After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

There is no sight more uglier than this, the ugly struggle of reaching out to something that is not worthy of oneself.

I'm afraid that no matter who it is, they will be blinded and no matter who it is, they will despise such a stupid lifestyle.

Ah, but, it's great.

That body cannot be called a hero.

But this spirit, the kind of soul that never gives up and persists on the road where there is no road, is the spirit that suits its owner.

Because of this, I can carve my own mark.

The sword finally took shape.

The magic power is refined again and transformed into a form suitable for the owner.

The holder of mediocre talent will give up stepping on the hero's head and reach out to him.

The inscription of this body is——

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That was an unexpected sight.

Murphy's left wrist was cut off, his dagger and sword were all lost, and the only remaining right hand was also without any weapon.

All his strategies were defeated by his genius.

At this point, he couldn't even take a step back and could only wait for the end of his head being chopped off by Ames Castina's sharp blade.

This should be the ending.

That's how it should be.

But...it can be said that something unexpected happened.

In Murphy's right hand, a sword suddenly appeared, as if it had swallowed up the surrounding space and was born.

Could it be that my wish was heard by the heavens? This is really stupid.

The sword born from Yu Meifei's right hand is a sword of breathtaking beauty.

The silver blade is covered with dark black lines.

The black color is more like the hue of the dark night than it is sinister.

But why?

Murphy didn't even have time to have doubts like this in his mind.

Because although there was the same astonishment in Ames' eyes as in his, she still swung the white blade down.

Now, either use the sword in your hand to break up the attack, or go straight ahead to fight back even though you know it is unreasonable.

If you break the block, you can get a moment's gap.

However, before he could make that additional attack, Ames's second swing would probably have already arrived.

That way, you can only extend your life by one second before facing the destined death again.

In this case, what should I do?

Should I meet that guy's sword head-on?

Oh, okay, that’s okay.

This is much better than surviving one more second and then dying.

You can't win that. It's impossible to win.

But at this time, you can only win.

Then, never mind.

So, Murphy chose to confront the enemy head-on with his own will.

He bent his arm, poised to deliver a punch, and swung the blade forward.

then.

Unbelievable.

I always find it incredible.

That was impossible, so he chose to meet the attack on Ames and aimed at her neck.

How could I possibly cut her sword when I was like this?

However, a clear track is indeed reflected before our eyes.

The white blade swung down at a rapid speed, cutting through the space.

The white blade approached from above, and the blade with black silk thread met the white blade from the ground, sweeping up the air and roaring.

—This is my family's heirloom. In legend, it's known as a mystery and a miracle.

For some reason, the words of Filia that he had heard before rang in Murphy's mind again.

Then, Murphy couldn't help but begin to doubt her own eyes.

Because the scene that absolutely could not happen appeared before his eyes at this moment.

At the moment when their blades met and collided, the sword in Murphy's hand cut off Ames's two-handed sword with such momentum that she didn't give the other party any resistance.

It's obviously impossible.

It was a hard iron weapon that was originally used to take the lives of others.

However, a two-handed sword like that did not break or bend, but instead broke directly into two pieces.

So, although it was undoubtedly only a moment, Murphy did see the scene happening before his eyes.

That blow, like a soaring blow, cut through the white blade and headed towards the unprotected Ames.

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As if glaring at someone he hated, the vice-captain's eyes, Lizard, as he was called, were bloodshot.

I made up my mind a long time ago that I would never let go of my target if I had the chance.

Every time my jaw hurts, there's anger burning deep inside me.

Every time I speak, there is hatred clenched through my teeth.

All this was because I was hurt by that bastard.

Because of this improper behavior, I put myself in unnecessary humiliation.

But that shame will end here.

The lizard's face twisted into a malicious smile.

Earlier in the corridor, I had overheard a conversation between Captain Ames Castina and the Goddess of War, Filia Reinhardt.

Although I didn't hear too many details, I did hear a little bit.

—An adventurer named Murphy will appear following the attack of the Herald Cultists.

(The previous bounty has ended. I took a look at the 3300 fire tickets + 68 monthly tickets, which is exactly enough for 4 updates. I will start paying them back tomorrow. Then, I'll just leave the bounty as it is. It's not much anyway, so the pressure isn't that great_(:з」∠)_.)

Chapter 64: The Name Carved (End of Volume 3)

Earlier in the corridor, Lizard had overheard a conversation between Captain Ames Castina and the Goddess of War, Filia Reinhardt.

Although he didn't hear too many details, he did hear a little.

—An adventurer named Murphy will appear following the attack of the Herald Cultists.

The moment he heard the news, a convulsive smile appeared on the lizard's face.

Great, the goddess of war gave me a chance for revenge.

Therefore, he confirmed the plan proposed by the young captain Ames, holding his breath on the battlefield, tracking the bastard's figure.

All to wash away one's shame.

Everything is to correct the principles of the world.

The children of rich people will naturally be rich, and the children of poor people will naturally be poor.

Moreover, this power relationship is impossible to reverse.

For a bastard to draw his sword against a superior is simply insulting Heaven.

We cannot allow someone who doesn't care about this to continue living.

Then, the guy really showed up.

Ah, that's really great.

And this feat, which deserves praise, is the feat of bringing down to the ground that young captain, who possessed unparalleled talent and was so proud of it.

—Well done. A very bastard-like way of living. Then, die by my hand. Then I'll be the captain. And you, die like a ditch rat.

A path emerged in the lizard's mind.

Get revenge and achieve glory.

If I were the captain, I would defeat the Herald Cultists even if I was at a disadvantage.

As the excitement fueled it, that unfounded confidence gradually grew.

The opponent is covered in wounds and can hardly move.

Generally speaking, this can be considered a despicable strategy.

But the other party is just a ditch rat.

There is no such thing as a despicable act when it comes to killing a mouse, and no reason is needed.

All that was left was to stick the sword in his neck.

That scene was clearly reflected in his pupils.

However, what the vice-captain, Lizard, as he was called, saw the next moment was not the sword stuck in Murphy's neck.

Pei's attack, which should have been foolproof, was blocked by the black and red sword light.

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A black and red sword light burst out, and the long sword easily broke the saber like a baton playing a melody.

To put it simply, there was really no difficulty at all.

Even though the sword was cut off, Filia's melody did not stop.

Naturally, the sharp edge was pointed at the gangster who attacked Murphy.

It only takes a moment.

Filia's steps were unusually brisk, and the dragon-horned sword in her hand pierced into the pair of pupils as large as reptiles, bringing out the brain matter hidden behind them.

That was a blow destined to be fatal.

Those wide-open eyes moved at the last moment.

The lizard stared at Filia and made a desperate sound.

"Why...you, miss..."

The sound reached Filia's earlobe.

Then, those silver eyes, with a look of contempt, sighed softly.

"For those scum who don't know how to respect war, I send a letter of introduction to the gates of hell."

The thin wrist twisted, and the silver sword stirred the brain.

Well, it's over.

The only ones here now are Filia and another motionless humanoid.

Filia turned around and looked at Murphy, the look in her eyes changed from contempt to excitement.

"What a dangerous place! Well, Murphy, shouldn't you say something to comfort me for my triumphant return?"

Filia avoided the corpse at her feet and slowly moved forward, standing next to Murphy who was struggling to stand.

In order to support the body that could collapse at any time without touching it, the two of them were very close to each other at this moment.