Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Draco, a first-order planet, could achieve this level, which is already quite remarkable. But I never expected that Shejina could reach a level comparable to a star simply by relying on the legends woven by the primates of this era on this sea planet. Even with its many limitations, she has every reason to be proud.

Instead of choosing to replace the planet itself, it embarked on a completely different path through 'wisdom'.

Novia was indeed somewhat relieved that Shekina had been able to reach this point.

But, that's all.

In this battle of offense and defense, Shekina truly proved the divine power of 'God'.

That being said, it doesn't mean that... we can win.

after all--

Novia turned her gaze to the other side of the room, where a silver-haired girl was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, eating a chocolate bar while nervously watching the battle.

"......"

Kama's body stiffened abruptly upon sensing Novia's gaze.

Kama immediately threw away the snacks, made a big X with his hands in front of his chest, and adopted a defensive posture.

"Let me make it clear beforehand, I absolutely will not be like Metatron or that stupid dragon girl Melusin, who inexplicably faints and then has their precious time and power wasted by you, Novia, without their knowledge!"

Kama declared righteously, yet a suspicious blush rose on his cheeks.

"Absolutely not! This kind of thing must be done when I'm fully conscious! Even if... even if I get confused afterwards, I must be fully conscious at the beginning!"

The strange declaration is full of self-contradictory logic.

But for Kama, who was both a 'lustful sage' and a 'god of love,' it was perfectly natural.

Novia couldn't help but smile as she looked at her adorable, seemingly tough but actually weak appearance.

He stood up from the sofa, walked slowly to her, and bent down.

Novia didn't need any complicated schemes or fancy words to deal with Kama.

With just one move, Kama's entire body would go limp and he would surrender completely.

Novia leaned close to Kama's ear and whispered in a voice so gentle it seemed to melt the soul, a voice only Kama could hear:

"I'll have to trouble you later, Mother."

"—!"

It was as if a current of billions of volts had instantly pierced through Kama's entire body.

Kama simply couldn't resist that word, that title.

I felt my whole body was burning up, my bones felt weak, and my face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

All resistance and defenses crumbled.

Cupid could only fidget and twist like a little girl, clutching the hem of her clothes, before mimicking Epsilon's actions and approaching Novia.

Then, stand on tiptoe—

Only when a thin, ambiguous strand of saliva parted their lips did Kama finally give a breathless reply in a voice barely audible.

"...Well, what can I do? I am Lord Kama."

Novia straightened up with satisfaction and raised her hand.

Finally, two more ceremonial garments symbolizing archangels appeared.

After all, Kama has a "dual nature," being both the god of desire who provokes Shiva's anger and the god of love who awakens the vitality of the universe.

Therefore, the air in the entire room seemed to become thick and sweet because of the arrival of something sacred.

Angelic Attire —

The Beauty of God - Jophiel / The Glory of God - Hanniel.

586: The whole family is almost here (7.k)

The Primordial Angels, who embody the infinite ocean of divine wisdom, have their chief (Jophir) divide this ocean into finite light to nourish all spirits.

The Introduction to the Celestial Ranks

Jophiel, also known as the Angel of Beauty, is the angel who taught souls 70 languages ​​at the beginning of creation. The Book of Radiance lists him as the chief archangel who commands 53 legions. He is also said to be a companion of Metatron. In the Kabbalah Tree of Life, he is said to represent the third element 'understanding' or the second element 'wisdom'.

however,

Novia's choice of this angelic attire for Kama is not because she and the angel Jophiel have a direct connection like that between St. Delphine and Typhon, or Lilith and Samael, but rather because it is similar to the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, a tree rooted in heaven in the Indian Bhagavad Gita—the Tree of Life and Existence.

......

The battle on the other side continues.

Time is a measure of change.

Since the start of the battle, the clock has ticked past 1,800 seconds.

thirty minutes.

For humankind, this may not be a very long time.

But here, every second is enough for stars to be born, myths to be extinguished, divine energy to be ignited and cooled, and magic to gather and dissipate. Its density and flux are enough to completely evaporate any ordinary god who strays into this place in an instant, leaving not even a concept behind.

In Shejina's calculations, the balance of victory or defeat had already been settled.

That thinking based on absolute rationality has already constructed countless paths to victory, each one clearly visible and beyond question.

In less than two hundred seconds, this futile resistance will come to an end.

She was certain of the outcome.

However, a kind of noise that cannot be quantified by logic or analyzed is quietly echoing in my mind.

If we had to describe it using human vocabulary—

That might be "dissatisfaction".

