After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Am I weird? It's better to say that all humans in this world are weird.

I think I am very special, that others are abnormal, and I either love someone or hate someone, or I don’t have such feelings at all. I don’t know why I am living, and I just live in a daze day by day.

To Frodo, all this seemed very strange.

But such a strange person would cover up his or her true face with a mask called rationality.

Everyone would have a smile on their face, as if to say that they were sober.

In the process of doing this, some people will gradually become unable to distinguish between rationality and instinct, and even don't know who their true self is. Instead, they will point at others and say: You are so weird, and think that they are the rational one.

So, what exactly does he mean by "reason"?

How ridiculous, isn't it? It's completely hopeless.

Frodo's cheeks twisted.

The tip of the spear passed straight through with the momentum of breaking the wind in order to pierce Frodo's abdomen.

There was no doubt that the blow was delivered by someone who had received training.

Frodo, who was originally just a magician, could not avoid this attack at all.

however.

The terrifying pale green light covering Frodo's body intertwined with the tip of the spear.

In an instant, a loud bang sounded in the silent darkness.

"—I have no intention of capturing you and eating you, nor do I intend to attack you, really. So you can run away. I'm just here, waiting for Murphy to arrive."

Frodo's gorgeous black hair was still swaying in the air.

The servant lay on the floor with his gun raised.

Not only did he fail to stab the magician in front of him, he couldn't even face the enemy head-on, and simply fell to the ground.

And his body was being slowly licked by the light green magic.

And one more thing. Frodo's internal organs told her brain that she had already filled her stomach with magic power, but it was not enough.

This kind of thinking, like the idea of ​​a person who loves money like his life, made Frodo dislike it in every way.

However, this is the only exception.

After all, these magic powers exist for him and to be dedicated to Murphy.

Just thinking about it, Frodo felt that no matter how much she had, it would not be enough.

As if responding to Frodo's voice, her white hair swayed.

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That's close to a monster.

Mordo Gon's pupils flickered calmly as he made this judgment about the existence before him.

The figure I saw was undoubtedly just a young girl, and her appearance was exactly the same as the one I saw in the reception room during the day.

But, no, it was completely different - that was definitely a monster.

Mordo realized that big beads of sweat appeared on his back.

Just now, when the follower who took the lead stabbed Frodo with his spear, Mordo planned to split everything in front of him in half from behind.

Of course, it would be better if the servant's spear was enough to win the battle. Even if that didn't work, I could just chop off the servant's and Frodo's heads together, and that would be the end of it.

However, Mordo's legs were unable to catch up with the Servant. From the beginning to the end, he remained stuck in the corridor, motionless, just standing there.

The moment he wanted to move his legs, a voice came from deep in his throat, saying: If you move forward, you will die.

On the battlefield, Mordo remembered having similar feelings several times when he met people who were called warriors and heroes.

However, even then, the sound was not so clear.

Before he knew it, Mordo felt his breathing quicken, and an expression of unmistakable fear emerged in his mind.

It is impossible for Frodo not know Mordo's state of mind, so she said: I won't chase you, so if you want to escape, just run away.

Hearing these words, Mordo couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief from his chest, and in his mind he cried out in gratitude to God - he was truly saved.

His body relaxed, enjoying the joy of being alive.

It is indeed so, however.

"—Stop messing around, you little brat!"

However, only Mordo's foundation—the deepest part of his spirit—kicked away Frodo's words.

As a lord, all the manners, aristocratic diction and etiquette that he should have displayed were blown away.

The extremely crude words that were often spoken during the mercenary era now resurfaced from his lips.

Even a little brat like you has to have a limit to his messing around.

I am the plunderer, the invader, Moldo Gorn!

Like aristocrats, they take everything from others as if nothing had happened, take for the sake of taking, trample on others with their own feet, take away property, take away life, take away happiness.

All of this was taken away by my own hands and my own will.

This is my life, and in the end, I even took over this city.

Because of this, I will never back down here.

Because in this world, there are only the plundered or the plundered.

If you fall from the status of a plunderer to the status of a plundered person, then everything that belongs to you will be constantly taken away by new plunderers.

So, the thing that absolutely cannot be taken away, the thing that I don’t want to lose at any cost, is right here.

Mordo gripped the axe again, as if to prop up his sagging body, opened his eyes wide, and dug his teeth into his lips.

There was the feeling of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth to his jaw.

Even if I cheered up, I couldn't defeat the eerie green light. The monster in front of me still looked like a monster, but I would not retreat.

Otherwise, a miserable life will be waiting for you, and a life that can only be plundered by others will be waiting for you with its mouth wide open.

So, at the moment when Mordo's trembling legs took a step forward.

——Very good, then, in the name of the One and Only God, I will grant you the name of Guardian Beast.

A solemn bell rang in his ears.

