The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Looking around, all you see is a vast expanse of white. The drifting snowflakes do not fall lightly, but roll wildly, forming a thick curtain of snow that greatly limits people's vision.

Theresa felt her thoughts becoming somewhat confused.

Having just experienced a high-speed spiral ascension, she had already completely lost her way.

Her right foot was grasped tightly by a huge force, and her whole body was hanging in the air in an extremely awkward upside-down position.

This posture made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Besides the whistling sound of the wind, there was also the wheezing sound of the silly bird flapping its wings, one after another.

There was no doubt that he had suffered a sudden attack.

The celebration is not supposed to start until tomorrow!

The disaster happened a whole day earlier?

As time goes by, the altitude is gradually decreasing.

As she had expected, since this stupid bird was able to attack and carry her into the air, its owner must be nearby.

Through the layers of snow, Theresa could vaguely see the ground below.

She held the magic wand tightly in her hand and hit the stupid bird above without hesitation.

When the magic wand touched the silly bird, it felt a strange feedback, as if it had hit a ball of non-Newtonian liquid.

When you hit it lightly, it's soft, but when you hit it hard, it becomes incredibly hard.

"You idiot!" Theresa cursed.

Her hands were frantically and eagerly trying to remove her socks, but luckily they hadn't come off at that point.

Become!

With a whistling sound of the wind, Theresa fell straight down from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

The thick snowdrifts successfully accommodated her and served as a cushion for her.

She was completely stuck in the snowdrifts, with snowflakes flying up and forming a brief snow mist around her.

"Impressed......"

Theresa stumbled to her feet from the snowdrift and shook off the snow on her body.

The heat from the necklace made her not feel too cold in such a cold day.

She looked around. The snowy field was quiet and vast. Apart from a few bare trees, it was just a large plain.

What kind of hellish place is this?

It would be a pity if such a flat and vast land could not be used for a thrilling battle.

Why do troubles always come to me like bees attracted by something sweet?

A little angry.

“Ga…ga…ga…”

A black crow was circling in the sky.

Slowly, it lowered its altitude and finally landed steadily on a man's raised shoulder.

The man said in his deep and magnetic voice: "We meet again."

These words seemed to carry some kind of magic, echoing continuously in this empty and silent space.

See you again?

Hearing this, Theresa couldn't help but squint her eyes, trying to see the true face of the man in front of her through the falling snow.

He was wearing a blue coat, which made him stand out. His hands were covered with a pair of gloves engraved with exquisite emblems. The raven that had just landed was quietly resting on his broad shoulders.

Humph... So this is the owner of that annoying stupid bird!

"do not know you."

Theresa looked at the strange man in front of her with indifference, a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

"Oh? I don't know him..."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "That's interesting. Could it be that you're an imposter? Or perhaps you've lost your memory after experiencing rebirth? However, considering your situation, if something as bizarre as rebirth happened to you, it's not completely impossible. After all, even I wouldn't doubt it."

The man gently raised his arm and released the raven in his hand, allowing it to circle back into the air.

He then slowly straightened his slightly disheveled clothes and spoke solemnly, "Since you've lost your memory, I feel it's necessary to reintroduce myself to you. I'm a knight affiliated with the Church of Judgment, loyal to the Holy Maiden of Judgment—Du..."

The Knight of Judgment Saint, isn’t that the Knight of Snow Lotus?

Without any warning, Watari pulled out a pistol and fired a bullet in Theresa's direction without hesitation.

The gun in his hand had undergone some special modification, so it made no sound at all when shooting. The firing speed at close range was as fast as lightning. If one was not alert and prepared for defense in advance, it would be difficult to detect.

Theresa simply tilted her head slightly, and the whistling bullet passed by her ear, only lightly brushing a few strands of hair.

Seeing this, Du, who was standing not far away, quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun in his hand, aimed at Theresa again, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom--!"

The expected sound of the bullet hitting the target did not come.

A figure suddenly appeared beside Du.

It turned out that Theresa rushed to Du's front, holding a glowing magic wand in her hand, and swung it violently, hitting the pistol in Du's hand accurately.

With the sound of collision, the pistol was knocked out of the hand, drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hmm...it's still flickering like that time."

Du murmured softly, his expression looked very calm, as if he was already accustomed to everything happening before his eyes.

The crow circling in the air suddenly opened its sharp beak, and a deep purple light instantly shot out from its mouth, heading straight downwards.

Theresa sensed something, and just as the purple arcane attack was about to hit her, she suddenly dodged to the side, quickly creating distance between herself and the source of the attack.

The force hit the snow in front of her, splashing snowflakes and ice chips.

It turned out that the attackers in the house were a man and a bird.

The crow was still circling in the air, its sharp eyes fixed on Theresa below, as if ready to attack again at any moment.

Watari, standing on the ground, slowly picked up his pistol and watched the development of the battle calmly.

"Catch him alive, huh?"

Theresa's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile of extreme disdain. She slowly raised the divine light stick in her hand and pointed it at Du who was standing not far in front of her.

"Then... you are in... big trouble..."

"You're still speaking so haltingly. It seems the guilt still affects you. But compared to before when you were like a mute, at least you can still communicate with me now."

Du suddenly looked up at the sky, waved his hand gently, and called out, "Crow, come here."

The crow seemed to understand Du's call. It flapped its wings suddenly and dived down at an extremely fast speed.

