The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The dark red light flickered like a ghost fire in the depths of the dense forest. The light spots hidden in the shadows were densely packed, weaving a terrifying net in the night.

"Infatuation...? Why are there so many? It shouldn't be..."

Shanbai's voice trembled unconsciously, and his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

The words of the senior echoed in my ears.

The fire of infatuation seems to have the same origin, but in fact they are completely different.

The vast majority of so-called fire-crazed people are nothing more than fire people whose minds have been eroded by flames, or half-fire people who are between humans and fire.

They have simply been suppressed for too long, and under the guise of so-called ideals, they begin to take revenge on the world after gaining power.

The real Chihuo are special beings, they possess more twisted resentment and emotions.

Sparks flying all over the sky were reflected in Shanbai's pupils, and his ears were filled with the roar of exploding flames.

Lothar's carbonized body cracked under the impact of the explosion, but he still held her tightly in his arms.

"cough......"

What Lothar spat out was no longer blood, but hot ashes.

The right half of his body had been completely carbonized, with lava-like flames flowing in the cracks.

In the sea of ​​fire, those human-shaped torches were rushing forward in a strange and orderly manner.

Their movements were as stiff as puppets, but their burning heads all turned towards the cedar trees.

These bodies controlled by the Fire Crazy Cultists now only have the most primitive killing instinct left.

"Go away!"

Lothar's remaining left arm suddenly swelled up, and he pulled out the broken sword on it, and flames began to burn.

The moment a fire man was cut in half, dozens of fire snakes burst out of his body and madly bit Lothar's body.

A strange red fog filled the surroundings, and Shanbai instinctively covered his mouth and nose immediately.

In this disaster, ordinary people are not even qualified to be pawns and can only be burned at will like firewood.

Shanbai's knees sank deep into the charred mud, and the sight before her made her shiver all over.

Lothar stood in the center of the burning corpses, his carbonized body constantly peeling off and reassembling, and every breath spewed out sulfurous sparks.

The right arm of the fire man that he had just crushed with his bare hands was now wriggling strangely. The splashing flames did not dissipate, but instead drilled into his wound like a living thing.

"Ho..."

An inhuman growl erupted from Lothar's throat, and when he turned around, his neck made a crisp sound like breaking charcoal.

The eye sockets that had completely turned into a fire pit were already burning fiercely.

"Lothar...just what kind of existence are you..."

Is the power of crazy fire really that easy to use?

They were clearly being chased the day before, but now Lothar is capable of resisting everything.

The skillful manipulation of the flame seemed as if it was something he had always done.

The eyeball that rolled to her feet was crystal clear, with strange flame patterns dancing inside, staring at her as if it had life.

"No...you can't accept..."

Lothar's voice suddenly became extremely clear. At the moment when his eyeballs were crushed, the exploding flames made a shrill scream like a baby crying.

The molten metal from the armor formed hideous totems on the surface of his skin.

He reached out to grab Shanbai, but froze in mid-air.

A finger as slender as jade was gently touching his brow.

"Yeah, we never rely on these things."

Along with the sweet voice, the air suddenly rippled like water waves.

Bi'an stepped out of the flames, his whole body covered with translucent crimson gauze. The fabric was clearly woven from the purest flames, yet it strangely emitted a chill.

The boiling flames in Lothar's body suddenly stopped, like frozen magma.

"stop!"

Shanbai rushed forward desperately, but was bounced back by an invisible force the moment he touched the corner of Bi'an's clothes.

The other side pouted her red lips slightly, and her fingertips gently circled Losa's eyebrows.

"Oops~"

She tilted her head and looked at the man with the red knife who suddenly appeared, her hair moving without wind. "Since when did even you start caring about the lives of these defective products?"

The man with the red knife stood silently on the scorched earth, the long knife at his waist making a low humming sound in its sheath.

His deep gaze swept across Lothar's stiff body and lingered for a moment on those gradually dimming fiery eyes.

"A vessel forged from obsession...is far more valuable. Also, you've eaten too many of our accomplices."

The other side suddenly chuckled, and with a flick of his finger he brought the flowing light back into his palm.

"That's right~"

She licked the flames from her fingertips like tasting fine wine. "This flavor, mixed with human nature, is truly unique."

The red knife man's scabbard suddenly vibrated as if in warning.

In the distant woods, the frozen fire figures began to twitch unnaturally, and their heads turned in a certain direction at the same time.

"Time is up."

The man with the red knife put his hand on the hilt, but his eyes were looking towards the other side.

Bi'an spun lightly, and the flames brushed across Shanbai's pale cheek.

"Little cutie~ Do you want to know what has become of your dear guard?"

Her whisper was bewitching, and she stuffed something into Shanbai's hand.

It was half an eyeball that had not yet been extinguished, and it was now flickering with the rhythm of Shanbai's heartbeat.

“When you eat it, you will know~ You will experience a different kind of fun~”

Bi'an patted Shanbai's cheek, then jumped to the side of the man with the red knife, turned into a fire butterfly and dissipated in the air.

Even Shanbai, who had recovered, couldn't take a deep breath, as the red mist was still floating in the air.

The half-melted crystal eyeball pulsated slightly in her palm.

"Eat it..."

Hallucinatory whispers, mixed with despair, lingered in her ears.

“You must be joking…!”

Shanbai bit his tongue hard, and the smell of blood instantly dispelled the sweet and burnt smell in his nose.

She swung her arm to throw away the strange thing, but found that Lothar was holding her wrist, and he took it from Shanbai.

"you......"

Lothar's skin regained its color, even healthier and more rosy than before, but the fire dancing in the depths of his eyes was more inhuman than ever.

This was the nth time she was shocked.

"I don't know. I always feel like I'm calm now."

He looked down at his burning palms, the flames suddenly becoming unstable.

"I want to protect you, let's go!"

"No...this is not right!" Shanbai suddenly grabbed Losa's hands.

"Although we cannot fully fulfill Her Highness the Saint's duties, we can protect those innocent civilians on her behalf!"

"No... I want to protect you..." Lothar muttered to himself.

"I will never see anyone die in front of me again. I will never let you be in danger."

When Shanbai heard this, he slowly took a few steps back.

This was what Losa often said to them. At this moment, she could no longer distinguish the people in front of her.

Is it Lothar, or is it the knight beside Her Highness the Saint?

"Let her go."

A cold voice was heard, and Theresa appeared and kicked Lothar several meters away.