The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Benevus stood at the edge of the scorched earth, the scorching wind tearing at his cassock.

Behind him, the remaining members of the church supported each other and evacuated, and the groans of the wounded and the roar of the flames intertwined into one.

The black and red tentacles rising into the sky twisted and writhed like giant pythons, turning the entire area into a purgatory cage.

Fortunately, they evacuated in time... He had seen the filthy brutality before.

He took a deep breath, the hot air burning his lungs but unable to shake his resolve.

Turning to face the survivors, his voice cut through the roar of the fire, clear and firm.

"Those who can still fight, follow me and kill them back!"

He raised his hand, the holy symbol flickering in the firelight, illuminating the bloodied profile of his face.

"They are behind us, not to let us survive, but to let us leave with hope!"

Before he finished speaking, several knights and adventurers dragged each other's wounded bodies to their feet. The monks clutched the prayers, and despite their hoarse voices, they still whispered the final blessings.

Akzhan's figure slowly walked out of the scorching mist, his boots rolling over the still burning ashes, making a slight crackling sound.

He slowly raised his sword and pointed it at the cage with surging tentacles.

"Don't go to that area."

Bishop Benevus of Plenty stared at him, his old eyes reflecting the distorted shadows of the distance.

He was silent for a moment, and finally just reached out and patted Akzan's shoulder hard.

"Don't be brave."

Before he finished speaking, Benives had already rushed into the sea of ​​fire again, his robes fluttering in the heat waves.

"Because of my age, I'm leaving my hopes to the young... It's really like the so-called rebirth."

Akzan looked at his back, then lowered his head to look at his sword.

Tentacles rising into the sky, a fire that devours everything.

Even if this dispute ends, that girl will probably no longer be able to live as a human being, right?

It’s a win-win situation, but what kind of win is this?

What kind of winning method can truly satisfy you?

After all, you have such a petite figure, but an astonishingly large appetite.

Akzan, sword in hand, rushed into the blazing sea of ​​fire again without hesitation.

No matter what, when the girl comes out of the sea of ​​fire, she must see someone coming to greet her.

Sparks were flying above the ruins.

A figure walked slowly out of the burning ashes, and every step seemed to crush countless lingering flames.

He dragged the two broken corpses with his hands, plowing two dark red bloodstains on the charred ground.

"You look... maybe quite capable of fighting."

The man with the red knife raised his head, an ominous fire flickering deep in his pupils.

Akzan clasped his knuckles around the hilt, his thumb resting on the guard, his body leaning forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the other person like a knife.

The man with the red knife casually threw the corpse away, and sticky blood plasma drew an arc in the air.

Akzan's breathing hitched slightly.

The sword slowly unsheathed, and the sound of metal friction was particularly harsh in the hot air.

"It seems like I'm the only one here who can play with you."

Damn... When it comes to real playing with fire, his flames seem to have only a counterproductive effect.

If that girl hadn't drawn out the red mist from her body, she would have been defeated in a few minutes.

The man with the red knife tilted his head, his neck made a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and two knives slowly emerged on both sides of his hands.

"I feel a little restrained..."

Akzan whispered with a wry smile, but kept the tip of his sword pointed steadily at his opponent's throat.

Sparks fell between them.

The next second——!

"Qiang——!"

The first collision, the loud bang of metal colliding, created a wave of fiery air.

Akzan's sword moves were sharp and swift, and each slash accurately cut into the joints and bones of the red knife man, trying to suppress brute force with skill.

The edge of his sword drew a silver arc in the air, but just when he was about to succeed, it was always blocked by the two fire knives at a strange angle.

"Hey, hey, hey, your block is a bit against your body structure."

The red knife man's knife skills were random, yet terrifyingly fast.

The two swords chopped and slashed, sometimes like a violent storm, sometimes like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. The blood vessels on the swords swelled with the slashing, splashing out tiny drops of fire.

The sparks that rubbed against Akzan's sleeves left black holes in them, and his skin felt a stinging burning sensation.

"Crack!"

With a sideways swipe, Akzan's sword brushed past the red knife man's left knife, splashing a bunch of tiny sparks.

The blade was not made of metal, but some kind of solidified flame entity.

