The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Perhaps an uninvited visitor disturbed the tranquility of the forest, or perhaps this land itself has an unknown temperament.

The sky, which was originally as clear as glass, is now being quietly eroded by inky clouds.

Dark clouds surged in from behind the ridgeline, like thick ink rapidly spreading across rice paper.

They devour the blue sky and force the sunlight back bit by bit.

The wind in the forest suddenly changed its temperament, from a gentle whisper to a rapid gasp, causing the treetops to droop and tremble.

The whole forest was holding its breath, waiting for the first drop of rain to hit the leaves, waiting for the moment when the sky would be completely torn apart.

This rain is destined to bring something.

"It feels like two completely different worlds compared to the first time I came here."

Theresa tilted her head back, letting the cold raindrops patter against her cheeks.

Raindrops slid down the curve of her jaw and gathered into a small stream at her collarbone.

The sky has turned into a thick lead-gray curtain, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, a pale bolt of lightning tore through the sky, like a sharp sword thrown by a god, accurately striking the ancient tree beside her.

The tree trunk exploded with a sound, wood chips flew everywhere, and the smell of burning was instantly dispersed into the air by the rain.

"Is this a warning to me?"

Theresa chuckled, a strange light flickering in her golden eyes.

"Well...you have to let me perform."

She slowly opened her arms.

A miracle happened at this moment, every falling raindrop suddenly froze in the air.

Millions of water droplets seemed to have turned into millions of prisms, each reflecting her golden figure.

The space began to twist and ripple. Theresa suddenly raised her hand, and her five fingers accurately grasped the throat of a creature in the void.

A gilded halo appeared on her fingertips, and the light coiled around her like a living thing.

"caught you."

The corners of her lips curled up in a determined arc, and her golden pupils shone frighteningly bright in the lightning.

"Roar--!"

The deafening roar tore through the rain curtain, and the familiar thunder eyes made Theresa's mouth curl up slightly.

It was this thunder beast that had once forced her to flee in embarrassment, but now it was struggling between her fingers.

"As a god-like being, I can sense the abnormality here."

Theresa's golden eyes flashed with coldness.

"Then you have been guarding here all the time, so you must be very familiar with the location of that place."

She raised her empty left hand slightly, and a radiant golden sword condensed in her palm.

The sword hummed as it hovered in the air, and every drop of rain that approached it vaporized instantly.

"I don't want to waste any more time talking."

Her fingertips tightened slightly, and the thunder beast roared in pain.

"You and I are both aware of the current gap in strength. Before I wipe you out, you'd better mark your position."

The moment she loosened her grip a little, the thunder beast suddenly turned into a flash of lightning, broke free from its restraints, and fled in panic, leaving a scorching trail in the air.

Theresa chuckled and flicked her fingertips.

The hovering golden sword shot up into the sky, like a retrograde meteor piercing through the clouds.

In an instant, the dark clouds dispersed, and golden light poured down, spreading a gorgeous rainbow in the cleansed sky.

"That's true."

Theresa closed her eyes and extended her divine perception in all directions like a spider web.

The golden divine consciousness swept across every inch of land, passed through every crack in the rock, and finally stopped in the crack of a forgotten valley.

There are unusual fluctuations emanating from there.

It was a twisted space crack, like silk torn by invisible hands, with unstable light flickering at the edges.

Just by getting close, you can feel the turbulence of time and space coming from it, as if stepping into it will fall into another completely different world.

No one knows what lies behind the rift.

Or a dimension completely beyond imagination?

Just like no one can predict the final chapter of a story unless they turn the last page themselves.

"Then I'll disappear for a while."

Theresa whispered to herself, a smile that was both sacred and dangerous appearing on the corner of her lips.

She slowly extended her hand toward the crack.

At the moment of contact, the human body began to decompose into countless light particles, pouring into the space crack like a countercurrent of the galaxy.

She is shedding her human form to become a more powerful being.

The golden light completely engulfed her figure, and the crack slowly closed after she entered, as if nothing had happened.

Only the sacred fluctuations lingering in the air tell of the transformation that has just taken place here.

In the split second between opening and closing her eyes, Theresa found herself in a space that defied common sense.

The scene here is fragmented, as if countless space fragments were forcibly stitched together.

And in this chaos, two familiar divine powers pressed down like mountains and seas.

The Fire Goddess transformed into an eternally burning eyeball, with flames that could burn everything dancing in her pupils.

The Goddess of Judgement is a giant sword suspended in the air, with a cold light flowing from the blade that judges all living beings.

Behind him was a huge door that spanned the sky and the earth, and a terrifying breath seeped out from the gap of the door.

Those are the laments and whispers of countless forgotten gods.

"Sure, you guys."

Theresa's golden eyes narrowed slightly.

"You're willing to use part of it to guard the gate. Are you so eager to restart the world?"

Her voice sent ripples through the shattered space.

"Or...are there too many people like me who refuse to obey behind the door?"

The newborn god had not yet received a title, and her question was like a stone thrown into the abyss, receiving no response.

Only the flames reflected from the hilt of the Goddess of Judgement ignited two clusters of cold anger on her golden irises.

"Okay, okay...just ignore me..."

Before Theresa finished her words, a divine light suddenly bloomed behind her.

A hazy and solemn figure slowly emerged, and the goddess of fertility gently crowned her, holding a wreath woven from wheat ears and vines.

At the same time, another fiery shadow condensed beside her.

The shadow of the goddess of war was not holding a sword, but a book.

The pages of the book move without wind, and each page records the laws and truths of all wars in ancient and modern times.

As a loyal reader, it is now necessary to pay for watching.

The moment Theresa grasped the long staff, countless flickering images of war flashed through her eyes.

She gently turned the stick, and the broken space trembled, even the flames of the Goddess of Fire swayed.

"Now, we can talk."

The newly born god raised the divine weapon containing the origin of war in his hand, and his golden eyes shone with extraordinary divine light.

How long will this struggle to liberate the God-forsaken land last?

Here, the entire space is covered by divine time, and time has become the most meaningless measure at this moment.

Theresa swung her staff towards the God of Fire and Judgment, not knowing how this war would end.

Perhaps only when both sides fight to the point of forgetting the essence of heaven and earth and tearing apart the warp and weft of the rules can we glimpse the dawn of the end.

As for what divine name she will be given by all living beings, it no longer matters at this moment.

In the golden divine pupils, there are only the burning eyes in front and the suspended giant sword.

There is no time in the war between gods, only eternal confrontation.

And she was already prepared to shatter this eternity.

The most perfect painting...stay tuned.