After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

In just a few blinks of an eye, Frodo's body would be destroyed and become part of the meat.

There is no doubt that it is the future that is certain.

Despite this, the black eyes staring at the piece of meat now shone with a small light in their depths.

She exhaled slightly, and magic power roared, drawing a vortex in Frodo's palm.

Now I don't have the leisurely mood that I had when I was a red snake, nor do I have the calm mind to chant a long song. What I can do is very limited.

Therefore, Frodo simply focused her consciousness on the gathering of magical power.

I will definitely die. After being hit by this arm, no, by this piece of flesh, there is no way a human can be safe and sound. Frodo understood the current situation very well.

So, because of this, I don't want to expose the fact that I can do nothing at this last moment and can only pray helplessly and die without doing anything.

There were faint tears in Frodo's pupils. She closed her lips desperately, trying to force the raging sobs inside.

Yes, isn't this exactly what I'm denying? I've just stepped out of the world where I can only pray to God for happiness.

The words of prayer have no meaning, and Frodo has understood this since she was a child.

I don’t know how many times I prayed in the daily life of being insulted, and I don’t know how many times I made wishes in the humiliation that made me want to vomit.

And then, has it ever been realized, even once?

Despite this, the weak self still kept praying as if he was dependent on others, as if as long as he did such things, he would be saved one day.

How stupid! There should be a limit to stupidity.

A world where prayer is everything, a world where human effort is not recognized.

Frodo could not accept and would never allow a world that not only could not tolerate but also kept denying him, who was covered in blood but kept reaching out his hand.

Well, I too, let’s put an end to the praying and just give it a try to see how far I can go in the end.

Even though this was the last moment when the light of life was extinguished, just thinking of this made Frodo feel a little happy, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly unconsciously.

The pale green light at the fingertips continued to grow stronger, shining like an arm trying to stop the piece of meat.

That was just a block of pure magic power. Although Frodo couldn't handle the huge amount of magic power pouring into her body, she could still do it by simply changing the direction of spitting out the magic power.

Ordinary people could not bear it. The flesh would be blown into pieces as soon as it came into contact with it, and the magic power devoured the flesh.

The magical green light flickers in the darkness.

After a few seconds, Frodo exhaled her last breath from her lips.

——No, huh? Ah, of course.

The torrent of magic that Frodo exhaled in the form of a vortex only slightly pushed back the flesh monster's wrist.

However, that was all. The disgusting monster's body remained intact and it hissed again.

As for me, I didn't even have the energy to run away, let alone a strategy to fight back.

So that's how it is. Everything was in vain. I thought I was doing this for Murphy, but in the end, it only shortened my own life.

But, no matter what, it does have its own unique way of existence.

Thinking of this, Frodo couldn't help but laugh at herself.

But it's better than doing nothing, alright, Murphy would definitely say the same thing. Frodo narrowed her eyes and thought so.

The monster, whose momentum was strangled, tensed its muscles again and raised its arms high, approaching Frodo's body.

But the black hair had already taken a step ahead and began to sway in the wind created by the arm.

——Dance! Frodo, it's no big deal, you don't even need to take a breath.

Incredible, incredible.

Frodo's originally motionless legs subconsciously kicked towards the floor the moment she heard these words.

Chapter 66 The One Holding Hands

The impact landed with a little weight in Murphy's arms.

Suddenly, his body, which was about to break, groaned as if it could not withstand the impact.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a pain in his shoulder and left arm that felt like it was tearing his body apart. It was as if he was expressing his dissatisfaction in this way and calling on his master Murphy to take better care of him.

Really, this body doesn't even listen to its master now. Anyway, except when necessary, wouldn't it be better to get rid of all the pain and suffering?

Murphy blinked as this thought came to her mind.

Before his eyes, his black hair spread out like wings and swayed, and it felt like it was melting into the night.

The next moment, with a "grunt" sound, Murphy exhaled from her lungs.

Fortunately, I finally caught up.

"You seem to have lost a little weight, Frodo. And you even have dark circles under your eyes. You need to learn to rest more. Isn't it said that sleep can help the soul rest well?"

As the words said, Murphy opened her lips towards the magician, Frodo Volgograd, who fell into her arms as if from the sky.

Even Murphy herself knew that the tone of her voice was quite flat.

Even he couldn't help but worry about Frodo's current condition when he saw the terrifying column of magic light.

Thinking of this, Murphy's cheeks couldn't help but relax.

On the other hand, Frodo's expression seemed particularly stiff.

Her lips trembled quietly. Although she opened and closed several times as if she wanted to speak, she finally closed silently and no sound came out of her mouth.

That expression, as if she was having trouble choosing the right words, became unsure of what to say. This was rare for Frodo, and this attitude was not suitable for her at all.

That expression was as if he was having trouble choosing the right words and didn't know how to say it.

This was a rare expression for Frodo. In any case, this posture was not suitable for her.

Just as Murphy was looking at Frodo and was about to ask what was going on, a voice sounded in the space.

"—Of course. If no one wakes me up, I'm afraid I'll sleep in, so I don't dare to sleep in."

Are you imitating me? Murphy almost choked out loud.

