The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The golden flames were still coursing through her veins, and she knew this trial was far from over.

When the gears of revenge begin to turn, either all sinners will be crushed, or one will be dragged into the meat grinder of fate.

"Hey, stop hiding. I've gotten into such a big trouble, isn't it time for you to judge me?"

Xuelian stood quietly on the top of the ruins. The cold wind blew up her long blue hair, and her hair floated like frost and snow under the dark sky.

Her eyes were deep and calm, reflecting the figure wrapped in golden flames in the distance.

Just looking at it like this, as if confirming something, or as if waiting for an ending that had already been foreseen.

Xuelian's breathing was so light that it almost blended with the wind.

Theresa's posture at this moment was both strange and familiar.

The light was so bright that it almost hurt her eyes, but she did not look away.

She neither stepped forward nor stepped back, like a silent monument, witnessing the end of the trial.

"Nice to meet you...Xiao Te..."

Xuelian's voice was like a snowflake falling on a red-hot blade, so light that it was almost carried away by the wind, but it pierced Theresa's ears clearly.

"Xiao Te..."

Theresa's lips opened and closed slightly. She looked up at the source of the voice, and Xuelian's figure was reflected in her golden eyes.

"It's been a while since anyone called me that."

Her voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and even she was surprised by her calmness.

"How many people are there with my name?"

Theresa reached out to catch a piece of falling golden snow, watching it turn to ash in her palm.

"Your hair has grown longer again." Xuelian said suddenly.

When hair grows longer, it means a person has grown up.

"Snow lotus."

Theresa called out.

"I'm... forgetting it now..."

The golden light suddenly surged, swallowing the second half of the sentence in the scorching airflow.

The falling golden snow suddenly became dense, like a belated funeral.

"Glad to see you, too."

She raised her hand, and a piece of golden snow that had not yet burned out fell on her fingertips.

“But one size fits the bill.”

Broken steel bars twisted and stabbed into the sky like dying spines, and fine ashes floated in the air.

Those were the doors, windows, and iron bars of the past, and perhaps the prisoners and guards who failed to escape.

"I have completed my revenge. According to your duty as the judge of the Saint, you should judge me."

The wind suddenly stopped, and even the drifting golden snow was suspended in mid-air.

Theresa's golden pupils shrank slightly. She really couldn't count how many people died here.

Those numbers had long since become blurred in the flames of revenge.

Just like the black hand and sunflower that were once imprisoned at the bottom of this prison, no one would even look at them while they rotted in the darkness.

There are only a few people in this world who can truly shed tears for them.

If you are given the right to freedom, you must pay the price of freedom.

In a world without saviors, everyone has to earn their own life with their own hands.

Just like two giants fighting each other, they never look down to see how many ants they have stepped on.

"What are you still hesitating about?"

The golden afterimage suddenly tore through the solidified air.

Theresa flashed in front of Xuelian, and the burning staff drew a fiery arc of light.

"Zheng——!"

Xuelian suddenly opened her eyes, and her cross-shaped pupils were now fully open, like the never-extinguished aurora in the polar regions.

Two long swords were gathered in his hands. The moment the golden stick collided with the two swords, a circle of shock waves mixed with light, flames and ice crystals exploded.

Theresa spun around and attacked again, her golden staff dancing into a blazing sun.

Each strike carries a dazzling stream of light, dyeing the snowflakes.

The two Snow Lotus swords intertwined into an impenetrable net, and the ice crystals splashed when the Ice Sword blocked condensed into ice ridges in the air.

"You will also be able to use this power."

Xuelian suddenly spoke, and the Sword of Judgment suddenly changed its move and slashed upwards.

The cold air rushed up Theresa's arm along the golden stick and condensed on the back of her hand.

"Same here, you're not simple at all to be able to frost on me."

Theresa suddenly let go of her weapon, and in the moment Xuelian was stunned, her burning knee hit the opponent's abdomen heavily.

Xuelian flew backwards, but adjusted her posture in the air, crossing her swords and slashing out a cross-shaped sword energy.

Theresa didn't dodge or give way, but grabbed the sword energy with her bare hands.

Golden blood dripped from her fingers.

If the armor's attack carries the power of the Goddess of Judgment, then Xuelian is now using this power.

"boom--!"

A dazzling blue light suddenly burst out from Xuelian's eyes, and the ground exploded instantly.

Dozens of crystal icicles broke out of the ground, like the fangs of a polar beast, completely engulfing Theresa's figure.

The cold was so raging that even the ashes in the air were frozen into ice crystals that fell to the ground.

If it were the Theresa of the past, her consciousness would have been frozen by now.

“Hiss…hiss…”

Strange noises emanated from the frozen ice. Like living things, golden cracks spread across the crystal-clear icicles, growing denser and brighter.

"boom!!!"

At the moment of the ice explosion, thousands of golden fragments scattered like meteors.

Theresa broke through the ice, and a burning holy sword condensed in her hand at some point. The blazing light made her golden hair almost transparent.

She doesn't know anything about swordsmanship.

He just swung the holy sword wildly and madly.

"clang!"

Xuelian's Sword of Judgment blocked the heavy blow, but a slight clicking sound was heard.

"Hey... Snow Lotus..."

Theresa's golden eyes flickered slightly, the burning holy sword still resting on the Sword of Judgment, the blazing blade casting a golden edge on Xuelian's silver hair.

"What's wrong."

The ice-blue eyes reflected the dancing fire on the other person's face.

The two men remained in a stalemate, with tiny sparks flying from the place where their swords collided, flickering in the dim ruins.

The muffled sound of collapsing ruins came from the distance, but it seemed as if it were a world away.

"While I'm away...is everyone doing well?"

Xuelian looked at Theresa's profile outlined by the firelight, and in a trance she saw the lazy and greedy girl again.

"Well, everyone's just like usual."

"how about you."

This simple question made Xuelian's fingertips tremble slightly.

Theresa suddenly exerted her strength, and the holy sword burst into a dazzling light, illuminating the space between the two as bright as day.

Xuelian was forced to take several steps back by this sudden force.

“If you want me to look up to you…” Theresa’s voice suddenly rose.

"You should change this corrupt church!"

As the last word fell, she swung her sword down fiercely.

The ice shield that Xuelian hastily erected evaporated instantly, and the scorching air wave blew off her headband, causing her long blue hair to dance wildly in the hot wind.

"Do you think I don't want to?!"

Xuelian suddenly looked up, and an unprecedented sharpness flashed in her eyes.

She stopped defending and took the initiative to attack with her two swords intertwined with ice.

"But some changes...need to come from within..." She swung her sword back and slashed across the other person's waist.

"Take it one step at a time!"

"It's too slow. Wait until you slowly reform..."

Theresa smiled cheerfully, and wherever the sword pointed, even the air began to distort.

"How many more people will die like Black Hand and Sunflower?!"

When the two men clashed again, the collision of their swords no longer produced sparks, but a confrontation of fate.