Chapter 63 Beast

There was a sound ringing in his ears, but where did it come from? Mordo Gon didn't know.

It seemed like the sound was coming from far away, but also like it was quietly emerging from deep within the ear.

——keng——long——kengkenglong

That was the solemn sound of the bell.

The sound that made people feel physically and mentally happy came closer and closer, and finally touched Mordo's ears.

In an instant, his flesh exploded, his bones creaked, and his skin screamed.

The flesh, blood, and bones that formed the man of Mordo were constantly flipping and stretching from the soles of his feet to his hair, making strange sounds that humans should not make.

Bones creaked as they folded in impossible directions, skin split open, blood splattering onto the corridor as flesh was forced into impossible contortions.

In an instant, an incredible cry came from Mordo's throat.

It could no longer be called a sound. The strange roars and screams intertwined together could only be called noise.

But for Mordo, it was undoubtedly a cry of pleading, a prayer to God.

What on earth was going on? Something was stirring in this body.

Mordo realized this, however, that was not his will, nor was it what he wanted.

It can even be said that Mordo didn't want to move a finger.

Despite this, his body seemed to be toyed with by some enormous force, stretching his flesh, crushing his bones into foam, and changing the functions of his organs.

Mordo felt the fear of his body being manipulated by a will other than his own.

Before I knew it, I had transformed into something completely different. The feeling was truly terrifying. My flesh exploded, my bones cracked, and my blood turned into droplets that splattered everywhere.

There is no place on my body that can be said to be intact.

But why am I still alive? Why haven't I lost this humble life and am still alive?

Mordo's pleading, or even his inner anticipation of death, were all trampled upon without any impact.

The flesh began to deteriorate, twisting into a certain shape bit by bit. The flesh was kneaded and played with like clay to form a new body.

Finally, when the sound of the flesh decaying finally stopped, the body of the man once named Mordo Gon had lost all traces of it.

It looked like a beast in the shape of a piece of meat. Perhaps its flesh had expanded, the beast's body was much larger than Moldo's. In the wide corridor, its head even touched the ceiling.

On the body was a huge mouth that tore at flesh and blood, with fangs formed by broken bones, and several arms and legs with taut muscles, ready to move.

If it were a human, they would definitely call it a monster, right?

Mordo understood very well that he had become a monster with a horrible body and that his previous body had been taken away.

But for Mordo, while his body completely transformed into that monster, his mind still remained clear, which was more terrifying than anything else.

Now, let me ask again, what is this?

It is a creation that is not forgiven by God, so it is not an existence created by God.

So, what on earth had I become at this moment? I really couldn't figure it out.

The monster transformed by Moore looked at Frodo's black pupils with contempt, and in the depths of those eyes, there was a look of astonishment that almost screamed.

Then, perhaps unexpectedly, Mordo suddenly noticed that Ella, who was standing behind him, moved her lips with a blank expression on her face.

——Very well, then, please use this body to protect the Saint, and spread the glory of God to the earth. Yes, very well. Because of this, I grant you salvation.

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Open the door and step into the lord's mansion.

In the pitch-black night, in the pitch-black night, perhaps because it was closer to the pale green beam of light, even the depths of the courtyard could be seen.

Murphy walked half a step in front of Filia, while pulling up his ears, trying to get rid of the bell-like sound that had not yet left the depths of his ears.

That sound was disgusting, a very, very disgusting sound.

It was like a thorny tongue licking the bone marrow, or a sharp blade forcibly rubbing the deep of the teeth. The sound was so painful that it was beyond words, and it stuck to the ears and refused to come down. No matter what, it was very unpleasant.

"what happened to you?"

Filia made a surprised sound behind her. Murphy looked back slightly, her silver hair swaying at the edge of her vision.

"No, it's nothing serious. It's just a reminder of the old scars in the corner of my mind."

That's true, it's nothing serious. It's just that the voice just now brought back a little bit of the pain that's deeply rooted in my memory.

Just, that's all.

As Murphy was shaking her heels and talking.

—Crack—Boom

The second floor of the mansion collapsed, emitting a sharp shattering sound that spread all around.

The loud noise made the ears numb as if they were spasming.

Murphy's eyes suddenly widened and he subconsciously turned his gaze over there.

The dust was flying and the situation was unclear, but he did see a huge body that did not look like a human being, its shadow emerging from the depths of the smoke.

What is that?

Murphy's lips moved naturally, more in astonishment than shock, with only pure doubt surging from her heart and bubbling out of her throat: What is that?

Monster? No, it's impossible. This is the center of the city. Monsters can't suddenly appear in a place like this.

That's a human? Nonsense, how could it be a human? Humans don't grow multiple pairs of arms, do they?

So, what is it?

The shadow seen in the depths of the smoke reflected in Murphy's pupils, and her fingertips trembled as if in spasm, and her lips became dry.