The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The white light disappeared...

It means that the bride's life was ruthlessly taken away by this monster.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the merciless laughter coming from the left brain standing out in this dead forest.

Theresa was stunned. She didn't understand why Ina did this. She just needed to let herself go up and block the attack.

The wind gently brushed across her cheeks, but it could not take away the heaviness and sadness in the girl's heart.

She just stood there quietly, her eyes empty and dull, as if she had lost her soul.

The chest wound that had begun to heal was now oozing bright red blood again, like a blood-red flower blooming on pale skin, which was shocking to the eye.

Yes, this is no longer the world she is familiar with.

She used to be an unknown person, going to work and coming home from work as usual, living a dull life, day after day, year after year.

No one really cares about her, and when trouble comes, she is always pushed out to act as a shield.

Perhaps, if she just disappeared like this, no one else would care except her parents?

However, here, she can experience a wonderful feeling - a sense of anticipation.

This feeling makes her full of hope and longing for the future, and she looks forward to tomorrow.

Because she knew that tomorrow, someone would be waiting for her to appear.

However, all of this is gone now.

"Kakaka!"

Even as Theresa was lost in thought, her black hand did not stop moving. It quickly picked up the surrounding debris, doing its best to prevent the regeneration of her left brain.

Just as the Left Brain was about to successfully seize the black body and prepare to replenish it again, the Black Hand ran around anxiously.

If his master continued to be in a daze, he would be eaten by the left brain. Relying solely on the insignificant supplement just now was far from enough to meet his needs.

Blackhand noticed a corpse. Although the essence of the corpse had been completely devoured by the left brain, it was still better than nothing.

So, the black hand reached out to its master without hesitation, trying to grab the corpse to obtain more nutrients to replenish itself.

At this moment, Theresa tightly grasped the black hand.

Her eyes were as deep as the sea, their gray tones like the sea shrouded in fog. Her calm face showed no expression, and her lips moved slightly, making a silent sound.

"If you're going to have any ideas about her, I might as well hand you over to it myself."

The black hand trembled, slowly let go of the corpse, and silently put it back.

At that moment, a breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill. Theresa looked up at the sky, a complex mix of emotions welling up in her heart.

She lowered her head and gently stroked Ina's face, then took out a tattered little box from her pocket.

This small box contains the ring that Oleg used to marry his bride, which carries endless love and promises.

Theresa bent down slightly, gently lifted the ring finger of Ina's left hand, and carefully put the ring on her finger.

After completing all this, Theresa slowly stood up.

However, at this moment, she heard a crisp "click" sound.

The sound came from deep within her heart, as if something had broken in an instant.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the sky, and a dazzling light shot out from it, like a sign of a god coming to the world.

This light slowly fell on Theresa's body, dyeing everything around her in a white glow.

"The gaze of the goddess? How is that possible! You could be watched by the goddess, this must be a bluff!"

The left brain had just finished devouring the black shell and regenerated its body when it realized that something was wrong.

In this mysterious and magnificent light, Theresa stood quietly. Her hair was originally gray, but now under the shining light, it gradually turned into pure white, just like snowflakes falling in winter, crystal clear, pure and flawless.

Her gray eyes also underwent a miraculous change, as if the sea had dispersed the gray fog, and now shone with golden light, like two dazzling gems, inlaid on her beautiful face.

At this moment, Theresa seemed to be reborn and exuded an amazing aura. She exuded a sacred and inviolable aura that made people feel awe.

"Is it really... pleasurable to stab... someone?"

Theresa stood there quietly, staring straight ahead with a sharp gaze. She tilted her head slightly and looked at a tree next to her.

She reached out and broke off a branch, then held it in her hand and gently turned it a few times. The ordinary branch began to emit a dazzling white light, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a dazzling long stick.

Theresa held the long stick and pointed it towards her left head with grace and confidence.

A "swish" sound was heard.

The small black ball hidden in the tree in her left brain quickly expanded, bursting out with countless black spikes, attacking Theresa like a rainstorm.

Theresa didn't panic, but just glanced at him with her golden eyes.

A bright white barrier flashed around him, firmly blocking the attack of the black spikes. The spikes hit the barrier, making a crisp sound.

The left brain realized that Mo Zhiying's state was real. It knew that it only had one-third of its physical strength left and could not compete with it at all.

Theresa jumped up as swiftly as lightning, as if replaying the scene in her left brain, not giving anyone the slightest chance to be dazed.

Her right palm pressed down on the weird dog head on her left side like an iron clamp, and then she pressed down with all her strength.

There was only a dull thud—"Bang!"

The left brain had no power to resist and was smashed into the hard ground, raising a cloud of dust and scattering gravel.

Theresa mercilessly pulled the left brain out of the ground and firmly grasped its neck.

Then there was another crisp sound - "Bang!"

A long wooden stick pierced through Zuo Ling's head with the force of thunder, nailing it to the ground and making it unable to move.

Black Hand...

Following Theresa's gentle call, the black hand slowly emerged from behind her.

Theresa stretched out her left hand slightly, and the black hand, as if it could read her mind, quickly cut off the surrounding branches and delivered them to her hand accurately.

Those seemingly ordinary branches, once they fell into Theresa's hands, spun several times and turned into white sticks in the blink of an eye.

Then, Theresa, without hesitation, nailed the sticks one by one into various key parts of the left brain to prevent it from splitting further.

Every knock was made with determination and decisiveness, it was a vent, a kind of anger.

"You are not Mo Zhiying, who are you?"

Zuo Nao wanted to say something, but the white stick pierced his neck.

"I...am...no...one!"

Following Theresa's final words, she drove the last white stick into the core of her left brain.