Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Her cheek pressed tightly against Novia's chest, her nostrils filled with Novia's unique scent that made her feel incredibly safe.

Close your eyes, and greedily use all your senses to depict and remember his existence—

His body temperature, his heartbeat, the faint, intoxicating aura emanating from him.

All of this was the most wonderful treasure in the world to Epsilon.

"Brother, brother! Ip missed you so much!" She snuggled against him, tilting her little face up to look at him with expectant blue eyes. "Look, Ip won! Ip defeated that stupid dragon and came to see you first! So, hurry up... hurry up and praise Ip, okay?"

"that......"

Although she had anticipated this the moment the Fruit of Impermanence was activated, Novia still felt a subtle unease when Typhon actually appeared before her as the new individual 'Epsilon'.

younger sister.

There have always been only Abigail and Miyu, but now it seems there's another one.

He paused for a moment, gently patted Ipsilon's head, and then gave the order in a calm tone.

“Epsilon, go to the space where Lilith and Shekina are now.” Novia paused, then materialized the 'concept costume' she had prepared beforehand and draped it over the girl’s body. “Wear this ‘Saint-Defen’.”

After all, besides being Metatron's sister, Saint von is also an angel who engages in an endless battle with Samael (Lilith), much like Michael against Satan, thus enhancing her power.

In that instant, the ecstasy in Ipsilon's heart erupted like a volcano, almost bursting her small body apart.

Entrustment.

A request from her brother, made only to Ip.

This means that in her brother's heart, Ip is special, useful, and someone who can help her brother overcome all difficulties when he needs her.

Nothing proves Ip's worth more than this.

"Yes, brother!"

Epsilon puffed out her small chest and answered in the most energetic and trusting voice she could muster, her pure white Saint-Defen gown radiating a soft and divine light on the dragon girl.

"Will Ip finish his mission immediately and come back to be with you right away?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ipsilon tiptoed and, with lightning speed, left a brief but moist kiss on Novia's lips, a gesture that seemed to assert his dominance.

then,

Without hesitation, he turned around and plunged himself into the space behind him.

Before his figure completely disappeared, Epsilon turned back and smiled, silently mouthing a promise to his only brother, Novia.

—Wait for me to come back, brother?

I have an exam coming up, so I need to take a day off.

As mentioned, take a day off.

However, it should be finished within this month.

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585: Endless Typhon, come out! (7.k)

A world built upon 'emptiness' and constructed from 'jealousy' is being quietly eroded.

It was neither the rendering of colors nor the proliferation of matter.

It is a negation above 'nothingness'.

It starts from a single point, then splits, multiplies, and spreads.

It was a purer darkness than the void constructed by Shejina, an absolute negation that even swallowed the concept of "non-existence" itself.

Born from the void, yet independent of Shejina's control.

Like ink dripping onto a pure white canvas, it is initially barely visible, but in an instant it spreads and transforms into patches of varying sizes and increasing in number. The speed at which it switches and changes is so fast that it exceeds the limits of what the eye can capture, almost turning half the space into its own domain.

"........."

Lilith involuntarily held her breath.

Epsilon, who was standing nearby, was the source of all this.

That petite body was radiating a domineering will that was enough to rival the master of this place.

however,

Despite being the target of all this, Shejina remained calm and composed.

She remained standing there, her face, which resembled Lilith's, showing no emotion whatsoever.

His gaze passed over the wildly dancing black dots and calmly landed on the blue-haired girl in the Saint-Defen dress opposite him, who had started all of this.

This is not simply a mistake.

This was a gift from a girl named Ipsilon—no, it should be said, a being bearing the name 'Saint Defen'—to Shekina.

"very good."

The former queen of pop, now a jealous woman, finally let out a sigh from her tightly closed lips.

"Suddenly, it became interesting."

There was no panic or anger in his voice.

As Shekina walked alone on her journey of exile like a bride, Saint Defence was always by her side, draping her in protective garments with the light of prayer, until she returned to the embrace of the Holy Bridegroom (that is, God Himself).

This is a record from the Book of Radiance.

It is also the source of everything.

At this moment, the two, who should have been cooperating, are standing here as enemies.

Shejina's power stems from the millennia-long tradition and faith in her mythology. She embraced all of this to become the 'God of Midrash,' but this also became her greatest constraint. In those ancient texts, in the Assumption of Isaiah, the one who guards her presence within the shrine of light is none other than Saint Defen, wielding a flaming sword. In the Talmud, Saint Defen also protects the prayers of mortals.

The Ascension of Isaiah: When the prophet Isaiah passed through the seventh heaven, he saw Shejina sitting in a curtain of light, with St. Defen holding a flaming sword guarding her door.

The Talmud Prayer Scroll states: When three people study the Torah together, Shejina is in the middle; when the congregation prays, Saint Defen stands on their right, protecting the prayers so that they may reach the ears of God.

Myth binds the two together, making Saint-Defen the most troublesome problem for Shejina, and this connection gives Ipsilon the right to threaten Shejina.

But it's just a qualification.

