The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Urban's fingers unconsciously rubbed the old scar on his chin, a souvenir of the Dirty War.

He narrowed his eyes and looked towards the center of the battlefield. Theresa's figure looked even more eerie in the moonlight.

The surviving knights were breathing heavily, their holy armor was already covered with cracks, and exhausted blood and sweat seeped from under their visors.

But that girl—no, that monster—still stood as tall as ever, as if she never knew what tiredness was.

"The number of people...is not enough, but the main force is coming soon."

Urban's fingers gently stroked the badge of judgment on his chest. The cold metal shone dully in the moonlight.

It was a symbol of the Church of Judgment and the embodiment of his lifelong belief.

The scales and sword engraved on the badge seemed to come alive, feeling slightly warm under his fingertips.

The so-called judgment is to lay out the good and evil in the deepest part of human nature before the world, allowing the gears of fate to begin to turn mercilessly.

Urban looked at Theresa's blurry figure in the distance, a bitter smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

After tonight, everything he did would be proven successful.

There may be darkness in this world that can escape our eyes, but it cannot escape the belated reckoning of justice.

He completely ended this era in such an extreme way.

"The following amulets are restricted in use, waiting for the main force to coordinate with the new weapons and launch a unified attack."

Everything is difficult only at the beginning. Only when he becomes a pioneer and lays this foundation can people in the future believe that the terrifying power is also a weapon.

Only those with extreme emotional fluctuations can maximize the power contained in the amulet.

This has been verified in countless experiments.

When Urban's order reached every knight's ears, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

They were stunned at first, and then looked at each other in disbelief.

The amulet was their only support, a barrier that allowed them to barely stand firm in the face of Theresa's almost divine power.

Without the amulet, they couldn't even get within ten steps of her.

But Bishop Urban's decisions were never wrong.

Whether it's a desperate counterattack when a dirty war breaks out, or a peace declaration on the verge of collapse between countries.

He always makes the most ruthless calculations and exchanges the smallest sacrifice for the greatest victory.

Fear surged in my chest, but deeper than that, there was an almost blind trust.

Because he is Urban, because he is the judge of the Inquisition, the only one who can maintain balance in this crazy world.

"Do you really want to do this? She's... a saint."

A young knight’s voice trembled, the tip of his sword trembling slightly as it pointed in Theresa’s direction.

Under the moonlight, the slender figure still exudes a holy halo, as if out of place in this bloody battlefield.

"We have no choice but to gamble on that one in ten thousand chance."

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling holy light array suddenly bloomed in the night sky.

Countless golden runes folded and unfolded in the air, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight.

Although the Church of Light is in decline, its basic foundation is still there, but no one can truly inherit this power anymore.

Theresa turned her head sharply, her hair flying in a violent turbulence of energy.

She instinctively wanted to release Shen Shi, but the chaotic power in her body was out of control like a wild horse.

"Snapped--!"

Her right arm instantly vaporized under the impact of the holy light.

"You are really late, Bishop of Light Isaniel!"

Urban stood on a high place and sneered at the young man in white robe who suddenly appeared.

"If you knew she was a monster, why did you protect her until now?"

The second wave of Judgment Arrows had already gathered in the air, and with a wave of Urban's hand, the arrows poured down towards Theresa.

How could he let the Knights die in vain?

All of this is being calculated, and the Church of Light will never sit idly by and watch the current situation.

Filthy black mist began to seep out from her body, and her holy face was distorted in the interweaving of light and darkness.

The filth began to heal Theresa's body, and the arm made of filth kept surging and reorganizing until the right arm grew out completely.

This is Urban's real purpose.

The filth squirmed like a living thing, wrapping around Theresa's broken right shoulder.

The pitch-black substance surged and twisted in the wound, making a creepy sticky sound.

The brand new arm reassembled at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the five fingers were spread out, an ominous ripple of fire even spread in the air.

Urban's lips curled up in a cold arc. This was his true purpose.

"Do you see clearly?"

There was a tone of suppressed anger in his voice.

"This is the disaster you nurtured with your faith. We have shed too much blood to stop her."

He needed to let them see the cruel truth, and even more importantly, he needed to let them live with this guilt.

Until they fully acknowledge it, it is right to judge the church.

"Urbain, this is not the time to argue."

The two silver-armored paladins beside Isaniel, including Ryan, immediately protected him.

Before his eyes, the light and darkness surrounding Theresa were violently torn apart.

The holy white light and the filthy black fog sometimes devour each other, and sometimes twist and merge.

When is humanity most united?

The answer is simple – when they face a common enemy.

The Church of Judgment and the Church of Light finally pointed their spearheads at the same target.

Theresa stood in the center of the battlefield, filth and holy light intertwined around her. She was both a saint and a monster, a symbol of faith and the embodiment of disaster.

The warriors on both sides exchanged glances with each other, and the hatred they once had was briefly put aside at this moment.

Arrows, holy light, blades of judgment, all attacks poured in the same direction - Theresa.

Only by defeating her can this nightmare end.

But...is this really what she wants?

Theresa raised her head. There was no anger or hatred in her eyes, only deep fatigue.

As the final boss of this dispute, she has only two endings.

Either be killed by the enemy, or kill all enemies.

But no matter which outcome, there is destined to be no real winner.

The Judgment Church will win, and then everything he has done will become aboveboard and no one will be able to investigate.

The Church of Light will take back the seeds of light, but will have to face the price of the collapse of faith and will never be able to rise again.

And Theresa herself, whether she chooses to fight or surrender, will eventually become a victim of history.

Only the gods high above are looking down at this farce, perhaps with a hint of sarcastic smile on their lips.

"In the final analysis, it's just that humans have too much free time. If this world were always in danger, perhaps these messed-up things wouldn't have happened."

Theresa raised her right hand, intending to break the siege of the two churches.