After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Although it was a surprise attack by the Thousand-legged Lord that focused on speed, the power he exerted still made people despair and want to sigh.

This is not good. If he continues like this, he will probably crash into a tree, right?

If it was a tree stump with raised surfaces, it would be terrible and he would definitely be fatally injured.

So, we must help him.

But how to do it?

His body was too heavy to move, and he couldn't fly over to catch him.

However, that was something he could not allow no matter what.

Let’s ignore Murphy’s little cleverness for now.

He could see that although the two of them seemed to be similar now, in terms of fundamental talent, he was no match for the silver-haired swordsman.

Although his movements were skillful, they were far from outstanding compared to that of the silver-haired swordsman.

It has nothing to do with how much practice you have, it's a matter of talent.

No matter how hard you try, you can only become slightly more proficient on the basis of mediocrity, and there is no possibility of a qualitative breakthrough.

Just by looking at his movements, you can tell that his talent is probably much weaker than many low-level fighters in the tribe.

So, although it looks decent, it is not strong, definitely not strong.

Moreover, the attack launched by such a weapon can only break the scales at best.

But that tiny wound was insignificant to the huge white snake.

Despite this, he continued to swing the blade desperately.

That look could perhaps be described as foolish.

But, looking at that figure that kept moving forward, how could I have the right to call him a weak person?

Compared to myself, who was unable to move and too scared to get close, he was much stronger.

Sure enough, the contempt he had shown earlier was justified.

So, let him, who is stronger than himself, die in vain.

This was an unacceptable mistake for Theresa Lat, who worshipped the strong.

My body still feels heavy, and my spirit feels wounded as if it had been stabbed.

My fingertips were trembling, and even the slightest movement caused a phantom pain as if they were severed.

So, instead of running, Theresa Latte chose to jump.

For her normally, that was an action that was too slow.

Because of this, she was being tortured by self-blame to the point of tears.

However, despite this.

In order to save his life, she forced her body to move and jumped into the air.

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Chapter 140 At least you have to say this before you die

The moment I rushed towards the flaw, I seemed to have hit something, but before I could figure out the situation, I suddenly felt a blur in front of my eyes.

Then, as if hit by something heavy, his body flew backwards.

However, the imagined pain did not appear.

Rather, even the impact was much lighter than imagined.

To be honest, I was already prepared for my spine to be broken.

"...Thanks, I'm saved. How are you doing?"

He spat out the blood that had accumulated at the corner of his mouth, and said this while looking at the girl who had caught his body that should have flown farther.

Although it was still unclear what exactly had happened, there was no doubt that he had just received her help.

She—Teressarat Luwana—spoke in a hoarse voice, “The people of Elizard are much stronger than those of other countries. So it’s just this… that’s all. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

Although there was probably some bravado in her words, what she said was indeed true.

I heard that the people of Elizard, who grew up in the desert, are much stronger than the people of the Kingdom of Leiden.

Therefore, in the past war, the army of the Kingdom of Leiden suffered considerable hardships.

Shake your head and get rid of irrelevant things from your mind.

Then, he took a long breath, clenched his fingertips, and confirmed the touch of the sword - fortunately, he didn't embarrass himself enough to throw the sword away.

Sure enough, without a divine magician, a life-and-death battle like this would be too difficult for him.

However, it is a little better than the worst case scenario. At least I can still stand here with my body intact.

After thanking Theresa Latte, he turned his gaze to the other side.

There, Filia was holding the dragon horn sword and fighting with the white snake.

However, it may be due to the snake's own flexibility or its agility.

So no matter how Filia attacked, she could not cause any substantial damage to it.

Sure enough, there are still not enough people.

After all, it would be meaningless even if the scales of that kind of creature were cut - even if the wound was finally broken, the impact force probably wouldn't be able to penetrate well.

Because of this, the target should indeed be the abdomen - if the magic core buried deep there is dragged out, even the most outrageous guy should be killed... right?

Anyway, that's how it died last time.

But that's the problem: the white snake lay on the ground, and its belly was almost never exposed.

Therefore, one party will attract its attention, and the other party will find a gap and then attack its belly.

This method should be the most reasonable.

But what if the one looking for the opportunity is someone like me.

Then, he would be bounced away by the white snake just like before.

He sighed softly and forced himself to stand up.

