Chapter 593
The only response to Pradyumna's Shekinah was Shejina's eyes, blazing with Wrath.
Within it, there churned frozen air resembling absolute zero, and burned with boundless divine power capable of incinerating everything.
"Very good."
The colossal, Ultimate Great Satan behind Shekinah began to emit a deep, rumbling sound, as if it were the beginning of the Universe.
The Answer is clear.
However, faced with this earth-shattering power, Pradyumna smiled.
The silver-haired girl dragged her broken body, step by step, without fear, toward Shekinah.
"Without the support of that enormous thing behind you, your strength is just like those 'Great God,' right?"
No reply was received.
But Pradyumna knew he had guessed correctly.
Shekinah's seemingly limitless regeneration ability and her Authority to distort reality all Root from the "Ultimate Great Satan" behind her, created through her hands by countless myths and Faith.
It is Shekinah's source of power, Shekinah external Divine Core, and the "medium" Shekinah uses to absorb and transform human chants.
The relationship is like that between a scientist and his most prized creation.
To become stronger, one must accept, accommodate, and absorb—and then manifest.
To return to that one true love, one must experience nothingness, devour darkness, embrace everything—and then, go mad.
Shekinah discarded all the unnecessary emotions of an "Angel," but instead accepted all the legends and malice of humanity.
This contradictory and distorted way of existence is precisely the Root of power.
Since Shekinah had fallen from grace as Queen of Heaven, discarded the unnecessary and instead embraced all of humanity's songs, it was only natural that she did so.
The reason why such an overly restrictive limitation can be achieved must be through the function of emotions, but the pain cannot disappear as a result—in fact, for an 'Angel' to act in this way, its mental state has already collapsed.
If it were something without emotions, it certainly wouldn't behave this way; only something with emotions could behave this way.
Therefore, Lilith on the other side of the battlefield had already realized one thing—
Shekinah's madness is very direct.
It's not surprising that Lilith, realizing this, felt guilty about Shekinah's thoroughness; on the bright side, she should have realized the inappropriateness of her past actions.
However--
"Wow! This is the ultimate in rebellion! The purest form of delinquency! This rock-and-roll madness is really something!"
Lilith's eyes lit up with excitement, and she couldn't resist the urge to rush forward.
"Hey hey hey! Want to stir things up? Let's team up and have a massive, world-shaking rampage, something like that? That would be super cool!"
"What are you saying, woman?! Eep doesn't understand a word you're saying!"
Epsilon, standing to the side, was clearly unable to keep up with Lilith's leaping thoughts and was stamping his feet in frustration.
"And what's more! And she's going to kill you!"
"Well, it doesn't matter." Lilith waved her hand dismissively. "If it were before, Little She and I would probably have thought the same thing."
She paused, then turned her gaze to Epsilon beside her, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
"You came here because of her, didn't you? Little Eep, the cute 'little sister'."
The deliberately emphasized "little sister" made Epsilon's cheeks flush instantly.
"Don't... don't lump me in with someone like you, Lilith!" Epsilon stammered. "I... I came here for my brother! Besides, I'm stronger than you!"
"Oh? What?"
Lilith showed a slight look of confusion, but her composed and confident demeanor never faded; she narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Since 'that day,' I've been by His side for a very, very long time. How about you? Answer the truth."
"A very long time..."
"That's right." Lilith nodded, pressing on. "If you've been here longer than me, then you must have been here earlier than me. In that case, I might not be unable to acknowledge you."
"I... I... I've been by my brother's side since the Age of Gods! For a very, very long time..." Epsilon's voice trailed off.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
Lilith finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, looking up at the sky.
The laughter was so pure, so joyful; if someone unaware of the truth were to hear it, they might truly lose all their guard.
The premise is that the truth is unknown.
The Answer is out.
Lilith wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, looking at the girl in front of her whose face was flushed and who was about to cry.
"Looks like I'll last a little longer."
"Shut up! You all-black woman! Eep, Eep hates you!"
"Alright, alright." Lilith's smile faded. "... It's coming. You can continue preparing your true form, Sandalphon Epsilon."
"Huh?"
The moment Epsilon's surprised voice fell—
From not far away, that figure, staggering and coughing up blood, engulfed in flames yet still burning with an indomitable fighting spirit, moved.
Pradyumna raised his head and looked at Epsilon from a great distance.
Those crimson eyes blinked gently, as if in response to Lilith's words.
"Let me sit inside your true form, Aunt Eep!"
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"Okay, okay!"
The response carried a barely perceptible hint of panic.
For Sandalphon -Defen Epsilon, this was an extraordinary request, yet it stemmed from the request of her "brother's" daughter, so after a momentary pause in her logical circuitry, she granted it.
Then,
In an instant, all the outlines on the horizon began to move in Synchronization.
Hundreds, thousands... even countless Typhon Titan true forms, all uniformly three thousand meters in size, tore through the earth with their enormous bodies, transforming into a torrential rain of meteors with a terrifying acceleration that defied the laws of physics, as they made spatial leaps toward the coordinates where the Pradyumna was located.
