You are all my wings!

Lyon then introduced:

"For example, in ancient times, we humans had already evolved vast wisdom and were born with spiritual power. Naturally, we also had gods and were once powerful, known as a race of natural magicians. It was not until a certain god whose name cannot be directly called sealed off the path for the intelligent species on the continent to awaken spiritual power that we humans began to decline. It was not until the god Astalia descended more than 10,000 years ago and the demigod Horsha appeared more than 4,000 years ago that our current situation as humans is stable."

Orpheus, hearing that Leon's words implied praise for the demigod Horthy, couldn't help but give Leon a quick kiss on the cheek, and said happily:

"You know so much, darling."

Leon wanted to reply with qw, but seeing that the magic crystal had shattered completely while they were talking and the dragon's body had become more solid, he gently nudged her with his shoulder, indicating that they should focus on the important thing ahead.

Half a minute later, the dazzling magical light on the magic circle disappeared completely.

The slender body of the Void Flame Red Dragon also solidified completely. With a gentle tremor, the Dragon Slayer Sword turned into powder and dissipated on the ground, clearly indicating that all its important properties had been extracted.

Then, as the dragon's body solidified, she began the next transformation, turning from a dragon into a naked, graceful female body. Divine light shone continuously on the surface of her skin, but the specific details of the transformation were not visible.

However, this female body seems to be...

She was less than 1.6 meters tall, only half a head taller than Maggie, and looked like a young girl of fifteen or sixteen. She was slender and graceful. Judging from her appearance alone, she was about the same age as Iris. She had a small and delicate oval face, and her skin was as white as moonlight. Her cheeks had a slight blush, and her whole body was constantly glowing.

She looked young, yet her demeanor was dignified and gentle. Her eyes were slightly closed, her eyebrows were slightly arched, and she smiled gently at the corners of her mouth.

A faint gold semi-rhomboid or semi-conical gold foil mark between her brows added a touch of simple majesty to her, inspiring admiration while also unconsciously maintaining a certain distance.

'Could it be that the resurrection energy is still insufficient, or that the Dragon Slayer Sword is only legendary-grade, not strong enough to form a solid foundation for her resurrected body, thus only able to manifest a small portion of Astalia's form?'

As Lyon pondered, a series of update notifications appeared on the panel.

[Breita's hidden personal quest "Astalia's Redemption" completion rate +70%, current completion rate 100%, reward available]

[Magic Power +60, learned Saint-level King-rank magic, Divine Revival]

[Breita's main quest "The Chosen One" completion rate +18%, current completion rate 100%]

[Magic Power +25, learned advanced Holy Magic, Advanced Holy Prayer]

[You have completed three quests for the character Britta and finished the main quest, and you have obtained Britta's hidden talent: Holy Body]

[Effects: Can freely convert magic into holy energy; can invoke the authority of various gods across different ranks; can possess an immaculate body, immune to most curses and poisons]

[This hidden talent requires a 100% affinity rating to be available. The higher the character's affinity, the higher the talent's development rate (maximum 200%, each point above 100% increases the development rate by 1 point)].

【主要属性：窥命力40/神圣能量容纳量7/精神力67/生命力121/魔力量379/体力167/力量150/敏捷167】

boom!!!!!

My magic power increased by 85 points in one go!

Lyon, still at the fourth rank, now possessed more magic power than even the legendary peak-level Bai Shaqilai, reaching more than nine times that of a fourth-rank character, which was quite terrifying.

Of course, although his total magic power is more than that of Bai Shaqilai, due to the support of the seventh rank and another sixth rank profession, and the accumulation over the years, Bai Shaqilai can cast king-level magic with just a little magic power. In this respect, Leon is far from being able to do so and needs to continue to advance in rank.

But without a doubt, if it were just a contest of high-level magic, he could probably suppress many weaker legendary spellcasters.

Once he learns perfect-level king-level or even perfect-level legendary magic, he will truly have the ability to contend with, and even defeat, legendary masters for a long time.

However, this unprecedented massive increase also caused an astonishing magical light to flash around Leon's body, like a bright flame leaping and surging around him, expanding to six or seven meters wide in an instant, even approaching the resurrection magic circle.

This startled Ophimasso.

"Such a strong magical aura, could it be that Lyon's symptoms have worsened again?"

Without saying a word, and without even seeing Leon's pained expression, she hugged him tightly and started kissing him passionately.

Smack, smack.

Lyon was helpless. Now that the god had been resurrected, he didn't want to try anything funny. But since things had come to this, he could only close his eyes and enjoy Ophimasso's ardent and wetness.