When the sword blade passed by, one could even hear a subtle, sticky sound like tearing flesh.

"Your swordsmanship is very strong."

The red knife man suddenly bent his right knife at an angle that was contrary to ergonomics and stabbed it from bottom to top towards Akcan's throat.

Akzan leaned back suddenly, the tip of the knife brushed past his chin, and the hot air flow left a red mark on his skin.

He turned and retreated, with the blade of his sword drawing a semicircle in front of him, trying to create distance.

But the man with the red knife followed him like a shadow, swinging his two swords into a scarlet whirlwind. Wherever the blades passed, even the drifting red mist was ignited, turning into short-burning fire lines.

Akzan's sword was still looking for opportunities, but with every clash, the temperature of the sword was rising, and the handle even began to burn.

The man with the red knife suddenly crossed his two swords and slashed down with a violent blow.

Akzan blocked with his sword.

"clang--!"

Amidst the piercing sound, Akzhan's sword suddenly ignited with bright flames.

Sparks flew, illuminating Akzan's tense face.

Tongues of blazing flames shot out from the sword's spine, flickering on the blade.

The red knife man's two knives reacted immediately, and dark red, almost black flames gushed out from the blades.

Two completely different flames collided in the air, erupting in a teeth-grinding hissing sound.

"Qiang——!"

Akzan's flame blade slashed down with a perfect oblique trajectory, and the red knife man crossed his two swords to block.

The moment the three burning weapons collided, sparks rained down.

Akzan took advantage of the situation and spun around, his sword drawing a bright arc of fire, forcing the man with the red knife to retreat half a step.

The red knife man's right knife suddenly stabbed at a tricky angle. Akzan dodged sideways and pressed down with the flame blade.

The two weapons collided with dazzling sparks, and neither was able to break through the other's defense.

Akzhan's attack became more and more fierce, and the burning sword turned into flowing flames in his hand.

A thrust went straight for the throat, and the red knife man blocked it with his two swords, but Akzan turned his wrist and the sword suddenly changed direction, leaving a charred mark on his shoulder armor.

The ferocity in the eyes of the man with the red knife grew stronger, his two swords suddenly accelerated, the flames on the blades twisted into the shape of poisonous snakes, and he slashed towards Akzhan with a fierce cross.

Akzan hastily blocked the flame blade and was knocked back three steps by the huge impact force.

A burning pain shot through his left arm—the cuff of his sleeve had been ignited by the embers.

As expected...I was still restrained.

This guy doesn't even need to use his eyes to see, he can capture my movements just by sensing the flow of flames.

Without the flame cover, it cannot withstand the slash, and using the flame is equivalent to showing you the trajectory of its movement.

"You use fire in front of me. Don't you think I'm being too good at it?"

"So what?" Akzan pointed the tip of his sword at the blackened cut on the opponent's shoulder armor. "I still managed to cut you."

"I didn't say you couldn't."

The man with the red knife raised his two knives slightly, and the fire patterns on the blades flickered like breathing.

"Is this a compliment?"

"Yes."

The brief answer was accompanied by the sound of a blade cutting through the air.

Both of them turned their eyes to the huge cage made of tentacles in the distance.

Even though they were far away, they could still feel the terrifying energy fluctuations coming from it.

Akzhan's brows furrowed unconsciously. "Speaking of which, why aren't you going to help that guy in your family? What are you doing wandering around? With your strength, you shouldn't bother collecting so-called eyeballs, right?"

"My lady likes to be alone and doesn't like crowded places. I need to clean up the surroundings. This is my protection for her."

"So you're still a knight?"

"Now I am the blade in her hand."

The man with the red knife looked down at the two knives in his hands. The dancing flames on the blades reflected his scarred face.

"It seems that this is your obsession. Let children deal with children's affairs, and let adults handle adult matters."

Akzan slowly raised his sword, and the flames began to flow on the sword again.

The man with the red knife did not answer.

But when he assumed a fighting stance again, the flames on his two swords burned more fiercely than ever.

It wasn't simply a will to fight, but something deeper and more ardent, an obsession that set the soul ablaze.

In a cage in the distance, two terrifying flame energies were colliding violently.

And on this scorched earth, another battle between faith and persistence is about to reach a new climax.