I let the genie out of the bottle

"Metatron, you really know how to make me happy."

The girl named Saint spoke, her laughter ringing out like silver bells, like a cool breeze blowing through a summer night, with the faint chirping of insects.

If it were a human girl, she would likely feel shy in the face of this answer. While the disobedient god of the previous world might have been a little weaker in this regard, the difference was not significant.

Even the angels, demons, and fallen angels in this world, apart from the saints, or the gods outside the biblical system, all share similar personalities, only a few may be a little weaker.

However, the biblical Goddess before him was different. In fact, her personality was closer to the biblical description.

I am who I am and who always exist.

This statement is how the Lord described Himself in the Bible, and this can also be reflected in one's character.

The God of this world's Bible doesn't seem to have reached that level. However, in terms of personality, they seem to be quite similar.

She has her own emotions, so her emotions are absolutely different from those of humans.

Therefore, the power of her worldview truly played a significant role in Lu Ye winning her favor.

Lu Ye sighed inwardly.

He then glanced around, surveying the village that had long since become ruins.

The place they had planned to rest at was looted and burned to the ground.

Although he didn't care, Lu Ye didn't intend to linger in the village, which was littered with corpses and burned to the ground.

"It seems we won't be able to rest here tonight. In that case, let's set off together and continue to leave our mark on this land, shall we?"

As Lu Ye spoke, he clasped one hand with Sheng's and walked directly out of the village.

Well, he showed no intention of waiting for Saint's reply.

Because he already had a basic understanding of Saint's personality and his feelings for him.

Although they had only just met, and Sheng didn't have a particularly strong liking for her, she was already convinced that Lu Ye would be her greatest love in the future.

Therefore, even now, she takes this into account when acting, showing more leniency towards Lu Ye than she currently feels for him.

“Okay, then, next, I will give you the experience of walking with God.”

Saint's eyes shone with a gentle light as he nodded and spoke.

If it were someone else, they might feel that Lu Ye ignored their opinion and took action before they could even respond, thus harboring resentment. This is an unavoidable consideration in human affairs; even if one is fully aware of the situation, a formality is still necessary.

However, her way of thinking is extremely straightforward and efficient.

Since Lu Ye already knows that he won't refuse, then they can just start taking action directly, and there's absolutely no need to waste time going through the motions.

Is this what is meant by "justification by faith"?

As Lu Ye walked out of the ruined village with Saint's hands clasped in an intimate gesture, he thought to himself.

Despite being the supreme leader of the heavenly realm and amidst tensions among the three factions within the biblical system, Saint appears surprisingly relaxed.

Even in heaven, unless something is extremely important, most matters are handled by angels like Michael and Gabriel. The actual need for a saint to make a decision is very rare.

Moreover, even if friction occurs, Saint generally does not appear on the battlefield as a combat force; more often, he serves only as a final deterrent.

Otherwise, if she wanted to, she could probably end the war between the three parties in a short period of time.

After all, according to the Saint, whether it was the various demon kings among the demon race or the highest leaders among the fallen angels, in terms of strength, they were only at the "Great Lord" level, the same level as Michael and others in the heavenly realm.

Daejun means prince or ruler.

In the heavens, besides the four archangels Michael, Gabriel, Uri, and Raphael, there are only a few others who possess such power.

Of course, the title "Great Lord" only applies to those in the celestial realm and among fallen angels. Among the demon race, this rank is called "Demon King," and those who possess this power include not only the four Demon Kings but also some leaders of the seventy-two lineages.

However, in Saint's eyes, these so-called strong people were at least two levels below her and were completely insignificant.

Unfortunately, she had her own concerns and found it difficult to personally deal with these fallen angels and demons.

Although she said that, Sheng didn't mean she needed Lu Ye's help. For her, this was something she had already decided to do herself.

Given this, Lu Ye naturally wouldn't do something that wouldn't be rewarded.

Chapter Seventeen Shiva: Lu Ye and the Holy God? What is that?

“Boom, boom, boom, boom—!”

After a series of booming sounds, Methuselah slowly withdrew his hand, leaving behind only a huge chasm and a few messy black feathers.

Although she still had a blank expression, she exuded a slightly cheerful aura.

Then, she turned around and looked at Lu Ye, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Great, Methuselah.” Lu Ye naturally understood her thoughts and immediately patted her head gently, speaking softly.

