After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"What do you think it is? Of course, it's impossible for a monster from myth to appear here now."

He glanced at Filia with his peripheral vision while slowly speaking, his trembling hand reaching for the sword at his waist.

Filia must be the same, no, she must be ready for battle much earlier than my slow-witted self.

Thinking of this, the corners of Murphy's mouth curled up slightly.

"No matter what, it's not on our side. If that thing is a friendly force of mankind, then the human world is doomed."

Following Murphy's words, Filia continued speaking in a smooth voice.

Then it is very clear.

Although whether it is an enemy or a friend of mankind may need further discussion.

But there is no doubt that it is definitely an enemy to us.

Because, when the drifting dust settled, the one standing there in confrontation with this brazen meat monster was none other than our friend, Frodo Volgograd.

That posture is so heroic.

Chapter 64 The Reason for Stopping

A monster made of piles of flesh appeared in Frodo's black pupils.

That was already enough to be called a monster... No, it was more like something even more bizarre and incomprehensible than a monster.

It is impossible to imagine that it was made up of just one person, "Moldo Ghosn".

Frodo couldn't help but look up and stare at the face of the meat monster.

There was only a depression, with neither a tongue nor an esophagus leading to the inside.

Because of this, it's hard to call it a mouth, just a cleft in the flesh.

Looking at the monster in front of her, Frodo felt a creepy feeling in her mind.

It was not because of the brazenness of the piece of meat blocking his way, nor was it because this piece of meat that looked like a monster had clear hostility towards this side.

However, whenever she thought of the existence that created this monster, Frodo would tremble all over and could hardly stop.

It is impossible for human beings to become like this naturally.

No matter what the reasoning behind it, no one could do such a disgusting thing.

In other words.

Whatever formed this lump of flesh existed in this world.

Moreover, He undoubtedly has no interest in life and does not even recognize the dignity of life.

No matter what kind of life he faced, He could easily shape it with his fingers like a child playing with mud and clay.

The presence of the monster in front of her made it easy for Frodo to imagine that scene, and she tried her best to suppress the scream in her throat.

Slowly, at a rather slow pace, the monster raised its arms.

The thick arms with taut muscles were a dark blood color.

Frodo felt her eyebrows almost twitching and immediately took a step back.

It wasn't because she felt any particular threat, but the moment the piece of meat approached, her body produced the human instinctive fear.

Her expression was tense, and the moment she swung her arm down, Frodo closed her eyes.

——Boom, boom!

At that moment, a deafening roar resounded all around.

The sound itself turned into a shock wave, approaching Frodo's body.

Unable to even stand steadily, Frodo swayed her body and opened her eyes unconsciously.

What came into view were broken walls and corridors.

The tragic scene before him made one wonder if some large monster had devoured the place with all its might.

This won't do. Frodo declared this in her heart at the scene before her.

As expected, the monster was no longer something that humans could imagine. It survived in a twisted state, and it could be said to be beyond common sense.

This thought naturally came to Frodo's mind, and the voice of this thought became louder and louder, quickly occupying her entire brain.

There is no doubt that this is not something humans should face, so should we escape as quickly as possible?

Frodo couldn't figure out the answer to this question anyway, but an idea began to form in her mind.

Of course, if it were the original situation, she would definitely run away. Frodo, who is devoted to wisdom, never intends to fight with an existence beyond the framework of knowledge.

Because that is meaningless, and it is too reckless to fight without any countermeasures and without knowing the opponent's strengths.

So, definitely, running away is the right thing to do.

No, if you're facing a monster like this, even running away doesn't apply.

The fear felt from that body was like facing the disaster itself. No one would call avoiding a disaster "running away."

However, Frodo forced her trembling knees to stand up.

She clenched her teeth, her dark eyes fixed on the flesh monster in front of her, her tangled black hair swaying in the darkness.

——But Murphy will definitely come here. And after seeing this monster, will he really run away honestly?

The answer is obvious.

In order to stop her legs from curling up and shaking, trying to jump back, Frodo kicked the floor hard.

For a moment, her feet even felt numb from the pain, and Frodo slowly exhaled from deep in her chest.

"You need to be resolute, but also natural, right? I feel like I've learned a little bit, yes..."

The teachings of the Volgograd family, which I had not thought about since holding Murphy's hand in Crossmalia, suddenly came to my mind.

Frodo's cheeks shook slightly, and she felt an expanding magical power wriggling in the bottom of her stomach.

However, Frodo could neither make this magic work as she wished, nor use it as a medium for magic.

So now all she can do is to pour out the magic power accumulated in the city of Belphein to the world by sacrificing her own body.

Using it as material to deal with the monster in front of him would be extremely inappropriate in any case, and his own talent is certainly not worthy of trust.

however.

The monster's arm was slowly raised again. The arm with taut muscles looked ferocious and fierce in every way, making people feel sick.

