The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Container...that sounds really unpleasant.

Theresa's delicate face was reflected on the surface of the milk, but the next second she gently stirred it, shattering the reflection.

However, since this is the fact, just admit it generously.

"So, Ryan now..."

Theresa tilted her head like a curious cat, her golden pupils shrinking slightly. "Is it considered living armor?"

The bishop's slender fingers gently stroked the edge of the teacup, and the reflection of the tea swayed in his deep eyes.

"That's exactly what it means."

His voice was as calm as a deep pool of water. "But it's completely different from the Judgment Church's practice of forcibly integrating divine power."

"I understand that metaphor!" Theresa rested her chin on her hands, her elbows on the table. "It's like plucking sheep, right?"

Without waiting for Isaniel's response, she started gesturing on her own.

"Those people who judged the Church are like thieves stealthily plucking wool from a sheep. Although they can get the wool, they will be kicked away by the angry sheep sooner or later."

Her fingers traced an arc in the air. "And what you're saying...is that the sheep willingly asks for shearing. If you do it right, not only will you avoid being kicked, but you'll also get the best wool."

"It seems you are not as stupid as they say."

The light spots reflected by the stained glass moved across the table between the two people, dyeing the surface of the black tea into gorgeous colors.

"That's their prejudice."

Theresa tilted her head, her eyes like molten gold moving in the light and shadow.

"Maybe... I'm pretending?"

The ending of her voice rose slightly, with a cunning meaning.

The sunlight penetrated her snow-white hair, casting fine shadows on her cheeks, and she looked like an elf bathed in holy light.

But the next second, all the movements froze.

The light in Theresa's eyes suddenly cooled, like molten gold solidifying into icy metal.

"Your Excellency, how do you know everything?"

She slowly straightened up, her burning windbreaker moving without wind, sparks drawing dangerous trajectories in the air.

"I've found the answer you asked me to find."

Theresa's eyes were fixed on Isaniel, and she spoke word by word.

"Now, I come to you with the answer. So don't lie to me."

As she finished the last sentence, a spark suddenly flashed on her coat.

"You should know...our church has long since declined. There are no answered prayers, no miracles that come."

Isaniel slowly stood up and lightly touched the pattern of the goddess of light on the stained glass with his fingertips.

"Compared to other churches, we are now just an unknown existence. When people discover that the god they believe in has suddenly disappeared, what kind of anger will the despair of those most devout believers ferment into?"

Theresa's fingertips unconsciously traced her throat.

She knew very well that the resentment abandoned by the gods and those twisted beliefs would eventually turn into karmic fire that devoured everything.

"When faith becomes a burden, when believers become a nuisance. The simplest way is this."

"Start over again." Theresa continued.

The fastest way to make a boring world interesting is to restart it.

"The fire of insanity is raging, and the Church of Judgment is at its peak. If this continues, the entire world will be plunged into madness."

"So…what do you want me to do?"

Isaniel suddenly knelt on one knee, and this action caused the sun pendant on his chest to emit a dazzling light.

"The Goddess of Light has disappeared for a long time, and you are the last light that appeared from her. I hope you can become the new pillar of light."

Theresa lowered her hat and smoothed her hair back with her hand.

"So, you want me to replace the Goddess of Light?"

"It was the filth that gave me the revelation. The Goddess of Hellfire tried to create a new god to destroy the world. So why can't we... create our own light?"

He has no regrets about what he lost trying to protect during the Battle of Filth.

But it is unbearable to watch the world slide towards destruction and be powerless to do anything.

“The world needs balance.”

"What to do?"

Theresa asked softly, unconsciously touching her heart.

"There is a prop deep in the church, I use it to collect."

Theresa's eyes narrowed suddenly. "Could it be that the Bishop... used it to spy on me and find out the answer?"

"The price of peeping into your fate is too high. Tianyuan was once a place of war between gods. Blessed by the Goddess of Light, you may gain something. The Church of War has been transformed into an adventurer's guild, the Church of Plenty has retreated into the marketplace, and the Church of Judgment has grown in the shadows. And our church has been collecting the light scattered around the world."

Theresa's breathing stagnated. The light that spread across the world was not only the power of the sunflowers within the filth, but also the power of the Goddess of Light.

"Now, we can give you all of this light. Cleanse the filth within you... and make you a true pillar of light."

Theresa was silent for a while, because becoming a god seemed really possible.

I originally inherited the power of the sunflower, and if I collect all the scattered light, I will become complete.

Theresa felt a sudden chill on her fingertips. A black hand was quietly wrapping around her wrist, trying to comfort her.

"As long as there are differences in faith, there will be war."

Isaniel's voice was filled with the weariness of someone who had seen through the world.

The silence of the Church of Light in recent years is not a sign of decline, but a silent pilgrimage.

They simply poured all the resources used for development into the future.

"Are you really willing to... entrust all your years of hard work to me?"

There was a rare hint of hesitation in her voice. "Why don't we... do an experiment first?"

"There is only one chance. These lights are the purest existence in the world."

Of course she knew where the light came from.

Every ray is the last gift that the sunflower leaves to the world.

Theresa's fingertips tapped lightly on the rim of the milk glass, making a crisp sound.

"I can accept this power, because I don't want the world to be destroyed, but now is not the time."

She suddenly looked up, and sparks flickered on her windbreaker.

"We must first find the last of the filth... and make it completely disappear from this world."

"You're right. Are you sure you can find it?" Isaniel's voice was as light as a sigh.

"The Church of Judgment loves to play tricks like this. But, after all, I am also one of the filth."

She stretched out lazily, the sunlight filtering through her flying white hair, casting spider-web-like shadows on the ground.

"When the time comes..."

Theresa winked playfully at the bishop.

"My Lord Bishop, please be prepared to abandon me!"