Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

The only response to Mingguang's gaze was Shejina's eyes, which were completely ignited by rage.

Within it, there churned frozen air resembling absolute zero, and burned with boundless divine power capable of incinerating everything.

"very good."

The enormous, ultimate Satan behind Shejina began to emit a deep, rumbling sound, as if the universe had just begun.

"The answer is out."

However, Mingguang smiled in the face of this earth-shattering power.

The silver-haired girl dragged her broken body, step by step, without fear, toward Shejina.

"Without the support of that enormous thing behind you, your strength is just like those 'archangels,' right?"

Got no reply.

But Mingguang knew he had guessed correctly.

Shejina's seemingly infinite regenerative ability and her power to distort reality all originate from the "Ultimate Satan" behind her, created by countless myths and beliefs through her hands.

It is Shejina's source of power, Shejina's external divine core, and the "medium" that Shejina uses to absorb and transform human chants.

The relationship is like that between a scientist and his most prized creation.

To become stronger, one must accept, accommodate, and absorb—and then manifest.

To return to that one true love, one must experience nothingness, devour darkness, embrace everything—and then, go mad.

Shejina discarded all the unnecessary emotions of an "angel," but instead accepted all the legends and malice of humanity.

This contradictory and distorted way of being is precisely the source of power.

Since Shejina, who had fallen from grace as a diva, discarded the unnecessary and instead embraced all of humanity's songs, it was only natural that she did so.

The reason why such a forced restriction can be achieved must be due to the function of emotions, but the pain cannot disappear as a result—in fact, for an 'angel' to do such a thing, its mental state has already collapsed.

If it were something without emotions, it certainly wouldn't behave this way; only something with emotions could behave this way.

Therefore, Lilith on the other side of the battlefield had already realized one thing—

Shejina is crazy in a very direct way.

It's not surprising that Lilith, realizing this, felt guilty about Shejina's thoroughness. On the positive side, she should have realized the inappropriateness of her past behavior.

however--

"Wow! This is the ultimate in rebellion! The purest form of delinquency! This rock-and-roll madness is really something!"

Lilith's eyes lit up with excitement, and she couldn't resist the urge to rush forward.

"Hey hey hey! Want to stir things up? Let's team up and have a grand, world-shaking spectacle, something like that? That would be super cool!"

"What are you saying, woman?! Ip doesn't understand a word you're saying!"

Epsilon, standing to the side, was clearly unable to keep up with Lilith's leaping thoughts and was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"And what's more! And she's going to kill you!"

"Well, it doesn't matter." Lilith waved her hand dismissively. "If it were before, Xiaoshe and I would probably have thought the same thing."

She paused, then turned her gaze to Ipsilon beside her, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

"You came here because of her, didn't you? Little Ip, the lovely 'little sister'."

The deliberately emphasized "little sister" made Ipsilon's cheeks flush instantly.

"Don't...don't lump me in with someone like you, Lilith!" Ipsilon stammered. "I...I came here for my brother! Besides, I'm stronger than you!"

"Oh? What?"

Lilith showed a slightly confused expression, but her composed and confident demeanor never faded, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

“I’ve been by His side for a very, very long time since ‘that day.’ What about you? Answer the truth.”

"A very, very long time..."

“That’s right.” Lilith nodded, pressing on. “If you’ve been here longer than me, then you must have been here earlier than me. In that case, I might not be unable to acknowledge you.”

“I…I…I’ve been by my brother’s side since the Age of Gods! For a very, very long time…” Ipsilon’s voice trailed off.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Lilith finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, looking up at the sky.

The laughter was so pure, so joyful; if someone unaware of the truth were to see it, they might truly lose all their guard.

The premise is that the truth is unknown.

"The answer is out."

Lilith wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, looking at the girl in front of her whose face was flushed and who was about to cry.

"Looks like I'll last a little longer."

"Shut up! You all-black woman! Ip, Ip hates you!"

"Alright, alright." Lilith's smile faded. "...It's coming. You can continue preparing your true form, Saint Delphine Ipsilon."

"Eh?"

The moment Ipsilon's surprised voice fell—

From not far away, that figure, even though he was coughing up blood and staggering, his body engulfed in flames, yet still burning with an indomitable fighting spirit, moved.

Mingguang raised his head and looked at Epsilon from a great distance.

Those crimson eyes blinked gently, as if in response to Lilith's words.

"Let me sit inside your true form, Aunt Ip!"

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"Okay, okay!"

The response carried a barely perceptible hint of panic.

For Saint-Defen Ipsilon, this was an extraordinary request, yet it came from the daughter of his "brother," so after a momentary pause in his logical circuitry, he granted it.

then,

In an instant, all the outlines on the horizon began to move in sync.

Hundreds, thousands... even countless Typhon Titan true forms, all uniformly three thousand meters in size, tore through the earth with their enormous bodies, transforming into a torrential rain of meteors with a terrifying acceleration that defied physical inertia, and leaping through space toward the coordinates where the light was located.

