The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Crack——!"

Mir snapped his fingers, and the crisp sound echoed in the laboratory.

As he moved, the originally dim light suddenly became brighter.

His eyes quickly swept over every child in the room, and his pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had seen something strange.

Then, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"It seems that we have succeeded this time."

There was a hint of unconcealable excitement in Mir's voice. He turned around and said to Du behind him, "Sure enough, the ratio is right this time. They are slowly beginning to accept the filth instead of being consumed by it."

After he finished speaking, he quickly walked to the glass window, put his hands behind his back, and carefully observed each child who knelt on the ground and froze by his hair.

Their bodies were trembling slightly, and their faces were filled with pain and struggle, but they did not completely collapse like the previous experimental subjects.

"However, this will take time to observe."

Mir's voice calmed down, a hint of caution in his tone, "We must ensure that they can continue to survive and not be completely eroded by the filth in a short period of time."

When Du heard this, a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and his voice was filled with suppressed excitement: "So this means it's successful? Then quickly conduct the experiment for me!"

Mir didn't answer immediately, but turned his head slightly and glanced at Theresa who was still lying on the ground, desperately resisting the invasion of filth.

Her body curled up into a ball, her hands tightly hugging her body. Although her face was distorted by pain, she still did not give up resisting.

"That's... hard to say."

Mir's voice lowered, with a hint of complicated emotions in his tone.

"That child seems to have resisted the power of the filth. While I can be astonished by her amazing willpower, this means that there is still a problem with our experiment this time."

Watari followed Mil's gaze and looked at Theresa, frowning slightly.

"So what? She's just an individual case, not representative of the whole. We're running out of time, and the situation on the front is getting worse. We must find a solution quickly!"

Mir didn't respond immediately, but looked at Theresa quietly.

"Then you can handle it yourself. As long as you can help her get over her pain, I'll agree to do the experiment for you. I'll also mention that even if you kill her now, it means our experiment has failed. I will make sure everyone's life is maximized."

"Okay, since you said so, I'll handle it myself."

Du's voice was low and cold, filled with suppressed anger.

He slammed his fist into the glass in front of him. With a crisp cracking sound, the glass instantly turned into countless pieces and scattered all over the ground. Bright red blood dripped down his knuckles.

"Weren't they rescued from the brink of death by that white-haired girl? This time will be no exception."

Du's tone was filled with sarcasm and disdain. He grabbed Theresa, who was curled up on the ground, and dragged her up roughly as if she were an insignificant object.

Mir stood there, watching Du's back disappear at the end of the corridor. He waved his hand gently, signaling the guards around him to clean up the glass fragments on the ground.

"If it were me, I would definitely not provoke her so easily. When a person has the ability to escape at any time, he must be waiting for the right opportunity."

He muttered to himself.

In that long corridor filled with a chilling atmosphere, Du held Theresa tightly in his arms. His heavy footsteps were like muffled thunder, slamming heavily on the hard floor, and each step emitted a crisp and loud echo.

Du's originally handsome face was now distorted by resentment and anger, and all the negative emotions were revealed without reservation.

The filth became more and more brutal and powerful, and it was difficult to fight against it with their current meager combat power.

What's worse is that this horrible filth is slowly but surely creeping towards their country, and time is running out.

Rather than relying on the support of other churches, it is better to rely on your own efforts.

"Hey! Is it boring to hide in this room all day? We don't expect you to solve the problem yourself, but can you at least give us a hand?"

Du could no longer suppress his inner anxiety and shouted at the white-haired girl in the room with a hint of annoyance.

There was a hint of pleading in his voice, hoping that the other party would hear his call and respond.

However, the white-haired girl remained the same as usual, oblivious to everything that was happening outside, and remained indifferent and silent.

"Okay, okay, since you don't want to bother with us, I won't force you."

Du shook his head helplessly and continued, "But I did hear that you saved those three dying children. If that's true, then could you try to see if there's still a chance of saving those who have merged with the filth?"

