Chapter 597

Erice's voice rang out again.

At this moment, she was no longer the girl who suffered and was confused by forbidden emotions, but rather the pinnacle of Alchemical Theology as "Poimandres" and "the Lord's Mind".

Its will was clearly conveyed to Shekinah through its silvery-white body.

"It was the final gift from the Age of Gods when they relinquished the status of 'Primate' to humankind."

"They made their own existence the foundation of their Vow to Protection the Future of humanity."

You cannot break it.

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-white Machine God, Sky-Thunder Ship, Zeus, stretched out its other hand, and a pure golden stream of light, as if it were a living thing, shot precisely towards the Star of Calamity, Typhon, which was covered in wounds and was emitting an ominous purple aura not far away.

Optical flow is not a treatment.

Rather, it's about "analysis" and "reconstruction".

Under Pradyumna's astonished gaze, the gruesome wounds on the Star of Calamity's body were not brutally healed, but rather re-"woven" by the data stream within the golden light.

The broken armor was restored, the overloaded circuits were cleared, and the rampant, almost out-of-control concept of Godslaying was calmed and guided by a more rational and Wisdom will.

"Um, are you still able to fight?"

Erice's voice rang out directly in Pradyumna's Cockpit.

The voice was calm and clear, devoid of any superfluous emotion, yet it inspired immense trust.

Pradyumna was taken aback at first, then a relieved smile, full of fighting spirit, appeared on his lips.

She gripped the control stick tightly, feeling an unprecedented sense of security and power emanating from within the machine.

"I couldn't ask for more."

"So, how should we cooperate, sister?" Pradyumna asked crisply.

"Join forces."

Erice gave a more straightforward answer.

"Drag her... down from her throne."

"Absurd!"

Shekinah's will transformed into a raging spiritual surge, sweeping outwards.

Do you really think that this level of alliance, this level of childishness, can shake the 'Kingdom of Heaven' I have built?

Ultimate Great Satan abandoned single-point attacks, which had been proven ineffective.

Its full armor opened in an instant, revealing its inner core array, which shone with a destructive radiance and was as dense as a constellation of stars.

The next moment, it was no longer a single beam of light, but hundreds or even thousands of beams containing different concepts of divine punishment—

The Great Flood, the Fire of Brimstone, the Ten Plagues, the Last Judgment...

Countless spears of light, representing the Wrath of the gods, rained down on the two machines like Torrential Rain!

This is a widespread, unavoidable, saturation attack representing the absolute authority of the "One God"!

"Typhon, attack!"

Erice's instructions were calm and swift.

The Sky-Thunder Ship Zeus responded to the call. Instead of retreating, it took a step forward, and its wings of light suddenly expanded, unfolding a semi-transparent golden energy canopy covering an area of hundreds of kilometers.

That was the "barrier of covenant" composed of countless Age of Gods runes that had just blocked the "annihilation" punch.

Countless divine punishment spears struck the sky, creating ripples, but they could not penetrate it.

The golden canopy calmly absorbed, deflected, and neutralized every attack, like the most solid dam, blocking all of the god's wrath.

Under the protection of this Divinity fortress, a dark purple streak of light, with speed and precision far exceeding that of the previous beams, tore through the gaps in the rain of light.

It is Typhon, the Star of Calamity.

Having broken free from its madness and received tactical guidance and energy support from the Sky-Thunder Ship, the Star of Calamity is no longer merely a calamity, but a "Godslaying spear" imbued with ultimate Wisdom and sharpest edge.

Its movements were no longer futile collisions, but rather precise advances along the weakest point in the divine punishment storm, calculated by Erice.

The dark purple mech drew eerie zigzag lines in the rain of light, each dodge perfectly timed, each charge aimed straight for the core.

It, along with the divine punishment that filled the sky, seemed to have transformed into a ballet of death.

"That's it!"

At this moment, Pradyumna and Erice's wills were perfectly Synchronization.

Pfft--!

With a piercing metallic wail that could tear the soul apart, Typhon Claws, which embodied all the concepts of Godslaying, ruthlessly and without any finesse tore apart the left shoulder of the Ultimate Great Satan.

Dark purple Chaos energy, like the most vicious poison, invaded the body of the Ultimate Great Satan, frantically destroying its internal energy circuits and preventing its regeneration.

A moment of silence.

All sound on the battlefield vanished.

It was a success?

However, the next moment...

The sound emanating from that torn wound was not the mournful cry of a dying organism.

It was Shekinah's laughter.

The laughter carried a mixture of pity and mockery.

"... So that's how it is. Your 'Godslaying' is using 'past' legends to deny the 'present' Deity."

Instead of widening the wound on Ultimate Great Satan, a completely new and pure white light emanated from within.

The light was not simply restorative energy, but rather composed of countless tiny, invisible human prayers.

The Star of Calamity's Godslaying poison, capable of corroding all divinity, melted away like ice and snow the moment it came into contact with these "prayer" prayers.

