Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"Your wishes are my most loyal sword, and my unquestionable justice follows your every word and deed. My sword was forged solely to protect your order and will never be broken by anything external. It will redeem the weak and kind and bring death to the enemy."

At that time, Seraphim Samyangsa lived with such pure and unwavering faith.

Then, that day came.

God remembered the covenant He had made with Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and Enosh, and that is why He saw Moses.

And Samyangsha naturally went to see Moses.

He had waited for this day for far too long. Finally, he had received the supreme will, and even though he had not learned anything else from God or Moses, he still stubbornly believed it.

The time for the decisive battle has come.

In Sangyangsha's amethyst-like eyes, there was not a trace of gloom, only the burning glory and sacred light.

He raised his arms and rallied an angelic army numbering over one hundred thousand.

They are of different ranks, ranging from the first to the ninth order. There are angels who control fire and angels who summon thunder, but all of them are under the command of this Egyptian king of the heavens. All the angels have become one will and formed an invincible holy army.

He will personally unleash the wrath of God.

He will strike the Nile with his sword, turning the sacred waters into filthy blood in an instant. All the fish in the river will rot, and the entire river will emit a nauseating stench.

Hundreds of millions of frogs will surge from the river of blood onto land, and the dust of all of Egypt will turn into lice that gnaw on flesh and blood. The swarms of flies that blot out the sky will bring plague and panic.

The Egyptians' livestock will fall and rot in droves, and the stubborn pagans will develop itchy, pus-filled rashes.

Hailstorms will destroy every inch of land, countless locust plagues will devour all life on the ground, and darkness will shroud Egypt for three days and three nights, obscuring the sun.

Finally, at midnight on the third day, all the firstborn sons of the Egyptians, and all the firstborn livestock, will die.

Both humans and false gods will know the price of disobedience.

Sang Yangsha had raised his sword high, the tip of which radiated a divine power powerful enough to tear the earth apart.

however--

"You..."

"Why?"

The angel's movements froze.

He saw it all.

In the young pharaoh named Ramses II, the divinity of Amun-Ra, the supreme god of Egypt and the sun god, was solemnly manifested like the sun. The power of that divinity was so ancient and vast that it was enough to rival his full strength at that moment. Moses, who had just finished his friendly conversation with the pharaoh and was about to turn around and lead his people away, also witnessed this amazing scene.

However, the ten calamities that were about to occur, enough to destroy a civilization, were forcibly sealed away in the darkness.

It wasn't that he was defeated by the false gods of Egypt.

The King of Angels didn't even have a chance to fight him.

He, along with the absolute "divine justice" represented by the 100,000 angels behind him, was stopped by God, by the one and only God to whom he served.

A gentle, yet incredibly distant voice echoed in his mind.

"While I wish to wipe away all the tears, I do not intend to eliminate human sorrow. The heart is noble and uncontrollable; once restrained, it becomes like a puppet. Looking at you, and the angels who are like children, makes me feel this even more."

absurd.

Incomprehensible.

I... made a mistake? My "justice," which originated from God's will and was launched to demonstrate God's majesty, was actually wrong? What is justice? What is order? God, tell me!

Intense regret and overwhelming confusion transformed into a heart-wrenching roar that erupted from the archangel's throat.

"Damn it—this order that binds you!"

that moment,

A seed called "self" sprouted in the heart, and a flame called "rebellion" ignited the soul.

The former order-makers of God, whose name means "rebel" in Hebrew, thus fell.

Sang Yangsha pulled himself out of his memories, a cold flame flickering deep within his amethyst-like eyes.

He drank the last of the liquid in his glass in one gulp.

“So,” he said softly, “let’s go, Rahab. Let’s see the stage Azazel has prepared for us, and let’s meet the queen of heaven who has fallen as far as we have.”

.......

Night is an eternal theme in the Pandemonium.

The hall where Satan once held meetings has been opened once more tonight.

Apart from the somewhat dim-witted Frost Giant Lucifero and the mysterious "Ultimate Satan," almost all the Satans were present.

Satans can all be associated with the symbol of "dragon" to some extent, but their final manifestations are all different.

Samyansha, Azazel, and the "Paradise Lost Satan" who is always shrouded in deep shadows, mostly appear in the form of fallen angels, retaining their former glory and majesty. But those who take the form of a "dragon" and fully display that primal nature are Rahab and another being—Draco.

Perhaps due to the fundamental principle of like repels like, Draco and Rahab have always had a strained relationship, and every time they meet, a verbal battle is inevitable.

At this moment, Draco was lazily sprawled on her throne, with seven "monsters" of various poses standing beside her. Normally, the Satans rarely saw the monsters appear with Draco.

"Heh, you whore from Rome! Do you think this is a place where you can just show off?" Seeing Draco surrounded by a bunch of magical beasts, Rahab inexplicably became furious. "Believe me or not, I'll twist all those posing little pets of yours off right now, along with your tail, and kick them around like balls!"

"Oh dear, I'm so scared," Draco sighed dramatically. "But all talk and no action is the mark of a weakling. All you've got left is your talk. After all, you were defeated by Shejina, so you must be pretty exhausted now, right?"

The demonic beasts beside him simultaneously let out threatening growls, their imposing presence clearly overwhelming Rahab.

Just as the two were about to clash, a figure wearing a giant goat helmet appeared silently at the entrance of the hall.

Azazel.

He ignored the two female dragons who seemed to dislike each other, and simply scanned the group with his eyes, which were obscured by the shadow of his helmet.

“Everyone’s here.” Azazel’s voice was dry and cold. “I’ve already notified Shekina in the name of the meeting. She will come. I’ve also set a restriction on this door, which is a no-turn-out rule. Once you step in, unless I lift it, not even a god can leave within three minutes.”