"Hmm." The mechanical girl gave a soft "hmm," nodding slightly with feigned composure, appearing completely unconcerned.

However, several broken wires behind them were twisting uncontrollably in the air, their ends shimmering with faint sparkles.

"Thank you very much."

At this moment, a ten-winged angel who had been standing there dumbfounded finally came to his senses and hurriedly looked at Lu Ye and the others, thanking them repeatedly.

This poor and weak ten-winged angel had previously discovered a group of fallen angels tempting and slaughtering humanity.

As an angel, he naturally could not tolerate such a thing and immediately decided to make those fallen angels pay the price.

Unexpectedly, this was a trap set by the enemy to lure out the angels. He fell into the enemy's trap and nearly perished here.

Fortunately, Lu Ye and his group happened to be passing by and rescued him.

"Thank you all. This must be the Lord's protection that allowed me to meet you." The ten-winged angel who had escaped death bowed respectfully to Lu Ye and the others, his face showing a mixture of respect and gratitude.

Upon hearing this, Lu Ye subconsciously looked at the blonde girl beside him.

Noticing Lu Ye's gaze, Sheng blinked silently, a slightly innocent smile appearing on his face.

I don't think I really have any.

These angels and such, whenever something good happens, they say it's a gift from the Lord.

Lu Ye had encountered angels many times during his journey. Whenever this happened, the angel would say, "Thank you for your protection," and Lu Ye would feel a little uneasy looking at the saint beside him.

These angels probably never imagined that the obedient blonde girl who followed Lu Ye so affectionately was the master they worshipped.

“It’s alright. Under the glory of the Lord, it is only natural for us to help each other.” Lu Ye said casually, then asked the angel in front of him, “If you are truly grateful to us, please tell us what lies ahead. I am about to go there to take a look, so please tell me about the situation there in advance.”

“Righteous man, for the sake of the Lord, please stop for a while.”

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Lu Ye's words, the angel's expression changed immediately, and he repeatedly tried to dissuade him.

"Oh?" A look of interest appeared on Lu Ye's face.

At this moment, in order to make the journey more interesting, he temporarily controlled many of his abilities.

Not only him, but even the saint was the same, just like a mortal, measuring the world on foot with Lu Ye.

Otherwise, there would have been no need for these two to ask others about the situation ahead.

"Ahead, near the place where hateful pagan idols are worshipped," the ten-winged angel hurriedly explained, trying to dissuade Lu Ye from going to investigate. "There are powerful beings there whose strength surpasses ours. Perhaps only Lord Michael or the might of God can subdue them."

In the Bible, only the Lord is honored as God; all other pagan gods are merely idols made of wood and stone.

So that's how it is; it's actually the territory of other mythologies.

Lu Ye nodded slightly, immediately understanding.

Although the Bible system possesses the most extensive territory of all mythologies in the world, it does not mean that other mythologies have no place to exist.

Moreover, those powerful figures in mythology, while not comparable to saints, were still quite formidable.

"Do you know what the idols worshipped by those heretics who blaspheme the light of God are called?" Lu Ye asked with a smile of interest.

Having lingered on this land for so long, he had never had the chance to meet anyone who was even slightly stronger.

In fact, he had never encountered an opponent who could truly force Methuselah to use his full potential.

"That is an idol that is said to be able to destroy the world and possesses extremely powerful strength. Righteous man, if you wish to go, you can wait until Lord Michael arrives." The ten-winged angel sensed something was wrong when he saw that Lu Ye seemed to have taken an interest in the so-called heretical god, and quickly dissuaded him, "Moreover, righteous man, it would be too dangerous for you to go with your wife."

Upon hearing the term "wife," Lu Ye squeezed Sheng's soft little hand and shook his head slightly.

"There's no need to wait for that Michael guy anymore; my power is already enough to protect myself."

After saying this, he ignored the angels behind him and walked straight ahead.

"Oh, righteous man—"

The angel behind him stretched out a hand towards Lu Ye's back, her face full of helplessness.

If it were someone else, perhaps they would have let it go. The key is that this so-called "righteous man" seems to have such strong faith and is deeply loved by God, so naturally he can't just ignore it.

At the same time, given his strength, he simply couldn't force the other party to stay.

Thinking of this, he sighed and took out a smooth feather from his pocket.

"Lord Michael—" the ten-winged angel said in a somewhat heavy tone.

This feather belongs to Michael, the most powerful angel in heaven, and he is using it as a means of communication.

