After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Well, I guess I made some profit from this "transaction".

(Today's two updates are completed, and the next update is to pay back the previous ones.)

Chapter 138 The Thousand-footed Lord

Move slowly through the dense grass at a pace that leaves as few footprints as possible.

After all, this place is very close to the territory of the Thousand-legged Lord, so we must act as cautiously as possible.

"Murphy."

Filia seemed to be considering this as well, so her voice was much softer than usual.

Although I could already guess what she wanted to say, in order to prevent any problems, I still turned my head towards her and waited for her next words.

"That woman is still following."

After listening to Filia's words, he raised his head slightly and looked further behind him.

There, the black leggings creaked and clunked, and their owner, Teresalat Luwana, strode through the forest—Elizard's champion.

For some reason, after a brief trip with her to purchase supplies in the tribal city, this person has been hanging around us.

If she had said she wanted to fight with us, we wouldn't have paid any attention to her, but she just followed us silently without saying a word.

Honestly, this feeling of oppression is really scary...

So, I accidentally blurted out what I was thinking: "Um, um...are you planning to go with us to defeat the monsters?"

Hearing this, Theresa Latte's long eyelashes suddenly trembled violently.

"—No, I don't have that intention at all. I'm just watching to see if you guys are doing anything bad."

After just such a brief conversation, the conversation ended.

I see. I had previously thought that this person named Theresa Salat was the straightforward and easy-to-talk-to type.

Now it seems that I was completely wrong... Or rather, she should be the rather troublesome type?

In other words, she should be the kind of person who can't get rid of the facts that she has determined in her heart and then take action for it.

Take this action as an example - she should want to defeat the Thousand-legged Lord in her heart, but she is unable to move forward due to other reasons.

But... forget it. From a certain perspective, people like her are more like "human beings".

But until now, I have never made eye contact with Filia... Her hatred towards the people of the Kingdom of Leiden is really deep-rooted.

There's really no way to deal with this kind of person, but... I can't just let her follow me unprepared.

So, he could only sigh, shrug his shoulders, then take out a bottle from his arms and throw it back.

After Tresarath caught the bottle, she looked at this side with a puzzled expression.

"It's filled with oil. The demon bugs around here really hate this stuff, so if you still plan to follow, pour it on yourself."

After hearing this explanation, Tresarath opened her eyes wide in surprise.

However, after seeing Filia pouring oil on her body, she also imitated us and began to pour oil on her body cautiously.

Well, that's good, so the minimum preparation is done.

After all, the leader of this group of demon insects can only be regarded as one of the vassals of the Thousand-legged Lord. It is unlikely to use these demon insects to deal with the Thousand-legged Lord.

So, at least protect yourself.

As we moved deeper into the forest, we began to hear the strange and unpleasant fluttering of wings again.

The demon insects kept making a commotion, as if saying this is my lord's territory, but none of them dared to approach us who were covered in oil.

At this moment, Filia suddenly stopped and whispered, "It's very close, and the smell is very strong."

At the same time, she also pulled out the dragon horn sword hanging horizontally on her waist.

Is it because she's naturally suited to using heavier swords, or is it because she's incredibly talented with a sword?

In short, she seemed to be able to use this dragon horn sword quite smoothly, although it was a bit heavy for her.

Thanks to her, I was able to see the rare sight of Filia with her cheeks slightly blushing, holding the sword tightly in her arms.

This transaction is really profitable...

While thinking about such strange things, he concentrated his mind and looked deeper into the forest.

The darkness of the forest gave people a feeling of magical power surging, the same feeling as when jumping out of the carriage, and the strange chill instantly crawled all over the back.

Even without seeing it with my own eyes, I already felt such a strong sense of oppression.

Therefore, all the muscles in the body tensed subconsciously, and the lungs could not help but begin to contract due to the cold.

It's such a long-lost feeling... I'm afraid it's a huge monster that's only slightly smaller than the dragon I encountered in the maze, and it's now not far ahead.

Although because the atmosphere was coming from all directions, it was impossible to determine the specific direction.

But there is no doubt that the current position is very close.

So, he narrowed his eyes and searched the surroundings carefully inch by inch.

It's really ironic... It was something I tried to avoid in the past, but now I have to actively seek it out.

Filia held the Dragon Horn Sword across her chest and said, "...Really? Is it really possible to do as you say?"

There seemed to be a hint of uneasiness in her voice.

But don't forget, you are that Filia.

"—Of course, that wouldn't be easier for you than baking bread...right side!"

Having said this, he suddenly threw the dagger he had prepared in advance in a certain direction.

Then it disappeared straight into the darkness of the forest.

But it doesn’t matter, this dagger itself is just a cheap item I bought casually.

And it was not thrown with the intention of inflicting fatal injuries on the enemy, but only to tell the Knight the specific location of the enemy.

