The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The carriage bumped violently on the rugged mountain road, and the sound of the wooden wheels rolling over the gravel was like the roar of some wild beast.

The guard leaned against the corner of the carriage, the blood from the wound on his chest had soaked through the bandage, and his armor was scorched by some kind of flame.

He gritted his teeth but still held the hilt of the sword stubbornly, staring at the back through the gaps in the shaking curtains.

There, the flames were like the tongues of a poisonous snake, winding their way closer in the darkness.

"Lord Shanbai...you shouldn't have...come along. Those lunatics want you...you should have followed the other team."

"Do not talk."

The girl's fingertips hovered above his wound, and a light green halo poured down like water.

"It's obvious that I'm more attractive to those Fire Cultists. Wait until I heal you and you can leave before dark."

Suddenly, there were screams coming from outside the car, and some burning arrows were nailed into the wooden boards of the car.

The guards pounced on Shanbai, and almost at the same time, three rockets penetrated the wall of the compartment where they had just been, nailed to the seats opposite and burned fiercely.

He pulled down the curtain and patted the flames, which illuminated their faces between them.

Through the burning holes, you can see the burning red dots behind.

"It's too late, let's run separately!"

Shanbai shouted sternly and kicked open the crumbling carriage door. The burning wood collapsed with a loud bang, sparks flew everywhere, and illuminated her determined eyes.

The guard wanted to reach out and grab her, but his fingertips only brushed the corner of her flying clothes.

The next second, she jumped off the carriage, rolled over to relieve the force, and knelt on one knee to steady herself.

"Follow the groom!"

She growled, then turned and rushed into the dark forest.

The coachman pulled the reins hard, and the carriage turned wildly on the rugged mountain road. The wheels rolled over the gravel, making a harsh friction sound.

Shanbai didn't look back. She was like an agile night owl, moving through the dense forest. The soles of her boots stepped on the rotten leaves and wet soil, making a slight rustling sound.

Two roads, two choices.

And she knew they would definitely chase her.

Because she has a special identity.

The scorching air surged, licking every inch of dry leaves and rolling up the gray embers.

Footsteps.

A fire-crazed cultist came walking on the charred fallen leaves.

The cedars and cypresses clung closely to the backs of the ancient trees, their backs pressed against the rough bark, their breathing held in their chests.

closer.

A red glow swept across the bushes, and the dead branches crackled softly in the heat.

"Shh-!"

A cold light suddenly burst out from the shadows.

Shanbai's figure suddenly rose up like a ghost, and the dagger was drawn out from the leather sheath on his thigh. The blade tore through the air and tore a hideous gash on the back of the Fire Cultist.

"Ugh—!"

The Fire Crazy Cultist roared in pain, turned around suddenly, and a ball of twisted flames instantly condensed in his palm.

The firelight illuminated his hideous face, his fanatical eyes bloodshot with rage.

The moment he raised his hand, Shanbai hit his arm with his elbow like a hammer.

The muffled sound of dislocated joints was drowned out by the crackling of flames. She took advantage of the situation and grabbed his wrist, tightening her fingers like iron pliers, and forcibly twisted the burning hand towards his own twisted face.

"Look at your fire."

The dagger pierced his palm directly.

"boom--!!!"

The exploding flames engulfed the face.

A blazing wave of fire exploded, sparks splashed like a bloody rain, and pieces of burnt and smelly flesh splattered everywhere.

Shanbai dodged the most violent blow, but the sparks still left several burn marks on her arms.

White smoke rose from the charred cloth, and a sharp stinging pain spread across my skin.

Without any pause, a faint green light appeared on her palms, and the burned skin healed quickly under the effect of the healing magic.

In the darkness, she exhaled silently.

This is true for all Fire Crazy followers.

Arrogant, conceited, a puppet controlled by anger.

They never learn to remain calm and are always irritated by the most direct provocation.

And then...you reap what you sow.

The roar of the explosion still echoed in the forest, and the flying sparks ignited the dead branches.

The moment she bent down and ran quickly, the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stood up.