The whole world seemed to tremble in response to this will.

It is neither life, nor soul.

It was just that command called "Start".

however,

As the one who initiated all of this, a purely practical question quietly arose in Epsilon's mind.

Which car does that girl named Mingguang, who calls herself "Auntie," want to sit on?

As mass-produced weapons designed to prevent the emergence of consciousness and unnecessary sacrifices, these Typhon Titans were not endowed with even the most basic consciousness. They were pure, unconscious machines, "numbers" that could be consumed at will.

Originally, one machine would have been enough to carry that girl.

But in that split second between giving and receiving orders, Epsilon frantically issued "all" of the instructions.

...Slightly, he messed it up. Ip didn't complete the mission perfectly.

A sense of unease, akin to that of a child who has done something wrong, gripped Ipisilon's heart. Almost instinctively, she lowered her head, her fingertips fidgeting nervously, bracing herself for the inevitable, joyful laughter that would follow from the gaze from the side.

However, the expected sound did not appear.

Ipsilon looked up in confusion, but what she saw was not Lilith's mischievous smile.

Lilith was gazing into the distance with an expression of near admiration.

Following her gaze, Ipsilon also saw that extraordinary scene that even he, the "creator," could not comprehend.

Yes,

The true forms of Typhon Titans are essentially nothing more than a collection of materials. Although their enormous bodies, measuring three thousand meters, are enough to blot out the sun, if you disregard their size, they are simply materials.

But now, all the machines rushing towards Mingguang's location did not cause any chaos due to the crowd. As if guided and woven by an invisible hand, they naturally converged and merged into the figure standing in the center of the storm, one after another.

one by one.

Like a moth drawn to the only flame.

The process takes no more than one millisecond.

In Shejina's vision, time seemed to be stretched to its limit.

At this moment, Mingguang and the ultimate Satan behind her entered a state of relative stillness.

This is not a true standstill, but rather both have entered the realm of faster-than-light travel, and in the conventional sense of time, every action of the two is close to eternity.

And it was in this eternal moment that we found our way.

Mingguang's voice resounded throughout the entire world of Midrash.

"The barriers of order crumble at this moment, and the twilight of the gods has begun! With the banished chaos as our guide, we summon the shadow of the end, which lies dormant in the abyss of stars!"

The perfect invocation.

Mingguang was satisfied with his actions.

Yes, bringing "all" Typhon Titans was indeed Mingguang's intention.

According to the Book of Raziel, Archangel Hanniel commands "countless apostles of light," whose essence is the myriad manifestations of God's love. At this moment, she is both Hanniel, who governs "beauty" and "love," and Jophiel, who bestows "divine beauty" upon creation. She also commands "Saint Defen" Ipsilon, a being formed by the fusion of the concepts of guardian and sister.

In a sense, this is a kind of trinity that belongs exclusively to Mingguang.

"Liberate! Seeds of calamity that distort the source of grace! Liberate! Throat of the void that devours the laws of radiance! Liberate! Rebellious remains that crush the umbilical cord of the earth!"

As the chanting sublimated, an endless, lawless torrent of dark purple energy manifested itself, completely engulfing the Typhon bodies that followed one after another, centered on the light itself.

The power of pure destruction and reconstruction manifested as a massive inverted cross gate.

"Use whatever else you have; I don't have any particular ideas. However, if it brings me enjoyment, then it's worth mentioning."

Despite the earth-shattering phenomenon, Shejina's voice remained calm and composed.

"My calculations are as I have predicted; you are destined to lose."

"Destined?"

The bright light, completely obscured by the dark purple glow, let out a light laugh. "Then, you will see me beyond your calculations."

The world once again roared in despair, overwhelmed by its own burdens.

"You are the death knell of the fallen gods! The embodiment of the end, with overthrown authority as your bones and shattered stars as your blood! The prisoners of the gods return here as a world-destroying hurricane, and all the barriers of the world will be reduced to dust by you!"

The machine, which had gathered thousands of people and exhausted all its internal reserves of faith, was melted, forged, and sublimated within the inverted cross-shaped stargate.

Ultimately, they all come together as one.

Ipsilon could sense it.

Yes, I felt it clearly.

It was a kind of ecstasy that originated from the very concept of "Typhon" and reached its zenith.

Although this joy is still not as blissful as the feeling of being held and stroked on the head by my brother as we fall asleep together, it is quite close.

A surging, soaring, and inexhaustible passion.

A spaceship from outer space, it became the strongest pure-blooded dragon due to its god-slaying phenomenon.

"Awaken! Bury the false heavens with the vortex of calamity!"

It's a dragon.

The dragon is coming!

A terrifying evil dragon has descended.

Behind it, the shattered phantom of Mount Olympus, adrift in a storm of destruction, was dragged along.

This dragon is certainly powerful enough to occupy the entire planet.