"Lord Su Mo, are you finished with your work?" the childlike Flügel asked, bouncing over, her smile pure and adorable.
Behind her, the bodies of gods and demons lay scattered, golden divine blood staining the earth.
Su Mo's task for her was not to be disturbed, and Jibril had indeed completed this task, just in a rather unique way.
If you kill all the angels and demons, then there's no one left to disturb you, right?
"Yes. Thank you for your hard work." Su Mo nodded, feeling a continuous stream of Divinities flowing into his body.
Although the Sword's Origin was temporarily ineffective against Primordial Divinities, it still worked on Standard Divinities. The Divinities of all the angels and demons Jibril had killed were transferred into Su Mo's body.
Including the angelic and demonic legions, Su Mo had gained dozens more Divinities in one go. The total number of Authorities he now possessed had long since surpassed one hundred.
Even if they weren't Primordial Divinities, these Standard Divinities were still quite a decent source of power. Of course, if he could master these Primordial Divinities as well, that would be even better.
Looking at the Primordial Divinity materials scattered across the battlefield, Su Mo suddenly asked, "Jibril, you mentioned before that in your world, there's a race called the Ex-machina, correct?"
"That's right! Is Master interested in those scrap heaps?" Jibril blinked, a little puzzled. "Those scrap heaps have no other special features besides being good at computation and learning! Although their heads are rare, Azriel gave an order forbidding us from fighting them, otherwise they'd steal our combat skills!"
As she said this, a look that was half disgust and half eagerness appeared in Jibril's eyes.
She was personally very interested in the Ex-machina, but she was also wary of their terrifying learning ability and had never fought them.
After all, the Ex-machina's learning ability was so powerful that any tactic or weapon would be ineffective a second time.
They could even analyze and reproduce life-draining skills like a Dragon King's Roar. If one were to act rashly, the Flügel's Heaven's Strike would surely be copied.
Furthermore, the minds of all Ex-machina could be merged through their unified network, which meant that declaring war on one Ex-machina was equivalent to declaring war on the entire race.
Such a time bomb, which would lead to a fight to the death and risk the fate of the entire race, was something even the Flügel were unwilling to touch.
However, Su Mo had no such concerns.
"Good at computation? That's all I need."
With his comprehension, if he could use the Ex-machina's computational network as an auxiliary, these Primordial Divinities would be no problem at all. He could completely digest them in a matter of hours, or even just a few dozen minutes.
And once he had mastered all of these Primordial Divinities, Su Mo could be called a walking, humanoid myth.
"Oh? Does Lord Su Mo mean you're going to my world?"
Realizing this, Jibril suddenly grew excited.
"That's great… but wait, is Lord Su Mo confident in defeating Lord Artosh right now? Although I wouldn't recommend you confront Lord Artosh right away, with your power, he might just take the initiative."
Thinking about the possibility of a conflict, Jibril's tone became slightly worried. Defeating Artosh was her duty, and she had no aversion to it. What she was worried about was whether Su Mo would get hurt if they met too soon.
After bribing Rin Tohsaka and the others with her sincerity, Jibril had learned just how short a time it had taken for Su Mo to become so powerful. That being the case, shouldn't they wait until he was even stronger to ensure his safety?
After all, the War God Artosh was a god who could not be measured by common sense.
Hearing Jibril's concern, Su Mo shook his head, unconcerned.
"No need to worry. A god with such a simple Divinity will have a hard time being my opponent, even the strongest War God."
For Su Mo, who had mastered Divinity to such a degree, gods were the easiest enemies to deal with.
"That's good!" Jibril breathed a sigh of relief. "Then when do you plan to go? I can go back and invite you at any time!"
"No rush. Let's see how Athena is doing first."
Su Mo shook his head and glanced at the corpse-strewn battlefield before them. If left unattended, the Stardust Particle structures of these Primordial Divinities would soon collapse and return to mythology. If that happened, he wouldn't be able to absorb them.
"Before that, I need to preserve the materials."
"Preserve the materials?" Jibril tilted her head, not quite understanding what he meant.
Su Mo had no intention of explaining. He simply stretched out his right hand and mobilized the power within his body.
The Primordial Divinities within Su Mo's astral body began to vibrate. Silky threads of Stardust Particles were born from his hand, eventually forming a golden, dice-like heptahedron.
Jibril sensed the aura of a Divinity from it.
Soon, the golden heptahedron was complete. Even after Su Mo withdrew his hand, its stable structure continued to absorb the surrounding power and began to act autonomously.
A massive amount of energy formed into divine power under the Divinity's influence, and the unique way this divine power circulated formed a unique structure.
Under a shroud of golden light, pure energy constructed a fiery form, finally taking on a very familiar shape.
It was none other than the Prince of Light, Michael, whom Jibril had just killed!
"Master… did you just… create a god with your bare hands?"
Seeing this, Jibril was stunned. She had tried her best to understand Su Mo's power, but she found she still couldn't. What kind of being could create a god so casually? Could it be that Lord Su Mo had already surpassed the gods?
