Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

In that moment of silence, countless plants sprouted from the overwhelming flames, as if endless vegetation, protected by the vibrant colors of a rainbow, ignored the flames and continued to spread in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the black sun summoned by the smoke mirror with lightning speed.

In the second second, the Holy Throne appeared beneath Metatron.

That should be something only the highest being can sit upon, and once seated on top, Metatron can rewrite the configuration of planets and galaxies at will, and manipulate the structure of all things according to his imagination.

As such, she is not only a manifestation of magic, but also erases the probabilistic meaning that things themselves represent.

In Aztec mythology, the smoke mirror would undoubtedly have this ability, but at this moment, the difference is still too great.

The third second,

"Although it's quite troublesome, let's be a little more serious about it."

Metatron, seated on her throne, sighed. Countless magical matrices, like intricate arrays, appeared on her body, intersecting, overlapping, and converging into a vast and profound mysterious structure, as numerous as the stars in the sky.

Then, she seemed to lightly swing the gavel in her hand as she leaped into the air.

Her movements were light, but her speed and sharpness were not particularly amazing, and even the execution of her moves could not be described as divine; it was merely like a light jump.

however,

In the space she traversed, the world, or rather the 'Texture' covering the planet as its surface appearance, was suddenly ripped open, revealing numerous white wings that covered the heavens and the earth, and pairs of eyes emerging from the cracks.

In total, it has 365,000 eyes and 72 pairs of wings.

Fourth second,

Within the hundreds of thousands of eyes staring directly at the smoke mirrors and his true form, countless magical powers surged, radiating a dazzling crimson and silver brilliance.

The divine power descended from heaven to earth, enveloping the smoke mirror in a completely enveloping manner.

Like a laser weapon, it seemed to use a giant lens to focus sunlight and burn tiny insects to ashes; the dazzling waves of hundreds of thousands of beams embodied an overwhelming divine glory.

However, for those enduring the smoke and fog, even the word "despair" is insufficient to describe it.

But the people at the scene had nowhere to escape; in terms of sheer density, no one could avoid it.

The fifth second,

"Prepare for the most supreme human sacrifice."

Echoing the words of the Smoke Mirror, the sacrificial staff in his hand burst forth with black light. Although it lasted only for a brief moment, it was the power that had utterly destroyed the First Sun Age in mythology.

So it's understandable that he destroyed the vegetation that was swallowing the black sun.

Black light swept across the surface of the black sun, tearing Metatron's radiance into fragments. Such divine power was only to be expected of the Smoke Mirror.

"I've told you before, I don't like fighting you."

Metatron's sigh sounded like that of a child worrying about what to eat for dinner.

"After all, getting blood on one's head is very troublesome for the Holy See."

"Oh, could this be a declaration of surrender?"

The sixth second arrived,

"Do not."

Metatron slowly shook his head, then revealed a cold expression, "There is a world of difference between us, and I will tell you that now."

In an instant, Smoke Mirror appeared above Metatron, holding a sacrificial staff.

Metatron looked up in response.

"I am everything in the world now, I am the center of the world."

The blade of the murderous sword awaited her, closing in on her head, but Metatron paid no heed.

Defense and avoidance are impossible for gods; as long as one remains a minor god, this will remain true.

She only needs to do it once to utterly destroy the other party.

"But I also admit that you are difficult to kill, and your sun has no need to change its fate of being delayed in death, right?"

From a third-person perspective, the smoke mirror above him, though he didn't jump away, made him feel as if he were imprisoned by something.

Then he saw floating around Metatron... yes, it was a spirit core, and a beating heart that represented proof of life.

Meanwhile, behind the smoke mirror, the black sun completely collapsed.

This also means that his original plan to use this power to change the laws has failed, and when the Black Sun can no longer act as the sun, the First Sun will lose its divinity and become an ordinary 'human'.

Just as the seventh second was about to arrive, and Metatron was about to destroy the spirit core and heart, Metatron instinctively trembled—

The crown developed a crack.

Was that momentary daze enough to put Metatron in a desperate situation...?

In fact, the light of the Holy See engulfed everything like a tidal wave, knocking away the smoke mirror.

"......"

In the fleeting silence, Metatron's expression twitched, and his hands, resting on his knees, pinched the hem of the angel's dress, creating unsightly wrinkles.

His face looked extremely pale.

Metatron simply couldn't understand who had led the angels to so resolutely abandon their calls for the crown.

Those are... trillions of angels that even she couldn't say she could defeat...

Is it El?

Impossible. That ugly fellow usurped the Old Testament by relying on ambiguity; he has absolutely no right to do so.

Is it another archangel?

Michael is a possibility, but if he manifests, I will certainly be able to sense it.

...Gabriel? Or one of the other seven archangels? But what's the reason for his intervention?

It is only natural to eliminate heretical gods.

In contrast, since the Lord has allowed El to act this way, what's wrong with openly calling Himself "Lesser Jehovah" at this moment? And what about those who resemble God?

In this era and at this point in time, only I have appeared. Doesn't this prove that the Lord has agreed to this?

