The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Xiaohe, come and eat meat!"

Brother Feng's voice was rough and warm. He always liked to call her that, as if she was still the timid little girl who had just arrived.

"Xiaohe, fuck him!"

That was the first time they fought side by side. Brother Feng rushed to the front, waving a big knife. His back was as majestic as a mountain, giving her endless courage.

"Xiaohe... give me the knife... let me do it..."

Brother Feng's voice was hesitant but firm as he looked at his former companion who had turned into a fire man.

He pushed her away, took the weapon from her hand, and painfully dealt with the members of the Daikong Guild.

"Xiaohe! Run! Don't look back! You can't die here. A hero needs a home! Home is where you are!"

Brother Feng's roar echoed in her ears. Those were the last words he left for her.

She saw with her own eyes how Brother Feng accidentally touched the red liquid while trying to hold her back from the daze.

Strelitzia closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling, as if she could still feel Brother Feng's breath.

Brother Feng is her hero and a very great man.

And now, she is going to lead the new sky to conquer the old sky.

She wanted Brother Feng's beliefs to take root and sprout under this sky. She wanted his spirit to continue in her and protect everything she cherished.

"Little Stutterer, do you know why Brother Feng has been sitting here?" Strelitzia turned her head and her eyes fell on Theresa beside her.

"He can't leave."

Theresa answered briefly, her eyes sweeping over the scattered ashes around Brother Feng.

Those ashes may be traces of the remains of the Fire Man.

"That's right, he can't leave, and we can't get in."

Strelitzia's voice was low and filled with a hint of helplessness. "This is Brother Feng's last obsession. He protects us in this way and prevents anyone from trying to break in."

She moved her wrists and lightly touched her fists together. Green wind wrapped around her fists, as if the power of Brother Feng was awakening in her body.

This is a move that Brother Feng used to use frequently.

"That thing will amplify a person's emotions, right? Before death, if only one obsession remains in one's mind, perhaps one can continue to 'live' in that way." Strelitzia's eyes became firm. "So, I'll let Brother Feng free later, and you guys take this opportunity to go in."

Her tone was calm, yet revealed an unquestionable determination.

"Everyone listen up! When I duel with him, you will take the opportunity to enter!"

Strelitzia's voice cut through the silence like a sharp knife, carrying unquestionable majesty.

Her figure moved suddenly, and the ground beneath her feet seemed unable to withstand her strength, and several fine cracks appeared in an instant.

The white coat fluttered in the wind like a dancing cloud, rustling, as if even the air was making way for her.

The being known as "Brother Feng" seemed to have sensed something.

His originally lowered head slowly raised up, the movement was slow but full of oppression, as if a dormant volcano was awakening.

As he stood up, the remains of the fire man hanging on him fell off one after another, hitting the ground with a dull sound and splashing sparks.

The wreckage looked like a burnt body, emitting a burnt smell, and the air was filled with a scorching breath.

His eyes had completely transformed into burning flames, with a fiery light dancing in his eye sockets, and the scars on his body were glowing red and orange like lava, flickering with his breathing.

The existence of Brother Feng itself is a signal, and his appearance means the degree of danger of the border area.

As long as he is still here, it means that the more powerful crazy fires have not returned yet.

His presence is both a warning and an opportunity.

Strelitzia's silhouette became clearer in the wind and waves, and her fists made a low humming sound in the wind, responding to her fighting spirit.

Brother Feng slowly raised one arm and clenched his palm tightly. The original green wind turned into a red gale, and the flame danced in his hand, making crackling sounds.

"Come on! Brother Feng! Let's fight like usual..."

Wind, waves, flames, wreckage, light.

All of this comes together to form a picture full of power and destruction.

"Your strength hasn't diminished... You're still as strong as ever."

Strelitzia's lips curled up into a smile, and there was a hint of approval in her voice.

Her fists collided fiercely with Brother Feng's fists. The cracks on the ground quickly spread out with the two of them as the center, spreading like a spider web, silently telling of the terrifying power of this duel.

"Listen up! I'll say one more thing!"

Strelitzia suddenly shouted, and the sound exploded in the air like thunder.

"Don't look back, don't turn, when you see the tenth blue stone, go back immediately!"

Her hands were still struggling against Brother Feng's strength. Her body leaned forward slightly. The ground beneath her feet was deeply sunken, and her white coat fluttered in the strong wind.

"I don't want to say anything more about the rest! You've already realized it!" "So... go ahead! Soar to your heart's content and explore the unknown skies!"

As she finished her words, the adventurers behind her seemed to be injected with new strength and rushed towards their target.

Their figures seemed particularly small in the wind, waves and flames, yet extremely determined.

"Goddesses above! May your light illuminate our path forward and bless us with great victory in this crusade!"

While running forward with all his might, Ou continued to shout loudly, as if he wanted to convey his desire for victory to everyone in this way.

Even in such a tense and fierce moment of charge, Ou did not forget to offer the most sincere words of praise to the goddess he admired in his heart.

Theresa was following closely behind the large army ahead, charging bravely, her eyes fixed on the figures confronting her not far away.

Strelitzia exudes a charm that cannot be ignored, and she still has a confident smile on her face.

"Xiao He..."

Theresa couldn't help but ask, a hint of worry in her tone.

Upon hearing this, Ou turned to look at Theresa and replied with a smile, "Oh, don't worry! Xiaohe is very strong! She has to rely on herself to solve some battles. After all, everyone has their own obsessions."

Theresa's eyes lightly passed over the once majestic Brother Feng.

It is hard to imagine how heroic he would have been before he was corrupted by filth.

He resisted the invasion of filth with his tenacious will, and used the last bit of his sanity to prevent future generations from stepping into this dangerous borderland.

Now, with the appearance of Xiaohe, he can finally be free.

And all this may truly mean a new beginning.

Starting to get nervous...