Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Eri's voice rang out again.

At this moment, she is no longer the girl who suffers and is confused by forbidden emotions, but the pinnacle of alchemical theology as "Puymanderges" and "the mind of the Lord".

Its will was clearly conveyed to Shekina through its silvery-white body.

"It was the final gift when the gods relinquished the status of 'primates' to humankind."

"They made their own existence the foundation of their vow to protect the future of humanity."

"You cannot break it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-white machine god, Sky Thunder, Zeus, stretched out its other hand, and a pure golden stream of light, as if it were a living thing, shot precisely towards the calamity star, Typhon, which was covered in wounds and was emitting an ominous purple aura not far away.

Optical flow is not a treatment.

Instead, it involves "analysis" and "reconstruction".

Under Mingguang's astonished gaze, the hideous wounds on the Calamity Star's body were not brutally healed, but rather "rewoven" by the data stream within the golden light.

The broken armor was restored, the overloaded circuits were cleared, and the rampant, almost out-of-control concept of god-slaying was calmed and guided by a more rational and wise will.

"Um, are you still able to fight?"

Eri's voice rang out directly in Akira's cockpit.

The voice was calm and clear, without any unnecessary emotion, yet it inspired immense trust.

Mingguang was taken aback at first, then a relieved smile, full of fighting spirit, appeared on his lips.

She gripped the control stick tightly, feeling an unprecedented sense of security and power emanating from within the machine.

"I can't ask for it."

"So, how should we cooperate, sister?" Mingguang asked crisply.

"Join forces."

Eri gave a more straightforward answer.

“Pull her down from her throne.”

"absurd!"

Shejina's will transformed into a raging spiritual surge, sweeping outwards.

Do you really think that this level of alliance, this level of childishness, can shake the 'Kingdom of Heaven' that I have built?

Ultimate Satan abandoned single-point attacks, which had been proven ineffective.

Its full armor opened in an instant, revealing its internal core array, which shone with a destructive radiance and was as dense as a constellation of stars.

The next moment, it was no longer a single beam of light, but hundreds or even thousands of beams containing different concepts of divine punishment—

The Great Flood, the Fire of Brimstone, the Ten Plagues, the Last Judgment...

Countless spears of light, representing the wrath of the gods, rained down on the two machines like a storm!

This is a widespread, unavoidable, saturation attack representing the absolute authority of the "One God"!

"Typhon, attack!"

Eri's instructions were calm and swift.

The Sky Thunder Ace Zeus responded to the call. Instead of retreating, it took a step forward, and its wings of light suddenly expanded, unfolding a semi-transparent golden energy canopy that covered an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers.

That was the "barrier of covenant" composed of countless divine runes that had just blocked the "erasure" punch.

Countless divine punishment spears struck the sky, creating ripples, but they could not penetrate it.

The golden canopy calmly absorbed, deflected, and neutralized every attack, like the most solid dam, blocking all of the god's wrath.

Under the protection of this sacred fortress, a dark purple streak of light tore through the gaps in the rain of light with speed and precision far exceeding that of the previous streak.

It is Typhon, the star of calamity.

Having broken free from its frenzy and received tactical guidance and energy support from the Sky Thunder, the Calamity Star is no longer just a calamity, but a "god-slaying spear" endowed with ultimate intelligence and the sharpest edge.

Its movements were no longer futile collisions, but rather precise advances along the weakest point in the divine punishment storm, calculated by Eri.

The dark purple mech drew eerie zigzag lines in the rain of light, each dodge perfectly timed, each charge aimed straight for the core.

It, along with the divine punishment that filled the sky, seemed to have transformed into a ballet of death.

"That's it!"

At this moment, Akira and Eri's wills are perfectly synchronized.

Pfft——!

With a metallic shriek so piercing it could tear the soul apart, Typhon's claws, embodying all the concepts of god-slaying, ripped apart the left shoulder of the ultimate Satan with a brutal, unadorned slash.

Dark purple chaotic energy, like the most vicious poison, invaded the body of the ultimate Satan, frantically destroying the internal energy circuits and preventing its regeneration.

There was a moment of silence.

All sound on the battlefield disappeared.

Succeeded?

However, the next moment.

The sound emanating from that torn wound was not the mournful cry of a dying organism.

It was Shekina's laughter.

The laughter was tinged with pity and mockery.

"...So that's how it is. Your 'god-killing' is using legends from the 'past' to deny the gods of the 'present'."

Instead of widening the wound on the ultimate Satan, a completely new and pure white light emanated from within.

The light was not simply restorative energy, but rather composed of countless tiny, invisible human prayers.

The calamity star's god-slaying poison, capable of corroding all divinity, melted away like ice and snow the moment it came into contact with these "prayer" prayers.

