The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

“Da, da da—”

Slender calves dangled at the highest points, boot heels tapping gently against the rusted metal surface.

Bi'an propped up her chin, the whole burning city blooming in her pupils. The debris rolled up by the tongues of fire were like millions of red fireflies, forming flowing light bands around her.

"Huh~"

She suddenly opened her arms, and the hot air flow lifted her hair.

A meteorite-like fire man appeared in the air and crashed to the ground.

It’s so warm.

Higan rested his burning cheek on his knees, counting the screams coming one after another in the distance.

Those sounds are so interesting, some are like violins with broken strings, some are like bagpipes with leaks, and finally they all turn into the crackling sound of burning firewood.

The night wind brought her the sweet aroma of burnt food, and she suddenly remembered that a long time ago, she always stole the offerings made to the gods.

"It's going to burn."

Bi'an narrowed his eyes and watched the white air he exhaled intertwine with the thick smoke into a spiral.

It was strange. Even though it was purgatory down there, she felt more at ease than ever.

"How long are you going to wait and see?"

The red knife man's voice sounded like it was drawn from a rusty scabbard, with the hoarseness of metal friction, and the firelight was reflected in his pupils without any ripples.

The dangling legs on the other side suddenly stopped.

"Waiting for someone, come find me~"

She hummed and turned her face, the half of her face illuminated by the firelight flushed with a sickly red.

"My white-haired sister... is looking for me..."

The man with the red knife scoffed, his knuckles tapping the hilt of the knife, making a clicking rhythm.

"If you hadn't eaten all that stupid fire, we wouldn't be sitting there like idiots waiting for something to happen."

The wind suddenly sounded.

Bi'an watched the figure fall into the sea of ​​fire like a kite with a broken string.

She giggled and clapped her hands, the chains around her wrists jingling.

"Go, go, find your little toy~"

In an instant, her expression darkened again. Her fingertips slid across her palm.

"Why... do you reject me..."

The other side suddenly opened her arms, and countless sparks gathered around her to form twisted fire butterflies.

"Our flames...are so compatible..."

As she waved her hand like a conductor, all the fire figures on the street froze at the same time.

The rotten heads all turned in one direction.

"Let's dance~"

Bi'an closed his eyes in ecstasy, listening to the roar of the surging fire.

......

"Shh-!"

Akzan's sword drew a silver arc, and the burning body slowly fell in front of him, exploding into a choking red mist.

He took two steps back suddenly, digging the tip of the knife into the ground to support his shaking body. The taste of rust in his throat made him frown.

"Oh my god, why do I feel like I can't breathe? Am I getting old?"

Akzan muttered to himself while breathing hard.

He now has a new understanding of the Crazy Fire. Not every Crazy Fire can maintain its human form.

The fires around were getting more and more fierce. The raging flames raged like a demon. The heat waves rolled and distorted the air, as if they were going to devour everything.

Every breath felt like swallowing red-hot iron sand, burning the throat and lungs and causing bursts of stinging pain.

"You smoke too much."

Theresa spoke without turning her head, seemingly unaffected by the harsh surroundings.

"Bullshit! What does this have to do with smoking?"

Akzan kicked the remains of the fire man that was trying to hold his calf hard. After being kicked away, the remains rolled on the ground for a few times and finally turned into ashes.

"By the way, have you noticed that there are more and more crazy people here?"

"Yeah, I feel it. And it will get worse and worse. By then, the red mist after the Fire Man dies should be able to turn you into a walking corpse."

Theresa took a deep breath and stared at the firemen gradually gathering towards them.

Those fire men jumped and danced in the flames, making strange roars that made people shudder.

It seems that these fire men do this intentionally, and their actions are not disorderly, but have a certain purpose.

No, this can't go on. It's not right to fight, and it's not right not to fight.

Many people are on the verge of losing their minds and banging their heads against the wall in agony.

The most urgent task now is not how to put out the fire, but how to deal with the red fog that fills the sky.

"Fine......"

Theresa's voice ended with a broken laugh, and the sparks on the edge of her beret suddenly snaked up along her fingertips like an awakened snake.

Burning lines wander freely on the windbreaker, and every hole is like a curse engraved by fate.

The hem of the clothes moved without wind, and the lava-like luster surged between the folds, as if the entire purgatory was worn on the body.

"Anyway...it's only a few days away."

The moment when the whispers and ashes drifted away.

A scarlet fire butterfly pierced through the billowing smoke, liquid flames flowing between its wing veins. The moment it touched the brim of the hat, the entire sea of ​​fire strangely froze.

Theresa's right hand suddenly twisted, and dark filth surged out from under her skin like a living thing, gathering into a twitching mass of flesh and blood in her palm, making a sticky sound that made her teeth ache.

She breathed lightly at the filth, and flames erupted from the core of the mass. The black matter twisted into translucent crystals in the high temperature, and the flying sparks burned the surrounding air into twisted ripples.

Amidst Akjan's exclamation, Theresa slammed herself in the face.

"boom--!"

Flames shot up into the sky, and the foul power exploded in a fan shape, carrying pure destruction.

Theresa's figure hovered in the center of the flames, her torn windbreaker transformed into thousands of burning strips of cloth, surrounding her body like devout believers.

When the flames completely dissipated, a pair of eyes made of boiling orange-red flames slowly opened, and eternal karmic fire burned deep in the pupils.

Her short black hair danced wildly in the heat wave, and dark tentacles broke out from the back of her neck, like greedy vines entwining the beret and the fire butterfly.

The scorching energy gathered at the top and eventually condensed into a burning crown, which slowly placed itself on her head with a terrifying pressure.

In the ashes stirred up by the scorching air wave, Theresa was like a demon king reborn from the ashes.

The singing in the sky suddenly stopped.

The other side suddenly stopped swinging his legs and his nose twitched slightly.

Her deep red pupils suddenly shrank into thin lines, reflecting the suddenly dim fire scene below.

It was as if someone had pressed the world's dimming knob, and all the burning flames lost a third of their color at the same moment.

"Ah..."

Her small nostrils twitched slightly and the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably.

“This taste…”

The other side suddenly opened its arms, leaned back with its back facing the sea of ​​fire, and let gravity take over its body.

As she fell, the strong wind lifted her long hair, and the sparks that fell from her hair left a meteor-like trail behind her.

"I'm coming to see you, white-haired sister~"