Chapter 320
Chapter 320: Drained Dry by His Goddess Wife
Gwen spread her noble white wings wide, bathed in brilliant golden light.
The silver armor on her body reflected dazzling points of light, while the orange blade in her hand crackled and spat with flame.
Her composed eyes slowly overflowed with a pressure that commanded authority without needing to assert itself.
The sacred aura suddenly compressed the chaotic space around her back into a barrier of order.
That ethereal, melodious voice gradually rose from all around—
As though it had merged into the golden radiance, reaching everyone's ears through their eyes.
The entire Gorge was filled with a serene calm that lingered and refused to leave.
Even the black clouds high in the sky gradually stilled their churning turbulence.
As though struck by awe, they froze in the sight of all who watched.
The Knights took in every last note of this ethereal, sacred sound.
Their panicked, terrified hearts seemed to be swept by a gentle spring breeze carrying warmth.
One by one, they calmed from their agitation, feeling as though their minds had been purified from top to bottom.
If those fanatical Devotees could simply tamper with the thoughts of others—magnifying the wicked impulses of innocent people a hundredfold—
Could even drive people into madness and twisted states of mind—
Then Gwen before them now was as though a true Goddess of Justice had descended upon the world: pure, sacred, and inviolable.
Sweeping away every trace of filth, exterminating every last vestige of evil.
Auréliane's limbs were rigid as stone, her expression frozen just the same.
She stared blankly at Gwen, golden light shimmering in the depths of her eyes.
Gwen stood at Viktor's side—
In a manner this sacred.
She couldn't help but feel a tangled mix of emotions in her heart, a persistent sting of bitterness.
When Teacher Viktor faced difficulty—
Teacher Gwen was the one standing by his side to help him.
While she herself could only wait for Teacher Viktor to help her.
Auréliane couldn't help it—she felt a wave of envy.
It was a longing, for power.
At the same time—
Watching Gwen—who was like the descent of a Goddess—Viktor's lips curved into a faint smile.
He was very satisfied.
The Truth of the Great Prosperity had absorbed all of Weija's Magic Power, converting that staggering, sky-filling Magic Power into the strength of 【Grand Prosperity】.
Pushing it to its absolute limit, transforming it into a supreme aura.
And Viktor had not used it for himself—instead, he had channeled it through Weija to forge for Gwen her own 【Stairway to Godhood】.
That was why—
Gwen at this moment was as though a divine being.
【Grand Prosperity】 had elevated her by an enormous degree; on top of that, this staff itself already contained a portion of the Goddess of Justice's divine power.
That divine power was an extraordinarily perfect fit for Gwen.
Add to that the presence of those golden-blazing justice angels in the field.
The sacred light they radiated had awakened the deeper conviction within Gwen's heart.
With countless conditions all compounding upon one another, everything seemed like coincidence, everything seemed like fate.
They came together to allow Gwen to complete this sacred 【Stairway to Godhood】.
Not a single condition could be removed, and yet they had all come together with breathtaking precision.
That was also why Viktor had said from the start—
That he was waiting for these Devotees to show themselves willingly.
And now, those Devotees were all frozen in place.
In their eyes, they seemed to have truly seen the form of the Goddess they had longed for all along.
They were overwhelmed with excitement; their sacred bodies began to stir, letting out waves of distorted shrieks.
Even the wings behind them seemed to have lost control of their shape, with black tentacles gradually breaking loose and swaying wildly high in the sky.
As though they were celebrating the descent of the Goddess in their hearts.
And yet, simultaneously, they felt from Gwen an inexplicable sense of dread.
Through the covered gaze of Gwen's eyes, they could only sense a faint golden light—steadily watching them.
That detachment and coldness, within the blazing blade, was strikingly ironic.
A powerful intent of judgment gradually locked onto those fanatical Devotees.
Before long, the chaotic angels enveloped in golden light finally sensed something was wrong.
How could the Goddess they revered treat them this way?
The next second, they caught sight of Viktor—still bound by chains at the center, surrounded on all sides.
The angels quickly realized that perhaps Viktor had corrupted their sacred Goddess.
And so, simultaneously, they shuddered and launched an attack against Viktor.
The golden, twisted bodies began to convulse; the flesh and blood dragged at the chains binding Viktor, pulling him aloft, suspending him in midair.
The chains rapidly overflowed with light, as though ceaselessly struggling against the surging Magic Power within Viktor's body, straining tight with all their force.
Viktor hung suspended like that—as helpless as a fish on a chopping board.
But his face showed not a trace of fear or terror.
He remained calm and composed, as though everything was entirely within his expectations.
The angels swiftly beat their flesh wings; the golden aura rapidly spread into the high sky, forming a dazzling swirling vortex.
Ten thousand streams of golden light cascaded down like a downpour of rain.
