The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Gudong——!"

The moment the filth in her right brain completely merged into her body, Theresa felt an unprecedented sense of completeness.

It's like a broken puzzle, and finally the last piece is found.

Three completely different streams of consciousness began to intertwine, and Theresa felt countless unfamiliar fragments of memory pouring in.

As early as the first time she merged into their bodies, it was as if her consciousness had contaminated them in reverse.

Now the filthy consciousness is gradually awakening.

She felt the two new wills churning in her body, which were now like two trapped beasts rampaging through her meridians.

What's worse is that the Judgment Lines became their best conductor, allowing these two consciousnesses to follow the divine power directly to her spiritual core.

"Fortunately...I was prepared."

She suddenly pressed the back of her neck, and the golden needle that had been buried deep in her spine began to heat up. Sensing the presence of filth in her body, it also began to run wild.

"Hey...one last question for you."

Theresa tilted her head slightly, her golden pupils now shattered by the blue lines.

Mir narrowed his eyes, the golden eyeball in his hand still spinning slowly: "What? Are you finally going to leave a last word?"

"Are you stronger than Strelitzia...?"

The air suddenly froze for a second.

"Strelitzia?"

Mir's expression changed from alert to confusion, and finally to a contemptuous sneer.

"Who is that nobody? How dare he be compared to me?"

"Really..." She tugged at her collar lightly. "If you're stronger than her, then I'll have to use all my strength."

"boom--!"

The whole world suddenly fell into absolute stillness.

Mil's mocking expression froze on his face, and his raised golden eyeballs stopped spinning.

The two suits of armor maintained their charging stance, yet remained frozen in place like insects trapped in amber.

Drops of blood oozing from Steyan's wounds were suspended in the air.

Yu Ge's eyes, wide open in fear, reflected countless golden spots of light.

The light dust that overflowed from Theresa's body was now forming a perfect time-stopping field with her as the center.

Dazzling golden flames burst out from Theresa's body like a sunburst.

Her white windbreaker was instantly reshaped by the sacred flames, the hem transformed into flowing golden light bands, and the cuffs extended into fluttering satin of light.

The hair lost its color in the golden light and turned into pure energy, floating upwards like burning gold.

Each strand of hair burst out with tiny divine light, dragging a meteor-like trail in the air.

"Since there is no one to judge you..."

Theresa's voice echoed in the void, its divine resonance causing each syllable to vibrate the very foundations of space.

She hovered above the ruined prison, her golden hair dancing like flames in the turbulent energy, tiny sparks constantly bursting out from the ends of her hair.

As she pulled out the golden needle from behind her neck, time seemed to suddenly resume its flow.

"I will personally conduct the trial."

The golden needle hovered and rotated in her palm, gradually melting into liquid flame.

The surrounding space began to distort unnaturally, with rubble, dust and even light collapsing towards this singularity.

The ruined walls of the prison groaned under the weight of their heavy burdens, as if the whole world was trembling for the coming judgment.

"ending."

A giant golden sword that reached from heaven to earth pierced through the clouds, its body composed entirely of flowing divine flames.

When the tip of the sword touched the prison dome, time froze again.

Even the falling snowflakes were frozen in mid-air, each ice crystal coated with a burning gold edge.

Theresa gently turned her wrist.

There was no huge momentum, no deafening roar.

The golden torrent swept silently like a god's paintbrush, creating strange scenes wherever it passed.

The steel guardrails were blown away by the wind like grains of sand, and the fleeing guards turned into golden silhouettes while still running.

When the torrent completely penetrated the prison, this sinful building was like an apple cut by a sharp knife, with the cross-section as smooth as a mirror.

The upper structure slowly slid down, breaking into countless golden spots as it fell, like a retrograde rain of fire.

Theresa lowered her eyes to look down at her masterpiece, the misty sky reflected in her pupils.

The falling golden snow brushed against her cheeks, slowly dissipating as it touched her skin.

"When an avalanche occurs..."

Her fingertips lightly touched the suspended golden snowflakes.

The crystal ice turned into fine ashes the moment it came into contact, just like the constantly shattered hopes in her memory.

"Sure enough, no snowflake is innocent."

No one knew how much Theresa had carried.

No one saw the dirt and blood clots embedded in the cracks of her fingernails as she crawled out of the junction.

No one heard how her suppressed sobs were drowned out by the thunder as she curled up in a corner late at night.

No one knew that she was clumsily rehearsing each decision over and over in her mind, practicing the action of revenge like a toddler.

She is like an actress, no one can really see through her.

Although he possesses enough power to destroy the world, he is still like a stubborn fool, rehearsing every step in his mind thousands of times.

The falling golden snow gradually stopped, and only the lonely eyeball was still blinking in the ruins.

Theresa squatted down, her fingertips hovering above her eyes, and suddenly remembered that long ago, someone had covered her eyes so gently.

But now, there is no one to cover up the devastation for her.

"I really am..."

She held the eyeball in her hands and held it tightly until it turned into a point of light in her hands and floated into the air with the wind.

"I still can't learn to take revenge gracefully."

Theresa stood alone in the center of the deep pit, while Yu Ge curled up in a translucent ball of light not far away.

She was the only person Theresa protected.

"I'm not a savior, nor an avenger. It just so happens that...my anger and your sins have reached a consensus today."

There was a roar of collapsing building debris in the distance, and some rubble rolled to her feet.

Theresa kicked away the rubble, revealing half a burnt experimental record underneath.

"The living can crawl out on their own. The dead... stay here and atone for your sins."

The fiery light within her was burning, and she did not choose to exit this form.

Because there is an old enemy she will eventually meet.

"Hey, stop hiding. You're one of the few people...alive...who still recognizes me."