A sacred and ethereal voice gradually spilled down from the high sky.
Golden sword light appeared along with that voice, forming from both sides of the canyon.
The enormous golden blade seemed as if it were judging the entire world.
Just the single sentence "Unforgivable" made all the fanatical believers show fear like never before.
They froze stiffly in place, watching helplessly as Gwen pulled the sword blade burning with orange flames and slowly descended toward them.
At this moment, the flames on the long sword seemed to have touched something, becoming extremely restless.
They fluttered and swayed, as if impatient to break free from the world.
The surrounding space began to twist from the intense heat, and even flesh could not escape it.
The flaming blade exploded into a burst of fire the instant it touched those believers who were too late to dodge.
The believers had no time to evade and directly endured the strike of the burning flames.
Their entire bodies began to scorch, pain and distortion spreading from the point of contact to their limbs.
The golden holy light on their bodies dimmed slightly as wounds appeared.
Wherever the flaming blade passed, black scabs were left behind.
Flesh and blood mixed together, constantly squeezing out the parts injured by the high temperature and falling toward the bottom of the valley.
Those clumps of black flesh looked incredibly filthy and blasphemous, their frenzied trembling bodies seeming as if they would never stop moving.
But the burning flames seemed to carry some kind of sacred power, preventing them from restoring their bodies at all.
Their flesh was continuously licked by the flames, tearing off piece after piece, dropping with soft thuds deep into the canyon.
The people around them were no longer surprised by the disgusting sight of the believers in front of them.
After all, they had already seen the true filthy appearance of these believers.
Don't be fooled by how sacred these believers looked on the surface.
In reality, that holiness was nothing more than a cover hiding their chaotic and filthy nature.
They were not worthy of being called justice or holiness.
A dull boom came from the sky above.
A shocking explosion echoed overhead. The air itself trembled, stirred by the shockwaves into wild chaos.
Everyone looked up and saw Gwen in the sky, constantly bombing downward.
The flaming sword in Gwen's hand seemed to have turned into a launcher of blazing fire.
Every burst of intense heat shot out from the blade and exploded violently in the air.
Flames shot toward the heavens, and the sound waves swept across the ground.
Countless foreign ministers watching the scene quickly covered their ears.
The violent trembling of the air made these ordinary people with little strength feel extremely powerless.
They just wanted to block out as much noise as possible.
'What exactly is wrong with this couple? Why do both of them love playing with explosions so much?'
'Damn, they really are husband and wife!'
The knights' eyes were also shining with admiration.
The righteous stance of Grand Knight Gwen truly shocked them.
Both visually and in their hearts that longed to uphold justice.
Gwen continued attacking. Golden light carried scorching heat as it swept across the believers' bodies, leaving wounds of various sizes.
The twisted bodies of those holy angels were left with filthy scars one after another.
Some even had an entire arm cut off.
At the cross-section, black and filthy flesh kept writhing, exposed directly to the air.
Blood spurted out, accompanied by heavy and dull gasps that echoed through the entire space.
Foul-smelling blood kept spraying everywhere. Countless twisted tentacles gathered together, thrashing wildly over the wounds.
At this moment, the collectively injured believers became dazed.
It was as if they had fallen into a long madness. Obscure language came from their mouths.
With a sticky sound, they struggled to spit out a word, "God… dess?"
"No… not the goddess."
That's right.
In the believers' consciousness, how could the true goddess possibly attack them, her loyal followers?
They had never believed they had done anything wrong.
And once Gwen attacked them, it meant Gwen absolutely could not be the true goddess.
At least, the current Gwen definitely was not.
A true goddess should not possess any emotions.
She should treat the world with fairness and justice, suppressing all conflict and evil.
Therefore...
they were willing to correct Gwen's twisted thinking and reshape her back into the goddess they loved.
At this moment, the believers flapped their golden flesh wings made from twisted tentacles.
Ten angels simultaneously turned their dangerous gaze toward Gwen.
Light waves exploded from between the swaying tentacles of the believers, constantly gathering together.
