The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Come home more often..."

Theresa looked up and watched as Akzhan's figure gradually became transparent.

Golden spots of light drifted from his fingertips, hair ends, and clothes corners, like fireflies blown away by the wind, or like mist gradually melting in the morning light.

She stretched out her hand, trying to grab something, then silently put it back.

"This is natural and inevitable."

Theresa murmured softly, as if trying to convince herself.

There is always a price to pay for accomplishing something.

Akzan's smile was still ruffian and ostentatious, as if he was just playing an insignificant joke on her instead of saying goodbye.

But his outline became increasingly faint, like ink smudged by water, being erased bit by bit by the world.

He...may not come back.

From the moment he stepped into Black Hand's body without hesitation, from the moment he actively allowed filth to erode his soul, from the moment he chose to become that anchor.

The outcome is already determined.

His body, his consciousness, his existence were all being broken down, devoured, and reconstructed bit by bit.

Being able to stand in front of her in this manner can be considered as a sign of inner strength.

Because the real Akzhan no longer exists, what stands before her now is nothing but the remaining obsession, the last illusion.

"It's time to go out and see what surprises you have left for me."

Every step the Three-Headed Dragon King took made the earth groan under the heavy burden.

Are all human struggles in vain?

Compared to the initial filthy frenzy that covered the sky and the earth, the Dragon King's offensive is now showing signs of decline.

The most astonishing change was that the pair of eyes that always burned with madness began to flicker with a hesitant light of rationality.

The Black Hand is no longer blindly destroying, but is testing humanity's choices.

It wants to see humans give as much as it has given.

"How many people can still move——!"

Urban's roar exploded in the smoke, hoarse but still carrying unquestionable power.

Before he finished speaking, he rolled over, picked up the longsword of the dead knight on the ground, and slashed fiercely at the twisted and filthy creature in front of him.

The situation is terrible.

No, it should be said that everyone's situation is terrible.

Filth not only erodes the body, but also gnaws at the will.

Fear, despair, anger.

Those deliberately suppressed emotions entwine everyone's heart like a poisonous snake, and if you are not careful, you will be dragged into the abyss of madness.

Those who can stand up are already relying on an almost paranoid will to hold on.

"Leave me alone... Ryan, cooperate with them in the attack."

Isaniel's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

He supported himself on the ground with one hand and tried to stand up tremblingly, but he stumbled and fell to his knees again.

"I can already feel... the filth disintegrating from within."

He gasped, each word seeming to be squeezed from his lungs.

"Don't let their efforts go to waste...so...don't stop..."

Even a second of delay could render those sacrifices meaningless.

In the distance, a foul roar shook the sky, but this time, the roar of mankind did not die down either.

"I am coming."

The three dragon heads that were originally roaring manically suddenly stopped, and their lava-like vertical pupils shrank slightly.

In the eyes of the main figure in the middle, golden light began to flicker irregularly.

The wails of the dead souls within Black Hand's body gradually subsided, replaced by a sigh-like wave that rippled through the void.

"What you hope for..."

The dragon head's breathing suddenly became rapid, and what it spewed out was no longer corrosive black mist, but ashes with residual heat.

The small figure curled up in the snow, filth covering its entire body.

One day... I will destroy this terrible world...

"What you expect..."

What had it expected?

Perhaps it was a forgotten afternoon when the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the mud.

Perhaps it is the grass-scented air that rushes into your lungs when you take your first breath.

Or maybe, it’s just about finding back the eyes that can reflect the color of the sky, and seeing every color in the world.

"What you witnessed..."

Filthy Vision can instantly grasp all situations on the battlefield.

These tiny yet tenacious lives are as fragile as candlelight in the wind, but they never go out.

"I wonder if this kind of world... does it satisfy you?"

Theresa looked forward to Black Hand's reaction.

......

“Half satisfied, half dissatisfied?”

Theresa could sense its hesitation, its uneasiness, and the hint of anticipation hidden within.

"Don't think about anything else. Right now, just think about yourself."

......

"Okay. You should enjoy the satisfying parts. As for the unsatisfactory parts, you need to find the answers yourself."

Golden light patterns spread across the dragon's body like a living thing. Wherever it passed, the black matter peeled off, revealing a golden glow.

"You will be reborn, completely reborn. Because only in this way... can you fully experience what is called life."

Three golden lights penetrated the three heads at the same time, and the huge dragon body gradually became transparent in the light.

The filth split the Black Hand into three heads, three minds.

She could have let Black Hand keep all the memories, keep it as all it was.

if that is the case......

"This is unfair. You deserve to start over as a human being, not stay by my side as a creature."

Even if it means forgetting, even if everything that once was will turn into blank.

But what does that matter?

"Let's... meet again at sunrise. This time, I will always be with you."

When the last ray of golden light dissipated in the sky, the first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds just right, like a golden sword splitting the curtain of night.

The light was not dazzling, but rather gentle like a newborn, dissolving the remaining shadows of darkness bit by bit in the morning breeze.

The filthy body of the three-headed dragon king, which covered the sky and the sun, began to collapse in front of everyone's astonished gaze.

The black substance peeled off like autumn leaves, and turned into golden light and dissipated before it hit the ground.

Strelitzia stared at all this in a daze, and suddenly a familiar color broke into her vision.

Xuelian suddenly covered her chest, and a long-lost warmth spread from her heart to her whole body, as if she was gently hugged by someone.

There was silence on the battlefield.

The survivors looked at each other, not understanding what had happened.

They narrowed their eyes...

Because the sun is out.