Thus, he once again entered the Deep Miracle Mode.

Suddenly, the light in front of her changed, transforming into a simple nun's robe with a white background and blue trim, without any embellishment, which covered Astalia's body.

Her entire body was completely covered, and her previously slender feet were immediately concealed by the floor-length nun's gown, leaving only a graceful outline visible.

At this moment, Leon noticed that Britta was swaying precariously, as if her physical strength and magic had been completely depleted due to the resurrection ritual just now.

Just as he was about to step forward to support Britta, the goddess Astalia slightly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of eyes as white as the bright moon. A thorn pattern flashed gently in her eyes, and then, an invisible force supported Britta from beneath her, allowing her to stand firmly.

"Breita, thank you for your hard work these past three years."

The goddess Astalia nodded, revealing a serene smile.

Her voice was as clear and melodious as a stream flowing through an empty valley, and as pure as the sound of bells and chimes from the heavens, capable of cleansing the mind and body. When Leon heard it, he felt a sense of lightness as if the impurities in his ears had been washed away, and his mind and body felt exceptionally comfortable.

Moreover, unlike the forest apostles who unleashed their divine power without restraint, she simply stood there, inspiring boundless reverence in those around her.

Ophimosa thought to herself that although her looks were no less than those of the goddess Astalia, she was indeed inferior to her in terms of lofty, ethereal, tranquil, and approachable temperament, which clearly indicated that she was still lacking in spiritual attainment.

This gave rise to a sense of admiration in her heart. The stronger a person is, the more their temperament reflects their true nature. This deity should indeed be a kind and gentle deity, just as its teachings say.

Lyon was somewhat surprised. This goddess Astalia, after transforming into human form, had completely lost any trace of the previous Sky Flame Red Dragon. Instead, she perfectly possessed all the qualities he had imagined a human god should have.

A true goddess.

“My God, you have given me a new life. This is all I should do. It is not hard work.”

Britta's attitude towards the goddess Astalia was more like that of an elder whom she had never met but who had helped her many times, showing a deep sense of filial piety.

Astalia's gaze swept over Leon and Ophimasso, then fell back to Britta, and she said softly:

"I have just been revived, and my divine body is not yet fully repaired. I need to enter the Holy Realm as soon as possible to replenish my losses. Before that, tell me your wish. This is your reward for reviving me."

Britta was taken aback, not expecting the opportunity to come so quickly.

She took a deep breath and boldly said:

“My God, my wish is simple: I hope you can release me from my identity and the constraints of being a divine agent. As for the blessing, since I will no longer serve as a saintess, please withdraw it as well.”

A hint of surprise flashed in Astalia's eyes.

She said softly:

"Breita, have you suffered a lot these past three years? A lot of injustice?"

"No, Your Majesty, I don't feel it's hard or unfair. It was because of you that I was able to have such a position and rank, and I'm no longer bothered by so many mundane matters... It's just that I've discovered I still want to be like an ordinary woman, able to get married and have children normally."

Britta's beautiful face was buried deep in her eyes, and her tone became increasingly resolute.

Although she felt guilty about the vow she had made when she changed her class to Holy Prayer, at this moment, her determination was stronger than ever before.

Astalia nodded:

"You've found love? Who's the one who disturbed your pure heart?"

Although she was asking questions and didn't turn her gaze towards him, at that moment, Leon felt her mental energy observing and scrutinizing him.

He knew that he had to step up at this moment and not let Britta face it alone.

So he gave Ophimasso a look, signaling her not to get agitated, then stepped forward and slowly said:

“My God, please allow me to interject. The one who conceived the love with Britta is me, Leon Berlon, and also the provider of the secret treasure, the Sacred Relic Spring Map, behind you.”

Chapter 404 Britta: I can accept having everything taken back!

Leon's words also subtly implied that he had contributed to Leon's resurrection.

Upon hearing this, Astalia turned her head and nodded slightly.

"Then I must thank you first. As for your reason for assisting Britta, it was also to free her from her constraints?"

She didn't say anything, but asked softly.

But Leon could vaguely sense a slight change in the aura emanating from Astalia.

"At first it was for other reasons, but now that the time has come, I really hope to use this small contribution to persuade the gods to grant my and Britta's request."

Nearby, Ophelia's expression changed slightly after Lyon uttered the line, "I am the one who conceived the love with Britta."

Lyon, that guy, actually developed such a relationship with Britta without anyone noticing!

Damn it, having me isn't enough for them!