Shejina does not have the word 'fear', nor has she ever experienced the emotion 'worry'.

She is already Midrash God.

It is the embodiment of human beliefs, the absolute law of this place.

So what is there to fear?

“Your foundation is Typhon, the progenitor of Greece.”

Shejina's voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.

"Even if you're wearing the 'Saint-Defen' gown, so what? What makes you think you can defeat me? What makes you so confident you can win? What are your units and benchmarks of confidence? All of this is so vague. Tell me clearly. In which legend is there any record of you defeating me?"

How powerful are you right now? How far does your influence extend? How widely is it being sung? How deep is the faith involved? Tell me, what is the effect, scope, reach, and depth of faith of the 'miracle' you can cause right now...? This is so strange, I'm incredibly curious.

Finally, Shejina concluded her remarks with a simple and understated summary.

"Hey, Saint-Defen Ipsilon, what exactly gives you your confidence?"

Faced with this divine interrogation, Epsilon responded with a sigh filled with disappointment.

"Ugh......."

The blue-haired girl gently shook her head, and in her clear, sky-like eyes, an undisguised annoyance surfaced.

"It seems you still don't understand anything. What a waste of time..."

Ipsilon had neither the time nor the interest to play these pointless verbal games with this woman.

—Brother? He's waiting for me.

That's it.

This idea was the sole reason for Epsilon's actions, the sole core of his will.

"Since that's the case..."

The girl slowly raised her slender, fair right hand, her palm facing the sky eroded by dark spots.

There was no massive flow of magic power, nor any terrifying fluctuations of killing intent.

Only with an absolute will to return to her brother's side as soon as possible.

"...Let Ip help you 'finish' this—"

That moment.

A light called 'violence' has descended.

"The True Body Unfolds - Typhon Sainte-Defen".

The earth roared, though there was no earth here; space wailed, though there was no physical entity here.

Something so vast that it defies description is forcibly squeezing into this reality from the dimension of concepts.

The massive mechanical arm, covered in jagged spikes, tore through the void first. Red, black, and gold hues intertwined on it—the colors of dragons and divine authority. Next came the entire body, its base constructed of dark red and cold black, exuding power with its armor and streamlined form. It fused vivid biological features with cold mechanical aesthetics in an unprecedented way.

A mutated mechanical dragon.

The true body Typhon, from the dimension of concept, squeezed into this reality and thus manifested itself.

Its height was ultimately set at three thousand meters, the same height as the true bodies of the gods of Atlantis (Greek), a divine standard sufficient to overlook everything in the mortal world.

Theoretically speaking, Typhon is the wreckage of the Titan ships destroyed by Zeus in the Titanomachy. Only a portion of Typhon ended up on Earth, so at most he could only be comparable to Zeus, who had lost his true form after the Titanomachy. In any case, his true form could not possibly reach the level of being comparable to the true forms of the gods... right?

Not entirely.

Because as an alien fleet, the series used for resupply was the Titan series, which was destroyed by Zeus for the sake of Earth. However, as the wreckage of the Titan series ships, Typhon can be mass-produced as long as there are materials.

The reason why Epsilon was able to summon Titan Typhon, who was equivalent to the real one, was quite simple.

Just like Mars appearing in the Greek Lostbelt.

faith.

Just as in Lostbelt, faith enabled Mars, who had lost his true form, to restore himself; just as in the distant age of gods, the Greek gods also tried in vain to use faith to repair their bodies.

Human faith.

At this moment, what vast ocean of faith can Ipsilon, dressed in the 'Saint Defen' gown, stir up?

Rome's thousand-year reign pales in comparison.

Since Novia walked upon the earth, the Church of the Holy See, which began with him, has continued for two thousand years in countless parallel worlds.

The sheer volume of prayers, praise, and reverence directed toward the supreme 'God' is astronomical.

Even if only a tiny fraction of it points to the guardian Saint-Defen, that would be enough.

Moreover, standing here at this moment is 'God of Midrash' Shekina.

It has been embraced by all human traditions and has become the very concept of 'the God of Midrash'.

then,

All faiths pointing to 'God' became a source of power that 'Saint Defen' could borrow. It was through Shejina, the 'router,' that Ipsilon connected to that endless network of faith.

This is the source of her confidence.

"Wow..."

Ipsilon gazed up at his masterpiece, his blue eyes sparkling with undisguised joy and pride.

Just one glance made me so happy I could die.

This is something Typhon himself couldn't even come up with! All of this is thanks to his brother! Just thinking about being able to use this figure to clear obstacles for his brother made Epsilon feel a dizzying happiness.

Even Lilith was curious whether this girl who called herself Novia's sister could really defeat Shekina.

This is natural, after all, compared to Typhon Titan's true form of three thousand meters, the Ultimate Satan behind Shejina, which was only a hundred meters tall, looked as insignificant as a toy.

However, bathed in that immense, mountain-crushing pressure that would make any god tremble, Shejina's only response was a slight upward curve at the corner of her mouth.

"...That's really surprising."