The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"it's all over......"

The black hand retreated into Theresa's shadow like a tide, and the fatigue and scars of the previous battle seemed to have never existed.

She stood there quietly, her white hair fluttering gently in the wind where the embers were still burning.

Suddenly, the girl clenched her fists.

"Do not......"

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.

The originally dim golden pupils rekindled a blazing light, like a sacred fire that would never go out.

"It's not over yet, and it shouldn't be over!"

Theresa's shoes clattered over the charred gravel, making a resounding sound in the deadly silence of the battlefield.

She came to Strelitzia and looked at the remains of the black hands that were burned to pieces by the flames. They were slowly crawling towards the deepest wound on Strelitzia's body like living creatures.

Can't help.

She could feel that Strelitzia's inner world had long been burned to ashes by the fire of karma.

Those firm words just now might have been just the last bit of obsession she barely grasped in the ashes.

If you want to heal others with the power of filth, you must have a strong will to survive as a medium.

But at this moment, Strelitzia couldn't even move.

But so what?

This is Strelitzia reginae, the madman who dared to face the power of God and challenge the oracle with his mortal body.

Theresa smiled bitterly. There was a corner of blue in the sky, which stood out against the red sky.

"Black Hand."

She called out softly, and the dark hand in her body responded immediately.

A ball of black substance separated from her palm and landed gently on Strelitzia's chest, like a tired bird returning to its nest.

Theresa slowly knelt in front of Strelitzia, placed her hands on her cheeks, leaned down, and gently rested her forehead against Strelitzia's eyebrows.

"Our story is not over yet. If you want to continue writing this story... come find me."

A tear slid down her cheek and landed on Strelitzia's charred eyelids.

"The sky is vast... yet small. Just like the blue you paint with your fist as a brush. So... just keep painting towards the sun."

The girl's voice became softer and softer, until it almost became a whisper.

She wasn't sure if Strelitzia could hear her, she didn't know if her choice was right, and she didn't know if Strelitzia still had the will to live.

Theresa's voice suddenly rose, trembling and choking with an unprecedented intensity.

"If you want to abandon me like this, then go over there and take good care of Xiaotao and the others! I can live well on my own... I can live well on my own! Do you hear me... you... bastard..."

The final syllable turned into a whimper and dissipated in the scorching air.

The girl suddenly raised her head, staggered to her feet, and the wind brought by her turning around blew away the tears that had not yet dried at the corners of her eyes.

"I'm leaving..."

Where the sky is torn, every scar is where the light comes in.

This battle, I guess, is won.

But at least... at least one day in the future, that crack will definitely get bigger and bigger.

......

"Thum...thum...thum..."

Dull knocking sounds echoed across the scorched earth.

A girl in a tattered windbreaker was stumbling forward in the ruins, leaning on a burnt magic stick.

At the edge of the burned hole in the windbreaker, sporadic sparks were still flickering and could not be extinguished for a long time.

About whether something bad would happen if Strelitzia was left alone on the battlefield.

That place has long been contaminated by divine power, not to mention that she has left some dark hands behind.

"Ha ha......"

Gasps burned in the burning air.

Theresa's vision began to blur, and the scene before her distorted and swayed like a water-soaked oil painting.

A strange red mist lingered behind her, wrapping around her like living silk, making every step she took feel like she was stepping on cotton.

The fire of the Goddess of Karma is awakening in her body.

She could feel the heat spreading through her veins, and every heartbeat made the flames burn brighter.

Theresa suddenly stumbled, and the charred stick dug deep into the soil.

A black hand appeared instantly, trying to wrap around the girl's shaky body.

"Do not touch me!"

Theresa screamed through gritted teeth, "Now...you absolutely cannot have any emotional fluctuations..."

Before she finished her words, the scarlet mist suddenly boiled over and transformed into thousands of tiny fire snakes that scurried into her nostrils and the corners of her mouth.

The girl's body suddenly stretched straight as if being pulled by an invisible thread, and her originally bright golden pupils were now completely stained with blood.

"Clang-!"

The charred stick fell to the ground.

Theresa clutched her head tightly, her nails digging deep into her temples, her tightly closed eyes trembling constantly.

What's the quickest way to ignite anger?

It's the memories... the most painful memories...

The black hand's subconscious concern has become the most deadly poison at this moment.

Those problems that were deliberately avoided have now broken free from their shackles and been infinitely magnified.

The dark hand that accompanies and protects me...is actually for her, right?

I am nobody...just a pathetic substitute...

Stealing someone else's name... parasitizing someone else's fate...

The fire of karma roared with pleasure in her veins, tempering every thought that came into her mind into a more intense pain.

"Can't think about it!"

A crisp slapping sound suddenly rang out.

Red and swollen fingerprints immediately appeared on Theresa's left cheek, and the brief pain cleared her chaotic thoughts.

She suddenly understood why those who were consumed by the fire of infatuation would go crazy.

This feeling of magnifying every thought into a nightmare would make anyone collapse.

With trembling fingers, he picked up the divine staff from the ground. This weapon, which once shone with holy light, was now covered with cracks.

She blew away the ashes gently, but the unpleasant smell could not be blown away.

Ironically... even this...

"Snapped--!"

Another slap interrupted his thoughts.

She had to leave this border area.

Otherwise... I will really become like those crazy people, and go completely crazy in the fire of karma.

She needs a place where no one will disturb her so that she can completely relax and have a good rest.

"hehe......"

Theresa suddenly chuckled, revealing a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in her laughter. She took a mechanical step and continued to move forward.

The pain followed her like a shadow, tightly entangling her.

What Theresa needs now is to vent her emotions and have a good cry, instead of suppressing herself like this.

She would regret not having a good cry now.