Could it be that the surge of magical power that occurred when I was alone before contributed to this result?

I had clearly told Leon before that I could compromise and accept Iris, but not Britta!

For Ophimasso, Britta was at most a decent collaborator and a friend she somewhat respected.

But if it weren't for Lyon, he wouldn't have helped Britta resurrect the goddess Astalia, much less promoted cooperation between the royal family and the Papacy!

Ultimately, one's true nature is to strengthen the vast forces beyond the belief in gods!

Now that he's helped Britta, she wants to steal from his house?

Ophimasso suppressed the anger rising within him, his face as cold as ice.

Once the matter concerning the gods is resolved, she will ask him for a proper explanation!

At that moment, Astalia responded to Leon:

“Your request is not unreasonable given your position; however, it would be inappropriate if you were in Britta’s shoes.”

Britta's lowered face paled slightly. Was it not allowed?

Astalia smiled, her expression blooming like a delicate flower:

"Don't be afraid. I am not unreasonable, and I have no prejudice against the behavior of loving, cultivating feelings, and procreating between living beings. It is just a natural instinct of life. The reason I have put various restrictions on you to prevent you from falling in love is mainly for your own good."

"For my own good?"

Britta raised her head:

"My God, I can relinquish those aspirations! I can accept that you take everything back from me!"

No, you've misunderstood.

Astalia slowly shook her head:

"On the one hand, it is naturally because of power. If you want to transcend the boundaries between mortals and gods and wield power, and bask in divine glory, you naturally need to keep your body and mind pure. Although love and desire are good, if you are tainted by them, you may seem fine for a while, but in the long run, they will make your mind chaotic and your body dirty. Then, the more power you wield, the more your lifespan will be shortened, and your vitality will continue to decline."

Upon hearing this, Lyon's heart stirred.

Speaking of which, I had previously checked Britta's lifespan on the panel, and it was indeed much shorter than others of the same tier.

"On the other hand, you are a chosen one born of destiny, and in the future you will inevitably have to bear the calamity that could destroy the world. At that time, demons and monsters will proliferate and evil will run rampant. If your mind and body are not pure enough, no matter how strong you are, you will not be able to withstand the all-pervasive invasion of demons and monsters. For example, if a mortal makes glass and some impurities are mixed in, it will shatter with a light tap. Not only will you die in the calamity, but the whole world will also be buried together. You bear a heavy responsibility."

After listening, Lyon fell into deep thought.

Unexpectedly, Astalia patiently explained the whole story.

This style of handling things was completely different from other strong women he had met before.

The domineering forest apostle, the controlling Helvie, and the unpredictable Mouripe all exude an air of superiority.

On the contrary, this true deity was quite approachable.

Of course, it's also possible that she was so patient because she valued Britta so much.

Or perhaps she has other considerations that are unknown to others, and the explanation given may just be a superficial statement.

Leon still doesn't know much about this deity, since she never appeared in the previous story and has only been a legend. Therefore, he can't immediately discern her true nature. He can only observe her for the time being, accumulate enough information, and use divination to gradually confirm her true nature.

As for her statements, Lyon already had an idea. He stepped forward and, before Britta could ask any questions, said:

“My God, in other words, you could remove the shackles on Britta at any time, but you don’t want to, because the world will face a great calamity in the future, and Britta is the key person. You need her, right?”

This statement is actually somewhat offensive, subtly suggesting that the gods wanted to use Britta to avert disaster.

However, Astalia didn't seem to care about any of this, and said:

“Yes, I do need Britta. She is the destined one I have spent thousands of years planning to bring into being. When I established the Papacy and set the system of nine saintesses in each generation, it was precisely to encourage people to raise their children to be as pure and innocent as possible, so as to gather the essence of purity and cultivate a truly immaculate and untainted body. Therefore, she is the only person in thousands of years who can perfectly match my authority. So I am willing to bless your wishes, but it is absolutely impossible to remove this constraint now.”

"Once this is lifted, will the gods be unable to intervene in the catastrophe that will destroy the world?"

Leon frowned and asked, "Brietta's birth was something she had been laying the groundwork for for so long?"

This so-called flawless and pure physique should be the 'sacred body' mentioned on the previous panel.

Even gods need to plan for thousands of years. It seems that this is similar to the situation of Orpheus, where top-level experts are plotting for a grand purpose.

So, was the birth of another Terena also her doing, based on Langley's previous divine revelation?

"Exactly."

Astalia nodded slightly, looked at Leon, and spoke with a gentle, welcoming tone: