The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Attention everyone! Deploy a tug-of-war formation!"

Urban's voice pierced the night sky like cold iron, and the Knights of Judgment instantly tensed up.

His eyes were fixed on the front, and he saw Theresa's left arm hanging down limply.

The night wind suddenly stopped, and the unextinguished embers on the scorched earth were suspended in the air.

He knew the signs all too well.

She's overloading...

Divine rampage is like a double-edged sword. The more brilliant the outburst, the faster the body will disintegrate. Therefore, this is also a difficult problem that they have never been able to overcome.

Now every time she attacks, it is a devastating blow, but the period after that is a blank period.

"The third echelon retreats twenty steps and adopts an arc defense."

"The first team uses the Holy Chains to disrupt, and the second team prepares to further stack the Holy Symbol of Judgment!"

Amid the roar of iron boots hitting the ground, the Knights reorganized themselves as precisely as mechanical gears.

The tower shields in the front row suddenly opened a gap, and the silver chain engraved with forbidden spells came out like a poisonous snake from a hole, but it did not attack the girl, but penetrated deeply into the ground around her.

In an instant, countless thorns of judgment burst out of the ground, turning the ten-meter radius around Theresa into a moving cage.

Now they were like taming a burned dragon, making her spit out flames to consume her energy, but also not giving her the chance to accumulate energy and release her deadly dragon breath.

When the trapped beast has enough wounds, it is time for the hunters to close in their nets.

"It's really...disgusting."

Theresa's fingertips trembled slightly, not out of fear, but out of a kind of almost sarcastic anger.

Her eyes swept over the Judgment Knights who were constantly adjusting their formation.

They were like a pack of well-trained hunting dogs, retreating rapidly the moment she made the slightest movement, always maintaining a deadly distance.

There was a slight sound of movement on the ground.

Pitch-black tentacles silently emerged from the cracks and wrapped around the ankles of the nearest knights.

They didn't even have time to issue a warning before those sticky shadows crawled through the gaps in their armor, gently tightening around their necks, and then...

"Click."

The crisp sound of broken bones was drowned in the night wind.

"You said I was a monster..."

Theresa stepped over a decaying corpse, and the flames of hell spread from under her feet, burning the faces of those who died with their eyes open to ashes.

"Well... now we really do look like monsters, and I'm too lazy to say boring things like tentacles are also human.

The metallic vibration of the stretched chains pierced the night air, wrapping around Theresa's limbs, and as they tightened, they continuously injected the power of judgment into her body.

"laugh--!"

The sound of burning flesh was accompanied by rising green smoke, and the holy silver chain links were burning glowing patterns on her skin.

Theresa's fingers dug deep into the last chain, and the holy silver in her palm emitted a dying hum.

What emanated from her fingertips was no longer holy light, but karmic fire.

"You're much more interesting than those idiots who kneel down to pray."

After witnessing the great power of the gods, they took the initiative to ask for it.

Use human experiments to explore the nature of filth, use the blood of sunflowers to study the fusion of divine power, and use the notes of that group of lunatics as experience to begin the experiment.

Mortals always love to dance on the edge of the abyss, and even dream of putting a bridle on the abyss.

Theresa's fingertips lightly swept through the air, leaving a burning trail.

"Play with fire in moderation."

Suddenly, dozens of bulges appeared on the ground. When the dark tentacles broke out of the ground, they rolled up not the soil, but a whole burning stone.

These huge rocks soaked in hellfire spun in the air and finally smashed into the knight phalanx with the power of falling meteorites.

"Raise your shield!"

The knight commander in the front row shouted, emitting a unique blue shield.

The shock wave overturned the three echelons at the rear, and the holy shields that were said to be able to withstand dragon breath were twisted and deformed in the high temperature.

Theresa frowned suddenly. Her left leg was entangled by three holy chains that suddenly appeared, and the spear pierced her calf.

The three knights whose chests were pierced by tentacles were clinging to the chains with their last bit of vitality, and the fanaticism of martyrs beat in their burning eye sockets.

Urban stood in the distance, each point of light dying out as a knight transformed his life into a suppressive force against divinity.

The air suddenly filled with the crisp sound of shattering glass, and an eerie gurgling sound came from within their armor.

The swallowed amulets were dissolving the internal organs and transforming the flesh and blood into golden mist.

"Disgusting realization."

The tentacles disintegrated as the golden mist entered Theresa's body.

The karmic fire in the body suddenly became boiling hot, and the light seed was awakened again.

This method is very extreme. The amulet refined from sunflowers can not only purify but also fuse.

Urban was gambling that he could get rid of Theresa before she could fully merge.

The death of each knight will disrupt the balance in Theresa's body. The so-called Knights of Judgment are nothing more than moving living sacrifices.

A strange feeling of alienation spread in my heart, and this body was becoming less of a container for me.

As the rain of arrows came through the air, she could clearly see a blue trail behind each arrow.

The light shield that was instinctively summoned did not appear, but instead, the karmic fire gushed out from the palm of his hand.

The moment the arrows pierced the flames, three arrows engraved with suppression runes pierced into her shoulders, but not a drop of blood was splashed, as if they were piercing a wax figure.

Theresa looked down and saw that the arrow tail was burning on its own, the flame was an abnormal indigo blue.

While Theresa was in a daze, the other knights rushed forward, and their battle axes chopped down from high above. When the tentacles automatically protected their masters, they disintegrated into countless light points in the axe light.

"I see...it disturbed the power within me."

When the knight's axe blade was about to touch her crown, she grabbed a sharp light blade from the light spot.

The moment the sword pierced the knight's throat, golden cracks like data streams suddenly appeared in the space within three meters around the two of them.

The moonlight penetrated the swords and arrows that were stuck in her body, casting mottled light and shadows on the scorched earth.

Those weapons that should have been deadly now looked like some kind of grotesque decoration.

When the next wave of knights rushed over, Theresa pulled out the three long swords stuck in her ribs and accurately cut the throats of the attackers.

A knight who had lost both legs crawled towards her, using a broken sword as support. Theresa watched him silently as he struggled to his feet and stabbed his own foot with the broken sword.

"Why do you deserve someone like this?"

Theresa raised her head and met Urban's gaze in the distance.

Is this what is called personal charm?

As a bishop of the church, Urban was extremely successful.

But as a human being, he's a complete and utter asshole.