The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The night was as dark as ink, and the path in the woods was covered with branches and leaves, making a crisp sound with every step.

Shanbai walked in front, her steps steady and firm. Although her robe had been scorched by sparks, she still maintained a calm demeanor.

Theresa followed behind her, yawning constantly and walking at a lazy pace as if she was taking a stroll.

The corners of her clothes occasionally brushed against the dry grass, but strangely, they did not ignite anything.

Those golden eyes were half-closed, but his gaze was always fixed on Shanbai's back, as if he was thinking about something.

"Won't you heal yourself first?"

Theresa's voice came from behind, and her eyes fell on Shanbai's bloody hands.

The skin on the knuckles had long been charred and cracked, and in some places one could even see the white joints.

"Although burns can be considered scars, the backs of your hands will be crippled."

Shanbai's footsteps did not stop at all. Her back looked particularly thin in the moonlight, but she revealed a stubborn spirit.

"I... don't need it for now. The most important thing is to find them first."

pat.

A drop of blood mixed with burnt ash fell on the dead leaves.

Theresa suddenly quickened her pace and grabbed Shanbai's wrist.

At the moment of contact, she clearly felt the other person's arm tremble, which was an instinctive reaction to endure the pain.

"I really got you."

She stared at the horrible-looking hands with a frown.

It is hard to imagine that someone would use such an ordinary fist to challenge the raging flames of the Crazy Fire.

It's like hitting a red-hot iron plate with your flesh and blood.

“Don’t move.” Theresa returned to her usual voice, “Unless you want to eat with your feet from now on.”

Shanbai finally stopped and she just nodded slightly.

The golden healing light flowed in the night, wrapping Shanbai's hands like melted honey.

The light in Theresa's palm was pure without a trace of impurities.

The halo of light slowly seeped into the charred wound, the necrotic skin peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye, and new flesh and blood grew again like tender buds in early spring.

"Aren't you the Saint of Plenty? How come you don't even have the energy to heal?"

Shanbai's eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked at her hands silently, watching the wounds deep enough to see the bones heal in the light.

"Why...why would you...?"

"Don't get me wrong, I just can't stand seeing you in such a mess."

In the moonlight, the new skin of Shanbai glows with a pearly luster.

"Thank you."

These two words were spoken lightly, but they made Theresa's mouth inexplicably happy.

On the path through the woods, gravel rustled as it was kicked.

"How did the Chihuo find you?"

Theresa asked casually, kicking a stone into the bushes in the distance with the tip of her shoe.

Shanbai followed the flying stone with his eyes and whispered, "They are crazy people who like to find trouble for no reason. Everyone knows this."

She subconsciously clenched her fingers. This subtle movement suddenly reminded her of something, and she turned to look at Theresa beside her.

"Your flame..." Shanbai hesitated for a moment, "Is it the same as theirs?"

"Yes~ and it's more powerful than them, but I don't like this flame."

Theresa tilted her head, smiled, and snapped her fingers, causing an inexplicable flash of light in the forest.

"What's your name?"

"Spruce and cypress."

"Shanbai...what a strange name."

Theresa was standing close to Shanbai. She had black hair and black eyes, and was quite attractive.

"You claim to be the Saint of Plenty, but you can't heal your own wounds, and you don't have any knights to protect you. Aren't you a bit of a failure as a Saint?"

Shanbai's eyelashes drooped slightly, casting fine shadows on her cheeks.

This subconscious evasive action gradually transformed the suspicion in Theresa's eyes into certainty.

"As for knights... I guess so..."

She squatted down and brushed her fingers across the almost invisible marks on the soil.

"Let's go along this."

Shanbai gently swept away the fallen leaves with his toes, revealing a narrow tire track.

The wheel marks were crooked, as if left by a hasty escape.

"You should remember the way back to the guild, right? Then, continue to lead the way for me."

Shanbai didn't answer.

Her eyes were fixed on the front. At the bottom of the slope, a broken carriage was burning.

The charred shaft of the cart was stuck diagonally in the mud, like a skeleton nailed to the ground.

The flames devoured the last bit of wooden structure, making subtle crackling sounds.

"I think..." Theresa put her hand gently on Shanbai's shoulder. "Are you mentally prepared for the journey?"

The night wind brought the smell of burning leather, mixed with a more pungent burnt smell.

The ending of running away separately was actually written from the beginning.

Those who have not lost the ability to resist, facing the pursuers of crazy fire, are like dead leaves encountering wildfire.

The flames danced on the broken frame, casting the shadows of the two people on the charred earth.

"Okay, let's put out the fire quickly. Otherwise it won't be fun if everything burns up."

The two of them worked together to suppress the raging fire bit by bit, and sparks flew around them.

The charred carriage was empty, no debris, no blood, not even any signs of a fight.

Theresa kicked away a burning plank and raised an eyebrow. "We should always look on the bright side of things. Maybe your knight has cleverly escaped."

"I need you to be alone for a while, so you can vent your emotions."

"No, let's leave quickly. If the crazy fire appears again..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

"Bang!"

Theresa grabbed the burning fire knife with her backhand without even turning her head, and held it firmly in her palm.

She squeezed it lightly, and it immediately shattered into countless sparks that flew away.

It's not just a simple flame.

"Kids are fighting, what are you doing out here?"

Theresa spoke loudly to the dark woods, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"I assume that, with your status, you wouldn't bother devouring ordinary people, right?"

The clanging sound tore through the silence of the night.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!”

In just a few seconds, Theresa had exchanged more than ten attacks and defenses with the scarlet figure.

"Finally I met someone decent."

The scarlet figure revealed its true appearance in the moonlight. It was wearing a red mask and wielding two swords transformed from flames.

"Honestly, if I hadn't been to the border area, I wouldn't have known you were divided into different groups."

Theresa held the divine light stick condensed from pure light in one hand and smiled wildly.

"What should I call you? How about the Red Knife Man?"

"The aura...of you...really disgusts me. It makes me want to surrender. I don't like it."

The scarlet blade cut through the night, leaving a burning trail in the air.

The man with the red knife slowly raised his double-edged swords, and the flames on the blades suddenly surged, with the tongues of fire rising to more than a person's height.

"When you like someone, you should look at their inner qualities, not their body odor, okay?"

Theresa swung the stick lightly, transforming it into a three-sectioned stick that circled behind her.

The two beams of light collided again.