The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"This... is a very special dragon scale..."

There was a fluctuation in Steyan's voice. The warmth from his fingertips alone made the dormant blood in his body boil and surge.

This is a million times more precious than his bottle of rotten dragon blood.

The flames dancing on the scales are not ordinary fire. Each flame contains an almost insane divinity.

"Where did you get this aura from...?"

"All you need to know is that I'm awesome."

Theresa interrupted his questioning, flicked her fingertips, and the dragon scales drew a fiery arc.

Steyan raised his hand and caught the dragon scale made of fire.

"Give me the filth, and this dragon scale will be my reward."

"Heh, your tone has changed. Is it your divinity that's eroding your humanity... or have you finally tamed the monster within you?"

"None of this matters anymore." Theresa kicked the prison door.

"Everything will be over before sunrise anyway."

The broken iron door hit the stone wall of the corridor, and the echo spread throughout the empty prison.

"Who told you to become so powerful now?"

The two stood side by side in the middle of the corridor, the kerosene lamp above their heads stretching their shadows into twisted monsters.

"The prison is divided into two floors, above ground and underground." Sitian stamped his foot on the ground. "Those shady experiments... are of course all underground."

"I know."

Fragments of memory from the Black Hand flashed back in her mind, and she would never forget this malicious prison.

"What I want to know is the combat capability of this prison."

"Combat strength?"

Stefan looked at Theresa with a puzzled look.

"There were some minor issues, but as long as the opponent wasn't too outrageous."

At this moment her body was like a punctured balloon.

That root needle has a delicate balance and can suppress the undigested red mist in the body.

Why does this metaphor sound so familiar?

"boom--!"

A dazzling streak of light tore through the darkness, and a special bullet came straight towards us with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Steyan's right arm changed suddenly, turning into a ferocious claw and accurately intercepting the still spinning bullet.

The metal bullet made a harsh friction sound in his palm, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Everyone on alert—!"

The shrill alarm suddenly rang throughout the prison, and the originally silent corridor instantly became lively.

Dense footsteps came from all directions, and the sound of metal boots hitting the stone slabs was like thunder before a storm.

"It looks like a guest has arrived."

Steyan tilted his neck, and his bones made a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

"You go down first."

His body began to swell unnaturally, and hair began to appear on the surface of his skin.

Before he finished speaking, his figure rushed out like a cannonball.

The first guard who arrived didn't have time to raise his weapon before he was picked up like a chicken by Steian's mutated arm and thrown against the wall.

"Come on! You losers!"

Steyan laughed wildly as he charged into the crowd. Sharp bone spurs bulged out from his back, easily tearing through the alloy armor that the guards were so proud of.

Those carefully forged metals were like paper in front of him. After all, how could man-made armor compare to biological armor!

"boom!"

A powerful blow sent three guards slamming into the stone wall, sending rubble flying.

The scales on Steyan's left arm suddenly flipped up, revealing densely packed spray holes underneath. Poisonous mist instantly filled the entire corridor, blocking all the reinforcements outside the door.

"It's nice to have a helping hand."

Theresa's fingertips gently stroked the cold ground.

She knelt on one knee, her palm pressed against the damp stone.

Strands of sticky black substance oozed out from under her skin and penetrated every crack in the floor like a living thing.

The filth made a slight hissing sound when it came into contact with the building structure.

found it.

Her golden pupils shrank slightly, and she could sense the trajectory of filth spreading underground.

The black substance was rapidly spreading along the prison's load-bearing structure, like a gradually tightening spider web.

"boom--!"

With a teeth-grinding cracking sound, the ground suddenly collapsed.

Theresa let herself fall along with the shattered stone slabs. The strong wind blew away her torn coat, and the flames on the coat drew a dazzling trail in the darkness.

"boom--!"

She landed steadily, and a circle of golden ripples exploded with her as the center.

Before the dust had even risen, she had already been locked onto by the crowd.

"Tsk, a bunch of underground rats." She spat, her golden pupils shrinking slightly. "What kind of shameful things are you doing hiding in the gutter?"

Before she finished her words, her figure had turned into a shadow.

The guard at the front felt a sharp pain in his wrist and the alloy javelin in his hand fell out of his hand.

Theresa spun in the air and accurately kicked the spear shaft with her toes, causing the metal spear to draw a sharp arc in the air.

"Qiang!"

She caught the spinning javelin with her backhand, and the tip of the spear split the armor on the guard's chest.

Amidst the flying sparks, Theresa frowned slightly.

The equipment of the underground prison guards is indeed incomparable to the ones above.

More heavily armed guards emerged from the shadows, wearing specially crafted armor, their joints gleaming with the blue light of suppression runes.

The golden beam that suddenly burst out from Theresa's palm twisted and collapsed strangely in the air, and finally dissipated softly on the armored surface of the guards.

"Amulet? The kind that can weaken arcane attacks?"

The guards didn't answer, they moved forward in unison.

Theresa suddenly smiled.

Golden light dust fell from the ends of her hair, sparkling like stardust in the underground space.

The trajectory of each falling light point became extremely slow, as if time itself was solidifying in this area.

"But you're still a little immature."

The light began to obscure their vision, if they could even react.

Then... Theresa began to paint gracefully.

Her fingertips lightly touched the visor of a guard, and the fine steel armor shattered like a crisp biscuit.

His fingers brushed across the other man's throat, and the armor at his Adam's apple let out a groan under the weight.

She seemed to be dancing an extremely slow waltz, with each step bringing up a golden halo.

She gently pressed down the arm of a guard who was trying to raise it, and there was a crisp cracking sound at the joint.

She gently pried open the other finger that was about to pull the trigger, and the gun parts peeled off like petals.

"Snapped."

Theresa stood in the center and snapped her fingers.

The moment time began to flow again, more than ten elite guards knelt on the ground at the same time.

The surface of their armor was covered with fine cracks, like a spider web washed by a hurricane.

Those amulets that they were so proud of were now sizzling and emitting green smoke.

"Letting you die so easily in my hands is too easy for you. There's absolutely no sense of ceremony at all."

Theresa smiled disdainfully, her cold eyes sweeping over the crowd lying on the ground below her.

She slowly raised her foot and stepped on the bodies of those people mercilessly. Every step seemed so firm and cold.

The footsteps echoed in the silent environment, as if the knell of death was ringing.

"You poor fellows, in the winter they died, you will be buried in darkness forever along with this prison."

Theresa's voice lingered in the air, carrying a chilling chill.

"You guys love hiding things, don't you?... Then there's no problem removing you from this story."

The prison alarms were getting louder and louder. This was a raid, and that was what Theresa wanted to do most.

The sunflowers in the darkness will eventually bloom.