After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

When facing this kind of threat, you have to stand in front of it like in Knight Story and fight it with only a sword.

There's no other way to describe him except as an idiot.

——Gahhhhhh!

The monkey cry was heard again.

Amidst the shouts that could even shatter windows, the surrounding soldiers seemed to have just woken up from a dream and fled in the opposite direction of the demon ape.

In their eyes, the madness of the battlefield has been lost, and they have once again remembered the preciousness of life.

Perhaps this is the most correct choice.

After all, this is no longer a battlefield for soldiers to fight. The demon ape has completely painted this battlefield.

The ruler of the battlefield now is this demon ape.

"—So, that means, as long as we strangle that demon ape, victory will fall into this hand—just wait and see. I said, I will bring victory back."

I don't know who she was talking to, but Filia's lips were whispering happily.

At this moment, even in a place where there was no trace of victory, the option of retreat would never exist in Filia's mind.

The ponytail that was originally tied up high had been untied by the mud fragments flying through the air during the battle just now, and became a long flowing hair.

Even if the blade cannot pierce the skin, even if its existence is an undoubted embodiment of death, it is still not a reason not to face it.

Moreover, Filia was entrusted with a task.

To achieve victory.

This is how Filia responded to Murphy's wish.

Leave it to me, I will definitely win with my sword.

That being the case, we cannot retreat.

You must become the strong person you want to be.

I can't let him regret trusting me.

In the past, Filia was not called a hero simply for her bravery.

That unyielding spirit reminds people of a noble soul as radiant as the sun, a spiritual nature that will trample on even the weaknesses that exist within itself and sever them.

It is this nature that makes Filia Reinhardt a hero.

and--

Filia couldn't help but relax her cheeks.

——Besides, since I'm already standing next to that idiot, it would be inappropriate for me not to be a little stupid.

A silver figure drew a line on the ground accompanied by a roar.

The blade of the dragon horn aimed at the fingertips, feet, and joints, and Filia approached the demon ape with dancing steps.

The sound of friction was heard several times.

Filia felt that the sword given to her by Murphy, her most beloved sword, was making a sound like a dragon's roar.

That could even be called an expression of excitement.

Filia couldn't help but grip the hilt of the sword even tighter.

There must be somewhere.

There must be some weak spot that can kill this monster.

Believing this in her heart, Filia jumped and danced wholeheartedly, scratching the demon ape's body with the long sword in her hand.

The power of the demon ape is indeed strong, but there is no skill in it.

That's natural too.

After all, it only needs to use its body to wave its limbs, and the prey will automatically turn into dust.

In this case, there is no need for any techniques or tactics.

One wrong step, even a momentary misreading of the opponent's movements, and you'd be dead.

This was Filia's intuition.

In short, the instinct that was about to stir had been sending the premonition of death into his brain since a while ago.

So, naturally, Filia felt a sense of despair and helplessness.

I have never experienced this feeling before.

No, not really.

I had experienced this feeling when my father sentenced me to lose my freedom and imprisoned me in the attic.

So, why was it successful at that time?

Fatigue filled Filia's entire body. Her lungs were churning wildly in an attempt to absorb enough air, but this only brought pain to her limbs.

Without even being able to catch her breath, Filia was running on a revolving lantern, chasing the threads of memory.

Chapter 34 His Words

What emerged in the demon ape's heart was undoubtedly a kind of joy.

The power that crawled out from deep within the body seemed endless, and the limbs were filled with energy that almost tore the flesh apart.

An unprecedented feeling of excitement and omnipotence filled my whole body.

The demon ape knew that his body had completely broken out of the monster's frame.

But at the same time, there was a sense of emptiness in my heart.

Because, just by using a tiny amount of force, the prey in front of you will immediately scatter.

Just snap your fingers and blood and flesh will fly everywhere.

Just a gentle tap of the hand will break the bones.

Boring, the prey is too boring.

Therefore, this sense of omnipotence, while making the demon ape feel happy, also caused dissatisfaction in its heart.

But that's okay.

Because the prey in front of them was completely different from the mob just now.

As long as he used his strength, the silver-haired swordsman would dodge, escape to another place, and then resist with his weak strength.

Ah, this is what they call an epiphany.

The so-called hunting is precisely because of resistance that we have the joy of achieving it.

This prey will not fall by using brute force alone, so it is indeed worth hunting.

So, how about some tricks?

The back of the demon ape's hand slammed into the street, and the fragments turned into scattered bullets across the battlefield.

If humans or elves touched the scattered fragments, flesh and blood would fly everywhere.

The silver-haired swordsman naturally met the fragments.

Aiming only at the large pieces of debris, he swung his sword and the space in front of him was immediately cleared.

This force can cut the entire space into pieces, just like breathing.

However, at the moment when the sword was swung, powerful arms took the opportunity to sweep the battlefield.

There was no trace of politeness, and it was undoubtedly a fatal blow.

——clang! clang!

The front end of the demon ape's hand hit something hard.

I get it, that's the feeling of steel touching my skin.

I'm afraid he was trying to counterattack while launching his own attack.

But he was not injured.

The enemy should be well aware that they cannot cause any harm to themselves.

But, I am still struggling, struggling constantly.

It is simply unimaginable how one can deal with the attack from this side with that rapier.

But the reality was that the swordsman in front of him was still standing in front of him, panting.

now it's right.

This is what prey is supposed to be.

Until the moment they die, they will wave their limbs and try to survive.

After repeated attacks and defenses, the violent expression gradually twisted, and the monkey cry from his stomach began to sound.

It symbolizes one's own happiness and also the end of hunting.

It was undoubtedly a fun time.

But now, it's all over.

Human physical strength is not worth mentioning at all.

On the contrary, this person has done a great job.

Until just now, every time I attacked, my attack would be dispelled.

The opponent would try to fight back, and those arms would use all their strength to deal with the attack.

However, its freshness as prey has obviously decreased.

Then, let's finish it with the next blow.

The demon ape's fingertips began to accumulate power, a power that could make the air tremble.

Prey that brings happiness should have corresponding etiquette.

The demon ape, which does not have much intelligence, has this awareness instinctively.

In this way, in order to prevent the prey from suffering too much pain, it is better to gouge out the heart with just one blow.

The demon ape raised its giant arm with unprecedented strength.

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Silver hair, shaking.

The hairpin was broken and her long hair stuck to her cheeks.

Filia shook her silver hair away in frustration and glared at the demon ape with her shining eyes.

Or rather, that's all she can do.

Every part of his body emitted moans that had reached its limit, and it was difficult to fight back.

It was with great difficulty that I managed to pry open the giant wrist and survive.

Force your feet to jump and injure your wrists to fight back.

Now, I can only resort to this boring means of survival.

——Tsk, this is too unbearable, all I have in my heart is dissatisfaction.

However, there is absolutely no path to victory in sight.

Her breathing was disordered, and Filia suppressed her chattering teeth.

Don't lose, don't show that embarrassment.

Now, the only thing that emerged in Filia's heart was that almost stubborn feeling.

Something like tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Not wanting to taste the bitterness of defeat, his pride prevented him from being defeated by the monster.

That reason also exists.

But, apart from this, Filia understood one thing more.