After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

He also deceived himself with his tongue, telling himself all day long: Because he is a genius, there is nothing I can do.

Ah, only now do I realize how stupid I was.

Although my heart was filled with a sadness that was enough to ignite my internal organs, I was also envious of that talent.

But as expected, I still want to fight alongside you, Aimee Castina.

I want to be with you, the one with great talent, the hero and the courage.

Seeing Murphy's eyes showing no sign of weakness despite her wanting to shoot him, Ames's expression collapsed a little.

"It's like we're talking to old friends—well, since we can't stop, then."

"Yes, the reins that bound me have been dropped. Only after I've stepped on you can I move forward."

Murphy and Ames' smiles overlapped with each other, as if they were fearless.

Murphy has completely understood that there will inevitably be a conflict here.

Although he didn't know whether this reincarnation was caused by God, the devil, or something else.

But he was standing here according to his own will.

For him, that was enough.

"I understand. Then, there is only one thing left. I will kill you here, in accordance with the justice and truth I believe in."

"Excellent! It's as simple as standing firm on the battlefield. Aimees Castina, for the sake of my great ambition and the dignity of my soul, I will kill you right here and now."

That seemed to be a signal.

In the gradually thinning night, the silver light and the white blade shone as if burning each other's lives.

Chapter 62 I hope this body can be happy

The white blade was swung at a rapid speed in the night, trying to cut open Murphy's internal organs.

Ames's attack was not only a sound, it even seemed to tear the space apart.

In response to that attack, Murphy used the long sword held in his right hand to stab Ames' neck with the shortest straight distance and the fastest speed.

A genius must be killed once. If he is given a second chance to breathe, he is doomed to failure.

So I have to use this one strike to take off that guy's head.

The silver light on Murphy's right hand swayed slightly.

At the same time, the dagger in his left hand was placed in the path of Ames's white blade.

Although even Murphy himself felt that he could not defend against it, it would be even better if he could correct the most dangerous attack trajectory.

Faced with the dagger blocking her path, Ames could either choose to deflect the double-edged sword or leave.

At the same time, Murphy will seize the opportunity to kill her.

It was just a matter of breath.

As soon as he exhaled, Murphy had a premonition that this attack and defense should be over.

So, was the previous step taken in time or too late?

With such doubts in mind, his back was completely soaked with sweat.

——Ding——Zheng!

In the instant of attack and defense, Murphy did hear the two strange mixed sounds.

One of them is the sound of a block of iron being subjected to a force beyond its strength, thus declaring its own demise.

In an instant he understood that the sound was made by the dagger held in his left hand.

Not only did it fail to change the trajectory of the blade, it couldn't even move the blade away, and it simply broke.

That's dangerous.

After all, the dagger was just an ordinary item bought on the roadside. After a series of attacks and defenses, it had already been severely worn out, so it was not surprising that it broke at any time.

But, why is it here?

No, that's not right.

If Ames used all her strength, she would probably be able to break the blade with just one strike. After all, her attacks so far were just testing.

Then, along with the sound of the first dagger breaking, another sound reached Murphy's ears.

This one is simpler.

That was the sound of the left hand and the dagger working together to the end, only to be cut off by the white flash bomb.

The next moment after hearing that voice, Murphy could no longer feel the existence of his left hand.

Instead, he felt something exciting in his heart.

It was an intuition, a hunch that made no logic.

The blade was longer than an arm, but it couldn't even cut off a piece of Ames's scalp.

Before that, his body would be cut in two and his burning passion would end.

Oh no, if I don't deviate from that track a little, I'll die.

But, never mind.

We must catch up now.

You must catch up before you use your body to block the blade.

Reach, reach, reach!

In the gap of time, Murphy saw the fierce light emanating from Ames's golden eyes, like that of a ferocious beast.

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As the night gradually faded away, Filia was watching the offensive and defensive battle between the two with an intoxicated expression.

The dragon horn sword in her hand was supposed to be of great use when Murphy was about to face a crisis.

But now, there is no need for that.

No, for Filia, there was nothing left to swing.

Her big silver eyes were trembling constantly, and the scene before her even made her fair face blush.

Murphy's silver blade, and Ames Castina's white blade.

The weapons of the two heroes, as if depicting a melody, cut through the darkness.

Murphy's condition was not very good. Even just watching, Filia would let out an "ah" from time to time, and had a premonition that his neck would be cut by the other party.

But even so, she couldn't suppress the joy that welled up from the depths of Filia's heart.

The expression that was supposed to be dignified has completely disappeared.

Only at this moment will Filia fully reveal her feelings.

That man, Murphy, stood on the side of the Herald Cultists, brandishing a long sword.

With determination in his heart, he displayed his bravery.

That is indeed what my fingertips are guiding.

Ah, is there anything more joyful than this?

Filia's heels seemed to be numb as she moved forward step by step.

Murphy, fighting according to her own ideas and for herself.

The magician named Frodo must have seen this battle somewhere.

However, this battle is not for you, but for me.

Filia's heart was beating wildly.

Things were moving so smoothly, so fast.

Furthermore, the duel with Ames Castina was somewhat inhumane.

So, originally, in the worst case scenario, Filia would consider cutting Ames's neck from behind.

But now, there is no need for that.

There was no sign of Filia swinging her sword.

Because that man, Murphy, was risking his life, performing a sword dance with all his might.

Ah, if she were to be compared to Ames, then Jianfeng wasn't mature enough.

Although his footwork is light, it is hard to say that he is strong.

What covers him is mediocrity itself.

I don't think he can survive if he becomes an enemy of that genius.

Nevertheless, even so.

Just by looking at that figure, you can feel his awareness.

So, how is it possible to do something that tramples on enlightenment?

All I can do at this moment is to express my sincere respect for that gesture.

Murphy and Ames have entered the final offensive and defensive battle.

Murphy's left arm was broken, and the long sword in his right hand could not reach Ames' neck no matter what.

Filia placed all her decisions in her heart.

If Murphy dies here, then I will have to share the same fate.

That was his duty, the one that brought him to this battlefield.

It is also the greatest respect and sincerity to Murphy.

But.

willing--

Filia narrowed her eyes.

Although she didn't want to take her eyes off this offensive and defensive battle.

But the sunlight blocked my eyes.

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The battlefield is about to usher in the morning.

Feeling the warmth of the sun on my back.

The waiting light and brilliant brilliance.

Finally, caught up.

The sun broke through the night sky, finally lifted its heavy body and showed its power.

Murphy stood there with her back to the sun.

Then the other side.

Golden eyes are blinded by sunlight.

The pupils shrank reflexively.

And the white blade that was supposed to cut off the body also stopped.

Although it did hit the side of the abdomen, it did not penetrate deep into the internal organs.

Silver light of the long sword, please reach it.

Except at this moment, there will never be another day to behead a hero.

If I can't kill him with one blow, this guy will definitely come back.

So, here, right here, it must be killed.

The long sword traced the path that seemed to be sucked into Ames' neck.

Then, in Murphy's hands, there was the sound and feeling of cutting flesh.