Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

He could not accept that kind of flawed beauty, that kind of incomplete beauty, that the god he originally thought was the ultimate, omnipotent, and perfect might actually have the possibility of being restrained by existence.

That's not the ultimate beauty he's always been pursuing!

So that's how it is. He has always loved that perfect god, and was intoxicated by that perfect power. But since you are no longer perfect, you are no longer the god I love the most!

“Heretics—yes, we are the heretics, annihilate them!” Saint Joseph murmured, then suddenly regained his composure and once again released a divinely radiant aura.

Like Adam reaching out to touch God in a world-famous painting, the pure white and beautiful sculpture stands up, its gaze burning as it looks toward the night, and suddenly sheds tears of emotion.

That's right—he finally woke up! Although it was too late! But at least he did wake up.

The truth was right here all along.

This is the true, ultimate perfection he sought!

The next moment, Boom! Saint Joseph shot straight into the sky. The demonic power inherited from the night and the light of faith that changed due to the transformation of his heart made his holy radiance seem different from normal holy radiance.

It's like a dark vampire who can bask in the sunlight with complete bliss.

It's like a radiant light that, while shining brightly, also instills a sense of oppression and fear that is even deeper than the darkest darkness.

The flames and spears unleashed by Jeanne Alter were shattered by it.

Before the Virgin Mary could feel at ease knowing that Saint Joseph had helped her divert the fire, she discovered that he showed no sign of stopping and was rapidly approaching, like a cannonball about to strike her.

The Virgin Mary: --? ? !!!

Chapter Thirty-Six: The weight of two fists piercing the universe, Satan Night is Satan Leaf!

It was launched like a cannonball.

Rumble—~!!

Finally—as he approached the radiant light of the Virgin Mary, which was capable of purifying all things, the demonic nature within Saint Joseph was no longer concealed and was fully unleashed.

A terrifying force washed away the radiance that protected the Virgin Mary, like a somber, handsome statue of David standing in the center of a supernatural storm. Despite being a pure white sculpture, it was darker than the darkest night.

A steel body stretched to its limit, and—

Having abandoned everything and left all fighting skills to instinct, he fights solely with his fists, a perfect fusion of ancient sculptural art and primitive martial arts.

Boom~!!

David struck the Virgin Mary, followed by a massive explosion.

In the sky, a massive nebula, resembling a supernova explosion, rose and radiated outwards throughout the entire inner world.

Look, that's the gates of hell opening again.

The radiant figure of the Virgin Mary reappeared, merely shielding the crying child in her arms, her body swaying slightly. She bit her lip, revealing for the first time an angry gaze devoid of elegance.

I've been infected!

I never imagined that Saint Joseph would suddenly turn against me.

Even though her strength far surpassed that of Saint Joseph, she was not only unprepared, but she was also not a god of combat. Just now, that madman Saint Joseph even rushed over and self-destructed.

Does he intend to die together with her?

"Insane!!" The Virgin Mary could only sigh in anger and sorrow.

Damn it——!

The situation became even more unfavorable for him.

Fortunately, the insane Saint Joseph is dead. If he had gone into hiding and betrayed me at a crucial moment in the battle, that would have been fatal!

The Virgin Mary naturally assumed that Saint Joseph was dead, since even his soul had self-destructed in the attack just now!

But is that really all there is to it?

the other side.

"—Raging, sorrowful dragon! Hey! You have nowhere to run!—Iron Fist Saint Judgment!" BOOM! By the time Maria came to her senses, Iron Fist Martha on the other side of the battlefield had already shattered the flesh and blood of the front-line dragons with a single punch.

The saint who shattered the stars—and...

Jorcos's attack also annihilated all the other dragons, making him the dragon-slaying saint wielding the dragon-slaying holy sword Ascalon.

Finally—the vengeful witch continued her attack, attempting to drag Maria down from the high heavens.

Maria fell silent upon witnessing this: 'The dragons' planetary bodies were torn apart as easily as if they were pieces of paper. Without a doubt, no human could replicate such a performance at that time.'

'monster--!'

Even the twelve disciples couldn't have done this in terms of physical strength.

Indeed, Maria was once again certain that the enemies before her were a group of monsters—not just one, but a whole horde.

A group of monsters created by the master of another world, even Saint Joseph was affected and transformed into a non-human form. Although their outward appearance remained the same, their inner souls were all infused with other beliefs.

At this moment, Mary could only pray that the Lord would discover the situation here as soon as possible, and that her radiance could probably last a little longer.

But—in that very instant, within the familiar, sacred realm, unnoticed because of their shared origin, light gradually gathered behind the Virgin Mary—borrowing from her radiance to condense. However, the inner consciousness that controlled this light forcibly seized the power that originally belonged to the Virgin Mary.

The next moment, snap!

Time seemed to stand still.

The astonished and shocked gazes of the heroic spirits, and the calm gaze of the night, all focused on the broken neck of the Virgin Mary in the sky.

A sculpted hand grips his neck, and the compassionate, eyeless, pure white face of Saint Joseph reappears.

