The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

When the huge monster completely tore the cocoon shell, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone remembered that unforgettable, bloody memory.

From that day on, such a twisted existence came into the world.

The Church of Judgment began its inhumane experiments, the number of believers in the Church of Light plummeted, and the Church of War fell apart.

This forced the Abundant Church to even seriously consider whether to disband directly and let it retire.

The newly born demon king stretched out his huge body, and sticky black substance dripped from its surface like asphalt.

This was not a body controlled by Theresa, but the fully awakened Demon Lord Blackhand.

Completely different from the previous squirming, shapeless mucus, the dark substance was constantly reorganizing and solidifying, and its form was now undergoing an astonishing transformation.

“Ho ho ho—!!!”

A deafening dragon roar tore through the night sky, and a ferocious dragon head first emerged from the left.

Dark red lines flowed through the filth, like lava flowing through the cracks of volcanic rocks.

Then a second head emerged from the right side, with dazzling flames of karma dancing in the eye sockets of this dragon's head.

But the most breathtaking thing is the third head slowly rising in the middle.

Unlike the darker tones on its sides, its pupils are pure platinum.

The three-headed dragon king fully spread its black wings, and its shadow enveloped the entire battlefield.

Six dragon eyes simultaneously locked onto the tiny human below. There was neither anger nor hatred in their gaze, only a certain creepy...

Contempt.

Several protective stones surrounded Urban, and the silver-white armor of the Church of Judgment formed a wave of cold light in the darkness.

At the same time, Isaniel unfolded the Book of Light, and brilliant holy light poured down like a waterfall, bestowing divine protection on every warrior.

"Everyone obey orders!"

The voices of the two bishops miraculously resonated together, sending a solemn echo across the battlefield.

The two churches, which were once enemies, now cooperated seamlessly.

The fierce attack of the Church of Judgment bought time for the Church of Light to chant, while the pure holy light of the Church of Light dispelled the filthy invasion for the Knights of Judgment.

"First echelon, charge! Cut off those damn tentacles!"

They were each wearing the latest equipment and weapons, which contained the power of the gods.

The knights leaped and weaved between the dragon's legs, the high-frequency swords in their hands emitting a sharp buzzing sound, and each slash accurately cut off large chunks of the wriggling black matter.

Before the filth that was cut off hit the ground, it was purified into ashes in the air by the holy light emitted by the priests of light behind.

"Watch your feet!"

Suddenly, dozens of bulges appeared on the ground, and the next second, black tentacles as thick as buckets broke out of the ground.

But the Knights of Judgment were well prepared. The arcane of wind stored in their ankles began to activate, and their entire bodies drew sharp lines in the air.

The moment the tentacle missed, the sword blade had already cut into the root at a tricky angle.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Filthy fragments fell like a rainstorm, and the armor specially designed to contain filth finally came in handy.

Taking precautions is what the Judgment Church has always done.

"Annihilate."

Ryan's voice was low and resolute, and dazzling holy light suddenly burst out from the gaps in his armor.

As the only remaining Knight Templar of the Church of Light, he bears the glory and despair of the entire church.

Every ray of light that overflows from the cracks in the armor is a burning fire of life.

The left dragon head suddenly jumped up, and its neck covered with barbs swung like a giant whip, and its bloody mouth came straight at him with extreme emotion.

“Dang!!”

The collision between the giant sword and the dragon's fang shook up the gravel, and Ryan's legs plowed two deep grooves under the impact, creating dazzling sparks.

"Charging..."

Ryan suddenly drew his sword and turned around. At the moment when the dragon's head bit the dragon's head for the second time, the giant sword drew a brilliant arc from bottom to top.

Wherever the sword passed, tiny golden cracks appeared in the space.

“Holy Judgment—!”

The blazing sword light flashed like a meteor, and Ryan's giant sword cut deeply into the neck of the left dragon head.

The dark and filthy substance gushed out like a broken dam, but strangely turned into starlight and dissipated in mid-air.

Ryan's sword-holding hand trembled slightly.

Not right.

What he clearly struck was filth, the dark existence that devoured the light.

But in the flying black substance, there were tiny golden spots flashing, like stars scattered in the night sky.

Ryan fell into a brief silence.

As the last Paladin of the Church of Light, he has a keener sense of filth than anyone else.

But at this moment, he was in the depths of pure darkness.

Feel the breath of light.

“Don’t let your emotions get the best of you!”

Isaniel held the holy book high, and the pages moved without wind, shedding a light that purified the soul.

The warriors who had gone mad with fear gradually regained their senses.

He looked up at the three ferocious dragon heads, and the sense of disharmony in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

The three-headed demon king has each head responsible for responding to attacks from different directions, and each of its attacks is carried out with insane precision.

This huge monster in front of me... although it looks much more powerful than the devil, it is as stiff as a puppet.

The attack trajectories of the three dragon heads were straight and the rhythm of the dragon wings flapping was stiff and rigid, and there was even a noticeable delay before the dragon breath was exhaled.

It was like someone was clumsily controlling this body.

Isaniel's intuition was not wrong.

The demon king who destroyed the world is now in unprecedented chaos.

The left chief is in charge of killing, the right chief is in charge of trickery, and the central chief is responsible for coordination and balance, maintaining terrifying efficiency in the midst of madness.

But at this moment, all control was forced into the Black Hand's single will.

The Black Hand is in chaos.

The flames of hell roared and surged in the filth, eager to set the entire world on fire.

But the light left by Theresa was like a gentle chain, tightly binding this rage.

It turns out that my sister has been suffering from this kind of torment.

Behind those seemingly effortless smiles, they are fighting against the power running rampant within their bodies every minute and every second.

What's more, there are only two forces now: karma fire and light.

“Ho ho ho—!!!”

The dragon head on the left suddenly raised up, and a terrifying red light appeared deep in its throat.

The next second, the fiery dragon breath swept across the battlefield like a furious paintbrush, splashing a burning vermilion trail on the scorched earth.

"Holy Barrier, deploy!"

The tower shields of the Judgment Knights slammed heavily into the ground, and the protective stones engraved on the shields were instantly activated.

The azure holy energy and the golden light shed by the Church of Light intertwined in the air, condensing into a translucent prismatic shield.

The phosphorescent fire on the right dragon head flowed between its fangs. Unlike the violent breath on the left, this dragon's breath was like a sticky liquid hell.

Several knights who were standing in front and swimming with their legs crossed had no time to retreat before their armor, which was splashed by the phosphorus fire, immediately began to collapse on its own.

The central dragon head finally took action.

It gracefully raised its neck, covered in golden runes, and what spewed out was not fire, but a beam of pure light.

When this brilliant stream of light passed through the battlefield, the two dragon breaths that had gushed out previously suddenly exploded like ignited alcohol.

So many lives were taken away silently, leaving behind only the scorched ground with sparks.

Without Theresa's restrictions, Black Hand can do whatever it wants.

Even if it means destroying this world.