The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The guard's rough fingers suddenly pinched Theresa's chin, forcing her to look up.

The tattered strips of cloth were wrapped around her eyes and tied into a crooked knot at the back of her head.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

Theresa shrank back and spoke cautiously, her voice as thin as a mosquito. "I... I've been looking at white for too long..."

She paused, taking a deep breath as if in some pain.

"If you don't cover it... you'll go blind..."

When she said the last word, her voice suddenly took on a slight tremor.

This isn't all acting; if she relaxes a little, the pain will naturally find her.

He pushed Theresa roughly and said, "Hurry up, if you don't want to freeze to death in this snow."

Theresa stumbled forward, her steps deliberately made unsteady.

The pain still persisted, but she had gotten used to it.

The guards would never have thought that this seemingly frail little beggar was using his tears to cover up the golden light flashing in his eyes.

Theresa's footsteps paused slightly on the cold stone corridor.

The kerosene lamps on both sides of the corridor cast flickering light and shadows, stretching the shadows of the iron fence into distorted lines.

An inexplicable feeling of disgust surged up from the bottom of my heart, as if I had touched something dirty.

This place should have been reduced to ruins by the Black Hand's attack, but now it has been rebuilt brick by brick.

Those dark rooms... must have been perfectly reproduced.

When humans do evil things... they are always particularly patient.

"What are you daydreaming about?" The guard pushed her impatiently.

Theresa staggered a few steps, and her golden pupils shrank slightly under the blindfold.

The sharp sound of the iron door opening echoed in the corridor.

"Go in."

The guard nudged her in the back with his elbow.

"It's better to stay here than to freeze to death outside. We're not an orphanage. You still have to find a way to survive after the snow stops."

Theresa lowered her head and walked into the cell. From an angle where the guards couldn't see her, her fingertips lightly brushed against the wall.

An almost invisible golden light flashed at the point of contact and disappeared without a trace like a drop of water seeping into a sponge.

The iron door slammed shut behind him, the chains rattling.

When the guard's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, Theresa slowly leaned against the cold stone wall.

The blindfold suddenly burst into flames, and in an instant turned into ashes and fell away, revealing her eyes that were as bright as molten gold.

"Why haven't you been released yet?"

She tilted her head, a playful smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and her eyes were fixed on the mottled wall.

"It's snowing so heavily now, aren't you afraid that I'll freeze to death outside?"

A low chuckle came from behind the stone wall.

"You? Frozen to death? Just turn into a furry creature, my... Senior Steyan."

"What did our little Kui'er do to get arrested?"

There was a knock on the wall from the opposite side.

Theresa tilted her head and lightly traced the wall with her fingertips.

"It's me~"

Her voice suddenly became innocent. "Such an obedient child, will be forgiven for any mistakes he makes, right?"

"Hahahaha...you're right, you're right..."

Steyan's laughter echoed in the cell, and his expression darkened.

"So, my dear schoolmate is going to jail early...what's the plan?"

"Hasn't Senior guessed it a long time ago? Otherwise, why would you want to be thrown into prison?"

Theresa's golden eyes glowed faintly in the darkness. She pressed her palms completely against the wall and spoke softly.

"I've committed a crime, so naturally I'll be arrested. That Saint Lady's hands...are so cold."

"Hehe...child trafficking...no, trafficking young girls. That's a serious crime. You're lucky you weren't shot on the spot."

Theresa chuckled, with a hint of emotion evident in her tone.

"Compared to some people who secretly planned so much but still failed, my crime is much lighter."

Sitian's voice suddenly darkened: "It's better than some little liar pretending to be a candidate for the Saint..."

"Actually, it's the filth itself?" Theresa continued. "Looking at it this way, I seem even more of a monster than you."

The wall suddenly fell into a strange silence. After a moment, Steyan uttered a strange sneer.

"Same here...it seems like we're both...not very good at being nice people..."

After a brief exchange of sarcasm, the two returned to the special topic.

"Have you known all along," Theresa suddenly said, her voice so soft that it seemed as if she were talking to herself, "that this prison is filled with filth?"

"I can tell you're the type who never listens. What did I say when we fought? I'm a successful example!"

The Church of Inquisition wiped out the crazy research organization, but took all the experimental records for themselves.

Those special manuscripts contain detailed records of forbidden knowledge on how to merge the power of gods with the flesh of mortals.

The Church of Judgment has never been a devout church.

When they turned out the experimental records, those fanatical eyes were clearly like hungry wolves seeing flesh and blood.

The power of the gods? What a wonderful temptation.

It was not until they saw the sunflower that even the goddess of judgment envied them that the greed lurking deep in their hearts finally tore off the mask of hypocrisy.

filthy.

The ashes left after the burning of the Goddess of Fire are the perfect experimental material.

It's dirty and twisted, yet it contains the purest divinity. How could we let it go?

Have they really not had any accidents over the years?

Every disaster was covered up perfectly?

Use the bodies of prisoners, the flesh and blood of innocent people, and the entire prison as sacrifices?

never mind.

Anyway, this evil prison will soon become a real grave.

She had never intended to remain a prisoner.

Since the Black Hand didn't completely destroy the prison...

Then the answer to why she came here is obvious.

In addition to seizing the filth from the right brain, this prison must also be completely destroyed.

"Then let's get started right away."

Theresa lightly flicked her fingertips, and the golden lines covering the wall suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.

"I'm in a hurry."

"boom--!"

The entire stone wall shattered in the exploding golden light, and in the smoke and dust of flying rubble, Steyan's smiling face was completely exposed in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey, making such a big noise, aren't you afraid of attracting the guards?"

"Stop pretending, otherwise you wouldn't be chatting with me so loudly. You're doing a good job of disguising yourself. You should have figured out where the filth is hiding, right?"

"Don't get me wrong, our interests are not aligned."

Sitian moved his wrist, making a creaking sound.

"My only goal is filth."

"You'd better not push your luck. I'm only giving you this favor because of your sister."

The tentacle instantly rushed towards Steyan's forehead, and the top suddenly cracked, spitting out a burning dragon scale.

"Your dead dragon is lame."