Looking closely, those raindrops were clearly glittering golden blades—pounding ceaselessly toward the ground below.
And those tens of thousands of golden blades—the moment they touched Viktor, who had no means of protecting himself—
Feared to bring Viktor an end of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.
Death without question!
Watching the scene before them, everyone's heart leapt straight into their throats.
Tension passed through their entire bodies like a numbing current of lightning, rooting them to the spot—even their breathing went still.
But all at once, Gwen spread those pure white wings and sent a wave of golden light flowing beneath her feathers.
She was right behind Viktor; she reached both arms around Viktor's neck and drew him into her embrace.
At the same time, the gold-streaked white wings wrapped tightly around him, sealing him in completely.
The golden blades, the instant they touched those broad white feathers, shattered in 2—and dispersed completely into the air.
The golden downpour went on for a very long time, and yet the wings remained steady and unscathed.
The downpour gradually ceased; the enormous pure-white wings shook quickly toward the sky, then slowly rose—
The surrounding air currents surged abruptly, scattering every trace of golden powder in all directions.
Countless points of light shimmered across the sky, like a sea of stars tumbling beneath those low, heavy black clouds—unfolding before the eyes of all.
And upon Viktor's body, not even half a wound could be found.
Gwen lowered her head and looked around Viktor.
Then, she raised the longsword burning with orange flame and cleaved downward at the chains coiled around Viktor's body.
A single strike—and every last one was severed!
The instant the chains broke, the chaotic golden fragments burst outward, likewise scattering into drifting points of light across the sky.
And Viktor, freed from his bindings, felt a wave of instability wash over his body.
Feeling a surge of weakness, he couldn't help but sway—and toppled backward.
But Gwen was right behind him.
With that topple, Viktor fell in the most natural way—collapsing into Gwen's arms.
The sight was witnessed by all present, drawing a wave of startled gasps.
Viktor couldn't be bothered to care what those around him might think.
Right now, he was genuinely too weak—and had been forced to lie in Gwen's arms.
After all, Gwen had drained every last bit of Magic Power from within him.
That was precisely why she had been able to attain such a sacred form.
Although the source of this Magic Power was Weija, Weija and Viktor shared a link—which meant it had effectively been transferred out from within his own body.
A massive amount of Magic Power had been extracted, and even Viktor was struggling to bear it.
To say nothing of Weija.
Its feathers had gone pale, as though they had lost their color—a faint white washing over them.
The weakened Weija could no longer lift its own body and could only sprawl beside Viktor's ear, parting its beak softly to speak:
"If it weren't for you, I never would have imagined—"
"That one day, I would actually end up helping the Goddess of Justice."
Viktor lay slumped in Gwen's arms and smiled faintly—though he barely had enough strength left to even reply to Weija.
Right now, this was probably his weakest state.
The Magic Power around him had been sealed off; Viktor even needed to rely on Weija's Magic Power just to barely sustain his own Magic.
And with his Magic Power given entirely to Gwen, he had completely lost his strength.
In a state like this, Viktor would likely be helpless to resist whatever was done to him.
Even the lightest shove could knock him down.
If any enemy wished to come and exact revenge, now would be the perfect opportunity.
And yet—
Viktor would never place himself in a position of absolute danger.
The weakened Viktor summoned the effort to lift his eyelids, gazing at the aura of authority radiating from Gwen's composed and stern expression, and couldn't help but smile faintly.
When the righteous Gwen appeared in the sight of all—
It meant he had already secured absolute safety.
Gwen slowly laid Viktor down upon the transparent magical staircase; flowing Magic Power gradually seeped into Viktor's body, restoring his strength.
And the Gwen who stood back up—the justice in her eyes seemed to carry a few other emotions now.
Something that looked like... a blaze of fury.
"You."
"Cannot be forgiven."
A calm, flat voice—yet somehow, it was wrapped in a very clear anger.
The flame seemed about to swallow itself whole.
The sacred spirit's aura burst open like a bomb in a sealed space, rapidly detonating outward.
Vast divine intent swept across the sky, carrying a terrifying oppressive pressure.
The golden points of light drifting through the air gradually transformed into razor-sharp, terrifying shards—piercing and shattering every last trace of impurity.
Like a silver beast awakening, carrying boundless fury, poised to devour everything before it.
Between the beast's sharp claws, orange blazing flames ignited—the same color as the flame on the blade in Gwen's hand.
Before long, the burning blade began to shift and transform, drawing every point of light into the sword's body.
A golden, sacred greatsword—carrying towering fury—was on the verge of breaking free from the silver beast's bindings.
In this moment, every last Devotee froze.
The instant they sensed Gwen's oppressive force and fury, they understood completely.
The Goddess they had devoted themselves to.
The Goddess who should have felt no emotion whatsoever.
Had grown angry.