A sacred and ethereal voice gradually emanated from the high sky.
Golden sword light, accompanied by this sound, materialized from both sides of the canyon.
The enormous golden blade seemed to be judging the entire world.
The mere phrase "unforgivable" instilled unprecedented fear in all the fanatical believers.
They stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as Gwen, gripping the orange-flaming blade, slowly plummeted toward them.
This moment.
The flames on the longsword seemed to have been contaminated by something, becoming extremely agitated.
It flapped and swayed its body, as if it couldn't wait to leave the world.
The surrounding space began to distort due to the high temperature, and even flesh and blood could not escape it.
The flaming blade exploded into flames the moment it touched the believers who had no time to dodge.
The believers had no time to dodge and took the full force of the blazing fire.
An unbearable burning sensation spread through his entire body, and pain and contortion began the moment of contact, spreading to his limbs.
The golden holy light emanating from them dimmed somewhat as wounds appeared.
Black scabs were left wherever the flaming blade had struck.
Flesh and blood mingled together, constantly squeezing out the hot, injured parts, causing them to fall towards the bottom of the valley.
Those clumps of black flesh looked incredibly filthy and blasphemous, and the wildly trembling body seemed never to stop.
The flames that could ignite seemed to possess some kind of sacred power, making it impossible for them to regenerate their bodies.
The flesh was constantly licked by the flames, breaking into pieces that fell into the depths of the canyon with a thud.
Those around them were no longer surprised by the sordid scene unfolding before them, which was behaving in a disgusting manner.
After all, they had already seen the truly filthy side of these believers.
Don't be fooled by the seemingly holy appearance of these believers.
But in reality, these sacred things are merely used to cover up their chaotic and filthy surface.
They are not worthy of being called justice and holiness.
At that moment, a muffled, loud noise came from high above.
A tremendous explosion came from overhead, shaking the very air and causing it to become incredibly chaotic as it was swept up by the shockwave.
When everyone looked up, they saw Gwen bombarding the ground from high above.
In Gwen's hands, the flaming blade seemed to transform into a projectile of intense flames.
Each burst of intense heat erupted from the blade, exploding suddenly in the sky.
Flames soared into the sky, and sound waves swept across the land.
Countless foreign ministers covered their ears as they watched the scene unfold.
The violent air tremors made these ordinary people, who had little strength, feel incredibly powerless.
They just wanted to block out as much noise as possible.
What's going on with this couple? Why do they both seem to love playing with explosives more than the other?
They really are a perfect couple!
The knights' eyes also shone with admiration.
Grand Knight Gwen's righteous stance truly shocked them.
Whether it's their visual perception or their desire to uphold justice.
Gwen continued her attacks, golden light carrying intense heat as it traveled across the bodies of the believers, leaving wounds of varying degrees.
The twisted bodies of those holy angels were covered with filthy wounds.
Even worse, some had an arm cut off.
Beneath that cross-section, black, filthy flesh was writhing and exposed to the air.
Blood gushed out, accompanied by heavy, muffled breathing that echoed throughout the space.
Foul-smelling blood gushed out continuously, and countless twisted, coalesced tentacles thrashed wildly across the wound.
At this moment, the believers, who were collectively injured, were in a daze.
As if caught in a prolonged frenzy, obscure language emanated from their mouths.
With a slightly sticky consistency, he managed to utter a few words with difficulty:
"goddess?"
"No... she's not a goddess."
That's right.
In the consciousness of believers.
How could a true goddess possibly attack her faithful followers?
They never thought they had done anything wrong.
When Gwen attacked them, it proved that Gwen was definitely not a true goddess.
At least, Gwen is definitely not like that now.
A true goddess should not possess any emotions.
Treat the world fairly and justly, and suppress all conflict and evil.
so--
They were willing to correct Gwen's twisted mind and reshape her back into the goddess they loved.
At that moment, the believers began to flap the golden fleshy wings formed by the tentacles.
Ten angels simultaneously turned their dangerous gazes toward Gwen.
Light waves continuously burst forth from between the believer's swaying tentacles, converging over time.
The immense power seemed to tear cracks in the surrounding space.
At that moment, countless golden waves of light rained down on Gwen.
Faced with such a barrage of attacks, Gwen felt somewhat overwhelmed.
She wasn't Viktor after all, and couldn't be as elegant and at ease as Viktor.
Even though their power is weak, their sheer numbers can still cause a qualitative change.
Before long, Gwen had several wounds on her body.
But Gwen did fight back.
She looked for an opportunity, her flaming greatsword spinning rapidly, carrying towering flames, and cleaved the oncoming wave in two.
However, the attacks were far too frequent.
Under the relentless onslaught, exhaustion crept over her body unnoticed.
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