That powerful force seemed to tear cracks in the surrounding space.
In that moment, countless golden waves of light rained down toward Gwen.
Facing such a large number of attacks, Gwen began to feel strained.
After all, she wasn't Viktor. She couldn't move with the same elegant ease he had.
Even though their power was weak, the overwhelming quantity could still create a qualitative change.
Before long, several wounds had already appeared on Gwen's body.
But Gwen wasn't without counterattacks.
She searched for opportunities. The flaming greatsword in her hand spun rapidly, carrying overwhelming fire as it sliced the incoming waves in half.
However, the attacks were simply too dense.
Under the fierce barrage, fatigue slowly crept into her body.
Yet she still shone with dazzling golden light and hadn't suffered many serious injuries.
Seeing this, the believers realized something was wrong.
They had to become stronger to correct the goddess's twisted thoughts.
So in the next second, golden chains appeared once again around their ankles.
But this time, the chains did not bind anyone.
They simply embedded the chains into their own bodies.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
The moment the ten two-winged angels connected their chains together, their bodies gradually turned into glowing light, forming a massive new body that shone within a golden sphere.
BOOM!
Golden light burst out, making countless people shut their eyes.
And when they opened them again... the ten angels had disappeared.
In their place, a far larger existence floated in the sky.
Its flesh had become even more chaotic and enormous.
Countless tentacles intertwined with each other. Dense eyes opened one after another, staring fixedly at Gwen.
Holy light enveloped its filthy body, making it even larger, as if it could reach the deep sky itself.
The flesh wings behind it completely broke free from restraint.
From the filthy flesh, four additional pairs suddenly extended.
One twisted believer angel was the collective mind of ten thousand believers.
And now the believer that had combined into something like a six-winged angel was like one hundred thousand believers appearing at the same time.
It stood in the sky, as if covering the entire firmament.
With absolute majesty and holy light, it released an unstoppable presence toward the world below.
Countless people stared at it in a daze.
Before anyone could even say a word, the six-winged angel had already adjusted itself.
Its body twitched and launched a terrifying attack toward Gwen.
Light gathered inside the angel's body, as if it were about to explode.
Then slowly, it began to overflow.
Space seemed to turn into a golden ocean. Even the shattered cracks in the void were drowned by that towering figure and brilliant radiance.
The power released by the angel completely covered the entire space, pressing toward Gwen with bright light that could not be avoided.
She could only helplessly swing the sword in her hand, doing her best to block the tide-like attacks.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, as if they themselves were the ones enduring the terrifying assault.
Suddenly, several astonishing pillars of fire wrapped in molten lava erupted in front of Gwen.
Waves of heat twisted the surrounding space. Flames and ashes tangled together, swirling wildly around the pillars.
The air burned. Even the originally dark clouds seemed ignited, now streaked with crimson.
[Flame Severance's Hatred]
The moment everyone present recognized the attack, they were almost all stunned.
Including Aurelian.
Magic of this level... among everyone present, only one person could perform it.
People looked behind Gwen.
And then they all saw it.
At some unknown moment, Viktor had once again floated into the air, his windbreaker whipping wildly in the heat waves.
One hand held an empty glass bottle he had just finished drinking from, while the other held a staff.
The magic just now had been released from his hand.
"It seems you forgot something."
Viktor casually tossed the glass bottle away, throwing it into a crack in the canyon.
The fissure was so deep that the sound of it breaking at the bottom could not be heard for a long time.
But that no longer mattered. Viktor simply raised his staff with one hand.
With an extremely calm tone, he said confidently, "This battle is between me and you."
"The goddess you worship has already come to believe in me."
As his voice slowly fell, every word felt like a steel nail stabbing into the angel's heart.
The angel bathed in golden light looked toward the eternally burning pillars of fire.
Hearing Viktor's words, its flesh suddenly twisted painfully, as if its faith had shattered.
At that moment, on Viktor's staff, a phantom scale appeared again, gently swaying.
When the angels first appeared before the world, it had seemed like a sacred descent.
