The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The white paper, gently lifted by the wind, drifted slowly into the distance, just like Xuelian's previous tangled thoughts, which had now been ruthlessly thrown away by her.

When meaning is denied, process is the only answer.

She has regained her memories of the past and is completely able to follow her heart and do whatever her heart desires.

Xuelian stayed quietly in the small space surrounded by several bright light balls, looking up at Theresa.

"No one is following me." Xuelian paused slightly, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in her eyes, and then continued, "I don't think I saw Du."

She couldn't bring up the matter on her own initiative. She was waiting, waiting for Theresa to break the silence first and talk about Du's situation.

Theresa's expression was stern, with a hint of indifference and alienation in her eyes, and she responded coldly.

"died."

"Dead...what a great answer."

Xuelian slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Since Du was no longer alive, it meant that Theresa's strength was no longer to be underestimated. She must have surpassed many members of the Church of Judgment.

Bishop Urban could only accept this result helplessly, which was undoubtedly a heavy and huge setback for him.

In this way, during this period of time, the church should be unable to do anything to Theresa.

After all, they are not fools.

"Where's that pesky crow?"

Theresa did not answer Xuelian's question, but kept her eyes fixed on the ball of mud emitting a strange smell that she was pressing hard with her right hand.

Is this indistinguishable mass of mud the crow or the filth?

Xuelian's gaze followed Theresa's hand to the lump of mud, and she asked hesitantly, "Are you eating... it?"

As a guardian god, the crow's abilities are rather special and functional, and it does not have strong direct aggressiveness.

It possesses a strange and frightening ability, which is that it can quietly steal part of the opponent's ability, and then integrate it with itself and use it for its own benefit.

It is precisely because of this special ability that crows become an excellent choice for certain filthy experiments.

Du would not die in such an unclear way, he must have a purpose.

Theresa was seen swallowing the mud inch by inch with her right hand.

The side effects of a similar experience last time must have left a deep impression on her.

Could it be that Du wanted to use the power of the crow to be reborn in the filth within Theresa's body?

"Don't eat! He's not dead yet! He's placed his consciousness in the crow's body!"

The ice sword in Xuelian's hand flashed with cold light as she chopped hard at the ball of light floating in the air.

The ball of light exploded instantly, and the powerful impact force spread out in all directions, causing bursts of snowflakes.

The explosion did not allow Theresa to hear Xuelian's cry clearly.

She only caught a few blurry words.

Don't eat! Die! Send!

what?

Xuelian knew that she was pretending to be calm.

When Theresa was in all white, that special cold mood had slowly recovered over time.

The dark hand in the body is slowly awakening. This is a complicated situation, both a good thing and a bad thing.

It was a bad thing because the timing of Blackhand's awakening was too unfortunate, which made it impossible for her to cast arcane spells smoothly for a while.

Theresa watched helplessly as Xuelian held the ice sword, but the light that was originally flashing in her hand could not hit it.

There was no time to think, so I could only grit my teeth, get up from the ground, turn around and run away desperately.

The worst thing still happened.

Theresa's eyes flashed with loneliness and helplessness.

But soon, she seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and silently comforted herself in her heart.

It’s okay, at least the mastermind is awake.

She is not alone.

Theresa was sliding down the steep slope, the cold wind whistling past her ears and ruffling her hair.

Xuelian behind her followed her closely.

"Wait...you misunderstood...I'm not..."

Xuelian ran while shouting at the top of her lungs, trying to get Theresa to stop and listen to her explain the misunderstanding.

Before she finished her words, Theresa, who had already slid to the bottom of the slope and landed, suddenly turned around, grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, squeezed it into a solid snowball, and threw it hard in the direction of Xuelian.

The snowball hit Xuelian's face accurately, and snow fragments flew everywhere. Xuelian's cry was interrupted by this sudden attack.

"Uh... huh..."

Xuelian let out a slightly tired sigh, and the white mist quickly dissipated in the cold air.

She slowly raised her hand, her movement full of helplessness as her fingers gently brushed across her cheek, silently wiping away the remaining snow stains on her face.

Then he slowly opened his left eye!

No way, am I seeing things?

Theresa looked up from below and was stunned by the sudden appearance of light. Her heart began to beat violently involuntarily, and the blankness and fear that had once made her brain freeze surged into her heart again.

"Stop running."

Xuelian's voice was low and firm, echoing in the empty snow valley.

He jumped down from a great height, his clothes fluttering in the air.

The light of the Sword of Judgment in her hand was even sharper and more intimidating than before, as if it had been infused with a new soul.

It's okay, they want to capture me alive. As long as I can hold on, I'll have a chance to escape from here when Black Hand wakes up completely.

"Gah——!"

A sharp crow's cry came into Theresa's mind without warning, breaking her brief thoughts.

Where does the crow come from?

In that moment of trance, Theresa's hands and feet were bound by icicles.

Xuelian tightly grasped the Sword of Judgment, her dark blue eyes like a deep cold pool, gazing closely at Theresa.

Where is the crow?

According to common sense, the simplest and most direct method is to stab the sharp blade directly into Theresa's heart.

But could Theresa, who had just struggled to recover some strength from fatigue and weakness, really withstand this sword?

"I know you're not a sunflower. You're just you, not anyone else. Please believe me."

At this time, Xuelian saw the sunflower-shaped necklace around her neck.

"Who did this?"

"Rain...Song..."

Theresa felt something strange about her body. She could clearly sense that Black Hand had awakened, but she couldn't summon it.

"Yu Ge? It looks like this is also a tool for storing arcane magic. If it's her, there should be no problem."

Xuelian raised the Sword of Judgment and inserted it directly into the necklace around Theresa's neck.