The whole world seemed to tremble in response to this will.
It is neither life, nor soul.
It was merely the command called "Start".
However,
As the one who initiated all of this, a purely practical question quietly arose in Epsilon's mind.
Which car does that girl named Pradyumna, who calls me "Auntie," want to sit on?
As mass-produced weapons designed to prevent the emergence of consciousness and unnecessary sacrifices, these Typhon Titan were not endowed with even the most basic consciousness. They were pure, unconscious machines, "numbers" that could be consumed at Epsilon.
Originally, one machine would have been enough to carry that girl.
But in that split second between giving and receiving the order, Epsilon frantically issued "all" of the instructions.
... He messed up a bit. Eep didn't complete the task Perfection.
A sense of unease, akin to that of a child who has done something wrong, gripped Ipisilon's heart. Almost instinctively, she lowered her head, her fingertips nervously twisting together, bracing herself for the inevitable, joyful laughter that would follow from the gaze from the side.
However, the expected sound did not appear.
Epsilon looked up cautiously, puzzled, but what she saw was not Lilith's mischievous smile.
Lilith was gazing into the distance with an expression of near admiration.
Following her gaze, Epsilon also saw that illogical scene that even he, the "creator," could not comprehend.
Yes,
The true forms of Typhon Titan are essentially nothing more than a collection of materials. Although their enormous bodies, measuring three thousand meters, are enough to blot out the sun, if you disregard their size, they are simply materials.
But now, all the machines rushing towards Pradyumna's location did not cause any chaos due to the crowd. As if guided and woven by an invisible hand, they naturally converged and merged into the figure standing in the center of the storm, one after another.
One after another.
Like a moth drawn to the only flame.
The process takes no more than one millisecond.
In Shekinah's vision, time seemed to be stretched to its limit.
At this moment, Pradyumna and the Ultimate Great Satan behind her entered a state of relative stillness.
This is not a true standstill, but rather both have entered the realm of faster-than-light travel, and in the conventional sense of time, every action of the two is close to eternity.
And it was precisely in this eternal instant that...
Pradyumna's voice resounded throughout the entire world of Midrash.
"The barriers of Order crumble at this moment, Twilight of the Gods has begun! With the Exiled Chaos as our guide, we summon the Shadow of the End, silent in the abyss of Star Abyss!"
A Perfection invocation.
Pradyumna was satisfied with his actions.
Yes, bringing "all" Typhon Titan indeed Pradyumna's intention.
According to the Book of the Angel Raziel, Great God Haniel commands "Innumerable Apostles of Light," whose essence is the myriad manifestations of Love of God. At this moment, she is both Haniel, who governs "beauty" and "love," and Jophiel, who bestows "Beauty of God" upon creation. She also commands "Sandalphon" Jophiel, a being formed by the fusion of the concepts of Protection and Epsilon.
In a sense, this is a kind of Trinity that belongs exclusively to Pradyumna.
"Liberate! Seed of Calamity that distort the source of grace! Liberate! Throat of the Void that devours the laws of radiance! Liberate! Rebellious remains that crush the Navel of the Earth!"
As the chanting sublimated, an endless, lawless torrent of dark purple energy manifested itself, completely engulfing the Typhon bodies that followed one after another, centered on the Pradyumna itself.
The power of pure destruction and reconstruction manifested as a massive Inverted Cross Star Gate.
"Use whatever else you need; I don't have any particular ideas. However, if it brings me enjoyment, then it's worth mentioning."
Despite this earth-shattering phenomenon, Shekinah's voice remained as calm as ever.
My calculations are correct; you are destined to lose.
"Destined?"
The Pradyumna, completely obscured by the dark purple glow, let out a light laugh. "Then, you will see me, beyond your calculations."
The world has once again Deafening Crash in despair, overwhelmed by its own burdens.
"You are the death Death Knell of the fallen gods! The embodiment of the End Times, with Overturning Authority as your bones and Ruinous Stars as your blood! The prisoners of the gods return here as World-Destroying Hurricane, and all the barriers of the realms will be reduced to dust by you!"
The machine, which had gathered thousands of people and exhausted all its internal reserves of Faith, was melted, forged, and sublimated within the inverted Cross stargate.
Ultimately, they all come together as one.
Epsilon could sense it.
Yes, I felt it clearly.
It was a kind of ecstasy that originated from the Root concept of "Typhon," reaching its zenith.
Although this joy is still not as blissful as the feeling of being held and stroked on the head by my brother as we fall asleep together, it is quite close.
A surging, soaring, and inexhaustible Abhimanyu.
Universe Spaceship from Universe, it became the strongest Pureblood Dragon through its Godslaying phenomenon.
"--Awaken! Bury the false heavens with the vortex of calamity!"
It's a dragon.
The dragon is coming!
A terrifying Evil Dragon has descended.
Behind it, the shattered phantom of Mount Olympus, adrift in a devastating storm, was dragged along.
This dragon is certainly powerful enough to dominate the entire Planet.