They had transformed into their current appearance.
[Justice Form]
But only Viktor knew the filth hidden behind their so-called holiness.
The believers' justice was hypocritical and obsessive. It was not justice recognized by any true righteousness.
After the goddess left, for hundreds of years, these fanatical believers abandoned their bodies, leaving only thought and soul.
Their thoughts became highly unified, existing only for the return of the goddess.
But the goddess was destined never to accept such sin.
In the future when the gods descended, the goddess, regretting her mistakes, slaughtered all these believers who had followed her.
So ironically, in order to carry out the justice in their hearts, they spread evil across the world.
Because of this, they had wrongly twisted the goddess's teachings.
The scale kept swaying, measuring the sacred thing 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 absolute justice sect required a justice value of 100 to join.
Yet the believers within this so-called righteous sect, who tried to revive the goddess and spread her justice across the world, could not even meet the most basic standard.
They were no longer justice.
They were merely evil thoughts wrapped in the empty shell of justice, willing to use any means.
And for such evil existences, the power of Divine Judgment would reach its maximum.
So...
when Viktor raised the pitch-black staff in his hand and countless complex magic circles behind him began spinning rapidly, he laughed teasingly, his voice carrying a trace of mockery, "I actually like it when you combine together like this."
"That way I can..."
"Cut you all down in one strike."
As his voice fell, a massive figure slowly appeared above the canyon.
The enormous body was quickly constructed.
It was a true god.
Wearing a half-mask that covered part of the face, clad entirely in black armor, holding a sacred sword in one hand and the scales of justice in the other.
She floated high in the sky, the massive black wings behind her gently moving.
Her immense body seemed able to touch the sky itself, gradually filling the entire canyon.
Although her eyes could not be seen, an overwhelming majesty spread into everyone's hearts.
The six-winged angel sensed that familiar power. And this time, it could not move at all.
The true intent of judgment carried cold authority, locking tightly onto its sacred yet filthy body.
And at that moment, countless people noticed something.
The pitch-black Goddess of Justice appeared behind Gwen, floating with dignified calm.
Even the armor she wore looked almost exactly the same as Gwen's.
As the sacred power appeared once again, holy radiance covered the world, scattering light into every corner.
Gwen gripped the flaming greatsword in her hand and raised it high above her head.
The massive black goddess followed Gwen's movement, grasping the hilt of the black blade with both hands and lifting it high.
Gwen's white wings and the Goddess of Justice's black wings seemed to collide behind them.
Like a small piece of daylight within darkness. Just one glance filled everyone with awe.
The Goddess of Justice raised the black sacred sword overhead, and Gwen also lifted the giant blade burning with orange flames.
In an instant, massive orange fire burst out violently, golden light absorbed into Gwen's sword.
The enormous orange flames had already turned into a sacred blade, the towering fiery sword body filling nearly half the canyon.
The two colors merged together, covering the sky like an ocean drowning the entire valley.
Viktor also swung the staff in his hand toward the six-winged angel ahead.
The air suddenly exploded, releasing a heavy vibration.
As if announcing the attack, the Goddess of Justice swung her sword, tearing space apart with mysterious power, carving a massive crack into the void.
At the moment the sword swung, time seemed to freeze, everything stopping within that instant.
At almost the same time, Gwen also brought down the orange flames without hesitation.
The blazing fire cut a dazzling mark through space, as if even space itself had been burned and twisted.
An incomparably intense light burst out from the torn space, revealing a brilliant white radiance stretching for thousands of miles.
That light seemed like the purest brightness in heaven and earth, releasing an unbearably scorching aura.
Under the illumination of that white light, everything around became blurred.
People instinctively covered their eyes. They could no longer look directly at the terrifying brilliance.
Sound was completely torn apart, leaving only boundless silence drifting within the daylight-like glow.
The entire valley was swallowed by the light, becoming a silent world.
And within that silent world, only Viktor's calm voice echoed.
Like a mysterious melody slowly flowing through the air, "Divine Judgment, Chaotic Trial of Light and Darkness"