The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Shanbai stared blankly at the figure in front of him, his pupils trembling slightly.

The night wind blew sparks across her cheeks, and the hot air was filled with the smell of burnt blood.

Her eyes were fixed on the dancing flames on the corner of the man's clothes.

That dark red flame was clearly the cursed flame unique to the Fire Cultists.

But her eyes...did not have any of the madness and turbidity that were unique to the Fire Crazy Cultists.

Shanbai's throat was dry and painful, and his fingertips unconsciously pinched the wound in his palm.

The pain kept her awake, but it also made her more aware of her desperate situation.

She watched as the man casually swatted away a believer who was rushing towards him, his movements as easy as if he was shooing away a mosquito.

This is not a power that humans should have at all.

Theresa raised the corner of her mouth in a contemptuous arc, and the flames on her torn clothes gradually became brighter.

"I know why you're all looking at me. I know."

Before he could finish his words, a blazing blade came slashing from the side.

She didn't even look back, but just turned slightly sideways, the corner of her clothes drew a sharp arc, and the flames dragged a scarlet afterimage in the air.

The blade passed by, only cutting off the drifting flames.

She grabbed the attacker's wrist with her backhand, and before the attacker could scream, she used the force to spin around and pulled him hard.

The man was thrown out like a rag and fell heavily into the burning bushes, sparks flying everywhere.

Theresa weighed the long sword she had seized, the flames flowing from the blade reflecting in her eyes.

"How about it?"

She tilted her head, flames swirling around her fingertips, more intense and pure than those of the surrounding Fire Cultists.

"Is the flame on the corner of my clothes brighter than yours?"

She chuckled and tapped the ground with the tip of the knife, sending sparks flying.

"You worked so hard to burn yourselves, but you can't even get as much as a piece of my clothing..."

"LOL."

The moment the last syllable fell, her figure suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared again, the blade was already there.

"Shh!"

An arm flew high into the air, and before the broken end could even bleed, it was burned into a charred stump by the high temperature.

The Fire Crazy Cultist was stunned for a moment, and then let out a heart-wrenching wail.

Theresa didn't give him a chance to breathe. She turned the blade and stabbed behind him with her backhand.

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced through the enemy who was rushing towards her. She could even feel the blade cutting through flesh and scraping across bones.

Theresa yanked out her knife, and before the blood even hit the ground, it evaporated into a bloody red mist in the high temperature.

"Come on, keep going? Isn't it me that you desire most?"

Theresa cleared her throat and imitated the tone of a delicate girl.

"Give me the eye...give me the strength...now is the opportunity, ok?"

The tip of the knife raised a cluster of sparks, reflecting her sarcastic eyes.

"What? Don't you want a cute girl nestled in your rotten embrace? Don't I look cute? Don't you want to support me?"

The Fire Cultist's head was at her feet, its charred arms twitching slightly.

"How pathetic! True fire-crazed believers at least cling to some ridiculous ideal, but you're nothing but a bunch of cowardly maggots, unworthy of even burning."

Theresa casually threw the long sword to the ground.

Time seemed like stretched honey, and Shanbai only had time to blink his eyelashes.

"boom!"

The golden light spread in the night, like thousands of fireflies suddenly blooming.

Every moment a cluster of light exploded, it illuminated the stunned and frozen faces of the Fire Crazy Cultists.

Their bodies shattered in the brilliance, turning into dust of light that scattered all over the sky, without even leaving behind a scream.

When the last speck of light went out, only the scorched fallen leaves were left gently tumbling in the forest.

"We're done."

Theresa brushed her sleeves carelessly, as if she had just brushed away a few fallen leaves.

When she turned around, the golden light particles remaining in her hair fell like stardust.

"Wait a moment... could you please help me..."

Shanbai's request was cut short as soon as it came out.

"No."

Theresa didn't even pause. Her lazy yawns mixed with the fading footsteps, and she looked really sleepy.

The night wind blew past, carrying the lingering smell of burning, and Shanbai's hands hanging by his side slowly clenched.

She suddenly looked up, and her dark eyes on her smoke-stained cheeks were surprisingly bright.

"In the name of the Saint of Plenty..."

The clear voice cut through the night, startling the birds in the forest.

Theresa finally stopped.

"I ask you to assist me."

As the last syllable fell, Theresa's heel crushed a dead branch on the ground.

"oh......? "

The monosyllabic word was wrapped in a dangerous smile, and her skirt suddenly bulged out, revealing her emotions.

"You just said... in the name of what?"

She turned slowly, and the moonlight finally illuminated the dark golden light in her eyes.

Every time Theresa took a step forward, a strong sense of oppression came over her, pinning Shanbai to the spot.

"In the name of the Saint of Plenty."

Shanbai looked firmly into Theresa's eyes; she could feel the silent anger.

"Ah."

Theresa suddenly smiled.

“It’s normal for police officers to ask passersby to assist them in their work… but you know what?”

Her fingertips lifted Shanbai's chin.

"I'm..." She leaned closer to his ear, "I'm a little sensitive."

"I need your help, come with me to rescue people."

Shanbai's voice was firm, but her knuckles were still bleeding. Dark red blood beads fell along her fingertips, creating dark pits on the scorched earth.

Tick.

Tick.

Every sound is clearly audible.

Theresa narrowed her eyes, the anger in her golden pupils gradually fading into a dangerous amusement.

She tilted her head slightly, and the golden light illuminated Shanbai's face, which was calm to the point of being indifferent.

"Oh? But I said no?"

"Then they will be burned to death by the mad fire." Shanbai did not look away, "and I will avenge them one day in the future."

"What a calm answer."

Theresa pinched Shanbai's chin and forced her closer.

Their breaths mingled in the hot air.

Theresa carefully examined the girl before her.

Obsidian eyes, a nose slightly higher than hers, and lips stained with blood but still tightly pursed.

She looks a little better than ordinary people, but she has a stubbornness that ordinary people don't have.

"Interesting. Lead the way, Lady Saint."

Theresa let go of her hand and turned around, the corner of her clothes flashing a dazzling arc of fire.

"But remember, I hate Chihuo and his gang too. I'm not just following the orders of some saint."

Golden pupils flickered in the shadows.

"If you still want to maintain your status as the Saint of Plenty, you'd better call me Senior."