The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Let me tell you, that little monster is very naive, just like an ordinary little girl. She looks very gullible. You can just trick her and lure her back home later." Akzan said to the man beside him with a smirk on his face.

After understanding the current situation, he returned to the church once, explained the relevant situation, and then led a blond man to the small village where Theresa lived again so that he could see it with his own eyes.

"You're saying I'm like the bad guy who kidnapped the little girl, Arjan. This is not nonsense, but sincere praise and firm belief in the goddess. You should understand that if a person lacks something to rely on in his heart, it will lead to serious consequences." The man responded in a serious tone.

"Tsk, I don't believe in any gods. Right, Your Holiness?" Akzhan said in a joking tone.

"I am deeply honored to have your recognition. But please don't call me that in formal occasions. After all, I have not yet officially taken up the position of Pope." The man replied with a smile.

"Actually, it's almost the same. If the people from other churches hadn't expressed their dissatisfaction, with your ability, you would have become the well-deserved Pope long ago."

"That's another matter. After all, some unexpected situations did happen here." The man spread his hands helplessly.

The blond man walked side by side with Akjan, strolling through the forest at a leisurely pace.

They were walking and talking when at this moment, a dazzling white light suddenly shot out from the distant clouds and shone directly on a hill not far ahead.

Akzhan's mouth opened wide in surprise, and he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh my god? What's going on? Could it be that another lucky person has been favored by the goddess? But... wait, this hilltop looks so familiar! Isn't this where the little mute girl lives? Oh no, is something going to happen to the village? Hurry, let's go over there!"

"No... She's back!"

The blond man raised his lips, his voice trembling with excitement, "You go and solve it. Usually when a miracle like this happens, the problem will be solved. I have to go back to the church!"

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"Ha~ha~"

Theresa gasped as she looked at the left brain in front of her. It was now nailed to the ground by white sticks all over its body, and black liquid was constantly flowing out of it.

This time...it's definitely dead...

Thinking of this, Theresa felt a little relieved.

Those terrible monsters in the village should have all disappeared with the death of Left Brain.

She noticed the white light coming from the sky just now and her current condition.

Where did this light come from? Could it be the gaze of the goddess of this world?

No matter what, he was saved.

Theresa felt a sharp pain in her chest. She looked down and found that the wound on her chest had opened again and blood was oozing out.

Why not get some treatment while you're at it.

She felt weak all over. She was full of energy just now, but now she was exhausted.

No, my heart hurts so much, as if something is stuck in it.

Could it be that the amulet inside was broken?

Theresa realized that she had to find food as soon as possible to replenish her strength, otherwise she might die from excessive blood loss.

She moved her feet with difficulty, her eyes fell on the bride Ina lying on the ground not far away, and a wave of grief surged in her heart.

What a terrible wedding ceremony!

Theresa tried to look sad, but her face felt a burning pain.

I wanted to make a sad sound, but I found that my throat was as painful as if it was cut by a knife.

Helplessly, Theresa bent her legs and slowly sat down.

She gently placed Ina's head on her lap, then lowered her head to touch Ina's forehead, just as she had done to herself.

Black Hand...

As if hearing the master's gentle call, the black hand quietly stretched out from behind Theresa.

"Help me eat the left side of my brain. Even though it's incredibly disgusting, I have to survive."

Theresa silently communicated with Black Hand in her heart.

After eating the left brain, Black Hand's ability should become even stronger, which is undoubtedly a good thing.

However... after experiencing these several times, Theresa has come to understand that the Black Hand itself has self-awareness and can do some things independently.

If she hadn't stopped him in time, Ina would have become Black Hand's food to restore his strength.

Theresa didn't know what changes would occur in her body after the left brain was devoured, and whether the Black Hand's self-awareness would become stronger and erode her consciousness and occupy her body.

This was originally the body of Black Hand, but Theresa forcibly occupied it without knowing the reason. Perhaps it was the effect of the amulet that allowed her to suppress it for so long.

"I'm so tired, I really want to sleep... Can I trust you, Black Hand? I really want to experience this world more..."

The Black Hand didn't speak, and of course it couldn't speak.

It just silently extended more tentacles and wrapped its host around it, as if to turn it into a butterfly about to break out of its cocoon.

Then several more tentacles inserted into the pool of liquid in the left brain.

Theresa slowly closed her eyes. She was too tired.

The black hand began to enjoy its food. Countless tentacles tightly wrapped around the left brain, devouring it bit by bit.

In the endless darkness, Theresa fell into a strange dream.

She seemed to be in a gorgeous garden, with sunshine filling the earth, birds singing happily, and flowers emitting bursts of fragrance. The garden was so beautiful that it made her intoxicated.

In the center of the garden, there is a small and exquisite courtyard, surrounded by exquisite canvases depicting various breathtaking scenery, such as magnificent mountains, vast grasslands and sparkling lakes.

Theresa's eyes were drawn to a figure in the courtyard, who was concentrating on painting on a canvas. She was so beautiful, exactly the same as the girl who had hugged Theresa.

Theresa watched her quietly, her heart filled with curiosity.

The girl seemed to be aware of Theresa's presence.

She put down her paintbrush, slowly turned around, and walked towards Theresa. She radiated a dazzling light, so intense that Theresa could barely look directly at her. She could only vaguely see her eyes, gleaming with golden light.

She slowly reached out her hand and gently stroked Theresa's face, as if confirming something.

Theresa felt a warm current coming from the girl's fingertips, warm and comfortable, as if it could dispel all the fear and anxiety in her heart.

Then the girl turned into light and disappeared, and the faint light brushed across Theresa's face.

It was as if nothing had happened, after all, it was just a dream.