"This is just a basic application of a Primordial Divinity," Su Mo shook his head, not thinking much of it.
As mentioned before, a Primordial Divinity was a template for a Divinity. As long as he had enough energy, he could create not just one Michael, but ten. Of course, the only one Su Mo could create right now was Michael.
"…This is a basic application?" Jibril's lip twitched. Then, as if remembering something, she asked with confusion, "By the way, Lord Su Mo, why did you create an enemy?"
"No, he shouldn't be an enemy anymore." Su Mo shook his head.
Jibril froze, then looked at Michael in surprise.
Just then, Michael opened his eyes. Surprisingly, he didn't berate Jibril as a heretical angel like before, nor did he view Su Mo as a Godslayer. On the contrary, he immediately knelt before Su Mo, his eyes filled with fervent faith.
"O Lord! You have finally descended upon this mortal world, finally descended before your servant! The Day of Judgment will come, and this world will surely receive salvation from Your hands!"
"Huh?" Seeing his fanatical appearance, Jibril was dumbfounded. Are you trying to steal my role?
No, wait!
"Master, it seems he's mistaken you for someone else," she realized keenly.
"He probably thinks I'm the God of the Bible. After all, although I am his creator, I didn't rewrite the myth he represents. His way of thinking is still the same as before."
Su Mo was slightly surprised, but he quickly analyzed the situation.
As the guardian deity of Christianity, bound by his Divinity, Michael could not abandon his faith just because he was created by Su Mo.
The Bible clearly states, "I came not to send peace, but a sword." In Christian doctrine, faith is above all else, naturally surpassing relationships like parents, friends, and country.
Even one's father, if a heretic, would be an enemy.
In this worldview, the status of a creator alone was not enough to earn devotion. But Michael was an angel, and according to myth, the creator of angels must be God. A monotheistic God not only could not descend as a Heretic God, but did not even exist in the Divine Realm.
Therefore, Su Mo, who had given him a second life, was regarded by Michael as an incarnation of God.
As for Su Mo's blunt words, Michael understood them, but he didn't think he was mistaken.
Just like the Son of God who descended before, it was normal for an incarnation of God to be unaware of his own identity.
In any case, it was a trinity; all glory belonged to the Lord. He just needed to obey Su Mo's commands.
And Su Mo did not hold back with the archangel he had just created.
"Michael, gather all the remains on the battlefield into the Garden of Eden and slow their time flow as much as possible. I have use for them."
"Yes, my Lord!" Michael immediately accepted his orders.
The concept of time in the Divine Realm was different from the outside world and could be manipulated. As the guardian of Eden, he did indeed possess a similar Authority within its bounds.
"By the way, is there any wine in Eden?" Su Mo suddenly asked.
"There is! Everything in Eden is your property. Please rest for a moment, my Lord. I will complete your command as quickly as possible!"
Like a gardener opening the gate for his master, Michael opened the gates of Eden with utmost reverence.
After Su Mo and Jibril entered, he raised his right arm, which was shrouded in golden light, and, as instructed by Su Mo, transported and sealed all the remains on the battlefield within the Garden of Eden.
After finishing this, he came into the garden and ordered the other angels stationed there to pick all the grapes and make wine, then personally harvested all the wheat to make unleavened bread.
"Lord Su Mo, why did you suddenly ask about this? Are you hungry?" Jibril asked curiously, grabbing a piece of flatbread and taking a bite. "Tastes okay," she commented.
"If you want to eat, you can have more."
Su Mo took the shrunken, now fist-sized and completely empty Arcane Holy Grail from Jibril's waist and tossed it to Michael.
Jibril's victory had been swift and clean, but it had also cost a lot of energy, completely draining the grail.
After receiving the Arcane Holy Grail, Michael, without needing to be asked, poured the freshly made wine into it.
With this act, the endless divine aura of Eden began to pour into the grail. In just a few minutes, the Arcane Holy Grail was not only full, but its energy had doubled.
"You can drink more of this." Su Mo handed the Arcane Holy Grail back to Jibril, as if trying to fatten her up.
Jibril, of course, would not refuse Su Mo's request. At first, she was a little confused, but when she took a large gulp of the wine, her eyes widened.
She felt the magical energy of a Godslayer suddenly appear inside her. A few more gulps, and she had gained a whole Godslayer-unit's worth of magical energy.
What was going on?
Seeing Jibril's surprised face, but unable to speak because she was nearly choking, Su Mo took the initiative to explain.
"The effects of the Eucharist are amplified to the greatest extent in the Garden of Eden."
In Christian rituals, the red wine represents the blood of God, and the unleavened wheat bread represents his body.
The so-called Holy Grail, in its original meaning, was the cup used by the Son of God, filled with red wine.
Now, the Arcane Holy Grail had finally returned to its original mythological form.
Jibril, who was partaking in the Eucharist with this divine artifact, naturally received the blessing of God.
The power of the Divine Realm-level ley line contained within Eden was absorbed by her through the Eucharist, causing Jibril to gradually grow and return to her peak state.