Chapter 591
Draco, a first-order Planet, could achieve this level, which is already quite remarkable. But I never expected that Shekinah could reach a level comparable to Star Class simply by relying on the legends woven by the Primate of this era on this Ocean Planet. Even with its many limitations, she has every reason to be proud.
Instead of choosing to replace the Planet itself, it embarked on a completely different path through 'Wisdom'.
Novia was indeed somewhat relieved that Shekinah had managed to reach this point.
But that's all.
In this battle of offense and defense, Shekinah truly proved the divine power of 'God'.
That being said, it doesn't mean that... we'll win.
After all--
Novia turned her gaze to the other side of the room, where a girl with short silver hair was sitting cross-legged on the Sofa, eating a Chocolate bar while nervously watching the battle.
"..."
Kama's body stiffened abruptly upon sensing Novia's gaze.
Kama immediately threw away the snacks, made a large X with his hands in front of his chest, and adopted a defensive posture.
"Let me make it clear beforehand, I absolutely will not be like Metatron or that stupid Dragon Girl Melusine, who inexplicably faints and then has their precious time and power wasted by you, Novia, without their knowledge!"
Kama declared righteously, yet a suspicious blush rose on his cheeks.
"Absolutely not! This kind of thing has to be done when I'm completely sober! Even if... even if I get confused afterwards, I have to be fully conscious at the beginning!"
The declaration is strange, full of self-contradictory logic.
But for Kama, who was both a 'Lust' and a 'god of Love God,' it was perfectly natural.
Novia couldn't help but smile at her adorable, outwardly strong but inwardly weak appearance.
He stood up from the Sofa, walked slowly to her, and bent down.
Novia didn't need any complicated schemes or fancy words to deal with Kama.
With just one move, Kama's entire body would go limp and he would surrender completely.
Novia leaned close to Kama's ear and whispered in a voice so gentle it seemed to melt the soul, a voice only Kama could hear:
"I'll have to trouble you later, Mother."
"--!"
It was as if a current of billions of volts had instantly pierced through Kama's entire body.
Kama simply couldn't resist that word, that title.
I felt my whole body burning up, my bones felt weak, and my face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
All resistance and defenses crumbled.
Love God could only fidget and twist like a little girl, clutching the hem of her clothes, before mimicking Epsilon's actions and approaching Novia.
Then, stand on tiptoe --
Only when a thin, ambiguous strand of saliva parted their lips did Kama, panting, give his reply in a voice barely audible.
"... Well, what can I do? I am Lord Kama."
Novia straightened up with satisfaction and raised her hand.
Finally, two more Great God garments symbolizing archangels appeared.
After all, Kama has a "dual nature," being both the god of desire who provokes Shiva's Wrath and the Deity of love who awakens the vitality of the Universe.
Therefore, the air in the entire room seemed to become thick and sweet due to the arrival of something Divinity.
Angel Attire--
The Beauty of God - Jophiel / The Glory of God - Haniel
586: The whole family is almost here (7. k)
The Principal Wisdom Angel, carrying the infinite ocean of divine Wisdom, have their chief (Jophiel) divide this ocean into finite light to nourish all spirits.
The Introduction to the Celestial Ranks
Jophiel, also known as "the Beauty of God" or "Jophiel the Angel of Beauty," was Angel who taught souls 70 languages at the beginning of creation. The Book of Radiance lists him as the Chief Great God who commands 53 legions. He is also said to be a companion of Metatron. In the Kabbalah Tree of Life, he is said to represent the third Sephirah, 'understanding,' or the second Sephirah, 'Wisdom.'
However,
Novia's choice of this Angel attire for Kama is not because she and the Angel Jophiel have a direct connection like that between Sandalphon and Typhon, or Lilith and Samael, but rather because it is similar to the Kabbalah Tree of Life, a tree rooted in Heaven in the India Bhagavad Gita — the Tree of Life and Existence.
The battle on the other side continues.
Time is a measure of change.
Since the start of the battle, the clock has ticked past 1,800 seconds.
Thirty minutes.
For humankind, this may not be a very long time.
But here, every second is enough for stars to be born, myths to be extinguished, Divine Aura to be ignited and cooled, and Od to gather and dissipate. Its density and flux are enough to completely evaporate any ordinary Deity accidentally enters this place in an instant, leaving not even a concept behind.
In Shekinah's calculations, the balance of victory had already been settled.
That thinking based on absolute rationality has already constructed countless paths to victory, each one clearly visible and beyond question.
In less than two hundred seconds, this futile resistance will come to an end.
She was certain of the outcome.
However, a kind of noise that cannot be quantified by logic or analyzed is quietly echoing in my mind.
If we had to describe it using human vocabulary...
