The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The moment the cross shattered, Edric's pupils reflected a sky full of crystal dust.

In the fragments reflecting the red light, Strelitzia's figure suddenly became blurred. She stepped forward on the spinning chips, and every step created green ripples in the air.

"You think that smashing the weapon will..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Edric was shocked to find that his voice was twisted into intermittent noise by some force, and Strelitzia's fist had penetrated the barrier formed by all the red shadows around him.

The moment the fist wind touched Edric, he heard the sound of all the birds in the sky flapping their wings together.

The silver-haired girl who always practiced punching at dawn now has the weight of the entire sky hidden in her punches.

The huge creatures behind Edric instantly drilled into his body to resist this wave of attack.

Theresa suddenly saw the burnt hem of Strelitzia's clothes fluttering, revealing the tattered notebook hanging on her waist.

It was a booklet bound with dried flower stems, and the pages were turning madly and automatically at this moment.

It turns out that Strelitzia reginae has always carried everyone’s story.

The new storm reorganized between Strelitzia's fingers. This time it was no longer a pure airflow, but a torrent of memories interwoven with countless tiny points of light.

There were nights when Brother Feng drunkenly gave boxing instruction, there were childish graffiti drawn on the wall by the members of Dakong using barbecue coals, and there were her favorite noodles to eat on rainy nights.

These fragments that should have dissipated now turned into the sharpest blades.

"You shouldn't run away...welcome the new life!"

Edric merged with the creature on the back, and his voice was no longer recognizable as a human voice.

The two men stood there, punching each other continuously.

When all witnesses turn into stars, the storyteller becomes the story itself.

The first punch.

Suddenly, Brother Feng's drunken teachings rang in Strelitzia's ears: "Your fist should be like the wind, unattached to things."

The smell of alcohol and warmth in my memory seem to still linger on my shoulders.

Strelitzia's fist suddenly changed its momentum, its trajectory like flowing wind and returning snow. Edric's flames brushed past the corner of her clothes, but failed to ignite even a strand of her hair.

She thought of the rooftop of the Dakong Office, where her colleagues sat under the starry sky and imagined the nights to come. Those wild dreams now turned into the weight of her fists.

Edric's blocking arm made a crisp sound under the heavy blow, and was bent and deformed.

The second punch.

Edric's finger bones made a metallic clanging sound, and his punch was as powerful as a landslide.

The moment Strelitzia raised her arms to block, the soles of her boots sank deeply into the ground, and the ground within a radius of ten meters collapsed.

But what was even more deadly were the flames—they were like a thorn in her flesh, corroding against her airflow.

Blood flowed from the corner of Strelitzia's mouth and was evaporated into scarlet mist by the high temperature before it hit the ground.

"When the wind is weaker than fire..." Edric's voice distorted in the flames, "The wind fuels the fire, do you understand? The darling of war!"

The third punch.

Edric's attack became more and more violent, and the shadow of his fist turned into a red wave.

Each blow was accompanied by a slight distortion of space, as if his very presence was burning the very laws of reality.

Fanatical memories surged in his mind - those believers who dedicated themselves to the Goddess of Hellfire, and the unfinished ceremony of creating the god.

But the flame in the heart of a believer will never be extinguished.

"The wind fuels the fire?" Strelitzia suddenly laughed amidst the blazing flames. "Then what about the fire fueling the wind?"

The fourth punch, the fifth, the... ...

【Dakong's story is being passed down! 】

Every punch carries an unfinished story, and every blow carries unexpressed longing.

Strelitzia's punches became faster and harder, until it seemed as if the whole world was reduced to this endless confrontation.

No fancy techniques, just the most primitive punches to the flesh.

Theresa held the magic wand tightly, her eyes wide open, not daring to miss any moment.

The final blow came amidst silence from heaven and earth.

In the center of the fire and storm, two fists collided with a loud bang.

Edric's body was covered in dents of all sizes, but Strelitzia remained upright.

"Go on!"

Theresa's scream pierced the air.

The girl's voice trembled with excitement, yet it was filled with unquestionable determination.

Strelitzia did it, and in this showdown of pure strength, she emerged victorious.

Without any warning, Edric half-knelt on the ground. He was defenseless at this moment, like a collapsed statue.

At this perfect opportunity, Strelitzia did not take advantage of it to launch a fatal attack on Edric as everyone expected.

He chose to distance himself from Edric and came to Theresa's side in the blink of an eye.

"I'll help you!"

Theresa was shocked when she saw this, and subconsciously thought that Strelitzia was in serious crisis. Without saying a word, she quickly gathered soft light in her hands.

This light is like the warm spring sun, with healing power, seeping into the body of Strelitzia bit by bit.

As the light poured in, Theresa noticed that Strelitzia's body was trembling slightly.

She didn't take it seriously, thinking that after experiencing such an intense scene, people's emotions would be high and it was normal for the body to react in this way.

“You know how a bird sitting on a branch never worries about the branch breaking?”

Strelitzia suddenly spoke, her voice as light as a breeze, yet carrying some indescribable weight.

She looked past Edric's broken body and up at the burning sky in the distance, as if there was something there that only she could see.

"What?" Theresa was stunned, not understanding why she suddenly brought this up.

"Because it never trusts the branches, but its own wings."

Strelitzia's lips curled up slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes, only a deep calmness. "Then do you know what happens when the birds' homing nest is gone?"

Theresa opened her mouth but couldn't answer immediately.

She looked at Strelitzia's back and suddenly felt that she was very far away from her, as far away as a shadow that was about to disappear.

"What... do you want to say?" she asked cautiously.

Strelitzia didn't answer immediately. She slowly stood up and took a deep breath, as if to suppress all the fatigue and pain in her chest.

Her arms were shaking slightly, and her knuckles were all burnt.

"I was just wondering..."

Strelitzia finally spoke, her voice low and firm.

“If a bird has no place to return to its nest, the only thing it can do is fly higher and farther.”

She raised her hand, gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then - clenched her fist.

"Just wait and see, this will eventually belong to our Dakong."