me joy. I want you to live, so you should live. The decision is in my hands."

Her gaze swept over each of the Satan present, as if she were looking at a group of caged playthings.

"Therefore, I am stronger. What, are you scared? Are you afraid?"

Shekinah let out a series of silvery laughs, which echoed in the enclosed space and sounded particularly jarring.

"Don't worry. I'm actually... really looking forward to you guys showing a strength I never imagined, and then letting me taste the joy of slaughter."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

On Shekinah's face, only endless hatred and resentment remained.

Those eyes, reflecting the entire glory of Kingdom of Heaven, held only mad Wrath and Jealousy, like a destructive fire burning repeatedly. The rest of the soul had long been burned to ashes by this flame, or perhaps it never existed in the first place.

"However," she concluded with utter contempt, as if judging a pile of garbage, "That's all you're capable of, isn't it?"

"As expected, Shekinah."

Azazel finally spoke, his voice tinged with weariness and a hint of understanding.

"At this moment, you should no longer appear before God, nor are you worthy to do so."

"Okay, actually I feel the same way."

Shekinah seemed to have something on her mind, and suddenly murmured to herself, as if she wanted to engrave these words in her heart.

She lowered her head, seemingly examining her own hands.

Yes, the mistake must be corrected.

When she raised her head again, her face revealed an expression of almost holy pride, filled with the radiance of a martyr.

"But, Azazel, although this is just my personal opinion, 'love' can generate an incredibly powerful force, even surpassing all reason. That's why I've persisted until now. I love him, whom I love most; I revere him as much as my father. This is my own choice."

His voice was firm and powerful, filled with unwavering resolve and composure.

"I am incredibly proud of this; it's an undeniable fact. I am overjoyed to be who I am today, and I offer my deepest gratitude and respect to all that has made me who I am today."

His gaze sharpened, fixing on Azazel.

"Therefore, if you want to label my love, and my very existence, as 'evil,' then so be it. I know that a rigid person like you, who pursues absolute Order, cannot tolerate even a grain of sand, nor a trace of so-called 'evil,' and that is precisely the root cause of your downfall."

Shekinah's gaze, filled with extreme pressure, finally landed on Draco, who had maintained a vigilant posture.

The previous pride and composure were instantly replaced by a burning, tangible Wrath and Jealousy that was almost boiling over.

"However, now, an extremely ugly, extremely obnoxious, and extremely incomprehensible thing has appeared before me. Ahhh, I can't wait any longer!"

Shekinah's tone became incredibly agitated, and that terrifying killing intent permeated the air as if it were tangible, causing the surrounding space to groan under its strain.

"I can't wait any longer. Right now, right here, I'll kill you, Draco."

"... As if I'm some nobody you could crush with a flick of your wrist."

Draco narrowed his magnificent golden dragon eyes and answered coldly.

The Demon Beast He around her also prepared themselves, unleashing hostile and threatening roars at Shekinah. Among them, the Lust Lukesuria even spoke directly:

"Our master may sometimes seem like a useless piece of trash, but with us around, he won't die so easily."

"Yes, it doesn't feel as Melusine."

"Let's see who can put up a bet."

"Huh? You guys have some nerve, daring to talk about me like that to my face!"

Shekinah smiled at this, a truly radiant smile.

"That's exactly right."

The moment the words left his mouth.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

An indescribable, pure "Honkai" power, like a black river bursting its banks, descended from the non-existent sky with a deafening roar.

Accompanied by violent upheavals powerful enough to shake the very foundations of Hell, the entire scene before them began to twist, stretch, and ultimately collapse completely.

The colossal body of Ultimate Great Satan, so immense it obscured everything, finally moved.

That was merely a gaze directed at Draco, carrying an absolute power to erase all concepts and existence, ignoring the distance of space and time, as it attacked Draco.

However, in the very next second...