Chapter 589

Her cheek pressed tightly against Novia's chest, her nostrils filled with Novia's unique scent that brought her immense peace.

Close your eyes, and Greed use all your senses to depict and remember his existence.

His body temperature, his heartbeat, the faint, intoxicating aura emanating from him.

All of this was the most wonderful treasure in the world to Epsilon.

"Brother, brother! Eep missed you so much!" She snuggled against him, tilting her little face up to him with her blue eyes full of expectation. "Look, Eep won! Eep defeated that stupid dragon and came to see you first! So, hurry up... hurry up and praise Eep, okay?"

"That..."

Although she had anticipated this the moment the Fruit of Fruit of Impermanence was activated, Novia still felt a subtle unease when Typhon actually appeared before her as the new individual 'Epsilon'.

Younger sister.

There have always been only Abigail Miyu, but now it seems there's another one.

He paused for a moment, gently patted Epsilon's head, and then gave the order in a calm tone.

"Epsilon, go to the space where Lilith and Shekinah are now." Novia paused, then materialized the 'Conceptual Dress' she had prepared beforehand and draped it over the girl's shoulders. "Put on this 'Sandalphon'."

After all, besides being Metatron's sister, Sandalphon is also Angel who engages in an endless battle with Samael (Lilith), much like Michael against Satan, thus enhancing her power.

In that instant, the ecstasy in Epsilon's heart erupted like a volcano, almost bursting her small body apart.

Entrustment.

A request from her brother, made solely for Eep.

This means that in her brother's heart, Eep is special, useful, and someone who can help her brother overcome all difficulties when he needs her.

Nothing proves Eep's worth more than this.

"Yes, brother!"

Epsilon puffed out her small chest and answered in the most energetic and trusting voice she could muster, her pure white Sandalphon Outfit radiating a soft and Divinity light on the dragon maiden.

"Eep will finish his mission immediately and come back to be with you right away?"

Before he could finish speaking, Epsilon tiptoed and, with lightning speed, left a brief but moist kiss on Novia's lips, a gesture that seemed to assert his dominance.

Then,

Without hesitation, he turned around and plunged himself into the space behind him.

Before his figure completely disappeared, Epsilon turned back and smiled, silently mouthing a promise to his only brother, Novia.

--Wait for me to come back, brother?

I have an exam coming up, so I need to take a day off.

As the title suggests, I need to take one day off.

However, it should be finished around this month.

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585: Endless Typhon, come out! (7. k)

A world built upon 'emptiness' and constructed from 'Jealousy' is being quietly eroded.

It was neither the rendering of colors nor the proliferation of matter.

It is a negation above 'nothingness'.

It begins at a single point, then splits, multiplies, and spreads.

It was a purer darkness than the void constructed by Shekinah, an absolute negation that even swallowed the concept of "non-existence" itself.

Born from the void, yet independent of Shekinah's control.

Like ink dripped onto a pure white canvas, it is initially barely visible, but in an instant it spreads and transforms into patches of varying sizes and increasing in number. The speed at which it switches and changes is so fast that it exceeds the limits of what the eye can capture, almost turning half the space into its own domain.

"..."

Lilith involuntarily held her breath.

Epsilon was standing nearby, was the source of all this.

That petite body was radiating a domineering will that was enough to rival the master of this place.

However,

Despite being the target of all this, Shekinah remained calm and composed.

She remained standing there, her face, so similar to Lilith's, showing no emotion whatsoever.

His gaze passed over the wildly dancing black dots and calmly landed on the Blue-Haired Girl in the Sandalphon Outfit opposite him, who had started all of this.

This is not simply a mistake.

This was a gift from a girl named Epsilon —no, it should be said, a being bearing the name 'Sandalphon' —to Shekinah.

"Very good."

The former Queen of Heaven, now Jealousy woman, finally let out a sigh from her tightly closed lips.

"Suddenly, it became interesting."

There was no panic or Wrath in his voice.

As Shekinah walked alone on her journey of exile like a bride, Sandalphon remained by her side, draping her in protective garments with the light of prayer until she was reunited with the Divinity Bridegroom (the divine being).

This is a record from the Book of Radiance.

It is also the source of everything.

At this moment, the two, who should have been cooperating, are standing here as enemies.

Shekinah's power stems from the millennia-long tradition and Faith in her mythology. She embraced all of this to become the 'God of Midrash,' but this also became her greatest constraint. In those ancient texts, in the Ascension of Isaiah, the Protection her presence within the shrine is none other than Sandalphon, wielding a flaming sword. In the Talmud, Sandalphon also protects the prayers of mortals.

The Ascension of Isaiah: When the prophet Isaiah passed through the Seven Heavens, he saw Shekinah sitting in a curtain of light, with Sandalphon holding a flaming sword guarding her door.

The Talmud's Prayer Scroll states: When three people study the Torah together, Shekinah is in the middle; when the congregation prays, Sandalphon stands on their right, protecting the prayers so that they may reach the ears of God.

Myth binds the two tightly together, making Sandalphon the most troublesome problem for Shekinah, and this connection gives Epsilon the right to threaten Shekinah.