Hearing this, Sunflower seemed to have heard some earth-shattering secret. A raging rage burned in her golden eyes, and she stared at Du with a piercing gaze.

"Hehe... Anyone who has been framed by the Goddess of Judgment will be targeted the moment they make a move, right?"

Du seemed to be oblivious to Himawari's anger. He held Theresa tightly in one hand and without hesitation drew out a gleaming dagger with the other.

His movements were clean and neat, without the slightest hesitation, and the dagger fiercely pierced Theresa's body.

Theresa was already in extreme pain, and now she was almost fainting from the pain, but she tried hard not to let her tears flow.

She knew that she couldn't scream or cry, otherwise she would completely collapse.

"I'm afraid of the dark..."

Just as Theresa said these words meaninglessly, she felt the presence of light again.

The light that shines this time is completely different from before.

It was no longer the soft light that warmed one's heart and was like the spring breeze. Instead, it was replaced by a scorching and intense stinging sensation that seemed to be able to burn people.

It is like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, out of reach yet extremely majestic. When you are quietly lying under it, you may not notice how dazzling the light is.

Once you are curious or stubbornly want to look at it directly, it will mercilessly give you indelible and profound feedback.

"Ha ha......"

Heavy breathing echoed in my ears, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning.

Is it blood?

Theresa wasn't sure, nor did she dare to think about it.

“Boom…Boom…”

The heartbeat roared in her ears.

Whose heartbeat is that?

Is it her own?

Or...someone else's?

Theresa squeezed her eyes shut, as if everything would remain the same as long as she didn't open them.

She was afraid that once she opened her eyes, the world before her would become unrecognizable.

My sister always writes in her notebook.

“Those who are born towards the sun, stand under the bright sun.”

How can I see the sun if I can’t even open my eyes?

Well... open your eyes.

What if nothing changes?

"Soft wind."

Strelitzia whispered softly, her voice like a breeze blowing across the lake, bringing with it an imperceptible ripple.

Her breathing became long and steady, and her heartbeat slowed.

This is one of her original moves, called Soft Wind.

Her eldest brother had repeatedly warned her: "Fighting isn't just about head-on collisions. While strength is certainly powerful, flexibility can also overcome strength."

After countless attempts and failures, she finally understood the true meaning of "gentle breeze".

Strelitzia's heart was as calm as still water, and the Qingfeng that had been hidden beside her began to show up.

The wind has risen.

"Yes, sister. The outside world has indeed been saved by you. I am really happy because only you can do such a great thing."

As he spoke, Black Hand slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the disgusting sky.

The sun, which should have been hanging high in the sky, radiating warmth and light, was now obscured by layers of dark clouds, with not even a ray of light able to penetrate.

"But, sister..."

Black Hand gritted his teeth, his heart filled with resentment and anger. "I truly cannot bear the price you paid to save this world, to prevent them from experiencing that kind of despair again!"

Before he finished speaking, the black hand suddenly clenched the sickle called Sunflower in his hand, and his target was the Strelitzia in the distance.

A face burned by flames, blood shed by the words of guilt.

Now that fate has reminded her of her past, what will happen if she chooses the dirty path again?

"boom--!"

Amidst the deafening roar, Strelitzia stood firmly with her arms slightly raised.

The pitch-black sickle slashed down with fierce murderous intent, but at the moment it was about to touch her body, it was trapped in the invisible wind wall.

The blade of the sickle was firmly locked by the wind's velocity; the more it struggled, the deeper it sank.

"reverse."

As Strelitzia finished speaking, the surrounding wind suddenly changed direction and began to rotate rapidly in a counterclockwise trajectory.

The sickle was carried by the force of the wind, and the black hand was also pushed out by this irresistible force.

"Ink."

The black hand steadied his body in the air, swung the sickle in his hand suddenly, and several cracks suddenly appeared on the ground.

