A sacred and ethereal voice gradually emanated from high above.
Golden sword light materialized from both sides of the canyon, accompanying this voice. The massive golden blade seemed to pass judgment upon the entire world.
With just the words "Unforgivable", all the fanatical religious followers displayed unprecedented fear. They stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as Gwen descended slowly towards them, wielding a sword blazing with orange flames.
At this moment, the flames on the long sword became extremely agitated, as if they had come into contact with something. They flickered and wavered, seemingly desperate to break free from this world.
The surrounding space began to distort from the high temperature, and even flesh could not escape its effects. When the flaming blade touched those religious followers who couldn't dodge in time, it suddenly erupted into flames.
The followers had no time to evade and were forced to endure the strike of the burning flames. Their bodies began to char all over, with pain and distortion spreading from the point of contact to their limbs.
The golden holy light on their bodies dimmed somewhat as wounds appeared. Black scabs formed wherever the flaming sword passed. Flesh merged together, constantly pushing out the heat-damaged areas, falling towards the valley floor.
Those chunks of black flesh looked incredibly filthy and blasphemous, their frantically trembling forms seemingly never knowing rest. But the burning flames, as if carrying some divine power, prevented them from regenerating their bodies.
The flames continuously licked at their flesh, breaking off chunks of meat that fell pitter-patter into the depths of the canyon. Those around who witnessed this filthy scene of the religious followers were no longer surprised. After all, they had already seen the truly filthy nature of these religious followers.
Though these followers appeared supremely holy on the surface, in reality, this holiness was merely a facade covering their chaotic filth. They were completely unworthy of being called righteous or holy.
At this time, a muffled boom resonated from high above. A shocking explosion transmitted from overhead, even the air was shaken by the blast waves, becoming extremely turbulent.
When people looked up, they saw Gwen continuously bombarding downward from high in the sky. The flaming sword in Gwen's hand had transformed into a launcher of blazing flames. Each intense blast continuously erupted from the sword blade, exploding violently in the high altitude.
Fire light shot skyward as sound waves rolled across the ground. Many foreign diplomats watching this scene covered their ears. The violent air vibrations made these ordinary people with no power feel extremely helpless. They just wanted to block out some of the noise.
What was up with this married couple? Why did they both love explosions so much? They truly lived up to being husband and wife!
Meanwhile, admiration shone in the knights' gazes. Great Knight Gwen's righteous bearing truly left them in awe. Both visually, and in their hearts that sought to maintain justice.
Gwen continued her assault, with golden light intertwined with searing heat dancing across the bodies of those religious followers, leaving wounds to varying degrees. Those holy angels' twisted bodies were marked with filthy scars. Some even had their arms severed.
At the cross-sections, black corrupted flesh continuously writhed, exposed to the air. Blood gushed forth, accompanied by heavy, muffled breathing that echoed throughout the space. Foul-smelling blood continued to spray as countless twisted tentacles thrashed wildly at the wounds.
At this moment, the collectively wounded religious followers became delirious. As if falling into prolonged madness, obscure language emerged from their mouths. With some viscosity, they difficultly uttered a few words:
"God...dess?"
"No... not the Goddess."
Indeed. In the consciousness of the religious followers, how could the true Goddess attack her faithful followers? They had never believed they had done anything wrong.
And when Gwen attacked them, it proved that Gwen was definitely not the true Goddess. At least, the current Gwen definitely was not.
The true Goddess should possess no emotions, treating the world fairly and justly, suppressing all conflicts and evil.
Therefore—
They were willing to correct Gwen's twisted thoughts, reshaping her back into the Goddess form they loved.
At this moment, the religious followers flapped their golden flesh wings made of tentacles. Ten angels simultaneously fixed their dangerous gazes on Gwen.
Light waves continuously burst forth between the followers' waving tentacles, constantly converging. The powerful force seemed to tear rifts in the surrounding space.
In that instant, countless golden light waves rained down, continuously attacking towards Gwen.
Facing such numerous attacks made Gwen feel somewhat strained. After all, she wasn't Viktor, unable to handle things as gracefully and effortlessly as he could.
Even though their individual power was weak, the sheer overwhelming numbers could still cause a qualitative change. Before long, several wounds appeared on Gwen's body.
But Gwen didn't fail to counterattack. She sought opportunities, rapidly spinning the flame great sword in her hand, bringing with it towering flames that cleaved the incoming waves in half.
However, the attacks were simply too dense. Under the fierce assault, fatigue inadvertently crept up her body. Yet she still shone with golden light, having not suffered much injury.
Seeing this, the religious followers also realized something was wrong. They needed to become even stronger to correct the Goddess's twisted thoughts.
So in the next second, golden chains once again emanated from their ankles. But this time, the chains didn't bind anyone. They simply interconnected their bodies.
Click! Click! Click!
When the ten two-winged angels connected their chains together, their bodies gradually transformed into fluorescence, continuously radiating an enormous new form within a golden light cluster.
Boom!
Golden light crashed down, causing countless people to involuntarily close their eyes. When they opened their eyes again that moment, the ten angels had vanished.
In their place, a more massive being appeared in the sky above. Its flesh had become more chaotic and incredibly huge.
Countless tentacles intertwined and interlocked, innumerable densely packed eyes opened, staring fixedly at Gwen before them. Holy light enveloped its defiled body, which had grown even larger, seemingly able to touch the deep sky.