Although my knee was slightly injured, it was far from being unable to move.

"...Is it better to retreat now? You are undoubtedly warriors, I already understand that."

"But you alone cannot defeat... the Thousand-legged Lord."

Tresarath said in a voice that sounded rather tired.

Honestly, I don't think she used up all her strength just by jumping up to catch me.

However, the fact seems to be like this, and now her face has become extremely pale.

Compared to the image I saw of her before I came here, her current appearance is simply unimaginable.

However, it was thanks to this that a word suddenly popped up from the depths of my mind.

So...that's how it is.

Considering her personality, I thought she would not be able to help but intervene in the middle of the battle.

As a result, she has not taken any action until now, but instead looks timid. There must be a special reason for that.

This woman now looked like she was about to die - her face was pale, her hands and feet were shaking, she was gasping for breath, and something like cold sweat was running down her cheeks.

Rather, this guy could actually help me in this miserable state.

Well, I wouldn't want to waste her kindness in saving my life.

So, he spoke to her almost reflexively.

"No, that won't do. I must take this guy's heart out."

Hearing this, Theresa Latte almost burst into tears. She shouted, "That's too much! Now, you've already died once!"

Yes, just as she said, if it weren't for her, I would probably be dead.

Even if he hadn't died just now, he would have at least broken a few bones.

So if you are still wise, you should choose to escape now.

This is a wise choice, and it is indeed correct.

But, after doing that, what happens?

To be honest, I know it very well.

If you choose the wise path, if you choose the safe side.

Then what awaits me is a replay of that previous journey - a journey full of cowardice and meanness.

It took so much effort to get back on track.

So, if I have to go back to that time, I might as well just die.

But for me, death is the only thing that is absolutely unacceptable.

At least, if I must die, I still want to be able to hold my chest high and say, "I have done everything I could."

At least, you have to die after saying this.

So, holding the knife horizontally, he stood up and looked at Theresa Lat's knees that were still shaking.

"Because we don't have time, I'll just ask you once - do you know why you became like this?"

Theresa Latte shook her head slowly and vigorously.

In fact, just one look and you can tell why she looks so abnormal now.

So, in order to untie that shackle, it is necessary to tell her from the most basic.

"You're not timid or anything like that. It's just a rejection of magic. Um... You may not understand what I mean, but please listen to me first."

As he spoke, he pressed down on Theresa Latte's shoulders with both hands.

In order to make sure she couldn't look away, he fixed her face and looked into her eyes from the front.

The Lord of the Thousand Legs - the white snake as it is called, attaches the most importance to getting monsters like the Demonic Insect to join its ranks.

However, apart from the group of rational monsters in the maze - the monster clan.

Theoretically, it is impossible for monsters of different races to form such a dominant relationship.

But the white snake was different.

In the past, it brought all the monsters around it under its command, from insects to large monsters.

As for the reason, it was finally determined that it was the magical dust produced by the white scales of that creature, which was as fine as sand grains.

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Chapter 141 The Sound of Death

In the past, the White Snake brought all the monsters around it under his command, from insects to large monsters.

Although the specific principle is unknown, in short, it can make the dust spread in the air as it wishes.

Originally, unless it was constructed into magic, most of the magic power would disappear directly as soon as it left the caster's body, and then be assimilated with the magic power in the air.

But the scales of that white snake were different. Perhaps because the scales themselves were exposed to the air and fluttering, the magic dust produced by them would not disappear at all.

Therefore, its magic power spreads out with this forest as the center, and the magic power will continue to accumulate in the bodies of people or animals that absorb this guy's magic power.

In this case, they will of course have a rejection reaction to the foreign object that is inhaled into their body.

At that time, even though you want to escape from there, the magic power in your body will induce you to feel fear, causing you to be afraid to escape.

Moreover, the white snake's magic dust can be spread to far places by the wind, and then more people and animals can inhale it through breathing.

In this way, unknowingly, the magic insect had become accustomed to the magic of the white snake and became like a slave of the white snake.

Just like that, he explained to her sentence by sentence the general principle of why Theresa was feeling uncomfortable.

Of course, even if the principle was known, it would be impossible to eliminate the magic power in her body immediately.

In the past, although we knew that the Thousand-legged Lord would use this method to bring monsters under his command, we had never heard that humans would be affected by it.