There is no doubt that if its fingers brush across the body, its arm will be separated from the body. If it is not handled properly, even the internal organs will escape from the body.

No, it’s too scary to face such a monster. I really want to escape right now.

Ah, but after I escape, seeing Murphy fighting this monster will be even more disgusting and terrifying.

In the darkness, the blazing light danced in Frodo's hand.

The monster's movements are so slow that it gives it plenty of time to refine its magic power.

Of course, whether or not one could survive such a place of death was another matter entirely.

The ideal situation would undoubtedly be to jump back while buying time to stuff the magic into that head.

But how could such a thing be done so easily?

Of course, if I retreat even once, I will never be able to face this monster again.

He was not a brave man, much less a hero, who could do something so exquisite with this monster.

Thinking of this, Frodo couldn't help but grit her teeth. Despite this, she still tried her best to offer her magical chant to the world.

The flames on the palms danced and shone.

There is no doubt that this monster is made of human flesh.

Because of this, it cannot escape the fate of being burned.

The flames would ignite in human hair, and the fat spreading throughout the body was the perfect fuel.

Well, to wipe out such a terrifying existence, fire is the most suitable thing.

"—O red snake of disorder, fangs have sprouted since the moment you were born. Pierce the sky!"

The flames devoured Frodo's magic power, and her body continued to grow larger and larger, then she leaped out and galloped in the air.

In an instant, the vermilion light shone brightly.

Even the surrounding air was sucked into its stomach, and the explosive flames wrapped around the monster's wrist like a fierce snake.

This should be the end of it. If it were a normal Warcraft, it would be more than enough.

The magic power extracted by Frodo is so strong that it is enough to give her the confidence to say such words.

However, Frodo's instincts kept screaming, and she was shouting deep down in her heart: Turn around and run away, but this would not kill that thing.

The red snake wrapped around the arm opened its mouth wide and swallowed the meat monster.

The black pupils stared at the scene as if praying for something.

Chapter 65 She Who Prayed

The scarlet serpent dispelled the darkness and thrust its flaming fangs at the monster.

The monster's skin, made of chunks of flesh, was burned without any resistance.

Frodo smelled the unique scent of flames devouring a human body, and she turned away in a bad mood.

Please just burn up like this. It would be great if the heat could penetrate deep into the flesh and turn this monster into charcoal.

Yes, please, don't let me see that look again. Just that horrifying figure makes people feel like the world is about to end.

That is close to praying. It doesn't matter whether you pray to God or to the devil, as long as it can be realized.

Anyone would do the same.

Frodo's fingertips trembled slightly, as if trying to suppress her fear. Her canine teeth pierced her lips, and her legs were unable to move as if bound by chains of fear.

The walls covering the corridor were now completely broken down, and the wind lashed her cheeks.

—Ohhhh—Ohhhhh!

A sound suddenly rang out from the piece of flesh engulfed in flames, a sound as if expressing despair at the fact that it was being burned.

No, that's not right. It was definitely not a sound, nor was it a scream of pain or struggle caused by the flames.

Because the monster has no throat, it is impossible for it to have vocal cords or anything.

The monster, made of piles of flesh, was constructed like a clay artifact and lacked any normal functions of a living being.

Therefore, it was definitely not a sound, but a collection of noises inside the body, such as the groaning of flesh, bones, and blood.

It was as if he was forcibly imitating the posture of a living creature, and his existence could no longer be simply expressed with words like "brazen".

Hearing the scream-like sound, Frodo's heart beat faster, blood rushed throughout her body, and the disgusting feeling crawling on her skin made her breathing quicken.

At the same time, the voice in Frodo's heart was also getting louder and louder.

——Burn, just burn out. If you want to imitate a living creature, that’s all you want. Then I ask you to be like a living creature, be entangled in flames and die like that. Then, everything will be over, everything.

In front of Frodo's scorching gaze, the raised arm of the mass of flesh wrapped in flames was whizzing towards her at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant, the space made a cracking sound.

There was no doubt that the target of that arm was herself, and this intuition arose in Frodo's brain.

No, even the fire snakes, even the burning that wrapped around its body, could not cut off the monster's breathing.

No, it can't even slow it down a little.

Frodo's brain desperately issued orders: Run away, turn around and leave here quickly.

However, although the trembling legs were still barely able to stand in the corridor, it was impossible for their owner to escape quickly.

No matter what, Frodo is just a girl who can use magic. She does not have the courage to take a step forward in the face of overwhelming violence, nor does she have the courage to face it.

After all, she's just a girl.

Therefore, when she encountered difficulties that almost made her cry, she could only pray as she had in the past.

That was undoubtedly the essence of the former Frodo Volgograd.

The sturdy arms were wrapped in flames, closing the distance between them and Frodo.