The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Theresa was filled with fear and confusion. She didn't know how to face the scene before her, nor did she know what was happening at the foot of the mountain. Her thoughts were in a mess, and various questions kept echoing in her mind.

What should I do...what should I do...what can I do to save them?

Am I not the "Demon King"? What use is the amulet under me?

Just then, a sharp sound was heard and something was thrown up from below.

Theresa looked closely and her heart stopped. It turned out to be the head of a child.

She recognized the child. He used to follow her around like a little follower and would throw stones at her from time to time.

But now, he was thrown up like a lifeless stone.

The scarlet blood has dyed the ground a glaring red, as if telling a tragic story.

"Don't...look...I...go...to...deal...with..."

Every word Theresa spoke seemed extremely difficult, as if her throat was being cut by a knife.

She brought the child to a dilapidated house. Despite the harsh environment, she had no choice but to let him stay there temporarily.

The filth is gathering at the foot of the mountain and is unlikely to surge to the top of the mountain in a short time.

Since you were able to successfully control the 'Demon King' before, it will definitely be no problem to do it again.

As she thought about it, she reached out and touched her chest. After taking a deep breath, she rushed towards the foot of the mountain without hesitation.

Along the way, there were large and small mud bubbles everywhere, emitting a disgusting stench.

A bubble burst and out emerged an extremely ugly and disgusting looking animal.

Theresa took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp. These were actually the animal friends she once knew from the mountains.

One, two... they kept emerging from the mud bubbles.

"You damn monsters!"

Along with this roar, there was also the sound of a kitchen knife falling heavily to the ground.

The person who made this roar was the butcher who sold meat in the village.

Grandpa Augustus always asked Theresa to buy meat from this butcher, because every time the butcher saw Theresa's thin appearance, he would give her more meat.

This man, who usually feeds his family with just a kitchen knife, is facing a life-and-death crisis.

The kitchen knife in his hand, which he used to make a living, became his only life-saving straw at this moment.

These monsters don't seem to be afraid of this common attack method at all.

As the butcher used all his strength to chop the kitchen knife at one of the monsters.

Something unexpected happened. The kitchen knife was deeply embedded in the monster's body. He tried desperately to pull out the kitchen knife, but found that no matter how hard he tried, it was of no avail.

"Get away! Get away!"

The butcher shouted in horror, but the monster approached him step by step, and each step brought a creepy sense of oppression.

His back was pressed against the wall, with nowhere to escape. He stared at the hideous face that was getting closer and closer, his heart filled with despair.

Just then, a slight whooshing sound suddenly came from the air.

The butcher looked up in surprise, only to see several darts flashing white light flying towards him like lightning and accurately hitting the monster's forehead.

White smoke rose up, the monster howled in pain, its muddy body shook a few times, and then fell down.

The butcher gasped, looking at what was happening before his eyes, and for a moment he couldn't believe his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and looked in the direction where the dart came from. There stood a person he was familiar with.

"Little Tracy, why are you here? Did you drop that thing just now? Go! Go! It's too dangerous here!"

The butcher wanted to go forward and grab Theresa's hand, ready to take her away, but he found that this thin little girl was very strong.

"Where...are they?"

"Oreg and the others? All the villagers should be down there. Hurry and run! Otherwise it will be too late!"

The butcher knew that the situation was extremely critical. He had just fought with the monster and knew how terrifying it was.

"Where... are you running to?"

Theresa asked paused.

More and more monsters emerged from the bubbles and were rapidly spreading around.

Theresa knew that if they couldn't find a way out quickly, the entire mountain would be surrounded by these monsters in no time, and then they would be trapped here like livestock.

Theresa pointed to the top of the hill, signaling the butcher to take shelter there. Perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope up there, a way to buy time, at least until the crowd below was wiped out.

The butcher seemed to want to fight again, trying to persuade Theresa to stay.

The little girl's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight.

At such a dangerous moment, the butcher still cared about Theresa's safety. He is such a good man.

But he had to go down there. As for escaping, at least he would do so after seeing that Oreg and the others were safe.

The sun shone through the clouds, and the wedding scene, which should have been warm and romantic, was now a mess.

The originally spotless white carpet was covered with thick mud. The once soft petals were now trampled into pieces and mixed with the mud, looking particularly messy.

The neatly arranged tables and chairs were now tilted, the cutlery and food scattered all over the floor, creating a mess. The air was filled with a strong stench, making people feel depressed and uncomfortable.

An extremely huge five-layer cake was placed in the center of the wedding venue. The cake looked like a gorgeous castle and was breathtaking.

It was created by Oleg and Grandpa August, and is considered the most delicious and exquisite cake in the world. It is said that this cake took them three days and three nights to carefully prepare, and the ingredients used are of the highest quality.

After hearing the news, Theresa looked forward to tasting this delicious cake with great joy.

But now, the big cake that was supposed to stand tall in the center of the venue has collapsed to the ground, completely unrecognizable. The cake is covered with dirt and dust, and the originally exquisite decorations have become messy.

The white doves that were originally intended to bless the newlyweds had long since disappeared. Perhaps they were frightened or lost their way and vanished without a trace.

The scattered villagers stood together, most of them looked unhappy. Some of them were accidentally hit by buildings and lay on the ground, bleeding all over, but fortunately they did not lose their lives.

These villagers are now food for those monsters.