Shejina's gaze pierced through the storm of energy, precisely locking onto the azure figure that was constantly creating Typhon Titan's true form, only to be constantly crushed by its own clones.

Ypsilon.

That being who calls herself "sister" in the name of Saint-Defen.

Their fighting style is a pure, reckless waste, transforming a massive amount of faith power that should have been used to sustain their own existence into a manifestation of destruction without restraint.

"A mysterious younger sister..."

Hundreds of millions of Shejinas whispered in the exact same, unwavering voice.

"...I don't have the right to waste it."

Yes, not eligible.

In order to reconnect with that being, to reclaim that unique and supreme love, I have sacrificed so much, borne the stigma, and sunk myself into an ocean of malice and reverence, swallowing all curses and prayers, before finally transforming into my current form.

what about you?

By what right do you have to squander the faith that should have been directed toward your so-called "brother (father)" just because of a self-proclaimed "identity"?

If Lilith, who was present, could hear Shejina's heartfelt words, she would probably chuckle to herself.

The power displayed by Epsilon precisely proves the value of her "sister" identity. Without this recognition, it would be impossible to drive Saint von's power, let alone materialize the consumption of faith to such an extent.

Shejina naturally understood this, and she never underestimated Ipsilon.

That's why I'm even angrier.

Although Shekina only gave birth to Novia three times, only the third time did she have an 'exception' sister, and at that time, she even had to pay a certain price to get rid of her by throwing her into the sea.

Birth is not permitted.

What is born from one's own womb must be unique and absolutely perfect.

It is an individual, and also the world.

Its quality is equivalent to that of all things in the universe.

Its will is independent and autonomous, and cannot be crushed or tainted by any external force.

This is the proper attitude.

This is Shejina's almost insane, ultimate ideal as a "mother".

“You are not His…sister.”

Shejina's voice pierced through the clamor of the fierce battle and echoed clearly in Ipsilon's ears.

"The difference lies not in the proximity of one's status, but in the reason for one's birth."

She muttered to herself expressionlessly, as if declaring an irrefutable axiom.

"This world is constructed based on 'nothingness'—the Midrash. Here, there are no relationships without reason."

Yes, that's it.

No, it's not.

“If He really needs a sister, it should only be that blonde ‘girl’ who shares the same blood.”

Logic is absolute.

In the void world constructed by Shejina and Midrash, identity must be completely unified with essence.

"As far as I know, my world resembles the myths sung by humankind. Therefore, no matter what one wears or calls oneself, it cannot match the identity unless one truly possesses it."

“Unless… there is another parallel world that can cover my ‘Midrash,’ otherwise, an alien can never reach the concept of ‘truth’ as an alien.”

"Therefore, even if you exhaust all your faith, you will still lose."

Despite Shejina's words, Ipsilon remained steadfast and unwavering.

"Who cares about you! I'm just my brother's sister!"

Typhon Titan's true form, forged by faith, shattered at a rate that couldn't even keep up with the speed at which it was destroyed by Shejina's clone.

The debris piled up into a mountain in the void, only to dissipate into pure spiritual particles in the next second.

Even so, Epsilon did not back down an inch.

The resistance was not meaningless; under the frenzied consumption, about 10% of the endless Shejina were indeed wiped out.

This was also within Shekina's calculations.

So Shejina simply sighed quietly.

"I see. So you'll never give up no matter what? That's exactly what I'm looking for in someone as self-righteous as you..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Something was touched by these semi-unconscious words.

and many more.

For the first time, Shejina's mind went blank.

What am I saying? What was I about to do? What just happened?

do not know.

Know nothing.

But that feeling, that inexplicable hatred for "self-righteous fellows," was so real, as if deeply rooted somewhere, somewhere even Shejina herself couldn't reach—

"What's wrong with you? What are you spacing out for?!"

The unprecedented blow caught Shejina completely off guard as she took the full force of Ipsilon's attack head-on, resulting in an unexpected injury that threw the team into chaos.

My mind went blank.

Even so, rather than immediately regaining consciousness, the "god" of this place was more inclined to unravel the sudden mystery.

“In the beginning, darkness was hidden by darkness, without discernment or knowledge, and all was water. Then ‘that’ was covered by the void and gradually revealed itself through the power of ‘scorching’.”

Thoughts began to race at an almost spontaneous rate.

Despite the relentless, raging attacks of Epsilon, Shejina remained suspended motionless atop the hands of Ultimate Satan.

Enduring the conceptual shock of his clone being torn apart, he let the chaos rage through his consciousness.

Reason has almost evaporated, so this may be an inevitable result.