The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Forget it, I don't want to say anything more to you."

Theresa lowered her eyes, and the flaming crown on her head suddenly exploded, sending a blazing wave of fire rolling up.

Her voice was very soft, but it was like a whisper crawling out of the abyss, wrapped in a majesty that could not be disobeyed.

"哐——!"

The moment the sickle fell, a red and black crack was torn in the air.

But Bi'an just chuckled, holding a burning red flower with her slender fingers and lightly pressing it against the sickle.

Sparks flew, and two completely different flames tore at each other, causing a shrill scream.

"Come on, I want to chat more~"

Her tone was sweet, but her eyes were gleaming with insane amusement.

Theresa didn't answer.

Her scythe, a living weapon formed from filth, screamed.

The pitch-black blade squirmed and swelled, with scarlet veins appearing on its surface, like some hungry beast.

Theresa held the sickle in her left hand and stood in a stalemate with the other side.

The next second, her right hand suddenly slashed horizontally, but the sickle mysteriously disappeared from her left hand.

No, it didn't disappear, it moved.

"oh?!"

The sickle is alive.

It can breathe, hunt, and appear wherever its owner wants it to.

It's not just a weapon, it's a living person.

Bi'an retreated rapidly, and the flames from her torn skirt drew a winding path in the air.

She licked the corner of her mouth, and the madness in her eyes became more intense.

"Oh, you tricked me."

Bi'an took three light steps back, and the severed strands of hair turned into sparks and dissipated before hitting the ground.

"But... you should know that a duel between us is indeterminate."

Bi'an is also a person favored by the karmic fire. She is no longer a flesh and blood body, but a human-shaped natural disaster condensed purely by the karmic fire.

Theresa's current state is actually similar, but she is controlling the flames and embodying the power of the karmic fire in herself.

And the other side... is simply the karmic fire itself.

There's nothing I can do about it. Who told me to still want to be a human being?

"It's really hard to tell who's the winner between us."

Theresa's voice was soft, yet it carried a certain indifference that was almost divine.

She waved casually.

"Shh!"

The sickle actually broke out from the void in front of the other side.

"This is just my personal grudge."

Without even raising his eyes, the other side gracefully flipped his fingertips, and the everlasting red flower accurately blocked the incoming blade.

The crisp sound of the collision resounded in the sea of ​​fire, and the splashing sparks condensed into a fleeting pattern of red spider lilies in the air.

"I'm so sad to be hated~"

The two were clearly several meters apart, yet they seemed to be in another time and space.

The sickle and the flower clashed continuously at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye, and every clash left a burning afterimage in the air.

Theresa's attack became more and more violent, and the sickle began to split into countless illusory blade shadows.

But the other side is always calm and unhurried, and that seemingly fragile petal always appears on the most deadly trajectory.

The anxious air suddenly froze.

The two men stopped at the same time and stared at each other across the sky full of sparks.

This is not a fight at all.

But it is a dance woven with fire and blood.

"Walk the song~"

Bi'an chuckled and waved the enchanting red spider lily in his hand. The trajectory of the floating petals drew a burning arc in the air.

In an instant, the space behind her twisted and cracked, and a huge vortex of fire appeared out of thin air.

That is the passage through which countless fire men descended into the world.

"boom!"

Suddenly, three giant arms made of pure flames emerged from the vortex. Each one was as thick as an ancient tree, with lava-like lines flowing on its surface.

These giant flaming fists came towards Theresa with devastating force, igniting even the air wherever they passed, leaving long tails of fire.

"boring."

Theresa snorted coldly, and the six tentacles covered with scarlet lines on her back suddenly rose up, like hungry predators, biting each giant flaming fist with precision.

The black substance on the surface of the tentacles squirmed wildly, actually tearing and swallowing the flames alive!

"Crack——!"

At the moment when the last of the giant fists of energy was crushed, Theresa's figure suddenly shot out from the exploding sparks.

She held a giant sickle in her hand, and her whole body turned into a dark red stream of light. The dancing flames on the blade drew a brilliant light trail behind her.

The girl holding the sickle,

Those eyes burning with the flames of determination,

The figure that is determined to burn everything to ashes,

Splitting the sea of ​​fire,

Cut at her!

“Look at the butterflies!”

The next second, her body suddenly collapsed.

It transformed into countless burning fire butterflies, flying in all directions the moment the sickle fell.

Theresa's blade only split the air, but the next second, those blazing butterfly wings had already pounced in front of her.

The fire butterfly landed lightly on her cheek, and as its wings flapped, hot sparks splashed onto her skin, burning tiny red marks.

"Tsk."

She spun around suddenly, and her scythe drew a perfect dark red arc in the air.

Before his left hand could retract its strike, the void in his right hand had already split open, and the blade swept out from another angle.

There was no pause, no gap, her attack was as smooth as flowing water, and the blade switched seamlessly between her left and right hands.

But those fire butterflies always manage to avoid them by a hair's breadth.

The sickle slashed faster and faster, and in the end it almost turned into a scarlet blade net.

Theresa's figure was looming in the knife light, but those annoying fire butterflies still lingered on her hair, shoulders, and fingertips. The flames on their wings burned her skin, but were not fatal.

Just... teasing.

"Can you cut it? Can you cut it?"

Voices from the other side came from all directions, with a hint of joyful teasing.

Theresa's pupils contracted slightly, and the sickle suddenly stopped.

Then she smiled.

“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—!”

A teeth-grinding tearing sound suddenly came from underground, and the entire scorched earth boiled instantly.

Thousands of pitch-black tentacles broke out of the ground, each covered with pulsating scarlet lines, piercing the sky like the fangs of a behemoth from the abyss.

When these tentacles reach their highest point, they suddenly twist and entwine, weaving into a giant cocoon in the blink of an eye.

Dark red veins pulsated on the cocoon wall, greedily devouring the ruins, burning men, red mist, and even the sparks floating in the air within a radius of several miles.

The fire butterflies that incarnated from the other side finally stopped flying and gathered into a human form in the space.

"Is this about creating a secret place for the two of us to be alone...?"

Higan tilted his head back, his red eyes reflecting the wriggling and contracting wall of tentacles.

Those dark tentacles are slowly tightening, completely isolating everything from the outside world.

She took a deep breath and it smelled very familiar.

Red mist.

A red mist so thick that it almost condensed into liquid filled her nasal cavity and burned her trachea.

“How romantic~”

There was no air in this space, only boiling scarlet mist, and every breath was like swallowing hot magma.

Theresa stood in the center of the cage, her figure looming in the red mist.

Her eyes were dazed, not because of confusion.

It’s because there is no longer any sight in this space.

The red fog was so thick that you could taste the despair of the dying Fire Man with every breath.

There is no sky, no earth, only a wall of ever-shrinking tentacles, and...

Two monsters staring at each other in the red mist.

"Is it time for the kiss now?"

Bi'an suddenly took a step forward, and the enchanting red spider lily in his hand suddenly bloomed with dazzling light.

Theresa took a deep breath, and the red mist flowed into her chest through her nose, bringing with it a shuddering, sweet pain.

She looked him straight in the eye, her tone calm and resolute.

"I'm sorry, you're not my type. I'm surrounded by favoritism and there's no way I'd compromise."