The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Three ferocious dragon heads were wreaking havoc on the battlefield, and every bite and swing caused a bloody storm.

The dragon head on the left suddenly stretched out, and its fangs bit like a guillotine, cutting a charging Judgment Knight in half.

Before the blood spilled onto the ground, the dragon head on the right side had already curled up like a giant python, biting another priest of light who was trying to get around from behind and throwing him away violently.

The tiny body flew out like a rag, smashing into a broken wall a hundred meters away, exploding into a scarlet flower of blood.

Arcane missiles poured down like a rainstorm, and the blazing white magic light exploded on the dark and filthy body, but it was like a drop in the ocean.

Those high-level arcane spells that were powerful enough to shatter city walls only caused a few ripple-like depressions on the surface of the dragon's body, and were then swallowed up by the wriggling darkness.

The filthy substance flowed like a living thing, filling the damaged area in an instant without leaving even a trace of burn marks.

"Damn...if only I had more time."

Urban frowned as he looked at the chaotic battlefield.

They had just mastered the power of the gods and had not yet completed a thorough study, but they immediately used it in actual combat.

Many of the protective stones were overloaded and shattered before they could play their true role.

The dragon head in the center, that majestic head, slowly lowered, its cold pupils reflecting the coalition forces.

A faint light emanated from its throat, not the fiery dragon's breath, but a holy light so pure that it made people tremble.

“Back off—!”

Isaniel's roar cut through the clamor of the battlefield.

He suddenly unfolded the Book of Light in his hand. The pages fluttered in the strong wind, and the holy words floated in the air like living things, forming a dazzling barrier around him.

"Ryan!"

Ryan understood without further explanation.

He knelt on one knee, his giant sword pierced into the scorched earth. The holy light bursting out from the gaps in his armor gathered like flowing water, and finally turned into a shadow of pure white wings, covering Isaniel.

The next second, the platinum-colored light of destruction descended.

"boom----!!"

A dazzling wave of light swept across the battlefield like a tsunami, and everyone was blown away by the shock wave like fallen leaves and smashed heavily into the ruins.

"Cough-cough-!"

Isaniel propped himself up from the rubble, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He looked around and saw wounded soldiers lying all over the battlefield. The priests of light were desperately chanting healing prayers, while the knights of judgment were gritting their teeth and re-forming their formation.

"We must act quickly."

He lowered his voice and retreated to Urban's side.

Isaniel's eyes swept across the three ferocious dragon heads. After each large-scale attack, the giant creature's movements would be briefly delayed.

"Then you just cooperate with us honestly."

Urban responded coldly, not even looking at him.

Isaniel was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning the battlefield.

The ground was filled with the guardian stones of the Church of Judgment, each of which exuded a faint blue power of judgment, entwining the devil's filthy body like thorns, hindering its recovery.

If it weren't for these protective stones, they might not even have a chance to fight back.

"clear......"

Isaniel tightened his grip on the codex in his hand again and stood on one side with Urban.

......

The red vertical pupils of the dragon head on the left shrank in excitement, and corrosive saliva dripped from between its fangs.

The ground cracked under the trampling, and every bite was filled with crazy pleasure.

Those tiny humans were crushed like ants, and their screams made its karmic fire burn even more vigorously.

Let the flames purify everything and let these pitiful creatures repent in pain.

The dragon head on the right looked at the weak human in a teasing manner.

Arcane attacks? It's just futile.

There are only a few who can cause harm to it.

The platinum pupils of the dragon head in the middle reflected the entire battlefield.

It saw the Knight of Judgment still charging with his broken arm, and the Priest of Light burning the life-sustaining barrier.

You are so weak that you can't even stand a single blow, so why do you still insist on doing so?

A sticky black substance oozed out of the wound and evaporated in the holy light.

pain?

No, that's nothing at all.

Compared to the pain my sister and I have endured, these are nothing.

The fire of karma roars in the filth, and the holy light burns in the filth.

The three heads can think clearly quickly, but at this moment it is confused about its sister's intentions.

Six eyes can see every corner clearly, but they can't see what my sister wants to see.

What on earth does my sister want it for?

Should I help with revenge or destroy the world?

While thinking about this question, the black hand did not stop its actions. It coldly cleaned up the insignificant ants at its feet.

To be honest, I don’t understand what my sister really wants.

My sister's thoughts are always changing and hard to understand.

My sister longed for a perfect world, but after experiencing the battle at the border, she felt that this world was not perfect at all.

But now, my sister's goal seems to have become unclear and confusing again.

Black Hand didn't want to think any further, because once some ideas popped up in one head, more ideas would appear in other heads.

Anyway...just clean up these troublesome humans first.

“Snap… snap… snap…”

The sticky black substance dripped from the edge of the dragon's wings and hit the ground like melted asphalt.

The moment each drop of filth touched the ground, the scorched earth was corroded into pits that emitted black smoke.

The ground began to wriggle.

In those pits, the dark matter twisted and expanded like a living thing, gradually condensing into vague outlines.

Their bodies are made of pure filth, with sticky darkness constantly flowing on their surface, yet they strangely maintain a stable shape.

One, two, ten...a hundred...

Foul creatures crawled out of the corroded soil. They had different shapes and sizes, some human and some biological.

But they all have one thing in common: they all drip corrosive liquid, leaving charred marks on the ground.

This is an army of pure malice.

They slowly raised their heads and looked at the remaining humans on the battlefield.

Then, without warning...

The charge began.

The night wind blew across the broken battlements, twirling the girl's hair.

Xuelian knelt on one knee on the edge of the rock, holding the long sword inserted into the ground with both hands.

The sword body was flowing with crystal blue light, as pure as the frozen aurora.

The light reflected in her ice-blue pupils, standing out particularly clearly on the dim battlefield.

The deafening sound of fighting came from afar.

The filthy waves collided with the human defense line, creating tragic sparks, and the three-headed dragon standing in the center of the battlefield was constantly releasing suffocating pressure.

"Ah...what a mess..."

Xuelian sneaked out alone, hijacked a train, and forcibly changed the track using ice magic.

The shocking confrontation with Theresa was still fresh in his mind, and every bone in his body was protesting to continue fighting.

"I'm going to help..."

Xuelian slowly stood up, supporting herself on the hilt of her sword. She knew the gentle nature of the demon king better than anyone else.

This out-of-control situation was definitely not the outcome Theresa had hoped to see.

That being said, she still had to move forward step by step.

After all, if she jumped off the cliff, no one would catch her.