The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Ah... my sister is really stupid. How could she lose her brain if I gave her the power to play with it?"

Theresa sighed softly and slowly stroked her cheek with her fingers, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Her eyes were a little dazed, as if she was troubled by something incomprehensible, and she was silent for a moment.

Even for her, it would take some time to digest the absurdity of losing her brain.

The Theresa in front of him was completely different from the girl in Strelitzia's memory. Her posture was calm, her tone was steady, and there was even a hint of sarcasm.

"You don't stutter anymore? Can you speak so much now?"

Strelitzia couldn't help but ask, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes filled with inquiry and vigilance.

"stammer?"

Theresa chuckled softly, her voice as smooth as a spring, without the slightest hesitation.

"You're speaking of a crime, right? The goddesses aren't targeting me, so I won't be restrained in any way."

However, there was an indifference and alienation in the girl's words that was hard to ignore, which made Strelitzia feel unfamiliar.

"I didn't want to get involved in all this. After all, it's my sister's body. I just want to meet her every wish and provide her with all the emotional support. But now, I have to stand up and interpret the pain my sister has endured."

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the silence around was pulled by an invisible tension, making it suffocating.

"Let me think... if you put it that way, you're not a sunflower."

Strelitzia learned from the guild members that the two of them had fallen off a cliff, so she jumped down without hesitation.

Judging from the degree of destruction of the surrounding environment and the scattered stones, they had obviously experienced a fierce battle.

And now the black-haired girl was obviously possessed by some dirty thing.

"Since my sister loves the name Theresa, from now on, I will be called Black Hand."

Black Hand moved his body slightly, raised his head, and his eyes penetrated the gray sky, his eyes full of disgust and contempt.

"Disgusting sky, disgusting goddess, disgusting world... all of this is disgusting."

"It seems that you are quite resentful. So what exactly do you want to do by showing up? Can you give her back to me? I'm pressed for time and don't have time to waste with you." Strelitzia's voice sounded coldly.

A sarcastic smile played at the corner of Black Hand's mouth. "My sister has fallen asleep peacefully. In that world, she can be free from pain and live the happy life she has always dreamed of. The first step in revenge begins with the destruction of the church."

"To be honest, I really have no interest in listening to your theories. Are you still a child? You keep shouting about destroying the world. However, I don't want you right now. Please give her back."

Strelitzia's eyes began to brighten, and her coat fluttered in the wind, making rustling sounds.

"A little child... Perhaps I was indeed just an innocent child back then. Having absorbed so much power, I am now a filth despised by the world."

Hearing this, Heishou slowly lowered his head, staring at his hands, as if lost in deep memories.

"The light that resided within me gradually dimmed. Fearing the darkness, I thought I would sink into oblivion, but unexpectedly, that faint light shone again."

The complete hands are no longer a limp shell, but a body of flesh and blood full of strength and vitality.

After absorbing the power of countless firemen at the border, devouring the eye on the dragon's forehead, and with Theresa herself unable to resist in her sleep, Black Hand finally gained complete control of this body.

Destroy the world?

No, it was but the whisper of foul will.

I have long transcended this narrow desire and am no longer controlled by anyone.

But there are some things that can never be forgotten like this.

"Describe."

Black Hand whispered softly, and with her command, the ground suddenly cracked open, and several dark tentacles, like monsters emerging from the abyss, quickly pounced towards Strelitzia.

"Tentacle? You're the black octopus, right?"

Strelitzia laughed, and nimbly dodged the tentacles' attack by moving sideways. She quickly stretched out her hands and firmly grasped the tentacles that were running around in the air.

The best way to deal with this kind of controllable attack is to keep it firmly under your control.

"octopus......"

There was a hint of barely perceptible disgust in Black Hand's tone.

For some reason, when she heard this word, she felt an inexplicable irritation in her heart. Her brows frowned slightly, and the strength in her hands increased.

"Coloring."

She slowly closed her outstretched hand, her fingers slightly bent.

The tentacles that were tightly grasped by Strelitzia suddenly made a dull "puff" sound.

The surface of the tentacles began to expand rapidly, and the originally smooth skin cracked, revealing the sticky liquid inside, which quickly spread to Strelitzia's body, entwining and wrapping around her frantically, as if painting her.

"What's wrong? Did calling you an octopus make you mad?"

A green wind burst out from her body, tearing the tentacles apart.

Strelitzia's figure leaped out from the broken tentacles and stood in front of the black hand unharmed, her clothes fluttering in the wind, and green waves surrounding her body.

The black hand still had no expression on his face. He waved his hands lightly, and tentacles surged out from behind her, blocking her way like a black tide.

The tentacles collided with Strelitzia's fists, making a dull thud, and each confrontation stirred up a wave of air.

"boom--!"

Strelitzia's fist hit the tentacle again, and the surface of the tentacle was torn by the wind and waves, but soon new tentacles emerged from Black Hand's body to fill the gap.

Black Hand stood there, motionless, just staring at Strelitzia coldly.

"Is all you do is hide behind these disgusting tentacles?"

The fist wind poured down like a violent storm. Black Hand's eyes were glowing, but he still did not respond. He just kept summoning tentacles to resist Strelitzia's attacks again and again.

Well...finally got it done.

This way, there shouldn't be any more problems.

"Now that you have a brand new paintbrush, don't you want to try it out first?"

Black Hand seemed a little impatient. She swung her fist, and a very thick tentacle hit Strelitzia's arm hard.

Faced with this sudden attack, Strelitzia calmly raised her elbow and accurately blocked the ferocious tentacle.

"I'm so sorry, I don't really like painting!"

She still had a faint smile on her face and responded, "Right now, I just want this to end quickly."

"boom--!"

A deafening roar exploded in the air, and the powerful wind pressure pressed heavily on Black Hand's body.

Those were the traces of wind left by each of Strelitzia's punches, all of which eventually hit Black Hand's head.

"I don't want to be a fool like my sister who just rushes around recklessly."

Black Hand's figure remained motionless in the strong wind, allowing the wind pressure to wreak havoc.

The next second, her body turned into countless black balls and dissipated into the air.