The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

“Hmm…Hmm…”

Blake hummed a discordant melody softly, his hands gently waving to the rhythm echoing in his mind, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was enjoying some kind of pleasure that only he could understand.

Then he slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and teasing.

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening explosion suddenly came from behind him.

He didn't even need to look back to know that the house was like a glass cup, with shattered pieces flying everywhere.

"Hahaha, what a happy thing this is."

Blake's laughter echoed in the aftermath of the explosion, with an almost crazy satisfaction.

"I believe what expressions would they have when they came back and saw that the person was gone?"

The pleasure of destroying other people's happiness made him feel extremely happy.

He liked to see the despair in other people's eyes, liked to hear their painful groans, and liked to crush their hopes into ashes with his own hands.

This distorted emotion is his only comfort and the meaning of his existence.

"I never thought someone would go to attack the border area. Wouldn't people who stay there go crazy?"

Blake murmured softly, his tone tinged with disbelief and mockery.

Even Black, who was a fire maniac, couldn't walk here for long.

That invisible feeling of oppression, as if countless whispers are echoing in your ears, is very disturbing.

Therefore, most fire-crazy people like to act alone outside.

For them, the border area is just a base camp that they seldom return to.

"boom--!"

Suddenly, a sharp gunshot broke the silence.

Blake was instantly struck in the temple by a bullet.

"Ah, you're the one who stayed behind... the one with strength?"

Blake slowly raised his hand, gently pinched the bullet between two fingers, and slowly pulled it out of his temple.

After the bullet was pulled out, a thin layer of cold air stained his fingers, which spread rapidly and almost froze his fingers.

Blake rubbed his fingers nonchalantly, and the cold air collided with his body temperature, and a few faint sparks burst out at his fingertips.

"Are you underestimating me? How dare an old man confront me?"

At the top of the tall building, a white-haired old man was holding a special hunting rifle steadily, with the muzzle pointing directly at Blake's heart.

"Oh, looking for death."

Blake snorted contemptuously, slowly raised his right hand, condensed a ball of blazing flames in his palm, and without hesitation threw the fireball towards the old man.

"not good!"

Vancil's pupils shrank, and his body reacted faster than his mind.

He suddenly jumped down from the edge of the tall building, the fireball flew past his back, and then he quickly adjusted his posture in the air, rolled a few times when he landed, relieved the impact of the fall, and stood up steadily.

He saw the tattoo on the man's arm.

After so many years, he knew he had found it.

The culprit who hurt their family, and the bad guy who hurt Xiaotao.

......

"That direction... is the Daisora ​​Office!"

The sound of the explosion soon reached Fanxier's ears. He threw the basket in his hand aside without hesitation and rushed to the nearby wall.

His fingers clasped tightly onto the cracks in the wall, he pushed off with his feet, and climbed up lightly, and in a few steps he jumped onto the roof.

Vancil shuttled quickly between the rooftops, but his eyes were always fixed on the fire in the distance.

This scene gave him a sense of familiarity, and he ran faster.

"Hahaha......"

Time is merciless, and even such an important matter can make him breathless.

"Xiao Tao! Xiao Tao!"

Vancil shouted, his voice echoing among the burning houses.

The main structure of the house was still intact, but the fire was spreading rapidly. The wooden floors and furniture made crackling sounds, as if they would collapse at any time.

"She must have done something."

Fanxier was anxious and searched the sea of ​​fire.

"I'm here!"

A faint but clear voice came from the ruins. Vancil turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a slender hand reaching out from under a pile of collapsed planks and furniture.

"Xiao Tao!"

Fan Xier's heart tightened and he rushed over immediately.

He ignored the scorching flames and used both hands to move the obstacle that was pressing on the girl.

The board was burning hot and his palms were burned red, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Xiao Tao was choked by the smoke and coughed repeatedly, her face covered with dust and ash.

"Are you OK?"

Vancil looked her up and down to make sure she was not injured.

"I'm fine, I just choked on the smoke."

Xiaotao's clothes were a little torn and her face was dirty, but she didn't look seriously injured.

Vancil breathed a sigh of relief, but then became nervous again.

"Is it the Fire Man? Why did he come here suddenly?" Fanxier asked in a low voice, with suppressed anger in his tone.

"Yes, he placed the source of the explosion in the kitchen, and I had no choice but to deal with it. I could see the red dot flashing, so I set off the explosion without hurting myself. If there hadn't been an explosion, he would have definitely turned around to check."

"Let's get out of here first."

Fanxier picked up Xiaotao and ran quickly towards safety.

Now is not the time to feel sentimental, we must leave this sea of ​​fire as soon as possible.

He placed Xiaotao in an empty house far away from the fire source, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the surroundings were safe.

"Wait for me here, don't run around."

Fan Xier whispered a warning, then he gently let go of Xiao Tao's hand and turned to leave.

"Don't go." Xiao Tao grabbed his sleeve tightly, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She knew what Vancil was going to do, and she didn't want to lose anyone else from his Dakong Office.

"Don't worry, I will be back. Although your Uncle Fan is not as good as Xiao He and the others, he is still capable."

This time, life or death is uncertain.

But he had no choice. If he didn't stop the burning man, the block would soon be engulfed in flames.

The flames will spread, the houses will collapse, and cries and screams will once again fill the land.

How is this different from infiltration at the border area?

Xiao He and his companions risked their lives just to prevent such a disaster from happening. The short-lived peace bought with blood and lives must not be destroyed like this.

The fire man must still be lingering around, perhaps hiding in a corner, sneering and waiting for more destruction.

"That tattoo..."

Back to the present, Vancil's eyes turned cold.

He remembered the pattern, which was the clue he had been pursuing for many years.

Now he has finally found the culprit, the person who destroyed everything for him, and has become an obsession that he cannot let go of.