"However, you seem to have forgotten one thing."

Shejina's voice was full of composure.

"The power of legends lies in their 'passing on.' And in this era, the 'god' that is most widely sung, most widely believed, and most widely acknowledged..."

The torn left shoulder of Ultimate Satan rapidly reassembled itself in pure white light, becoming as good as new.

"--it's me."

“Your ‘god-killing’ is a poison rooted in the ancient love of ‘transfer’. My ‘divinity’, on the other hand, is an immortal foundation built upon the ‘trust’ of billions of people today.”

"Tell me, how can poison that has long been rotten corrupt a living temple built of love and faith?"

Before he could finish speaking, the ultimate Satan suddenly opened his arms wide.

What spread out was an invisible, distorted force field.

That was not a physical attack, but rather a conceptual "isolation".

It is an absolute law called "loneliness" that is forcibly imposed on reality.

"!"

The tactical link between the Sky Thunder and the Calamity Star was instantly and brutally severed by this force.

Mingguang felt a blur before his eyes, and Eri Se's clear tactical instructions and massive data support all turned into a noisy mess of gibberish.

The two were forcibly dragged into two separate "worlds" and forced to face alone the boundless pressure from the "one true god".

The tide of battle has turned once again.

The perfect defensive formation of the Sky Thunder Ace Zeus showed a slight, almost imperceptible pause.

Its system is fighting against the erosion of the laws that are trying to forcibly "split" the core concept that it is trying to "unite" with.

Having lost its command tower and shield, the Calamity Star was once again exposed to the overwhelming power of Ultimate Satan.

The successive heavy blows forced it to retreat repeatedly, and countless new wounds were added to its newly repaired body.

No one won.

No one was defeated.

The battlefield has fallen into a strange, unbreakable balance.

The three 100-meter-tall machine gods, like three unapproachable stars, form an unbreakable triangle.

Ultimate Satan demonstrates the absolute power and terrifying adaptability of a "god" capable of simultaneously suppressing two powerful enemies.

The Celestial Thunder, Azeus, calmly engages in a battle of will and logic with the invisible force that acts upon concepts, continuously negating divine authority.

Typhon, the Star of Calamity, is like a wounded beast that can never be tamed. Even though he is covered in wounds, the burning flame in his dark purple eyes is still the most primal fire of struggle that never yields.

"Yay! I see... I see."

Outside the distant battle zone, Lilith crushed the last piece of her lollipop and licked her dry lips.

As the saying goes, a bystander sees more clearly.

Lilith was the observer who saw things most clearly at that moment.

Her gaze easily pierced through the turbulent energy flow and the armor of the mech, reaching the core of this war—the reality law called "Midrush," constructed by Shejina's will.

When Shejina used "human faith" as a shield and the holy light constructed from billions of prayers to easily dissolve Typhon's concept of "god-killing," which was enough to corrupt divinity, Lilith understood everything.

I have come to understand the "rules" of this world.

Here, the strength of power does not simply depend on the output of energy or the level of one's rank.

In essence, it is a war about "stories".

Whoever can tell a story that is more acceptable to "reality" (i.e., the Midrash Law here), more persuasive, and more irrefutable, is the stronger one.

Shejina's story is "orthodox".

She appropriated the narrative of the Midrash God, claiming herself to be the supreme and only God who embodies the most faith in modern humanity.

Thus, in this place, Shejina is the absolute protagonist, the measure of all things, and therefore her power is almost omnipotent.

Eri's story is a "legacy".

She brings together all the gods who were defeated and forgotten in the "orthodox" stories to tell a true history of "the old primates passing on hope to their beloved humans".

Thus, the Celestial Zeus was able to resist Shejina's divine punishment because it represented the "past" itself, which was covered by "orthodoxy".

One is now, and the other is in the past.

One is orthodox, the other is heretical.

Both sides had compelling stories, leading to a stalemate.

A slow, gentle smile curved the corners of Lilith's lips.

She disdained to tell the orthodox stories.

The alliance of heretics—that little girl Eri Se has already gotten there first.

So, what's left?

What stories remain that can be passed down through generations, and perhaps even create a new, or more fatal, rift in this already solidified battlefield?

The answer is self-evident.

That is—heresy.

It wasn't an enemy from the outside, but rather the most vicious cancer cells from within.

It is the kind of "thought" that uses the same classics but can interpret completely opposite and subversive conclusions.

The best way to destroy a "story" is not to tell a completely unrelated story.

Instead, it uses its own language and its own logic to distort it, pollute it, and ultimately... usurp it.

"Yay! I see... So that's how you play it, Xiao She."

"Now that you've created the best stage, it's my turn to take the stage."

Lilith chuckled softly.

"Since this is a role-playing game about 'gods'..."

She announced softly.