Facing his teasing words, Frodo responded with quite calm words.

However, speaking like that while shaking his shoulders and panting seemed completely unconvincing.

Of course, Frodo herself must understand this.

Despite this, she forced her lips up into a smile.

Murphy noticed that the black pupils were slightly moist.

Oh, there's really nothing I can do about this magician. Well, I have no right to criticize others.

Thinking of this, Murphy continued to observe Frodo.

Maybe it was because she jumped from the second floor, but Frodo's legs were still shaking like cramps. Although she was trying to force a smile on her face, it still seemed a little forced.

As if looking for the reason, Murphy narrowed his eyes and shifted his gaze upwards towards the lord's mansion.

"Get ready, Murphy. The fun is over. Um, it's coming. What should I call it... Well, don't hesitate."

Filia raised her dragon-horn sword and took a step forward in the darkness.

There was no doubt that thing was in front of the sights of Murphy, Frodo, and Filia.

It was a mass of flesh in the shape of a wild beast, with arms and legs stuffed with flesh, making it look particularly ferocious and out of shape.

The piece of meat was wrapped in flames all over, and it looked down from the second floor of the museum without moving.

The walls on the second floor have now been completely broken down, making it a great place to enjoy the scenery.

However, although the monster seemed to be observing this side very carefully, it actually saw nothing.

Anyway, there weren't even any eyeballs on the face-like part; all that could be seen were large amounts of blood and horrible amounts of flesh and fat.

Therefore, it is just an action like observation, which actually has no meaning. It is just an act of asserting that it is a life.

Murphy couldn't help but get goose bumps all over her body. The overly strange posture made people feel physically disgusted.

The deepest part of my brain felt numb as if it were a spasm. In short, it felt like someone was scratching the unpleasant part of my memory.

Murphy slowly lowered Frodo to the ground and let her sit there.

Her feet were still shaking, and it must be difficult for her to even walk.

Oh, damn it, the ideal situation would be to grab Frodo's hand and leave this city as soon as possible.

However, will that creepy hunk of meat really allow us to escape safely?

Maybe that thing is a good person at heart, and will watch us leave with a happy smile on its face?

Of course, that's assuming you don't feel the hostility being released towards you like a heavy pressure from that tense piece of flesh.

No, if I expose my back like this and hold Frodo in my arms, it will devour me in one breath, tear me into pieces, and turn them into part of its body.

Too bad, if I'm going to die like that, wouldn't it be better to die in a gutter somewhere? Becoming part of that weird hunk of flesh or something...

In short, if you don't want to end up like that, you have no choice but to swing your sword and kill that guy first.

How perfect and wonderful, isn't it?

"Frodo, what on earth is that? It can't have fallen from the sky."

To protect Frodo, Mephi took a step forward, raised the sword in front of him, and took a stance.

"...Moldo. Moldo Gorn. It's not entirely accurate, but it's the closest thing. At least, he was the prototype of that thing."

Mordo, Mordo Gorn the Plunderer.

Although he was born as a mercenary, he seized the throne of Lord Belphein and is undoubtedly a successful person.

Frodo said that he was the origin of that mass of flesh.

So that's how it is. Murphy nodded and didn't delve into it any further, but just kept those words in her heart.

Whether it was doubt or suspicion, it was undoubtedly born in his heart.

But even so, there is no time to explore those things now.

Filia also nodded silently, holding the sword as she did so, showing the momentum of chopping off the piece of meat as soon as it dared to show its neck.

—Uh—oh

Was that a wail? Or was it just the sound of flesh twisting? Either way, it was unpleasant, the harsh sound echoing in my ears again, and the flesh-like beast swayed slowly.

The next moment, Murphy couldn't help but hold his breath.

The flames sent out sparks that raced through the night.

As if it were a matter of course, the beast leaped into the air.

Chapter 67 Marionette

The beast leaped into the silent night sky with an effortless, almost natural movement.

The flames wrapped around her skin emitted sparks, drawing vermilion trails in the sky.

In fact, it was very similar to the way a bird of prey like an eagle would pounce on its prey from the air - it would quickly approach the prey and take its life.

The ferocious beast seemed to be in such a posture now, rushing straight towards Murphy, with its big open mouth as if saying that it wanted to swallow them directly.

Looking at the approaching piece of meat, Murphy blinked and let out a breath.

Filia should be fine, she's not the type to get anxious about something just falling towards her.

She should be able to dodge it easily, or even counterattack. That would be very easy for her.

Then, the only problem was Frodo, who was struggling behind him.

For her now, there was no way to avoid the impact of falling. Her limbs probably had not stopped cramping until now. Moreover, judging from her sitting position, it was difficult for her to move quickly.

A direct hit would have scattered her slender body like a leaf and shattered it.

Admittedly, it is almost impossible to avoid it, and it is unrealistic to withstand the impact. At best, using magic to deal with it is a blessing.

Then, there is only one measure that can be taken.

In a few blinks of an eye, that thing would be here, that terrifying, fierce beast, a piece of flesh imitating the form of a living thing.

Murphy exhaled deeply from her lungs, leaving nothing in her organs, and then held her breath.

The sword in his hand gleamed in the moonlight.