Unfortunately, the answer is no.

Metatron thought there was only one crack in the crown, but then she saw something incredible.

The crown on her head shattered with a crash.

........

So, let's turn our attention to the battlefield on the other side.

"You are the realm I aspire to!"

El, who was wildly swinging his fists, was still expanding his body, or more accurately, he was being trained into something with higher density and higher purity.

His strength was constantly increasing, so as not to be torn apart by the violent divine dimensions surging forth from the seized Old Testament authority. Such muscles became an extraordinary armor, and the energy within him, comparable to the collision of hundreds of planets, swirling like a vortex, was the best proof of this.

To Novia, who was fighting him, El was a burly man standing five meters tall... except that his face still looked like that of an old man.

It goes without saying that El had no intention of changing his appearance; he did all that just to defeat Novia.

From Canaan to the present day, from the distant age of gods to the human world, this is the reason why the Venerable One, who has been eternally present in Canaan, has devised so many schemes.

This might be a feeling called longing.

But perhaps it is precisely because he acknowledges that El is stronger than himself that he acts this way.

I want to catch up with you, I want to surpass you, all other thoughts are unnecessary, all of them must be discarded.

A tremendous roar and shockwave erupted, fists whistled, and ultra-high-density forces, capable of shattering planets, collided with each other continuously.

Novia blocked and parried with her fist, then launched a counterattack with fluid movements, striking El's neck in return.

Although it wasn't killed instantly, it was still halfway in, causing it to spit out a lot of blood.

It wasn't that El didn't stop, but immediately regained his footing and attacked again; it looked like a suicidal attack born of desperation.

This seemingly simple battle, even though it contains many distorted laws of cause and effect, would look incredibly simple if it weren't for the surrounding space collapsing like the universe.

In theory, Novia shouldn't have been entangled with El for so long, even though El reacted in the split second before the attack, but compared to all the enemies Novia had encountered in the past, it wasn't that his size was particularly unique.

In fact, Novia is not using any power at all, or more accurately, she is not using her previous power.

In other words, he was using a power that felt almost instinctive to him—

From the Old Testament that El usurped.

As a result, the situation of the battle also changed drastically.

".......Um?"

When El noticed it, although he could hardly explain it, the feel was clearly different from before.

It didn't feel like a real fight at all.

A concept? A divine body? No, that's not right. This is a more vague, but absolutely unshakeable 'concept'—

Therefore,

During the fierce fight, Novia suddenly retreated to dodge the wind from the punch that swept past him. He extended one hand and closed his eyes at the same time.

"I won't say I'm disappointed. Thanks to you, I feel like I've stumbled upon something abandoned. Even though it's just a temporary interest, at least I'm having a lot of fun right now."

This caused a surge of anxiety in El's heart.

"Is this just something you play around with?"

"My name is Novia."

Upon hearing that clear voice, a wave of tension surged through El's body. Ignoring the question, the self-introduction was not a conversation at all; it was as if the answer itself was a force that would crush the questioner.

Then,

For a moment, everything was silent.

The world was plunged into darkness.

Darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness—from the sudden, endless darkness, an unprecedented light burst forth.

In a terrifying silence unlike anything El had ever experienced, a deafening roar, as if the world were about to end, brewed, lasting for a fleeting moment that defies description—

Novia's blue eyes are now slowly reopening, and those azure pupils hold absolute arrogance and self-respect.

Seeing Novia's imposing appearance, El's eyes sparkled with joy. After casually turning his arm around once, he smiled amiably.

Therefore, no further explanation is needed.

As the glorious roar resounded throughout the world, El launched his attack. The lightning, which shimmered with blue and purple light, surpassed all the energy generated by lightning throughout the history of this planet. Even if the Age of Gods still existed, the fifth-order giant god who had almost destroyed everything might be destroyed by this attack.

Moreover, this is just the aftermath.

It is precisely because he is the omniscient and omnipotent God recorded in the Old Testament that he has the will to overturn the cause and effect of physical phenomena.

The idea that a deity is inferior to other gods because there are no real, mysterious records of it doesn't hold true in the world of magic.

Angels are vessels that contain power, born from human mythology about angels.

The origin of the angel myth, the Lord of the angels, is naturally the strongest power, the ultimate strongest.

Its journey was a long one, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood beneath its feet. Its body was stained with the resentment and curses of the dead gods, but above all, there was the glorious radiance of humanity and itself.

The punch that El threw, imbued with the authority of the 'God of the Old Testament,' possessed the strongest power to date, its terrifying nature increasing exponentially.

only,

His greatest strength, his pride, was met head-on by Novia.

A surge of light.

Light descended upon this place.

A sacred aura rose from the ground, and a desolate wave surged and swept across the land, transforming into a tidal wave that soared into the sky and rushed in all directions.

It was unbelievable that the silver-haired man stood there without backing down.

El's power is unpredictable, so taking a step back is perfectly normal.

However, he did not back down, or rather, he himself, his heart, would never yield to anyone.

"El, you have many reasons for this failure, but there's only one crucial one—"