The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

People are destined to be unable to stay in the present moment forever. A tomorrow full of unknowns and confusions is quietly waiting for Xuelian to explore.

“Cough… cough… huh…”

A violent cough and heavy breathing broke the deathly silence of the battlefield.

Snow Lotus's thin but upright figure appeared on this devastated land.

She held the Ice Soul tightly in her hand and thrust it deeply into the ground covered in blood and dust, using it to support her shaky body.

With bright yet tired eyes, he slowly looked around. Everywhere he looked was a mess, with broken walls and limbs everywhere. The once vibrant earth was now shrouded in the shadow of death and despair.

Just as the Bishop had predicted with earnestness and profound meaning, this seemingly peaceful and harmonious world had, for some unknown reason, quietly undergone some earth-shaking changes.

Those disgusting monsters, like stinking mud emitting a foul smell, emerged from the dark abyss without warning, leaving destruction and wailing wherever they went.

As the Saint of Judgment, she shoulders the mission of finding the dawn of victory for everyone and should charge fearlessly to the front line.

The reality is not like this.

The knights of the Church of Judgment charged forward beside her one after another. Their figures seemed so small and fragile. They knew they could not hold on for much longer, but they still did not hesitate.

If one cannot even protect the saint of the goddess whom one worships devoutly, how can one have the face to claim that he is the most loyal believer?

The saint survived, and the power and value she could exert on the battlefield far exceeded the sum of all of them.

After countless cycles of life and death, Xuelian gradually became numb to life.

Perhaps her own death was the most appropriate response to the sinners she had judged.

But one's sins can never be paid for.

She will remember the faces of every person who passed away in front of her, constantly reminding her of the fear and struggle those people experienced when facing death.

But now, facing the filth before my eyes, I have only one thought.

Xuelian didn't need to worry or think too much. She just needed to raise the sword of judgment in her hand high and say something to the monsters.

"Judgment is coming."

......

The first battle of filth finally came to an end.

That sudden and brutal battle, in which the monsters appeared without warning like a nightmare, like sharp claws suddenly stretched out from the darkness, undoubtedly gave a heavy and profound warning to those churches that had always relied on their peace.

The peace was completely broken because no one could predict when and where these terrifying guys would appear again.

In the makeshift tent, a medical worker, with tears on his face and trembling hands, treated the horrifying wounds on Xuelian's body.

She tried hard to hold back her sobs, and kept repeating: "It's okay... Everything will be fine..."

Although there was comfort in that voice, it could not hide the fear and anxiety in my heart.

Xuelian raised her head slightly and looked towards the distance with a somewhat empty look in her eyes.

The Bishop of Judgment had a solemn expression on his face, and was trying his best to comfort those frightened people.

All around them lay the wounded, groaning in pain. Their wails mixed with the bishop's cries, creating a picture of chaos and despair.

Will it really be okay?

"I'll arrange for Du to go back with you."

Bishop Urban hurriedly finished his business and came to Xuelian with a slightly tired look on his face. He spoke in a firm and unquestionable tone.

Xuelian looked puzzled and puzzled: "In this situation?"

She looked around and saw the painful groans of the wounded in the tents rising one after another. The air was filled with the smell of blood and unease.

Urban followed her gaze and explained solemnly, "The others demand an answer. As the Holy Maiden of Judgment, you must return and intervene. Only you can dispel their deep-seated anxieties. According to the news from the Church of Light, which has been at the front lines, the filth didn't just appear out of thin air; it had to travel a considerable distance to get here."

Xuelian stared into Urban's eyes, was silent for a moment, and nodded her chin lightly: "I understand."

Xuelian and Du rode in the carriage on the winding road for a long time. The surrounding scenery passed by quickly in the night like a monotonous ink painting.

The sky suddenly darkened without warning, and large flakes of snow fell like goose feathers.

The snow fell extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, the whole world was covered by a white curtain, and the roads were quickly buried by thick snow.

The road conditions were so bad that the horses had difficulty moving forward and the wheels kept slipping. It was obviously not suitable to rush back overnight.

Du tightened the reins, bringing the carriage to a slow stop. He turned and looked at Xuelian inside, his tone filled with concern and respect. "Your Highness, you are injured. It is not suitable for you to continue traveling in such severe weather. Our prison area is ahead. We will stay there for the night and then set off again after the snow stops. This will allow you to rest and recover your strength."

"it is good."

Prison?

Xuelian looked at the eerie and cold outline of the building in front of her, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted towards that familiar figure.

"Hurry and prepare food for Her Highness the Saint."

As soon as Du entered the prison, he quickly got into character.

Xuelian's attention had already been attracted by the long corridor leading to the depths of the prison. She unconsciously quickened her pace as she walked towards the cell in her memory.

Unfortunately, there was no sunflower in that cell.

Xuelian turned her head and looked at the person next to her. Her voice was clear but carried an unquestionable dignity: "Where are the people in this room?"

The person being questioned quickly saluted and replied respectfully, "According to the arrangements of the Bishop, the current prison has undergone some minor changes for various reasons. The people in this room have been transferred elsewhere."

"tell me."

The number of prisoners is much less than before.

At the end of the winding corridor, Xuelian saw the familiar and reassuring figure of Sunflower through the fence.

To her surprise, there were three children beside Sunflower.

Two boys and a girl.

"Your Highness, the meal is ready."

Du hurried over and stood quietly beside Xuelian.

Xuelian didn't look away, still staring at the three children, and asked softly, "What did those three children do wrong?"

"They are not criminals. This prison has become a refuge for some refugees during this special period. The bishop has temporarily placed these homeless children here."

"Why are they so happy? The world is obviously going to end."

Xuelian stood not far from the cell, looking at the scene with complicated eyes where Sunflower was happily playing games with three children and drawing attentively.

"Life is short, so enjoy it while you can. People should do what they are capable of. We can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep."

Watari crossed his arms and spoke thoughtfully, his gaze directed towards Himawari.

"And that girl with white hair, she defeated the filth all by herself."

"So, you took her back to prison. Just to protect the people here?"

"maybe."