The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Theresa stabbed Steyan hard in the heart, and blood splattered onto her clothes along the blade.

Almost at the same moment, a hideous dragon head arm suddenly stretched out from the side, opened its bloody mouth and bit Theresa's arm tightly.

Intense pain instantly spread throughout her body, but Theresa gritted her teeth and resisted a single scream.

She keenly felt that the black hand, who was in telepathic communication with her, was in a state of extreme anger at this moment.

The intense anger was like a surging wave, and it even began to gradually affect her ability to control the black hand.

Is it because I was injured that made you so angry?

Suddenly, a faint light appeared on the surface of the two black hands, and they slowly twisted and deformed, eventually turning into extremely sharp black drills, which drilled into Steyan's arms mercilessly.

A wild smile appeared on Steyan's face, his green eyes were covered with a faint red mist, and he swung the bone sword in his hand towards Theresa.

Theresa couldn't dodge in time and could only instinctively grasp the front end of the bone sword with her hand.

She felt the cold touch and could clearly feel the sharp pain of being pierced and the sound of her skin rotting.

The two of them, with their powerful recovery abilities, were locked in a difficult stalemate.

Every time the wound tore and healed, blood splattered everywhere, filling the air with an extremely strong smell of blood.

The pungent smell lingered around like a substance.

Theresa tried to recall the out-of-control Black Hand, but the Black Hand did not move at all, as if driven by some powerful obsession, and bit Steyan fiercely.

Is it attracted by the smell of blood?

No, that's unlikely. Blackhand is not usually interested in blood.

Is there any other reason? When he was with Xuelian, Heishou was quite obedient and did not behave in such an abnormal way.

But ever since the dragon head appeared, it gradually became irritable and restless. Perhaps it was the blood flowing from the dragon head that made it understand something.

Theresa took a deep breath and activated that brief moment of divine time again.

There is no point in launching a large-scale attack if it cannot cause substantial damage in one fell swoop.

Because the enemy recovers so quickly, it may even be faster than the damage caused by her attack.

She violently pulled her left hand, which had long been corroded beyond recognition, out of the wound, and gasped as she felt a piercing pain.

His right arm was actually stuck in the mouth of the faucet and he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried.

"Alright alright......"

In this limited time, Theresa quickly adjusted her mindset and gave herself psychological comfort.

She closed her eyes tightly, raised her scarred left hand high without hesitation, and used all her strength to cut her right arm fiercely!

Theresa groaned in pain as her right arm snapped.

But Theresa did not hesitate at all. She immediately mobilized the arcane in her body and released a dazzling golden light towards Steyan in front of her.

Powerful energy exploded, creating a huge impact force that not only knocked Stian back several steps, but also blew Theresa herself away.

Black Hand seemed to sense something and quickly returned to Theresa's side.

Is it because he has my blood in his body that makes you so angry?

Thinking back to when he was kidnapped, Black Hand didn't even notice it at the time, so he was so furious now and launched a ruthless attack on Steyan.

Watching his rotten left hand gradually recovering from being covered by a black mass, his broken right arm made Black Hand anxiously turn around.

Theresa's lips curled up slightly, revealing a slightly bitter smile.

Haha, let’s just assume that this is the reason why you are angry.

"Hahaha! How foolish! You actually chose to cut off your own arm to escape this predicament. Now that you've lost an arm, I want to see what else you can do next!"

Along with this arrogant laughter, a surging flame that shot straight into the sky suddenly erupted, instantly blasting away the huge rock that was pressing down on Steyan.

The wounds on Black Hand, which had become hoarse and patchy due to the severe damage it had suffered, were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is different from Theresa's method, which requires Black Hand to spend a certain amount of time and energy to complete the body repair.

One is active and the other is passive.

Naturally, Stilo recovered faster.

"Black Hand..."

Theresa endured the severe pain from her broken arm and called out the name gently with a trembling voice.

The black hand seemed a little impatient and restless, trying desperately to get into Theresa's broken right arm.

However, due to Theresa's previous continuous use of God, her body was already filled with pure and powerful light arcane power. This power made Black Hand's actions extremely difficult, and it could only try to repair itself bit by bit.

"Good boy."

Theresa stretched out her left hand, struggled to pull the black hand closer, and rubbed the black hand's cold tentacles hard.

What on earth had she been afraid of until now?

All along, the black hand has never hurt me in the slightest.

She always said that she and the Black Hand were one and the same, yet she was always on guard against it.

He obeyed her commands and orders, and even when his consciousness was at its weakest or even on the verge of collapse, Black Hand never had the slightest intention of occupying her mind.

The only time, when he was crying the most heartbroken and heartbroken, he gently covered her eyes, then took her hand, and walked towards the distance together to watch the rising sun.

Theresa silently stared at the dark mass in her left hand, then slowly grasped it.

As she gradually increased her strength, the black mucus began to be squeezed and deformed, and finally gathered into a black ball.

What would this taste like?

Maybe it’s the rich and sweet black sesame flavor?

With this doubt and expectation, Theresa carefully put the small black ball into her mouth and took a light bite.

As Theresa chewed and swallowed slowly, a strange and unique feeling came over her.

For the first time in her life, she felt so clearly and directly that the power of the Black Hand was pouring into her body like a tide, surging wildly.

It was like a dark curtain blocking the sun's afterglow.

Theresa licked her lips with satisfaction. She slowly raised her right arm, and black liquid quickly gushed out, transforming into a black arm.

She used this hand to pinch her hair.

Um......

There are white ones and gray ones.