The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The light pierced the sky like a sharp sword, tearing through the thick clouds inch by inch, and enveloping the entire world under its ruthless rule.

That light was not the gentle morning light, but the scorching sun that burned everything, overbearing, scorching, and irresistible.

The sky trembled under its pressure, and the clouds fled in panic like a defeated army.

The earth was coated with a dazzling golden color, the outlines of the trees were distorted in the strong light, and there was nowhere for shadows to hide.

This is the light of the sunflower, the will of Astra, and the absolute law that transcends all things.

Can the Church of Inquisition really imprison such a being?

She doesn't believe it.

You think you have caught the light.

No.

It is the light that allows your touch.

"Your light does not belong to me."

Theresa raised her face, her golden pupils staring directly into the scorching sun without any fear.

The windbreaker fluttered in the strong wind, and sparks fell from the hem, burning out before touching the ground, just like the weakness she had given up.

The black tide spread from her right arm and wrapped around her palm like a living thing, their fingers intertwined, like the closest accomplices.

And then... she raised her hand, and the filth deep in her heart erupted completely.

In front of him was the overwhelming golden sun, and behind him was the deep darkness that swallowed everything.

She stood at the boundary between light and eclipse, with half of her dress burning and half sunk into shadow.

"I don't need anyone's light." The black tide and golden light collided at her fingertips, and the space shattered in silence.

"I am the boundary between light and darkness."

Isaniel stared at Theresa quietly.

The girl's figure seemed particularly thin in the dim light, yet she inexplicably exuded a sense of tenacity.

Her palms were facing upwards, and the pure seed of light was suspended above them, floating gently with her steady breathing, like a heart awakening.

She is accepting the light seeds.

This should have been a short process. For Theresa, it felt more like a return of strength, a familiar warmth coursing through her blood.

But at this moment, she remained in this position for a long time, so long that even Isaniel couldn't help but tense up.

It wasn't until the light seed floated slightly, as if responding to her presence, that Isaniel finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His tense shoulders relaxed and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He knew what this meant.

The light seed chose her.

This girl will eventually become a new pillar of light.

And this world will usher in a new dawn under her light.

In an instant, the light in the entire temple was completely swallowed up by some invisible force.

Isaniel's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is not right. Absolutely not right.

When the Light Seed is fully received, the entire Church should be bathed in the glow of the dawn.

The dome will reflect seven layers of rainbow colors, rushing to the highest clouds.

But at this moment, darkness enveloped the light.

"what happened......?"

The light that should have illuminated everything was now absorbing all light like a black hole.

Theresa's figure still stood in the center, her hands still raised.

But the light seed disappeared.

"You... succeeded?"

Theresa chuckled softly in the darkness. She slowly raised her hand, and a truly holy light danced on her fingertips.

"Yes...I succeeded..."

As she finished her words, flames suddenly shot up from the ground.

With a crisp shattering sound, the filth broke free from the confines of the Sword of Judgment.

"Filth...you didn't destroy it?!"

He saw the sticky dark substance piercing out from her spine, lashing out like countless hungry tentacles.

"What on earth do you want!"

Theresa's figure appeared before Isaniel like a ghost, her cold pupils staring at him intently.

"Of course, it's to make you ready to abandon me."

The corners of her mouth curled up dangerously.

"Thank you for your careful collection of pigments. I will use these heavy colors to create the most perfect work."

"No... This is impossible! When the light seed enters the body, the impurities should be completely purified!"

His pupils contracted violently, and countless forbidden images flashed through his mind.

"You became the Demon King?"

"bingo."

Looking at the black substance surging on Theresa's body, this is the best proof.

"You are crazy!"

Isaniel struggled to stand firm in the turbulent energy.

"Light, darkness, and chaos simply cannot coexist! When they collide..."

"It will give rise to colors never seen before, right?"

Theresa raised her hand, and the tentacles instantly penetrated the wall.

"Since you all believe your own truth is supreme... then you try to stop me."

Being an enemy of the world is an inevitable fate.

Perhaps, she should be like what everyone expected.

Abandon filth, embrace light, and become another perfect idol sitting high on the altar.

What a wonderful ending, just like the story in a fairy tale where a princess is saved by a prince and a brave man slays a dragon.

But...but...

Who has ever seen her tremble when she was burned by the light?

Who has ever heard her licking her wounds alone in the dark?

The pains that were called filth were the despair that she swallowed inch by inch during countless long nights.

The outburst at this moment is nothing more than the final bite of a trapped beast that has been forced into a desperate situation.

You have your high-sounding truths...

She just wants the world to experience how painful it is to be defined as evil by you.

Why should she do everything?

If you are a human being, you should have hands and feet and work hard on your own.

Theresa's figure flashed at the end of the corridor, and Isaniel slammed his fist into the ground.

"Everyone! Stop her!"

The entire Church of Light was in an uproar, and the gilded gate slammed shut.

Isaniel knew that this was far from enough. He was completely unaware of the piercing pain in his knuckles.

At this moment, his mind was full of the most terrible hypothesis. If it failed, the disaster it caused would be more terrible than any outbreak of filth in history.

"Did it start with... the golden needle?"

She deceived, disguised herself perfectly, and stole the light of the Church of Light.

It should be an absurd joke that mortals covet the throne of God.

But Theresa rejected them in the most ironic way.

Their biggest mistake was treating her like a vessel of filth that needed to be purified.

But they forget that inside that body is a human heart that can cry, laugh, cry and make a fuss.