The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull and heavy sound, like a death knell from the abyss of hell, struck heavily on people's hearts again and again.

Edric's body was like a fallen leaf torn by the wind, and he was involuntarily pulled back and beaten back repeatedly by the thick and powerful tentacles.

Theresa's hair flew messily in the wind. She stretched out her hands without hesitation, grabbed the tentacles tightly, and spun her body rapidly, causing the tentacles to dance together.

And Edric was dragged along the ground without any resistance, hitting the sharp stones with a crackling sound.

His thoughts swirled wildly among the shattered rubble.

He is the devout believer who kneels in the temple for a thousand days, and the sacrificer who endures the pain of being burned by the fire of karma and still refuses to give up.

Every late night, when the flames gnawed at his bones, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Because he believed that God would eventually have mercy on his loyalty.

But now...

Why?

How could this girl who came in halfway easily get the gift he had always dreamed of?

Why can she squander the power of the hellfire without having to bear the shackles of eternity?

This is not fair.

"Why—why—!"

Edric's voice suddenly exploded, forming countless echoes in the distorted space, as if millions of him were roaring at the same time.

The sound came from all directions, bringing a suffocating feeling of oppression.

“Waste…all waste!”

His hoarse whisper vibrated in the hot air.

"Since you have defiled the gift of God—I will reshape this corrupt world!"

The tattered sacrificial robe moved without wind, and the dark tentacles wrapped around his body suddenly began to wriggle violently.

That was the manifestation of the divine power of the Goddess of Fire that remained in his body.

"Witness the true purification."

As his palm swept across, the ground made a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

Countless sharp dark red crystal rocks broke out of the ground, growing in an interlaced manner like the fangs of a giant beast.

These burning crystals closed in on Theresa at an alarming speed, leaving scorching trails in the air.

"Keng! Keng! Keng!"

The sound of the crystals colliding was like a death knell, and in an instant it was formed into a scorching cage.

Through the translucent red crystal wall, one could see Theresa's figure being swallowed bit by bit by the boiling magma.

A blinding light burst out from between Edric's fingers, and the power filled with divine might exploded in his palm.

"Yan Zhu."

The moment the two casual words fell, the entire crystalline cage suddenly collapsed inward.

All the rocks melted into incandescent fluid in an instant, and tens of thousands of tons of magma gushed out as if squeezed by an invisible hand.

In this scene of destruction, Edric opened his arms and let the violent heat wave lift his tattered robes.

He looked up at the sky torn by flames, an almost devout fanaticism appearing on his face.

"Look... this is the beginning of a new life!"

Before he finished speaking, the pillar of fire that shot up into the sky suddenly trembled violently.

Inside the blazing red flames, a golden light quietly emerged. At first, it was as weak as a firefly, but it expanded and spread in an instant, until it dyed the entire sea of ​​fire into a dazzling gold.

"If I just stand here and do nothing..."

"What...?" Edric's pupils suddenly shrank.

The flames parted like a tide, and Theresa's figure slowly emerged.

Her white hair fluttered in the heat, the tips of her hair coated with flowing golden light. Her golden eyes, as dazzling as the sun, pierced through the rolling flames and stared coldly at Edric.

What is even more shocking is the holy sword in her hand.

The sword body, which was formed purely from light, was flowing with liquid golden light. Wherever the sword passed, even the space was rippled slightly.

"This world...will not change either."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried undeniable power.

These are the words she said to herself.

The holy sword was raised, pointing directly at Edric's throat.

The burning rubble solidified in mid-air, the surging flames were frozen into a sculpture, and even the sound of the wind was silenced.

Only the light of the golden holy sword became brighter and brighter, as if it would cut off all chaos and madness in the next second.

"You who are greatly favored by the gods, why are you still not satisfied?"

Edric said through gritted teeth.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Theresa's tone was full of calmness, just like the surface of a lake, without a single ripple.

At this moment...the golden light and the crimson fire collided violently!

Theresa's holy sword drew a brilliant arc of light, while Edric's flames turned into ferocious claws and tore at her.

The moment the two forces clashed, time seemed to be infinitely stretched.

The golden light is like the dawn, bringing with it the warmth that purifies everything.

The red flames roared like the abyss, carrying with them the madness of burning everything.

They entangled, bit, and devoured, bursting out dazzling traces of light in the void.

Every collision caused the space to tremble, and the dissipated energy cut the ground into spider-web-like scorch marks.

Edric's manic laughter echoed across the shattered battlefield, and his distorted face looked particularly hideous in the golden afterglow.

"You can't stop it! This world, filled with pain, must be reborn in flames! A new era is about to dawn—a time when everyone can be redeemed!"

The golden holy light became increasingly intense, piercing through the brutality at the very core of the red flame like sunlight piercing through the clouds.

In Edric's dilated pupils, the pure sword light was getting bigger and bigger.

He frantically urged the remaining divine power in his body, but found that the black fire was being purified by layers of golden light, turning into tiny sparks that drifted away.

"I don't think I have such a mission." Theresa replied disapprovingly.

The last bit of resistance was torn apart by the holy sword like thin paper, and the overwhelming golden light completely devoured the red flames, as if dawn pierced through the eternal night.

As the light gradually faded, Theresa's sword tip stopped steadily in front of Edric's throat, and the sea of ​​fire in the sky turned into drifting light fragments.

"Hehe... Do you think this is the end?"

Edric suddenly twitched strangely, "The fire of the gods has taken root in your body... You will be tortured by endless hellfire... Hunted by crazy believers... The hellfire will only burn more and more fiercely! Hahaha——"

His laughter stopped abruptly.

A trace of compassion flashed in Theresa's slowly closed golden eyes, and the light on her body gradually dimmed.

"If a flame is destined to die and reignite... then only the purest fragment will suffice."

A strange black shadow suddenly spread out from under her feet, transforming into countless wriggling hand-like substances that wrapped around Edric's body.

"Blackhand, eat him."

Following Theresa's whisper, the black hand suddenly tightened.

Edric's body gradually became transparent in the black substance, and eventually turned into countless sparks and was completely absorbed.

The last trace of restless flames on the battlefield also died down, leaving only the lonely figure of the girl standing among the scattered gold dust.