That might be "dissatisfaction".
Shekinah's gaze pierced through the storm of energy, precisely locking onto the azure figure that was constantly creating Typhon Titan's true form, only to be constantly crushed by its own clones.
Epsilon.
That being who calls herself "sister" in the name of Sandalphon.
Their fighting style is a pure, reckless waste, transforming a massive amount of Faith power that should have been used to sustain their own existence into a manifestation of destruction without restraint.
"A mysterious little sister..."
Hundreds of millions of Shekinah whispered in identical, unwavering voices.
"... I don't have the right to waste time like that."
Yes, I'm not eligible.
In order to reconnect with that being, to reclaim that unique and Supreme Being love, I have sacrificed so much, borne the burden of stigma, and plunged myself into an ocean of malice and reverence, swallowing all curses and prayers, before finally transforming into my current form.
And what about you?
By what right do you, simply because of a self-proclaimed "identity," so recklessly squander the Faith that should have been devoted to your so-called "brother (father)"?
If Lilith, who was present, could hear Shekinah's heartfelt words, she would probably chuckle to herself.
The power displayed by Epsilon precisely proves the value of her "sister" identity. Without this recognition, it would be impossible to drive Sandalphon's Authority, let alone materialize the consumption of Faith to such an extent.
Shekinah naturally understood this, and she never underestimated Epsilon.
That's precisely why I'm even more Wrath.
Although Shekinah only gave birth to Novia three times, only the third time did she have an 'exception' sister, whom she even went to great lengths to get rid of by throwing her into the sea.
Birth is not permitted.
What is born from one's own womb must be unique and absolutely Perfection.
It is an individual, and also the world.
Its quality is equivalent to that of All Creation.
Its will is independent and autonomous, and cannot be crushed or Dyeing by any external force.
This is the proper attitude.
This is Shekinah's almost insane, Supreme Being ideal as a "mother."
"You are not His... sister."
Shekinah's voice pierced through the clamor of the fierce battle and echoed clearly in Epsilon's ears.
"The difference lies not in the proximity of one's status, but in the reason for one's birth."
She muttered to herself expressionlessly, as if declaring an indisputable axiom.
"This world is constructed based on 'nothingness'—the Midrash. Here, there are no relationships without reason."
Yes, that's it.
No, it's not.
"If He truly needed a sister, it would only be that blonde 'girl' who shares the same blood."
Logic is absolute.
In the void world constructed by Shekinah and Midrash, identity must be completely unified with essence.
"As far as I know, my world resembles the myths sung by humankind. Therefore, unless one truly possesses that identity, no matter what one wears or what one calls oneself, it will not match it."
"Unless... there is another Parallel World that can cover my 'Midrash,' otherwise, an alien can never reach the concept of 'truth' as an alien."
Therefore, even if you exhaust all your Faith, you will still lose.
Despite Shekinah's words, Epsilon remained steadfast and unwavering.
"Who cares about you! I'm just my brother's sister!"
Typhon Titan's true form, forged by Faith, shattered at a rate that couldn't even keep up with the speed at which it was destroyed by Shekinah's clone.
The debris piled up into a mountain in the void, only to dissipate into pure Spiritrons in the next second.
Even so, Epsilon did not back down an inch.
The resistance was not entirely futile; under the frenzied consumption, about Issei of the endless Shekinah were indeed wiped out.
This was also within Shekinah's calculations.
So Shekinah simply sighed quietly.
"I see. You'll never give up no matter what? That's exactly what I'm looking for in someone as self-righteous as you..."
The words came to an abrupt halt.
Something was touched by these semi-unconscious words.
Etc.
For the first time, Shekinah's mind went blank.
What am I saying? What was I about to do? What just happened?
Have no idea.
I know nothing about it.
But that feeling, that inexplicable hatred for "self-righteous fellows," was so real, as if deeply rooted somewhere, somewhere even Shekinah herself couldn't reach—
"What's wrong with you? What are you spacing out for?!"
The unprecedented blow caught Shekinah completely off guard, she took the full force of Epsilon's attack head-on, resulting in an unexpected injury that threw the team into chaos.
My mind went completely blank.
Even so, rather than immediately regaining consciousness, the "god" of this place was more inclined to unravel the sudden mystery.
"In the beginning, darkness was hidden by darkness, without discernment or knowledge, all was water. That which was covered by nothingness gradually appeared through the power of 'scorching'."
Thoughts began to race at an almost spontaneous rate.
Despite the relentless, raging attacks of Epsilon, Shekinah remained suspended motionless atop the hands of Ultimate Great Satan.
Enduring the conceptual shock of his clone being torn apart, he allowed the chaos to rage through his consciousness.
Reason has almost evaporated, so this might be considered an inevitable result.