Given this situation, it's likely that only the Lord himself or this most powerful angel would intervene.

On the other side, Lu Ye had already approached the boundary of the biblical mythological forces.

Although it is called a border, it can actually be said that it is no longer under the jurisdiction of any of the three parties in the biblical system.

After all, with the three races of angels, demons, and fallen angels in such a tense situation, they simply didn't have the extra power to control the vast territory that should rightfully belong to their own side.

Or rather, the reason why the biblical mythological forces can possess such a vast territory is not due to any of the three races, but entirely due to the extraordinary power of the biblical goddess. Apart from the two dragon gods who have always stayed outside the world, and 666 who may appear in the future, there is simply no one who can rival her.

Moreover, according to Saint, it's difficult to determine her strength compared to the two dragon gods. However, if she truly desires victory, it's not impossible for her to achieve it.

"Ah, what a coincidence." A young man's voice came from afar. "I issued a challenge a long time ago, but no one responded. I didn't expect that just when I was about to go and fight them in person, a worthy opponent had already come knocking on my door."

As he spoke, his gaze skipped over Lu Ye and Sheng and landed on the mechanical girl who was clearly not weak.

Chapter 18 My Daughter is a Fierce Protector of Her Father

"Hey, you seem pretty strong."

The person who walked slowly forward was a boy who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, with black hair that had a slight bluish tint. Although he had regular features and a handsome appearance, his attire ruined the serene beauty of his appearance.

His neck was bluish-black, with a black cobra coiled around it. He wore simple clothes made of animal skins, and his whole body exuded a fierce and savage aura.

Shiva, the most powerful being in Hindu mythology, is known as the god of destruction. He is said to rank second among all the gods in the world, only after the God of the Bible.

Shiva approached step by step, exuding a powerful aura, a strange yet pleased smile on his face. His eyes, blazing with fighting spirit and seemingly wreathed in flames of destruction, fixed on his chosen opponent.

His intuition as a god of destruction, along with his long-standing pursuit of powerful enemies, led him to believe that the strange, metallic-looking fellow was an opponent on the same level as him.

"Originally, I wanted to challenge that guy, the God of the Bible. But I haven't received a reply, so I decided to go and fight him myself." The God of Destruction, who looked like a handsome young man, had a pleasant smile on his face. He slowly raised one hand, and the aura on his body that seemed to want to destroy everything became more and more intense. "I didn't expect that I would find another powerful enemy worthy of fighting as soon as I set off."

Methuselah, his chosen opponent, did not react at all. She simply stood silently behind Lu Ye, her expression somewhat blank, without uttering a word.

"Shiva, the Hindu god of destruction?" Lu Ye held one of Sheng's hands and stood in front of Methuselah, looking at the spirited Shiva with a somewhat inexplicable expression.

“Indeed, it seems that even humans in the realm of the Bible have heard of my name.” Shiva stopped and looked at Lu Ye with haughty eyes, a hint of inquiry in his gaze, but he quickly lost interest.

"Is this the legendary system developed by the God of the Bible, capable of granting power to humanity? It certainly has its merits in granting such power. However, before me, a great god, it is utterly insignificant. Step aside, mortal!"

The warlike God of Destruction sternly rebuked the two mortals who were blocking his way.

Of the two before him, one was merely of average ability, seemingly possessing power through his devout faith and the system of the biblical God. That power was astonishing by mortal standards, but to a powerful being like Shiva, it was utterly insignificant.

As for the other one, the frail blonde woman, Shiva didn't even bother to glance at her.

Even the black cobra coiled around his neck slowly extended its body, flicking its long tongue and hissing menacingly at Lu Ye.

Lu Ye silently turned around and glanced at the mechanical girl behind him.

His indifferent face remained unchanged, but his entire being exuded an aura of "unhappiness".

Through his spiritual connection with Methuselah, Lu Ye could clearly sense that his mechanical daughter's mood index was rapidly declining.

“In that case—” Lu Ye took Saint’s hand and slowly stepped aside, “Methuselah, let me admire your heroic fighting spirit for a moment.”

Since he was bored at the moment, it wouldn't hurt to let Methuselah test his power. As a creation made using his own worldview, even if her body was destroyed, Lu Ye could make her reappear from his worldview.

"Yes, my Father."

The mechanical girl responded softly, and slowly extended a hand, immediately unleashing countless dazzling missiles that hurtled towards Shiva on the opposite side.