The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Grass, grass, grass... grass...

I must have drunk too much.

Theresa staggered to her feet. Although she wasn't hungover, she still felt a little uncomfortable sleeping on the ground.

Everywhere I looked was a mess, with people lying all around in various postures, just like corpses on a battlefield.

Some of those people had their mouths wide open, snoring loudly, while others had their brows furrowed, as if they couldn't sleep peacefully even in their dreams.

Empty wine bottles were scattered all over the ground, tilted and broken, flashing coldly in the dim light.

She was still holding a wine bottle tightly in her hand, which she quickly threw aside.

It turns out that you can’t touch these things.

"Wake up."

Theresa lightly kicked Ou and Strelitzia, who was sleeping soundly on top of him.

"Ah... a giant dragon... I dreamed of a giant dragon. It pinned me to the ground and I could hardly breathe."

There is no scary dragon here, only a divine being.

Theresa shook her head helplessly, then reached out and pulled Strelitzia off Ou.

"Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao."

Theresa walked to the other side and gently pushed Xiaotao, who was still immersed in her dream.

"Um...good morning..."

Xiao Tao spoke weakly while yawning, and at the same time stretched out her hands to rub her still sleepy face vigorously.

"Yesterday was a bit crazy, I need to take a break first."

After all, Xiaotao is still a child, and she is indeed not as good as me.

Uncle Fan was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, sleeping soundly, but Ergou was nowhere to be seen.

This guy really teamed up with others to go to the border area.

"Ha~"

Theresa couldn't help but yawn loudly, then she slowly pushed open the door, facing the morning sun, stretched out her arms and breathed in the fresh and pleasant air.

I really want to go back to my room and take a nice hot bath!

What time is it now? I really didn’t expect to be able to drink until the next morning.

"What's the weather like?"

Xiaotao walked out of the house slowly, wearing the coat that Ergou had specially left for her. The coat seemed a little too big.

"Sunny day."

I have to admit that in this vast plain, the sun seems to be bigger than usual.

"Ok?"

Tracy squinted her eyes slightly, trying to see what the tiny black dot that was faintly visible in the distant sun was.

Because the distance is too far, it is impossible to tell exactly what these small black dots are.

Maybe it's just a flock of birds flying in the sky.

Xiaotao, who was standing by, originally wanted to continue saying something to Theresa.

As she turned her head to face the sun, the expression on her face became more and more solemn as time went by.

"what happened?"

Theresa quickly noticed something was wrong with Xiaotao.

Even if you are blind, you cannot look directly at the sun for a long time. What if there is a possibility of recovery in the future?

"So many...so many red lights..."

Xiaotao saw about a dozen small red dots rushing towards them.

"What! Red light? Crazy fire? Go wake them up first."

Theresa asked Xiaotao to go ahead because the figures in the distance seemed to be running.

Are Chihuo and the others planning an attack?

However, there are so many of them here this time, so defeating them should not be a problem.

My reaction didn't seem to be that big. They were probably just some firemen and other miscellaneous soldiers.

But when those figures gradually became clear, Theresa's breathing stopped instantly.

Her chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed to pull on her tense nerves.

His mouth opened slightly uncontrollably, and an almost inaudible gasp came out.

His eyes were full of disbelief, as if everything before him was an extremely absurd nightmare.

"No...it's fake, right?"

Theresa screamed wildly in her heart, constantly denying the horrific scene before her.

Theresa recognized the people who came on horseback.

Because when she was guarding the gate, she was bored and went to play with the horse.

These people are all adventurers.

The heads of the people on horseback were chopped off one after another, and their headless bodies sat straight on the saddles.

His burned and scarred hands were tightly connected to his severed head.

On the head, where the eyeballs were originally embedded, only two black holes remained, facing Theresa.

Haha... Am I really drunk?

Damn Chihuo, why did it suddenly appear in my dream?

Theresa staggered and trembled as she walked slowly towards a horse. She seemed to have lost her sense of balance, and every step she took was extremely difficult.

Finally, she reached the horses.

A headless body sat on the horse's back, its clothes having long since turned into tattered ruins, with only some unburned cloth still hanging on the burned body.

Theresa couldn't bear to look at the head in her hands, but she could still vaguely recognize it with the few remaining features.

This is the sister from the Squirrel Guild.

What do you want to do?

A provocation?

Think this is cool?

"boom--!"

The adventurer from the Squirrel Guild suddenly exploded in front of Theresa without any warning.

In an instant, everything around was enveloped in fire and smoke.

A shield shimmering with golden light unfolded around Theresa.

Through the thin light shield, she could see the red mist in the air gradually spreading.

Yes, those headless bodies are all members of the guild!

"Ha ha......"

Theresa gasped for breath, her heart filled with shock and anger.

"Black Hand..."

Black tentacles appeared beside Theresa.

"Eat all the red mist... and bury it properly..."

It was discovered that night that Black Hand could absorb the power of the Crazy Fire.

The bodies of these innocent people have already endured too much unnecessary suffering. We must let these unfortunate adventurers rest in peace no matter what.

"What happened?!"

With an anxious shout, the crowd rushed over like a tide.

When they finally arrived at the scene, everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

Some female adventurers were already kneeling on their knees, their hands tightly covering their mouths.

The flying black hands penetrated their bodies, sucking out the long-buried infatuation hidden in their bodies one by one.

This way there will be no explosion.

Theresa's head, which had been lowered, began to slowly rise upwards, and her arms slowly stretched forward.

The black hand penetrated the headless body in front of it and absorbed all the crazy fire that was deposited inside.

The body fell to the ground, and the teacup hanging from its waist gradually rolled to Theresa's feet.