The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"what are you up to?"

Theresa's fingers trembled slightly. She had never felt her body's resistance so clearly.

Although his consciousness was screaming forward, his limbs seemed to be bound by invisible chains and he couldn't move even an inch.

The Black Hand seethed in her veins, and a cold warning crept up her spine.

"Let it go, trust me."

Strelitzia's voice was soft, the corners of her mouth raised in her usual arc, but her eyes burned with a dark fire that Theresa had never seen before.

"Letting go this time is not a relief..."

She suddenly exerted force, prying Theresa's fingers apart one by one, making a slight crackling sound as her knuckles touched. "It's my personal obsession."

The night wind, carrying the smell of gunpowder, passed between the two of them. Theresa saw the hem of Strelitzia's clothes fluttering like the wings of a dying bird.

"To be honest, I'm quite angry right now."

Strelitzia suddenly tilted her head, and this childish action made her smile seem particularly vivid.

She flexed her wrists and walked forward, "I want to let off some steam."

Theresa looked at her back, and her tense shoulders suddenly relaxed.

It's ridiculous. Strelitzia is always like this, turning the end of the world into a farce and the dead end into a smooth road.

Theresa suddenly wanted to laugh, laugh at this madman, laugh at this... bastard who could always turn a rainstorm into a rainbow.

Edric still stood there quietly, but Strelitzia was still taboo about something.

Strelitzia took a slow, deep breath, the wind around her swirling around her.

The already broken ground was dented again, and the Strelitzia reginae dived straight into the sky again.

The bird that has lost its nest now just wants to see how high it can fly.

Amidst the red-orange light, a sparkling cyan dot seemed out of place.

Strelitzia's fist was raised high under the burning sky, with tiny gusts of wind entangled between the broken knuckles and blue spots of light flashing like stars.

Her arms were shaking, her skin was covered with burn marks and cracks, and drops of blood were dripping from her fingertips, but at the moment of falling, they were lifted up by the wind and turned into a crimson mist.

"Ahahaha... maybe I'm the first..."

Her laughter was mixed with blood foam, hoarse but refreshing.

The next second, she swooped down.

"boom--!!!"

The air collapsed in front of the fist, and the wind pressure tore huge cracks in the ground.

Her fist is no longer just "power", but the condensation of all the stories that have not been told, the dawn that has not arrived, and the warmth that has not been embraced.

The will of the sky turned into light that penetrated the heaven and earth at this moment.

The cyan trail fell like a comet, colliding with the red-orange sky.

"I will...tear the sky apart!!!"

With the fist as the center, the clouds within a radius of 100 meters were shaken apart, and the scarlet sky shattered like glass, revealing the long-lost blue behind it.

“Sister…hurry…!!”

The black hand's voice seemed to be distorted by some force. It trembled and emerged from Theresa's sleeve, its fingertips tightly hooked onto the divine light stick, and it desperately pushed it in front of her.

But its movements became slower and slower, as if it was being dragged by some invisible force.

That's too late.

“Buzz buzz buzz——!!!”

A shrill buzzing sound suddenly exploded in Theresa's mind, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing her brain at the same time.

Her shoulders sank suddenly and her knees slammed into the ground.

What... is happening?!

Her right hand, or to be more precise, part of the black hand, was twisted in a strange posture at this moment.

The black substance dripped onto the ground, making a "hissing" corrosion sound.

No good...something...is contaminating it!

Theresa gritted her teeth and held down her trembling right arm with her left hand, but the feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger.

The air begins to burn.

Not metaphorically, but literally burning.

The oxygen was sucked away, replaced by a swirling red mist of fire.

Lava-like light seeped out from the cracks in the ground, and the sky seemed to be torn apart by a giant hand, revealing an endless sea of ​​fire behind it.

“Click… click…”

Theresa's vision began to blur, and countless crazy whispers rang in her ears, like millions of believers roaring hymns in the fire.

She suddenly clenched the magic wand, and a faint but extremely firm light shield unfolded from the top of the magic wand, barely covering her.

A drop of cold sweat fell from Theresa's chin, creating a fine cloud of dust on the scorched earth.

Theresa gasped violently. The oppressive feeling of those few seconds was too real.

The burning pain that lingered on his skin, the lingering smell of sulfur in his nose, and the black lines on his right arm that had not yet completely faded.

“Sizzle…sizzle…”

The magic wand was smoking at her feet, and its surface was covered with spider-web-like charred cracks.

The long stick that once shone now looked like a dead branch struck by lightning.

Was everything that just happened really just an illusion?

She looked up sharply.

The blue crack in the sky that was punched out by Strelitzia was still hanging there, abruptly embedded in the red dome like a patch.

And further away...a silver-haired figure was staggering towards them.

"Strelitzia!"

Theresa's voice cracked from the strain on her vocal cords, and she stumbled towards the figure.

"We win..."

Before she could even cheer, a raspy voice suddenly erupted from behind her, making Theresa feel as if she had fallen into an icy cave.

“What a pity… What a pity…”

The sound was like the friction of rusty gears, and each syllable had an unnatural metallic echo.

Theresa's neck turned stiffly, and she saw Edric, who should have been reduced to ashes, crawling up from the scorched earth.

His skin fell away like a melted candle, revealing the magma-flowing muscle tissue underneath, and a third vertical pupil appeared on his forehead.

"My Lord made the choice for me!"

Edric opened his fang-baring mouth and uttered a declaration of ecstasy.

As he laughed wildly, all the remaining fires on the battlefield suddenly stood up and transformed into the shadows of tens of millions of kneeling fire believers.

"Wow——!"

A sharp tearing sound cut through the solidified air.

The familiar white windbreaker swirled and fell like a bird with broken wings, with an eternal flame dancing on the edge of the hem.

"Uh... huh..."

Hoarse breathing sounds came from the smoke.

Strelitzia is indeed still standing, with all four limbs intact.

But what was wrapped around her was not fire at all, but a flowing, living curse.

The melting flames of the Goddess of Fire.

At this moment, the flames were lingering on the left cheek of Strelitzia. Her strong willpower became a curse. Through the leaping flames, one could see her clenched teeth and twitching eyes.

But she didn't scream.

Didn't kneel down.

Not even a tear was shed.

But the smile of the past was gone.