The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Let me see where that guy is.

Theresa also arrived home quickly and was looking for the ring.

Finally, I found the ring next to his pillow. It was clearly placed in such an obvious place, but he forgot about it. No wonder Sister Ina is worried about her future life.

Theresa gently opened the small box, and the ring inside sparkled in the dim light, as if telling its story.

It’s so beautiful, no wonder girls like jewelry.

Theresa closed the small box carefully. It would be bad if she failed in this step.

Theresa pushed open the wooden door, but it was still as loud as before.

Huh? What's wrong with the road next to it?

Theresa climbed up from the back in a hurry and did not take the normal mountain road, so she naturally did not see it.

On the wet mountain road, a huge skid mark twisted and turned, as if it was left by some huge creature. The skid mark was several meters wide and deeply sunk into the mud, revealing the wet soil and broken grass roots underneath.

The skid marks were irregular in shape, sometimes wide and sometimes narrow. Looking along the skid marks, one could see the soil had been turned upside down, forming a series of undulating hills. These hills were covered in a thick layer of silt, emitting a disgusting odor that stretched from the top of the mountain to the foot.

It smells so bad... Theresa covered her nose. The fishy smell seemed to come out of the sewer.

Theresa's black hands reacted strangely to these scents. They seemed to have smelled their favorite scents and began to flow out of Theresa's body.

At this moment, Theresa was like an octopus waving its tentacles.

The black hand stretched out towards the mud, but if it extended any further, it would be burned by the flames.

Theresa moved closer cautiously, but the black hand pounced on her like a hungry wolf, absorbing the foul-smelling mud continuously like a straw.

Stop! You can't eat this!

Theresa tried to pull the black hand back. Although she made efforts in action, she seemed unwilling to do so deep down in her heart.

"Gudu... gudu..."

The black hand devoured extremely quickly. Before long, the mountain of silt had been eaten clean. It even looked like it was still unsatisfied and wanted to continue eating.

It began to look around, as if looking for more food, but was eventually dragged back by Theresa.

No... this is so wrong...

She felt that her current condition was exceptionally good, so good that she could hardly recognize her own body.

Theresa slowly stood up, carefully feeling the changes in her body. It felt as if her body was filled with endless power.

The feeling was familiar and exciting, she had never felt such a powerful feeling of strength.

Dead body...dead animal?

Theresa's face turned pale instantly, and she stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes.

The animal carcass wrapped in mud lay there quietly, having lost its breath of life, and the body was intact like a mummy.

"Ugh!"

When she thought about the delicious food she had just eaten, she felt a strong sense of nausea and couldn't help but bend over and retch.

This is just like the left brain...devouring the knights' corpses.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang and Theresa's heart trembled suddenly. She looked up and saw an unknown black sticky mass rising rapidly in the air and then exploding in mid-air.

She stared wide-eyed as the black goo scattered in the air, as if countless black meteors were falling. Those meteors, illuminated by the sunlight, flashed an eerie light that made people shudder.

It's "Devil King!"

Theresa knew it all too well. This was a summoning of a monster. Wasn't it already dead? Why was it here?

Suddenly, Theresa seemed to connect with it, sensing it at the foot of the mountain! That was where the villagers gathered!

No! No! We need to inform the villagers quickly!

Theresa ignored the burning flames and stretched out her black hand with all her might, leaping through the woods.

I don't know if it's because the flames have weakened, or because of what I just ate, but now I can't restrain myself at all.

The tranquility of the village was shattered by the sudden disaster, and a dead silence enveloped this once vibrant land.

Houses were destroyed, walls collapsed, and debris was scattered everywhere. Trees lining the streets were uprooted, their branches twisted and deformed, as if telling of their suffering. The air was filled with a thick smell of dust and a foul stench, making it suffocating.

so far so good.

Now all the villagers should have gathered at the end of the mountain. If anything happens there, they will all be wiped out!

Theresa didn't dare to think too much and her pace became faster and faster, as if she had forgotten the pain in her feet.

"Buzz!"

A slight vibration came from her chest, followed by a bright light bursting out from it.

What's going on? Why is the light coming on at this critical moment?

Theresa didn't want to pay any attention to the sudden bright light. The most important thing at the moment was to quickly inform the villagers at the foot of the mountain to prepare for danger.

Just as Theresa was about to take another step, her eyes were drawn to a collapsed house not far away.

Beneath the ruins, there was a faint white light flickering.

White light? Does that mean someone is still alive there?

Theresa ran towards the collapsed house without hesitation.

As she got closer, she found that the white light seemed to be coming from a narrow gap.

She lay down and tried to see through the gap what was happening inside. There was a child who was crushed by the house.

Theresa looked anxiously at the huge rock pressing on the child. She grasped the edge of the rock tightly with both hands, trying to move it away. The rock was too heavy, and her strength was not enough to move it at all.

Black Hand! Come out and help!

Theresa cried out silently. Behind her, four pitch-black tentacles stretched out silently. They were thicker and more powerful than before. With a slight wave of the tentacles in the air, the heavy stone was easily moved away and rolled to the side.

The child was rescued and sat on the ground, his face pale and obviously frightened. His lips trembled slightly, but he could not say a word.

“Don’t be afraid…don’t be afraid…”

Theresa held the child, whose face was covered in dust, and said this, but her hands were shaking slightly as she embraced the child.

What should I do? What should I do? Where is that damn swordsman?