The moment the dagger was thrown, pure white scales shone in the light and emerged from the darkness of the forest.

That's enough, because—

Beside him, a silver light suddenly appeared, and a figure began to move forward at a high speed on the ground.

What an unreasonable speed... Maybe he started moving the moment he threw the dagger?

There is no possibility of learning this inhuman reaction speed.

Of course, on the other hand, as a partner, she is the most reliable one.

The dragon horn sword drew a trail in the air. While the grass and trees caught in the attack cried out in grief, the sound of a huge monster leaping into the air was also heard.

It had been hiding in the darkness, but finally appeared in the sunlight.

He was a very cautious and cunning guy who would never show his figure in the darkness. He would only instruct the magic insects to attack the prey, and when he did it himself, he would definitely aim at the blind spot from behind.

Sure enough, there was no deviation from what I remembered.

The giant snake covered with white scales, known as the Lord of the Thousand Legs, appeared here.

(9 chapters to go)

Chapter 139 If You Can’t Run, Then Jump

Honestly, even now, I still don’t understand why that guy is called the “Lord of the Thousand Legs”.

It is obviously a snake in essence, a snake without even a leg.

But this kind of guy is called Qianzu...it's really ridiculous.

However, I seem to have heard someone say the reason why it is called this way - the thousand-foot refers not to the white snake itself, but to the vassal it has, which even exceeds the level of a thousand.

If that is the case, then it is understandable. After all, just counting the demon insects mentioned earlier, the number of White Snake vassals is already in the thousands.

It's really unfair... He is already a powerful monster, but he still has so many minions.

Thinking of this, he surrounded Filia who was fighting with the white snake, looking for flaws from the side.

As I said before, defeating Filia in a duel doesn't mean anything at all.

Fighting monsters is completely different from fighting humans.

To be honest, I have the worst compatibility with these large monsters. After all, these large monsters have always been the responsibility of Filia and the brave man.

But this is not difficult to use as an excuse to escape.

After all, hadn't I already decided not to run away anymore?

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To be honest, I don’t know to what extent I can do it.

But if you have to do it, you must try your best.

His back muscles began to tremble slightly as if he recalled the wounds inflicted by that guy in the past, and his teeth began to chatter.

The moment I caught sight of that figure with my own eyes, the blood in my body stopped flowing as if it were filled with lead.

The reason is unknown.

Is it because of fear? I don't know.

Anyway, there is only one thing that is certain: his limbs are constantly cramping and he is completely unable to move.

It's like this again... Theresa Lat Luvana whispered this in her heart, and her pupils widened unwillingly.

The moment the white snake, the Thousand-legged Lord, appeared in the forest, its blood froze and its body became unable to move at all.

No future.

Even words like these cannot describe the current situation.

In Elizalde, where strength is paramount, freezing at the mere sight of an opponent is an unforgivable crime.

However, this situation is not limited to Theresa Latte.

For the people in the tribal cities surrounding this forest, no matter who faces this white snake, their body and thinking will begin to become abnormal.

Even respected fighters are no better.

Why? Why can't I move? Looking at the scene before her, Teresarate asked herself.

The fist, which is usually faster than a running cheetah, is unable to move at this moment.

The Thousand-legged Master is the strong one, and he is the weak one who is dominated - I am afraid that this idea has been deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.

Obviously, they, obviously those two people from the Kingdom of Leiden can still move so freely!

That's right, the silver-haired swordsman, naturally wielding his long sword, confronted his master who had no legs.

And the man named Murphy, whom he had looked down upon before, was now running around the battlefield, looking for flaws.

There was no doubt that they were all fighting against the Thousand-legged Lord.

However, I am the only one who looks like this, which is really...useless.

There were several reasons why Theresa Latte came here - she was touched by Murphy's words; to find out whether these two people were planning something bad.

The most important point is that he hopes to see that those who boast so much will also be unable to fight against the Lord of the Thousand Legs just like himself.

Theresa Rat harbored this, perhaps even a dark, expectation.

She couldn't even control her wildly fluctuating emotions, and liquid even flowed from the corners of her eyes.

How weak! How shameless! You, humble Theresa Latte.

I don't know how many times I've given the command, wanting my arms to swing upwards, wanting my legs to move forward.

But his limbs seemed to be out of his control and remained frozen in place.

The brave man from the Kingdom of Leiden before him was desperately swinging his blade, but he couldn't even move a finger.

Such heart-wrenching thoughts keep popping up in my mind, and I can't help but close my eyes to escape reality.

"boom!"

The sound of something heavy being bounced off resounded through the forest, followed by the sound of grass breaking.

Murphy——the man who called himself that, was whipped away by the Thousand-legged Lord's tail.

Standing here, you can still clearly see that his body is shaking constantly.