"However, you seem to have forgotten one thing."

Shekinah's voice was full of composure.

"The power of legends lies in their 'passing down'. And in this era, the 'god' that is most widely sung, most widely Faith, and most widely acknowledged..."

The torn left shoulder of Ultimate Great Satan rapidly reassembled itself in pure white light, becoming as good as new.

"--It's me."

"Your 'Godslaying' is Poison rooted in the ancient love of 'transfer.' My 'divinity,' on the other hand, is an immortal foundation built upon the 'trust' of billions of people today."

Tell me, how can Poison that has long since decayed corrupt a living Temple built of love and Faith?

Before he could finish speaking, the Ultimate Great Satan suddenly opened his arms wide.

What spread out was an invisible, distorted force field.

That wasn't a physical attack, but rather a conceptual "isolation."

It is an absolute law called "loneliness" that is forcibly imposed on reality.

"!"

The tactical link between the Sky-Thunder Ship and the Star of Calamity was instantly and brutally severed by this force.

Pradyumna felt a blur before his eyes, Erice's clear tactical instructions and massive data support all turned into a noisy mess of gibberish.

The two were forcibly dragged into two separate "worlds," forced to face alone the boundless pressure from the "One God."

The tide of battle has turned once again.

The Perfection defensive formation of the Sky-Thunder Ship Zeus showed a slight, almost imperceptible pause.

Its system is fighting against the erosion of the laws that are trying to forcibly "split" the core concept that it is trying to "unite" into.

Having lost its command tower and shield, the Star of Calamity was once again exposed to the Ultimate Great Satan.

The successive heavy blows forced it to retreat repeatedly, and countless new wounds were added to its newly repaired body.

No one won.

No one was defeated.

The battlefield has fallen into a strange, unbreakable balance.

The three 100-meter-tall Machine God, like three unapproachable Star, form an unbreakable triangle.

Ultimate Great Satan demonstrates the absolute power and terrifying adaptability of a "god" capable of simultaneously suppressing two formidable enemies.

The Sky-Thunder Ship, Zeus, calmly engages in a battle of will and logic with the invisible force that acts upon concepts, continuously negating Divine Authority.

Typhon, the Star of Calamity, is like a wounded beast that can never be tamed. Even though he is covered in wounds, the burning flame in his dark purple eyes is still the most primal fire of struggle that never yields.

"Yay! I see... I see."

Outside the distant battle zone, Lilith crushed the last piece of her lollipop and licked her dry lips.

The saying goes, "The bystander sees most of the game."

Lilith was the observer who saw things most clearly at that moment.

Her gaze easily pierced through the turbulent energy currents and the armor of the mechs, reaching the very core of this war—the reality laws constructed by Shekinah's will, known as "Midrash."

When Shekinah used "human Faith" as a shield and the holy light constructed from billions of prayers to easily dissolve Typhon's concept of "Godslaying," which was enough to corrupt divinity, Lilith understood everything.

I've come to understand the "rules" of this world.

Here, the strength of power does not simply depend on the output of energy or the level of one's rank.

In essence, it is a war about "stories".

Whoever can tell a story that is more acceptable to "reality" (i. e., the Midrash Law here), more persuasive, and more irrefutable, is the stronger one.

Shekinah's story is "orthodox".

She appropriated the narrative of the Midrash God, claiming herself to be the Supreme Being and One God embodies the most Faith in modern humanity.

Thus, in this place, Shekinah is the absolute protagonist, the measure of all things, and therefore her power is almost omnipotent.

Erice's story is a "legacy".

She brings together all the Deity were defeated and forgotten in the "orthodox" stories to tell a true history of "the Old Primates Inheritance hope to their beloved humans".

Thus, the Sky-Thunder Ship Zeus was able to resist Shekinah's divine punishment because it represented the "past" itself, which was covered by "orthodoxy".

One is now, the other is in the past.

One is orthodox, the other Heterodox Faith.

Both sides had compelling stories, leading to a stalemate.

A slow, gentle smile curved the corners of Lilith's lips.

She disdained to tell the orthodox stories.

The alliance of Heterodox Faith —that little girl Erice has already gotten there first.

So, what's left?

What stories remain that can be passed down through generations, enough to tear open a new, or even more fatal, fissure in this already solidified battlefield?

The Answer is self-evident.

That is— Heresy.

It wasn't an enemy from the outside, but rather the most vicious cancer cells from within.

It's the kind of "thought" that uses the same classics but can still yield completely opposite and Overturning conclusions.

The best way to destroy a "story" is not to tell a completely unrelated story.

Instead, it uses its own language and its own logic to distort it, pollute it, and ultimately... usurp it.

"Yay! I see... So that's how you play it, Little She."

"Now that you've created the best stage, it's my turn to step onto the stage."

Lilith chuckled softly.

"Since this is a role-playing game about 'gods'..."

She announced softly.