The flesh wings on its back had also completely broken free from their restraints. Another four pairs suddenly extended from the defiled flesh.
A single twisted follower angel was the collective consciousness of ten thousand religious followers. And now this six-winged angel-like religious follower that had formed was like a hundred thousand followers appearing simultaneously.
It stood in the sky, as if covering the entire firmament. With absolute majesty and holy light, it emanated an unstoppable presence towards the world below.
At that moment, countless people stared at it with blank expressions. Before anyone could say a word, the six-winged angel had already adjusted its state.
Its body convulsed, launching an absolutely terrifying attack at Gwen. Light gathered within the angel's body, as if about to explode. Finally, it slowly overflowed.
Space seemed to transform into a golden ocean, with even the shattered void rifts being submerged by this majestic figure and brilliant radiance.
The power released by the angel completely enveloped the entire space, carrying bright and unavoidable light, directly pressing towards Gwen.
She could only helplessly swing her sword, struggling to block the attacks that surged forth like a tide.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, as if they themselves were bearing this terrible attack.
Suddenly, several shocking pillars of fire wrapped in magma abruptly rose before Gwen.
The waves of heat even distorted space, with flames and ashes intertwining, frantically flying around the fire pillars.
The air scorched, and the originally black clouds seemed to be ignited, taking on a crimson hue.
[Flame Severance of Wrath]
The moment everyone present saw this attack, they were almost simultaneously dumbfounded.
Including Princess Aurelianne.
Such an astonishing level of magic. Among those present, almost only one person could achieve this.
People looked behind Gwen.
And then, they all saw him.
At some point, Viktor had floated back into the air, his coat wildly fluttering with the heat waves.
In one hand he held an empty glass bottle he had just drained, while in the other, he gripped his staff.
The magic just now had been released from his hand.
"You seem to have forgotten something."
Viktor casually tossed the glass bottle, which was thrown into the valley crevice.
The crevice was so deep that the shattering sound from the bottom couldn't be heard for a long time.
But this didn't matter anymore, Viktor simply raised his staff with one hand.
Speaking with an extremely calm tone, he confidently said:
"This battle is a contest between you and me."
"The Goddess you believe in has already placed her faith in me."
As his words gradually fell, each word was like nails being driven into the angel's heart.
The angel bathed in golden light was looking at those eternally burning pillars of fire.
Upon hearing Viktor's words, its flesh suddenly tightened in extreme pain.
As if its faith had been shattered.
And at this moment, on Viktor's staff.
A phantom scale began to sway once again.
When the angels appeared before the world, it seemed like a holy descent.
They transformed into their current form.
[Righteous Posture]
But only Viktor knew the filth lurking behind their holiness.
The justice of the religious followers was false, was obsessive.
It was not recognized by any true justice.
In the hundreds of years since the Goddess's departure.
These fanatical religious followers abandoned their flesh, leaving only thoughts and souls.
Their thoughts achieved high uniformity, all for the Goddess's return.
However, the Goddess would never accept such evil.
In the future when divinity descended, the Goddess slaughtered all these religious followers who acted for her sake to atone for her mistakes.
So, laughably.
To execute the justice in their hearts, they scattered evil thoughts throughout the world.
Such actions wrongly distorted the Goddess's teachings.
The scale continued to sway, measuring the holy objects before Viktor.
However...
[Justice Value <80, Measurement Failed]
[Justice Value <50, Measurement Failed]
[Justice Value <20, Measurement Failed]
[Justice Value <0, Measurement Failed]
The Goddess's absolutely righteous sect required a Justice Value of 100 to join.
But in this righteous sect, the religious followers who sought to resurrect the Goddess and spread her justice throughout the world.
They couldn't even meet the most basic justice requirements.
They were no longer righteous.
They were just evil thoughts wearing the empty shell of justice, using any means necessary.
And such evil existence would maximize the power of [Divine Judgment].
Therefore.
When Viktor raised his black staff high, countless complex formation arrays began rapidly rotating behind him,
He laughed mockingly, his voice gradually rising with a hint of derision:
"I quite like how you've all merged together."
"This way, I can—"
"Cut you all down in one strike."
As his words fell, a huge figure slowly emerged from above the canyon.
The enormous body was quickly constructed - it was a true deity.
Wearing a mask covering half her face, clad entirely in black armor, one hand gripping a holy sword, the other holding the scales of justice.
Now, she hovered in the sky, those massive black wings on her back fluttering slightly.
Her enormous form seemed to already touch the sky, gradually filling the entire canyon.
Though her eyes couldn't be seen, an incomparable majesty transmitted into everyone's hearts.
The six-winged angel sensed this familiar power, but this time, it could take no action.
True judgment carried icy majesty, firmly locking onto its holy yet filthy form.
And at that instant.
Countless people noticed.
The black-clad Goddess of Justice appeared behind Gwen, floating majestically.
Even the armor and attire she wore were almost identical to Gwen's.
With the reappearance of divine power.
Holy radiance enveloped the world, spilling light into every corner.
Gwen gripped the flame great sword in her hand, raising it high above her head.
The huge black Goddess also followed Gwen's action, gripping the black sword's hilt with both hands, raising it high.
The pure white wings behind Gwen and the Justice Goddess's black wings seemed to clash together.
Like a tiny daylight in darkness, just one glance could make everyone feel extraordinary
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