Maria, her neck snapped, managed to utter a strained voice: "Impossible...you...clearly...already...—"

'Dead!'

Rumble! ...

The fact that Maria's neck was broken was not enough to cause her to die like a human.

Terrifying purifying light emanated from his jade-like body, relentlessly assaulting Saint Joseph's form. The holy light, like countless condensed curry sticks, bombarded Saint Joseph's skin.

however--

Saint Joseph seemed completely oblivious to the pain, even as his soul and newly constructed body were blasted to pieces, and even as half of his head was gone, he was rapidly regenerating.

Saint Joseph, however, resembled an invincible, towering beast, revealing a dangerous glint in his eyes as he seized his prey.

His taut muscles stretched to their limit, as if yearning to relax.

Then her other hand transformed into a steel hammer and struck the Virgin Mary's spine with a powerful upward blow.

Nothing in this universe can withstand the blow he is about to unleash, a blow imbued with the mass of the entire universe.

If you ask why—he received the blessing of a new god, now accompanied by the concept of the universe, immortal and indestructible—even if his soul is destroyed, he can be restored in an instant, and he can also borrow the power of the entire universe to gather at this pinnacle.

We've finally arrived at—true perfection!

Boom! In the midst of the sculpture's almost pilgrimage-like emotion, and the tears of joy and sorrow for the destruction of his former compatriots, Saint Joseph's face began to distort and become unrecognizable.

"What beauty in the world can compare to the hunter's delight? I have long wanted to hear it—how wonderful it would be to hear your voice, that angry howl that echoes through the night sky!" Saint Joseph spoke, wanting not only to hear the loving, but also the desperate, angry, and destructive voice of the Virgin Mary.

Then a second attack!

Bang~! ! !

All the atmosphere in the universe seemed to be vibrating.

Maria's spine was already shattered by the first blow. No living being in the world has a body strong enough to bear the weight of the entire universe. After all, there is a world of difference between owning one's own 'universe' and being able to borrow someone else's universe, even though they are both single-universe entities.

Compared to her laws, her physical body was far too fragile; it was completely shattered by the first blow, yet she did not utter a miserable cry.

But with the second blow—the essence of its soul—the inscribed persona and laws were shattered, leaving cracks, and finally the Virgin Mary let out a mournful sob.

The Virgin Mary's body suddenly shattered, then materialized into a spirit—but this spirit quickly began to be bound by the power of the entire universe. As the defeated one, she felt as if she was about to be swallowed up by a cosmic demonic force: "How could this be... Is this my end?"

Finally, Maria couldn't help but look at the man who hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end, but she knew that he was the source of all this, the main cause of her defeat.

Looking at this source of power for the entire conceptual universe that helped Saint Joseph and those heroic spirits, a man whose immense presence, simply by standing still, continuously released a gravitational force capable of interfering with and pulling the rotation of the entire universe, was awe-inspiring and terrifying!

Finally—the Virgin Mary couldn't help but ask her last question before she lost herself: "Who exactly are you?!"

Night: "My name is Night... I am destined to become Ragnarok, to shatter the paradox of omnipotence, and to be the demon king who runs counter to mythology."

From the Virgin Mary's perspective—amidst the towering flames, in this universe of heaven and hell filled with smoke and fire, the man revealed a gaze that she would never forget.

What kind of gaze was that?

It was as if a pair of talking eyes were telling Mary something.

'Look how fragile it is. What value is there in enjoying the soul of such a wretched creature?'

Absolute demonic majesty is revealed here!

Unexpectedly—the night actually responded to him, but what he heard was not the words of the other master he had guessed, but—the Demon King?

Suddenly—that ancient legend, which symbolized another side of God, came to mind of the Virgin Mary.

The Antichrist—the one who opposes God—that should not exist in the monotheistic mythological universe, yet is clearly recorded and prophesied in mythology!

That’s right!

The only thing that can stand in opposition to the one true God is God Himself.

Satan Night—isn't that just—Satan Leaf?!

In his view, this was precisely an admission of his own 'god' status.

The moment she realized this, the Virgin Mary's gaze toward the night changed.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The important thing is mythology; God is just a metaphor, and you or I can be one.

Really?

"To possess such power—it truly is—…you." Maria, overwhelmed with complex emotions yet unable to suppress her maternal glow, suddenly felt less pain at being attacked by the power under the other's command.

Looking again at that figure, which manifested immense evil, it was no wonder it filled her with a sense of oppression.

Mary was filled with a terrible sense of awe, born from the close connection between beauty and ugliness.

With a deafening roar, Jeanne Alter's towering flames engulfed the souls of the Virgin Mary and Saint Joseph. Clearly, Jeanne Alter, who had long been unhappy about not being able to attack these holy beings and was the only one present without any combat record, could no longer hold back.

Since we've confirmed they're enemies, shouldn't we just take them out and be done with it?

Although Ye was willing to communicate with the Virgin Mary again, she did not stop Jeanne Alter from doing so.

It simply transformed the child in the Virgin Mary's arms and transferred him back to his true mother.