It slipped accurately into the blue glove that Watari was wearing.

As the crow entered, the originally pure blue gloves were quickly covered by a layer of rich black.

"In order to fight you, I specifically found a prisoner and killed him right in front of you. As it turned out, I did succeed in angering you. Although I also paid a heavy price with my own hands."

Watari said as he raised the pistol high in his hand.

In an instant, a strange black gas seeped out from his palm and slowly penetrated into the small hole reserved for the pistol.

The black gas seemed to have life, spreading and swirling wildly inside the gun body, accompanied by a teeth-grinding squeezing sound.

The original pistol began to slowly deform, the gun body gradually lengthened, and various parts were reassembled and spliced ​​under the wrapping of black air.

Until finally, a brand new gun appeared in Du's hands.

There's definitely something wrong with that bird. Could it be some kind of god?

The aura it exudes is so similar to Steyan's.

The breath of God?

If that's the case, then there's nothing to be afraid of. You can't be timid anymore, you have to be confident.

After the battle with Stian, she did understand a lot.

If you don't stand up and express yourself, you will always be treated as a soft persimmon.

The days of hiding are over.

Now comes the Holy Maiden of Light, Xiangri, who possesses the Dark Hand...Tre...

do not care!

The small black flower on the right hand seemed to sense its owner's determination and bloomed instantly.

The petals unfolded layer by layer, and black tentacles extended from them, spreading rapidly, wrapping up her entire arm in the blink of an eye.

A flash of red appeared in the golden eyes, and the semi-filthy state was activated.

"The report from Her Highness the Saint is truly unbelievable. I never expected that your fusion with the filth would be so high. This is truly a twist of fate."

Du quickly drew his gun. He knew the strength of the girl in front of him. As long as he raised the gun in his hand, the other party would launch a fierce attack in an instant.

"boom--!"

Eight shocking marks instantly appeared on the light shield in front of Theresa.

Judging from the distribution and shape of these traces, it is not difficult to determine that the attack just now should have been carried out by a powerful shotgun.

But this distance is almost enough.

Theresa waved the divine light stick in her hand without hesitation, trying to use its unique separation function to firmly grasp the gun barrel in Du's hand.

But at this moment, Du suddenly stretched out his other hand and sent a shock wave towards the ground.

Their eyes didn't meet. All Theresa saw was the black muzzle of the gun emitting endless black energy.

"Crack——!"

Du quickly slid to the right, squatted slightly, stretched his left arm forward naturally to maintain balance, and held the deforming gun firmly in his right hand.

At that time, the sniper rifle that was used to shoot Theresa from a long distance had completed its transformation.

"Raven, 20% charge."

Du shouted in a low voice, his voice revealing a hint of coldness and determination.

His five fingers were tightly gripping the trigger, and the strange black air was gathering towards the muzzle like a surging tide.

At the muzzle of the gun, the outline of a ferocious crow's head can be vaguely seen, looming in the black air.

The snow mist slowly dissipated, and the two black tentacles beside Theresa slowly expanded.

As the tentacles moved, bullets fell from them, each surrounded by a strange aura.

A purple-black ray shot out from the muzzle of Du's gun like a lightning that cut through the darkness.

Wherever the rays passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, stirring up circles of ripples visible to the naked eye, and powerful energy fluctuations spread out in all directions.

so troublesome.

Theresa threw out three sections of the divine light stick without thinking, and they quickly rotated in the air to form a complete light shield.

Only a sharp tearing sound was heard, and the light shield was easily pierced.

Broken?

No way, her light couldn't be that useless.

With the delaying effect of divine time, Theresa narrowly avoided the fatal blow of the ray, and only her right arm was slightly scratched.

A stream of purple-black smoke appeared on her right arm.

"You can wield the power of the goddess, yet you are so familiar with the control of the filth. You are truly special. No wonder the Filth War ended because of you."

Du slowly stood up. As he stood up, the gun that had completed its mission began to slowly decompose, turning into wisps of black gas that seeped into his two gloves.

He has always been decisive in his work, pursuing only efficiency, and this time is no exception.

It was a pity that Her Highness the Saint was secretly scanning the academy, and that invisible deterrent force forced him to postpone the excellent opportunity he had originally planned until now.

Although I am unwilling, I can only suppress it temporarily and plan my next move.

Something is wrong.

Theresa looked down at her right arm. The gaping wound hadn't been repaired yet. Without hesitation, she swung the blade of light in her left hand, severing the damaged arm completely.

The black hand quietly emerged, gently touching the wound on Theresa's broken arm, and growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, a brand new right arm grew out.

Unable to control the changes of the arm on the ground, judging from the broken light shield, it should be some kind of devouring ability that devoured the connection between the two parties.

Theresa threw the divine light rod aside, because if this devouring ability could really easily cut off the connection between each other, using the divine light rod would likely trigger an arcane rampage.

"Why...catch...me?"

"To save the world for the second time. You hold such great power but don't know how to use it. Why not let us control it?"

Du responded coldly, he slowly opened his arms, as if welcoming the arrival of some unknown power, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Black lines spread rapidly from the gloves he was wearing like nimble little snakes, until they covered his entire body.

These black lines formed black tails around his body, floating in the wind.

Sniff.

Theresa's nose twitched as she sensed the same scent.

He actually carried that foul smell with him.

Tsk, filth plus a patron saint.