The pitch-black tentacles emerged from the ground like ink, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, heading straight for Strelitzia.

Strelitzia still looked calm. She gently raised her palm, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The surrounding wind condensed again, turning into flexible wind ropes that wrapped around the flying tentacles.

The tentacles struggled and twisted under the restraint of the wind, but could not move forward at all.

"Disperse."

Strelitzia gently clenched her palms, and the tentacles that were wrapped in the wind suddenly collapsed like crushed dead branches, turning into countless black fragments and drifting away with the wind.

"Since you like to defend so much, then defend yourself for me!"

The black hand then raised its hand and threw a black ball into the air. The tip of the sickle trembled suddenly, opened a dark crack, and swallowed the black ball in one gulp.

Thick black smoke began to billow from the blade of the sickle.

"Fade!"

Black Hand roared and swung the sickle in his hand suddenly. The moment the blade cut through the air, black smoke spread out like ink, forming a dark arc of light.

Strelitzia's expression was no longer as calm as before, and a hint of solemnity flashed in her eyes.

To be honest, her fighting style is not suitable for using stillness to defeat movement.

What she is good at is fist-to-fist combat, but she now has a better choice.

The surrounding winds condensed again, forming a solid wind wall.

The dark arc of light hit the wind wall, but no collision sound was heard.

On the contrary, the arc of light seeped in like ink, interweaving with the wind wall, as if two colors blended on the canvas, forming a strange gradient.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss…”

The black color gradually seeped in, like ink dripping into clear water, and spread rapidly.

The green breeze of Strelitzia was eroded by black, gradually losing its original clarity and agility.

The ground suddenly shook violently, and huge black tentacles broke out of the ground, lifting Strelitzia into the air, and turned into more tiny tentacles to wrap around her whole body.

“That makes you pursue freedom.”

Black Hand said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

She swung the sickle violently, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and pointed directly at Strelitzia, which was wrapped in tentacles.

Just as her sickle was about to chop down, it slipped out of her hand and fell heavily to the ground.

"Tsk."

Blackhand glanced at his empty arm with disdain.

That guy is such trouble.

Strelitzia suddenly popped out from the broken tentacles, so fast that its figure was almost invisible.

She grabbed Black Hand's neck, pressed him hard to the ground, and dragged him towards the rocks in the distance.

A huge crash was heard, the rocks instantly cracked, and dust flew.

"What a blunder! I can't move at all."

Black Hand still smiled disapprovingly, his eyes swept over Strelitzia coldly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "It seems that from the beginning, Sister has integrated the entire Divine Light Rod into her body."

Strelitzia's eyes were as cold as ice, and the strength in her hands did not slacken at all.

Facing the current black hand, she can definitely set off every wind.

"Furthermore, the necklace that possesses the power of the Goddess of Judgment within my body is still taking effect. How can I fight this? It's such a headache."

Black Hand's tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

"What do you want to do? I see that you don't intend to use your full strength at all. What are you planning?" Strelitzia stared at the black hand.

The corners of Heishou's mouth slightly raised, revealing a mischievous smile, and he even stuck out his tongue pretending to be relaxed, "You found out."

Strelitzia frowned slightly. She had once injected the power of wind into the little stutterer's body, so she knew her physical condition very well.

When she used the power of wind in the magic wand to explore again, she discovered the shocking truth.

This body has been a stutterer from the beginning to the end, it's just that the thoughts cover it.

What was she trying to get rid of with the help of her wind? A magic wand?

But her body cannot be reconstructed.

The wind he felt now was the embodiment of the goddess's power, that is, the power of the goddess of war.

She wanted to use the power of the goddess of war to break through something.

"What on earth are you planning?"

"Who knows? Perhaps the goddess' judgment can only be resolved among the goddesses themselves."

The black hand turned into a pool of black liquid and separated from Strelitzia's hand, saying in a sinister voice.

"Let's start the second round, then? Then I'll eat you up, or you'll tear me apart."