He paused for a moment, as if to make sure everyone had heard him.

"Ultimate Satan and Lucifero were not notified. There was no need to notify the former. As for the latter... even if they were notified, they wouldn't understand the deeper meaning."

Having finished his explanation, Azazel added one last sentence in his monotone voice.

"After dealing with Shejina, I have something even more important to announce to you all."

Having said that, he didn't look at anyone else, but pushed open the door in front of him, which was carved with scenes of hell, and went inside.

The Satans looked at each other, but ultimately suppressed their thoughts and filed in.

However, when they stepped into that space that had been sealed off by the ban, everyone was stunned.

In the center of the spacious room stood not only their target—Shejina—but also a figure as massive as a mountain, radiating a terrifying aura.

Ultimate Satan!

Why is he here? !

Alarm bells rang in the hearts of all the Satans. They were completely unaware that this oldest and most powerful Satan was actually just a creation of Shejina.

Azazel wore a helmet, so no one could see his expression.

But being an archangel, he reacted extremely quickly, activating the backup plan almost instantly upon seeing the ultimate Satan.

"Gentlemen," Azazel began casually, as if everything before him was part of the plan, "I have gathered you all here today to discuss our next move. It is about how... to get closer to God."

He began to recount at length an elaborate and grand plan for the counterattack on Paradise.

Shejina stood quietly in the center, smiling and listening attentively, occasionally nodding in agreement.

Listen, listen, until Azazel finishes speaking the last word.

A brief silence fell over the room.

Then, Shejina clapped her hands gently.

“A brilliant plan, Azazel. The logic is sound, the prospects are enticing, it almost makes me want to join in. So…” Shejina tilted her head, revealing an innocent expression, her voice incredibly gentle, “So… oh, by the way, when will you… come to kill me again next time?”

One sentence shattered the silence.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Can you hear me? Or have your ears, like your courage, withered away?" Shejina's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it, only pure malice and mockery. "Your past, present, and future, your entire purpose in existence, is to bring me and him joy. I want you to live, so you should live. The decision is in my hands."

Her gaze swept over all the Satans present, as if she were looking at a group of caged playthings.

"Therefore, I am stronger. What, are you scared? Are you afraid?"

Shejina let out a series of silvery laughs, which echoed in the enclosed space and sounded particularly jarring.

"Don't worry. I'm actually looking forward to seeing you all display a strength that even I can't imagine, and then letting me taste the joy of slaughter."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

On Shejina's face, only endless hatred and resentment remained.

Those eyes, reflecting the entire glory of heaven, held only mad anger and jealousy, like a destructive fire burning repeatedly. The rest of the soul had long been burned to ashes by this flame, or perhaps it never existed in the first place.

“However,” she concluded with utter contempt, as if she were judging a pile of garbage, “that’s all you’re capable of.”

"As expected, Shekina."

Azazel finally spoke, his voice tinged with weariness and a hint of understanding.

"At this moment, you should no longer appear before God, nor are you worthy to do so."

"Okay, I feel the same way."

Shejina seemed to have something on her mind, and suddenly murmured to herself, as if she wanted to engrave these words in her heart.

She lowered her head, seemingly examining her hands.

Yes, mistakes must be corrected.

When she raised her head again, her face revealed an almost holy, martyr-like expression of pride.

“But Azazel, although this is just my personal opinion, ‘love’ can generate an incredibly powerful force that even surpasses all reason. That’s why I’ve persisted until now. I love him the most, I revere him as my father, and this is my own choice.”

His voice was strong and resolute, filled with unquestionable determination and composure.

“I am proud of this, and this fact is absolutely true. I am delighted to be who I am today, and I offer my deepest gratitude and respect to all the past that has made me who I am today.”

His gaze sharpened, fixed directly on Azazel.

"Therefore, if you want to label my love and my current existence as 'evil,' then so be it. I also know that a rigid person like you, who pursues absolute order, cannot tolerate even a grain of sand or a trace of so-called 'evil,' and that is precisely the root cause of your downfall."

Shejina's gaze, filled with extreme pressure, finally landed on Draco, who had maintained a vigilant posture.

The previous pride and composure were instantly replaced by a burning, tangible anger and jealousy that was almost boiling over.

"However, now, there is an extremely ugly, extremely obnoxious, and extremely incomprehensible existence in front of me. Ahhh, I can't wait any longer!"

Shejina's tone became incredibly agitated, and that terrifying killing intent permeated the air as if it were tangible, causing the surrounding space to groan under its strain.

“I can’t wait any longer. Right now, right here, I’ll kill you, Draco.”

"...As if I were some nobody you could crush with a flick of your wrist."

Draco narrowed his magnificent golden dragon eyes and answered coldly.

The demonic beasts around her also prepared themselves, unleashing hostile and threatening roars at Shejina. Among them, the lewd Lukesuria even spoke directly:

"Our master may sometimes seem like a useless piece of trash, but with us around, he won't die so easily."

"Yes, it doesn't feel as good as Melusin."

"Let's see who can put pressure on this."

"Huh? You guys have some nerve, daring to talk about me like that to my face!"

Shekina laughed at this, a truly radiant laugh.

"That's exactly right."

The moment the words fell.

The sky collapsed.

An indescribable, pure "Honkai" power, like a black river bursting its banks, crashed down from the non-existent sky.

Accompanied by violent upheavals powerful enough to shake the very foundations of hell, all the scenery before our eyes began to twist, stretch, and eventually collapse completely.

The colossal body of Ultimate Satan, so immense it obscured everything, finally moved.

That was merely a gaze directed at Draco, carrying an absolute power to erase all concepts and existence, ignoring the distance of space and time, and striking towards Draco.

However, in the next second.