The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

“So annoying… so annoying… why is it so annoying…!”

Theresa's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, and the flames of the crown on her head violently surged.

But soon, the restless flames strangely calmed down.

No one knew what reasons she used to convince herself, perhaps she simply buried those surging emotions deep in that filthy abyss again.

On the other side, Ryan's armor was making an abnormal buzzing sound.

A deeper, almost soul-shaking resonance.

His eyes were fixed on Theresa.

"filthy......"

The word carries with it a certain almost instinctive aversion.

The hundreds of years of glory of the Church of Light gradually faded under the erosion of these twisted filth, and countless lives were lost with the birth of filth.

The filth that should have disappeared now appeared before him again.

"You deserve annihilation."

Unstable holy light burst out from the gaps in Ryan's armor, and he raised his giant sword high.

"Who is it again?"

Theresa slowly turned her face, and the flames on the crown on her head suddenly exploded.

Her scarlet pupils flashed with violence as if she had been awakened.

He was like an insomniac who was woken up in the middle of the night, exuding a low-pressure aura that threatened to kill anyone who came.

When she saw the other person clearly, she suddenly gave a dangerous smile.

"Oh, I remember now. That iron lump of yours."

The filthy tentacles wrapped around her began to wriggle restlessly.

"You still think the last time wasn't enough? Do you have to satisfy you in both forms?"

"Damn it! How could you two run into each other first?!"

Akjan's voice came from a distance.

He panted and pushed through the burning ruins, with half of the lava soldier's limb still hanging on his left arm.

Seeing the tense situation, he threw the stump of his limb to the ground in despair.

"We're all family! Let's prioritize the overall situation!"

But the two people in the center of the battlefield turned a deaf ear to it.

Akjan wanted to draw his sword and stop them, but that seemed a bit too much.

After all, he is a little stronger than ordinary people, but his physical fitness cannot compare to those monsters.

"That's enough, okay?"

As Akzan spoke, he shuffled back until his back touched the charred wall.

This distance was just enough for him to escape immediately when the two of them went berserk.

If it's still in time by then.

"ruling."

Ryan's voice echoed coldly, and the giant sword suddenly burst out with dazzling holy light.

An angelic shadow composed of light particles emerged from the sword, and each of its wings exuded a suffocating pressure.

The dust in the air burned in the holy light, forming countless tiny golden flames.

"Will I just watch you make a move foolishly?"

Theresa suddenly jumped up, and her filthy tentacles, like a giant python emerging from a cave, instantly wrapped around Ryan's limbs, with each tentacle accurately biting the moving joints of the armor.

She grabbed the blade of the giant sword with her bare hands. The black substance on her palm was burning and flying, but she seemed not to feel the pain and snatched the weapon from Ryan's hand.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Lion watched as his greatsword was raised high, the tip of the sword reflecting the burning light of the crown, casting a dancing shadow on his visor.

"If you, an angel, don't want to disappear completely, then go to sleep!"

The dull sound of the giant sword piercing through the breastplate made the ground tremble.

Theresa leaned her entire body onto the hilt of the sword, using her entire weight to pin Ryan into the ground until his armor lost its luster.

“What are you looking at?

Theresa put one knee on the hilt of her sword, her scarlet eyes squinting at Akzan.

The flames of the crown danced on her forehead, illuminating her impatient face, and even the tentacles carefully tidied her messy hair.

"I......"

As soon as Akzhan's fingers moved slightly, Theresa immediately yelled at him, and the voice seemed to contain other emotions.

"If you dare to draw your sword on me, you're fucking dead!"

"Who said that?" Akzan suddenly grinned, "I just wanted to smoke a cigarette."

He slowly pulled out a wrinkled cigarette from inside his black coat, but the way he held it in his mouth was as elegant as if he were savoring a cigar.

The most shocking thing is the next scene.

Akzan walked forward leisurely, until the flames of the crown almost singed the loose hair on his forehead.

He lowered his head slightly and brought the cigarette butt close to the immortal crown. The aroma of burning tobacco mixed with the smell of sulfur filled the air.

"call--"

He took a deep breath, and the spark instantly burned half of the cigarette.

Bluish-white smoke spewed out of his nostrils, entangled with the fireworks of the crown.

“It’s so exciting!”

Akzan squinted his eyes and admired, as if he had just used some high-end lighter.

The whole place was not silent, there was a dragon roaring in the sky.

"Very good, you succeeded in leaving me speechless."

The flame on the crown dimmed for a rare moment.

Those hideous and filthy tentacles now wrapped themselves back around her waist docilely, like a cat having its fur stroked.

Akjan blew out a smoke ring and tilted his head to look at Ryan who was pierced by the giant sword.

"Speaking of which...why are you so cruel to your own people?"

Cigarette ash fell as he spoke.

"This is the quickest solution. There's no such thing as a dedicated team. I'm the only one here from the beginning to the end."

A tentacle wrapped affectionately around her wrist, and Theresa ran her fingertips over it.

"And you, of course."

Akjan squatted down and picked up a piece of Ryan's shoulder armor that had fallen off.

The inside of the metal is engraved with the sun emblem of the Church of Light.

"Hasn't this tin can seen you before?"

"He judges by the smell. He must have thought I was filthy."

"Then what are you going to do with him? He's here to help. It's not good to let him sleep here."

Ryan's broken body lay quietly on the scorched earth. The paladin who was supposed to be killing everyone looked particularly embarrassed at this moment.

He came here to provide support, but was the most seriously injured by his own people.

"I'll treat him after I've released all the excess energy in my body."

As she said this, her eyes were fixed on the fire dragon raging in the distance.

The most disturbing thing is that the summoner, Higan, has never been seen.

This is what annoyed Theresa the most.

I was already in a bad state of mind, and then I met such an opponent.

"You want to slay a dragon, right? No problem, I know a thing or two about dragons."

"I don't need you, I can do it on my own."

Theresa stretched out her palm towards the sky, and tiny black particles began to appear in the air.

“Create, sketch, smear, depict, and write.”

Just five simple words, and a painting is born.