Chapter 452: The Sanctum Welcomes Its Master!

Inside the Sanctum space.

Su Nian cleared her throat, her divine voice ethereal, carrying an indisputable authority.

“Your loyalty, I have already acknowledged. But war has never been the ultimate goal.”

Within the Sanctum, the battle intent that had nearly boiled over was gently but firmly smoothed by an invisible force.

Michael’s raised head stiffened slightly, the flames burning in his golden pupils doused by a bucket of ice water from this divine decree.

He did not understand.

The Angel Legion behind him also did not understand.

They were the sharpest swords in the Mother Goddess’s hand.

Why not crusade the Demon Realm?

Why not slay the Demon King?

Su Nian took in the angels’ confusion at a glance.

She continued, her voice devoid of any emotional ripple, only the absolute rationality and neutrality belonging to a deity.

“That newly ascended Demon King, though he acts tyrannically, has also signed a three-hundred-year peace treaty with the Human Race.”

“Peace is hard-won. Though swords and blades are sharp, they should only be used for protection, not for slaughter.”

Every word transformed into the whisper of laws, echoing through the empty Sanctum.

Su Nian slowly rose from her divine throne.

The halo of holy light that had originally been like a thin mist around her suddenly blazed with great radiance.

The brilliant glow instantly filled the entire Sanctum space.

Her divine robe moved without wind, and the star fragments sewn onto the hem turned into truly burning stars at this moment.

The vast and unmatched Divine Majesty made all angels instinctively lower their heads, not daring to look directly at the source of that light.

Their souls trembled—that was the most primal reverence when facing the Creator.

The divine word fell like a hammer.

“In the name of the Goddess of Wisdom, I hereby set a prohibition.”

“All angels shall take it as their duty to protect the Mortal Realm and shall not set foot in the Demon Realm.”

“This is the Divine Prohibition.”

As the oracle descended, the laws moved accordingly.

An invisible light screen representing the supreme divine authority flashed in the Sanctum space.

It pierced through the body of every angel, turning into a golden brand deeply engraved into their souls.

It was an absolute shackle that could not be defied nor understood.

“We… obey the Mother Goddess’s decree!” Michael, kneeling on one knee, sank heavily.

He lowered his head even further, his voice filled with absolute submission after struggle.

Behind him, all angels made the same motion in unison, their resounding voices converging into a vow of loyalty.

Watching the Angel Legion transform into streaks of light and retreat into their respective standby spaces, the empty Sanctum returned to eternal silence.

Looking from afar in the Sanctum space.

At this moment on the divine throne, Su Nian rested her cheek on one hand, her expression indifferent.

She wore a magnificent divine robe woven from moonlight and stardust. Holy radiance flowed around her body, forming visible rings of divine light.

Her golden hair, like flowing molten gold, was casually draped over her shoulders, making that peerlessly beautiful face even more unlike anything mortal.

Those sky-blue eyes were calm, unruffled, looking down with indifference and aloofness.

This was Su Nian now—the goddess who commanded the Angel Legion and sheltered billions of living beings.

The angels finished their salutation, turned in orderly fashion, and transformed into streaks of light disappearing at the Sanctum’s entrance.

The vast Sanctum was left with only Su Nian.

As the angels left, Su Nian leaned back against the cold back of the divine throne and let out a long breath.

On the face of the goddess, which had been calm and unruffled and looked down upon the world, a faint blush appeared.

Every day after convening the general assembly of angels, she would become another identity… the Demon King’s wife.

Three months ago.

Not long after she married her Master husband, her Angel Legion was born.

With the Sanctum space and the Angel Legion, and with her own strength as a goddess, she naturally couldn’t let the angels remain idle.

So after discussing with her Master husband, she established this Divine Kingdom.

Then, she even sent down a “divine oracle” to the Human World, letting angels descend to the lower realm to spread the authority and faith of the “Goddess of Wisdom.”

In a short time.

The “Goddess of Wisdom” had replaced the “Star-Moon Saintess” as humanity’s new totem and support.

After all, the original Star-Moon Saintess had been sent to the Demon Realm to sign the peace treaty.

Now, with the arrival of “angels” who could also heal wounds, countless people gained confidence, even harboring thoughts of counterattacking the Demon Realm and welcoming back the Saintess.

However, people did not know that the Star-Moon Saintess, helplessly sent to the Demon King for peace, was actually the same person as the “Goddess of Wisdom.”

Even less could they know…

That the noble and holy Goddess had already become husband and wife with the “Evil Demon King.”

A suppressed nasal sound escaped Su Nian’s throat.

Sitting upright on the divine throne, overlooking the mortal world, feeling in control of everything—that feeling was only enjoyable at the beginning.

Soon, she lost interest.

Rather than saying she wanted to become the Goddess and rule the Divine Kingdom, a more accurate statement was that she wanted to have an identity with extreme contrast!

Take her now, for example.

Sitting upright on the divine throne, with the mighty Angel Legion kneeling on one knee in service.

On the surface, she was the “Goddess of Wisdom,” wearing a holy robe woven from moonlight and starlight, omnipotent, with divine words becoming law.

Before her believers and angels, she was the eternal light sheltering all beings.

But privately… she was her Master husband’s possession, an exclusive little slave girl who could be bullied and conquered at will by her Horn Demon Master anytime, anywhere.

This extreme contrast and sense of transgression… was so thrilling, so utterly captivating!

At this moment Su Nian had even begun uncontrollably fantasizing about the next scene—

The lofty Goddess, in extreme contrast, kneeling at the Demon King’s feet, lifting her head, and reporting to him in the most humble, most ingratiating posture what she had done today.

Reporting how she had created such a powerful Angel Legion.

Reporting how she had “wisely and heroically” stopped this group of battle-crazed angels from attacking his Demon Realm.

Then…

She would see her Master’s satisfied, teasing smile.

Praise her, and then use the most practical actions to give her “rewards.”

Thinking of this, Su Nian’s body trembled slightly.

A familiar longing, shameful enough to make her want to scream, surged from the deepest part of her divine body, washing through her limbs and bones.

Suddenly.

In the center of the Sanctum, space twisted.

Dark demonic qi violently clashed with holy radiance, making soft crackling sounds.

A tall figure stepped out from within—it was Chu Tian.

Su Nian’s body quivered faintly.

Her indifferent blue eyes instantly melted, filling with moisture.

The ethereal coldness of divinity faded, and her cheeks and earlobes quickly flushed red.

She rose from the divine throne.

The holy robe slipped off, revealing the large-revealing underdress beneath.

Barefoot on the cold sacred crystal floor, she walked step by step toward the Demon King.

Her pace was urgent, like a young bird returning to the forest.

She reached him, her knees going weak, and knelt before him.

Lifting her head, her peerlessly beautiful face now only showed coquettishness and submission.

A collar instantly appeared around her neck.

Her slender hands voluntarily offered the chain connecting the collar to Chu Tian respectfully.

“Master husband…” Su Nian’s voice was soft, sticky, filled with thick ingratiation, a completely different tone from the one she used before the Angel Legion.

If the angels saw their Creator in such a state, they would likely have a divine core collapse and faith shatter.

The goddess they regarded as supreme and spotless was now kneeling on the ground, offering a chain to the Demon King—their enemy.

‘Wuwu… The master finally came.’

These past three months, she had naturally performed her duty as a wife.

She and her Master husband had gone to many places, tried many different locations…

However, the scene that excited and thrilled both of them the most, leaving them wanting more, was surely… this Sanctum and the divine throne she usually sat on!