The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Akzan's sword made an uneasy humming sound in its scabbard, his Adam's apple rolled violently as he looked at the scene before him that completely overturned his cognition.

The fiery currents that swirled around Theresa distorted the space, causing her figure to flicker in the ash and flames.

"Are you...are you...are you still little Tracy?"

His voice trembled with disbelief, and he didn't know whether to draw his weapon to defend himself or remain in awe of this extraordinary existence before him.

"Humph."

Theresa made a cool sound.

She suddenly clenched her raised right hand, and several black tentacles covered with scarlet lines exploded behind her.

These tentacles were like hungry pythons, frantically attacking the burning firemen around them.

Wherever they passed, the bodies of the fire men exploded, turning into sparks that dissipated into the air.

The red mist that filled the surroundings seemed to be attracted by an invisible vortex, gathering madly towards Theresa's palm.

From the ever-expanding red fog, creepy wails could be heard faintly, as if countless wronged souls were struggling within it.

Akjan swallowed and tentatively gestured hello to the nearest tentacle.

"Hello?"

Before he could finish his words, the tentacle came like lightning.

A powerful suction force came from the tentacles, and Akzhan was surprised to find that the red mist in his body was being drawn out.

Akzan took a deep breath, like a drowning man suddenly emerging from the water.

"Oh my god... am I okay?"

He looked down at his hands, which had no veins and whose color gradually dimmed. Even the burning pain in his lungs turned into a cool minty sensation.

"I have to go do something, you can go play by yourself."

Theresa didn't even spare him a glance as her tentacles stretched out behind her.

With every step, tiny flames would burst into the charred ground, and the red lines on the tentacles would become faintly visible.

It was absorbing, sucking away the red mist, the ashes, and even the despair in the air.

"Hey! At least tell me where you're going?"

Akzan's Adam's apple rolled, and the tip of the tentacle that split into six petals was facing his eyebrows.

It exudes a dangerous aura of "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll nail you to the wall."

"Damn! She was so cute and adorable when I first found her."

The buildings in the distance collapsed with a loud bang, and Theresa's black hair danced wildly in the blast.

There was a spark of light flowing between those hairs, dragging a galaxy-like trail on the scorched earth with her steps.

The fire men along the way stopped attacking, and their burning bodies slowly knelt down, allowing the tentacles on their backs to pierce into their cores and suck out all the crazy fire.

The members of the Abundant Church suddenly became agitated.

Benives, who was bandaging the wounded, trembled with his fingers and the bandage slipped into a pool of blood.

His pupils contracted violently, reflecting the tentacle in the distance.

The nightmare suddenly came alive.

"filthy......"

His voice got stuck in his throat and turned into a broken breath.

Some who had lived through that filthy period froze in place as if frozen, and even began to retch uncontrollably.

The horrific memory is no longer lingering.

"Everyone evacuate! Immediately!"

Benevice's voice tore through the smoky night sky.

The screams of her companions being pierced and devoured by tentacles still wake her up in the middle of the night.

He didn't understand why the filth that had disappeared would reappear.

Theresa suddenly turned her head to look at that place. The look in her eyes was not like that of a human, but more like that of some supreme being in human skin.

"never mind."

An inaudible sigh.

Theresa withdrew her gaze, and the tentacles simultaneously exerted force, pushing her deeper into the burning street.

The tentacles entwined the broken walls and ruins, carrying her body forward gracefully like a spider pulling a silk thread.

The red mist gathered and dispersed behind her, like a demon dragging a heavy cloak.

Laughter from the other side pierced through the sea of ​​fire. The crazy girl was falling from the sky on burning chains, and the kerosene dripping from her skirt drew a winding totem behind her.

Theresa's tentacles suddenly rose up, ready to fight within the red mist.

"White-haired sister is particularly beautiful today~"

The other side spun on tiptoe on the burning wood, and the hem of her skirt bloomed into flowers of death.

She suddenly pressed her hot cheeks, and sickly stars danced in her pupils.

"Especially the radiance emitted by the crowns made of flames!"

Her kiss materialized in the air as a crimson butterfly of fire. This carefully crafted flame fluttered across the battlefield and lingered on Theresa's lips.

"Snapped!"

The black hand ripped the air like a whip, smashing the fire butterfly into pieces.

The exploding flames had not yet dissipated, and the five tentacles that were ready to strike had already curved into a full moon. In the cracked suction cups at the tips, the flames were condensing into sharp spear shapes.

"Oops~"

Bi'an pouted as if she was aggrieved, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, and her slender fingers tightly gripped the hem of her skirt.

"It seems like someone is even more greedy than me~"

She suddenly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, a terrifying light burst out from her red pupils.

A suffocating pressure swept across the battlefield like a tsunami.

Theresa's tentacles didn't move at all, but instead, as if stimulated, the scarlet lines on their surface suddenly lit up.

"Heh... a mere filth... and you dare treat me like this."

The other side suddenly laughed, a laugh so sweet it was creepy.

"Even when we were little...I was the one who helped you find food, bite by bite."

Flames danced on the fingertips of the other side, and the halo flowing deep in the flame's core was exactly the same as the flame in Theresa's eyes.

However, her flame was as gloomy as the abyss, while Theresa's was brighter and more flamboyant. The two flames reflected each other in the air, creating a strange resonance in the scorching air.

"I'm sorry, but the filth you're talking about might not be the same as the ones at my house. My family's are very well behaved."

Theresa slowly reached back, and a tentacle obediently snaked out, spewing out a ball of dancing black flames from its interior.

The ball of fire rolled and condensed in her palm, gradually stretching and deforming.

Eventually it transformed into a giant sickle wrapped in chains.

Dark red lines flowed on the sickle blade, flickering with her breathing as if they had life.

"Since you acknowledge me as king... why don't you kneel?"

Theresa's scythe drew a perfect arc of dark flames in the air. Where the blade passed, space twisted and curled like scalded silk.

Higan tilted his head, and with his fingertips he elegantly picked up a cluster of flames from the burning air.

"Our king hides his desires, so we can only cooperate?"

The flame curled up and deformed obediently in her palm, and finally bloomed into an exquisite red spider lily.

These two people who both possess the same karmic fire are similar yet completely different, just like their powers.

The blazing flames, like the demons from hell, devoured everything around them mercilessly.

It will not merge with other flames, but will only devour them and become part of itself, thus becoming more powerful.