The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The moment the world was pieced together again before her eyes, Theresa was confused and couldn't tell what was illusion and what was reality.

The shattered glass in space, the scattered pages of a book, and the goddess's final whisper.

It all receded like the tide, leaving only the lingering pain in her fingertips to remind her.

That's not an illusion.

When his vision refocused, he saw Strelitzia's charred face.

She still lay quietly on the scorched earth, the broken tentacles of the black hand wriggling weakly around her.

The wounds burned by the hellish fire were oozing black mucus, but they still stubbornly tried to repair their master's broken hands.

Theresa looked down at her palms. The skin was still charred and cracked, and the knuckles were twisted and deformed. The blessing from God did not bring immediate healing.

"That's enough, Blackhand."

Theresa's voice was eerily calm, and her charred fingers traced the hideous burn marks on the shadow's tentacles.

The tentacle seemed to understand and rubbed her broken palm vigorously.

"Next, please eat as much as you can."

She put on the windbreaker that had been torn by the fire, and the scent of Strelitzia still lingered on the fabric.

As the filthy power in her body surged, her dirty white hair gradually turned into a deep black as if it were stained with ink.

yes......

All along...

There is always someone standing in front of her, and they all choose to bear the harm first.

Theresa pressed her broken palm directly onto the infernal fire.

The completely blackened body was now able to fight against the flames. The pain remained, but it was no longer unbearable.

But that's not what she wants.

"Snapped!"

She suddenly clenched her five fingers together and actually grasped the dancing karmic fire in her palm!

That is the flame left by the gods, a punishment for those who dare to challenge the gods.

The scorching flames flowed up through the blood vessels, burning every inch of the nerves.

Theresa gritted her teeth, feeling the flames of hell surging through her body.

It turns out I was wrong from the beginning.

If filth is part of the power of the Goddess of Fire, then these flames are not poison.

But it is the best nourishment!

"You accepted the fire from the Goddess of Fire."

Edric's voice came from a distance, with almost pious admiration, "Sure enough, our god has chosen you."

In his fanatical gaze, the girl's figure, wrapped in flames of hell, looked like a miracle.

Just like the divine punishment that the gods had just brought down through him, this was an unparalleled gift.

Theresa suddenly smiled, and the corners of her mouth, burned by the flames, cracked.

"You've got the priorities wrong."

With every word she spoke, sparks flew from her lips. "I chose Him."

The black hand began to stretch out, and its tentacles began to slowly merge towards the windbreaker.

Those scorch marks that never faded were even more dazzling now.

“Instead of Him choosing me!”

With a command, Black Hand and she began to devour the flames at the same time.

Like a hungry beast finally waiting for a feast, Blackhand and Theresa greedily tore at the Hellfire.

The karmic fire surged angrily, but discovered in despair.

This container was originally prepared to hold it.

"You really do care about me."

Theresa suddenly chuckled and slowly touched her heart with her blood-stained fingers.

The expected backlash did not come. There was no emotional outburst, no burning of the soul, only a warm flame of war burning steadily in the chest.

Filth is fueled by twisted emotions, and consuming the flames of karma is tantamount to setting oneself on fire.

Those suppressed fears, hesitations, and self-doubts should have been ignited by the divine fire and burned her to ashes from the inside.

Unless...the Goddess of War helps her.

"You said you didn't want the story to be rewritten, but you ended up giving me a backdoor. My dear...reader."

Theresa suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of the torn white windbreaker, and the entire garment turned into a flowing black and red substance.

Those strange dark red fluids swirled around his body, like a special cloak.

"Look at you."

Theresa tilted her head and looked at Edric in the distance, a dangerous arc appearing at the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, her whole body was wrapped in dark red flames, and her left and right eyes were still scarlet.

But it is not the same as the original one, it is as dazzling as a red agate that has been illuminated.

A crack finally appeared on Edric's expression; what he expected did not happen.

"You completely... swallowed it?" His voice was filled with undisguised surprise. "Then were there... any voices in your head?"

Every believer who accepts the gift of the Goddess of Fire will have fragments of the god's consciousness left in his body.

Those whispers, guidance, and even occasional punishments are all proof of being chosen.

But the girl in front of me...

The black fire gushed out instantly like a lit powder barrel, forming an extremely hideous shadow.

Theresa suddenly threw a punch without any warning, and with a sharp bang, it hit Edric directly.

Edric had no time to react and was knocked away, then fell heavily on the already broken battlefield.

Edric didn't fight back.

He lay on the ground, motionless, as if he had lost all his strength.

But in reality, his mind was racing.

He couldn't understand why this happened.

Since they have accepted the reward from the gods, they have a common goal and there is no reason for them to fight each other.

However, this girl seemed to be completely free from any constraints.

Not only did she devour the karmic fire, she also gained even more powerful strength.

Greater power often comes with greater constraints.

Just like himself, although he possessed great power, he was unable to leave this place.

He must devote himself to the god he believes in day and night. This is a responsibility he cannot escape.

This did not become a shackle for him, but instead made him feel extremely honored.

Because it means that God is always watching over him, which is the best reward for him as a believer.

For example, just now I used my own body.

Shot.

When he saw the condition of the girl in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a strong shock in his heart.

Because in his opinion, this situation is almost impossible to happen.

So, there's only one explanation left...

Suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air was heard!

"Whoosh-!"

The girl's fist not only knocked Edric away with amazing force, but also left a long black tentacle on his body.

At this moment, the black tentacle seemed to have life, tightly grasping Edric and dragging him back mercilessly.

Edric looked at the girl and found that her eyes were also red, but compared with his own, they looked so dazzling.

If we use a gemstone as an analogy, it seems that there is a difference in quality between the two.

Generally speaking, higher quality gemstones tend to be more popular because they have greater value and appeal.

That was the only explanation he could come up with.