But it's merely a qualification.

Shekinah does not have the word 'fear', nor has she ever experienced the emotion 'worry'.

She is already Midrash God.

It is the embodiment of human Faith, the absolute law of this place.

So what is there to fear?

"Your foundation lies with Typhon, the Primordial Dragon of Greece."

Shekinah's voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.

"Even if you wear the 'Sandalphon' gown, so what? What makes you think you can defeat me? What makes you so confident of your victory? What are your units and benchmarks of confidence? All of this is too vague. Tell me clearly, in which legend is there any record of you defeating me?"

How powerful are you right now? How far does your influence extend? How widely is it being sung? How deep is your Faith? Tell me, what is the effect, scope, reach, and depth of Faith of the 'miracle' you can cause right now...? This is so strange, I'm incredibly curious."

Finally, Shekinah concluded her remarks with a simple and understated summary.

"Hey, Sandalphon Epsilon, what exactly gives you your confidence?"

Faced with this divine interrogation, Epsilon responded with a sigh filled with disappointment.

"Well..."

The Blue-Haired Girl gently shook her head, and in her clear, sky-like eyes, an undisguised annoyance surfaced.

"It seems you still don't understand anything. What a waste of time."

Epsilon had neither the time nor the interest to play these pointless verbal games with this woman.

--My brother is waiting for me.

That's all.

This idea was the sole reason for Epsilon's actions, the sole core of his will.

"Since that's the case..."

The girl slowly raised her slender, fair right hand, her palm facing the sky etched with dark spots.

There was no massive flow of Od, nor any terrifying fluctuations of killing intent.

Only with an absolute will to return to her brother's side as soon as possible.

"... Let Eep help you 'finish' this..."

In that instant.

A light called 'Violence' has descended.

"True Body Unfolds - Typhon Sandalphon".

The earth roared, though there was no earth here; space wailed, though there was no physical entity here.

Something so vast that it defies description is forcibly squeezing into this reality from the dimension of concepts.

The massive mechanical arm, covered in jagged spikes, first tore through the void. Red, black, and gold hues intertwined on it, colors belonging to Dragon Kind and Divine Authority. Next came the entire body, its base constructed of dark red and cold black, exuding power with its armor and streamlined form, blending distinct biological features with cold mechanical aesthetics in an unprecedented way.

A mutated mechanical dragon.

The true body Typhon, from the dimension of concept, squeezed into this reality and thus manifested itself.

Its height was ultimately set at three thousand meters, the same height as the true bodies of the gods of Atlantis (Greece), a divine height sufficient to overlook everything on earth.

Theoretically, Typhon is the wreckage of the Titan ships destroyed by Zeus in the Titanomachy. Only a portion of Typhon ended up on Earth, so at most he should be comparable to Zeus, who had lost his true form in the Giant God. In any case, his true form couldn't possibly reach the level of the true forms of the gods... right?

Not entirely.

Because as Extraterrestrial fleet, the series used for resupply was the Titan series, which was destroyed by Zeus for the sake of Earth. However, as the wreckage of the Titan series ships Typhon be mass-produced as long as there are materials.

The reason why Epsilon was able to summon Titan Typhon, who was equivalent to the real Titan, was quite simple.

Just like Mars appearing in the Greece Lostbelt.

Faith.

Just as in Lostbelt, Faith enabled Mars had lost his true form, to restore himself; just as in the distant Age of Gods, the Gods of Greece also futilely attempted to repair their bodies through Faith.

Human Faith.

And at this moment, what vast ocean of Faith can Epsilon, dressed in the 'Sandalphon' gown, stir up?

Rome's thousand-year reign pales in comparison.

Since Novia walked upon the earth, the Holy Church, which began with him, has stretched across countless Parallel World for two thousand years.

The sheer volume of prayers, praise, and reverence directed toward the Supreme Being 'God' is astronomical.

Even if only a tiny fraction of it points to the Protection Sandalphon, it will be enough.

Moreover, standing here at this moment is 'God of Midrash' Shekinah.

It has been embraced by all human traditions and has become the very concept of 'the God of Midrash'.

Then,

All Faith pointing to 'God' became a source of power that 'Sandalphon' could borrow. It was through Shekinah, the 'router,' that Epsilon connected to that endless network of Faith.

This is the Root of her confidence.

"Wow..."

Epsilon gazed up at his masterpiece, his blue eyes gleaming with undisguised joy and pride.

Just one glance made me so happy I could die.

This is something Typhon himself couldn't even come up with! All of this is thanks to his brother! Just thinking about being able to use this figure to clear Obstruction for his brother made Epsilon feel a dizzying happiness.

Even Lilith was curious: could this girl who called herself Novia's sister really defeat Shekinah?

This is natural, after all, compared to Typhon Titan's true form that is three thousand meters tall, the Ultimate Great Satan behind Shekinah, which is only a hundred meters tall, looks as insignificant as a toy.

However, bathed in that immense, mountain-crushing pressure that would make any Deity tremble, Shekinah's only response was a slight upward curve at the corner of her mouth.

"... That's really surprising."