"call out!"

The scorching fireball passed by my ear, and the heat wave stung my skin.

A few strands of broken hair curled and charred in the air, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

Shanbai spun around with the inertia of the forward charge, and the dagger drew a cold arc in the moonlight.

"clang--!"

The crisp sound of metal colliding made the tiger's mouth numb from the shock.

The moment the attacker's dagger was blocked, she saw his face covered with burn scars.

A crazy roar came from behind him, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a second burning long sword coming to cut him in half.

Shanbai slammed his knee into the crotch of the enemy in front of him, and then kicked him hard in the chest.

The body staggered backward and collided with the incoming fire blade.

"Pfft——!"

The burning blade pierced into his companion's back without hesitation, making a sizzling sound like barbecue.

The cultist who was pierced opened his eyes wide in disbelief, with burnt foam oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Shanbai took the opportunity to roll sideways to create some distance, with the dagger across his chest.

The two cultists fell to the ground in a struggle, and the burning long knives ignited the dead leaves, engulfing the perpetrators and the victims together.

In the distorted firelight, she saw more figures moving through the burning bushes.

"Haha...eyeballs..."

They rushed into the fire, and from their movements, it seemed that they were trying to grab something.

Shanbai slowly retreated. She didn't have the ability to defeat so many people.

To be honest, she was lucky this time.

The crazy people I met seemed to have some problems with their brains. I used to think they were just crazy, but now I feel like they have lost their minds.

It's just that they don't seem to want to let me go...

Pairs of eyes turned to look at her, giving people a creepy feeling.

This person is not a fire cultist at all. It's obvious that his brain is burned out.

"It's really troublesome..."

Shanbai's breathing began to quicken, and the strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with sweat and stuck to his cheeks.

Every time she blocked, her palms felt numb, and every time she dodged, it was extremely dangerous.

The fire blade brushed past my waist, and the scorching temperature could be felt through the fabric.

Crazy roars came from all directions.

A heavy blow suddenly came from behind. Shanbai groaned and staggered forward a few steps.

She threw the dagger with her backhand, accurately piercing the attacker's throat.

But in the blink of an eye, three more fire blades came at the same time. She rolled over in a panic to avoid them, but one of them still cut her shoulder.

The severe pain of burning flesh made her eyes go black, and the smell of blood mixed with the stench of burning flesh filled her nostrils.

Shanbai knelt on one knee and placed his left hand on his shoulder to heal.

Faced with the siege, all she could do was punch.

His right fist hit the opponent's Adam's apple like a sledgehammer, and the sound of bone cracking was drowned out by the explosion of flames.

The second cultist attacked from the right, slashing the burning dagger towards her waist.

Shanbai spun around and raised his knee, his hard kneecap hitting the opponent's wrist at the same time as his left fist had already hit the opponent's temple hard.

Amidst the rain of sparks, the third enemy took the opportunity to pounce.

Shanbai leaned back to avoid the sweeping flames, supported himself on the ground with one hand, and his long legs drew a perfect arc.

The Fire Cultist's teeth mixed with blood foam sprayed into the air.

Before he even hit the ground, she leaped up and gave chase, slamming an elbow into the center of his spine.

Shanbai's fist dropped limply, and his knuckles felt a piercing pain.

Those were not ordinary humans, but husks cursed by fire.

Each punch felt like hitting a red-hot iron block, and in return was the pungent smell of burnt flesh.

"That's all."

She pulled the corners of her mouth together, and the self-deprecating smile affected the burns on her face.

"What a disgusting smell."

A voice came from the distance, its tone full of laziness.

"I shouldn't have overslept on the train and missed my stop, getting lost and confused. Otherwise, I would have arrived at the guild long ago."

All the Fire Crazy followers looked at the figure in unison.

Chihuo, who was standing in the front, was knocked away in an instant.

"Hmm... It feels weird, like the cookies have been soaked. No wonder you're so anxious, are you going to turn into a fire man?"

Falling sparks danced around, and golden light flowed in the night.