After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Now, a trajectory appeared in the depths of Murphy's pupils, which was the trajectory to meet the monster and to deflect it.

However, that was a sword technique that Murphy did not know, and he did not even know the movements of the body.

He had never personally experienced or learned that kind of movement and use of his body, but incredibly, that posture was wonderfully displayed in his eyes.

——What? It’s no big deal. Of course you can do it. If you can’t, let me tell you.

Baojian had such an idea in his mind.

As if responding to the sword, Murphy forced his broken body to move, reaching out to the ideal movement he saw.

The muscles deep inside the body groaned and the bones rubbed violently.

But it's not enough, even so it's still not enough.

This body has reached its limit, to the point where no matter how hard it is driven, it can only roar, but it is still far from the ideal state.

Move, move faster, move. If it's not enough, then sacrifice this body. It's just to let the god of death caress your cheek.

It's nothing, just something of that level, not even hard work.

The sword whistled, and the fingertips made some strange noise, emitting black lightning, and struck the beast that fell from the sky to the ground.

That blow had such a brilliant momentum that it seemed as if it could directly smash the skull of the beast.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed at the end of Murphy's sight, and his cheeks couldn't help but relax.

From the ankles to the knees, waist, shoulders, elbows to the wrists, they are all passed through by a strong line, giving a comfortable feeling as if all the gears are meshing with each other correctly.

At the same time, a voice sounded in Murphy's mind.

—Shoot it down, Master. It's as easy as breaking a bird's wing. I'll teach you how. For you, Master, it's as simple as a yawn.

The moment I heard that sound, the piece of flesh that was approaching me shattered.

Flesh and fat flew everywhere, and blood foam dyed the ground red.

The beast that rushed over from above had its head... no, perhaps the part imitating the head had been completely shattered.

The beast lay on the ground as if it had been shot down, constantly spilling flesh and blood around it.

Murphy felt something warm crawling on her cheek, and before she knew it, her nose made a sound.

When he breathed air back into his lungs, he felt the unpleasant sweat licking his back.

Murphy's whole body made a creaking sound, as if shouting "I can't move anymore".

His shoulders, arms, and other parts of his body were bleeding.

But it's okay, no problem at all, as long as you can still move.

The next moment, in front of Murphy's sight, a thin red line appeared, overlapping with the black lightning.

"Hey, Filia, don't we get along very well?"

The thin red line came from Filia's beloved sword.

The tip of the Dragon Horn Sword, like Murphy's sword, crushed the beast's head.

Watching the effectiveness of this attack, Murphy couldn't help but lower his eyes.

He didn't know to what extent he could curb the beast's momentum by himself.

But he knew very well that if he made any mistake, he and Frodo behind him would definitely die.

Despite this, he swung his sword with all his might.

That was because he firmly believed that if Filia was by his side, there would be no problem.

Filia's silver hair swayed slightly in the night. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said:

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just that you haven't tried to cooperate so far. I am very cooperative."

While speaking such sharp words, his silver eyes flashed, making him look like a stern knight.

Just as Murphy was thinking of a way to respond to this sentence, his pupils twitched and he felt an inexplicable pain in his molars, as if the pain went straight to his nerves.

—Oh oh, oh oh — uh uh uh oh!

The beast roared.

The voice seemed to be sighing, and also seemed to be resentful about something.

The sound that Murphy was forced to capture came from the piece of meat. Just like that, its limbs supported its body and stood on the ground.

Come to think of it, after all, it's not a living thing, it's just a piece of meat.

It didn't matter if its head was smashed to pieces or its entrails were brutally ripped out, as long as its body could move, the thing would keep going, like a marionette on a string.

After all, this thing just exists like this.

Moreover, the opponent who makes this thing should not be within the scope of my responsibility.

The thought of this made Murphy's pain deep in his skull worse.

He couldn't help but grin his dry lips and squint his eyes.

His body's reactions had become sluggish, and his hands holding the sword were almost numb.

After roughly feeling the condition of his body, Murphy turned his gaze to the magic pillar in the lord's mansion and spoke to Frodo behind him.

"Frodo, that pale green pillar is not really the work of God, but your prank, right?"

Prank? Frodo seemed a little hesitant, but still replied frankly in the affirmative. Murphy nodded slightly after receiving the answer.

I see. It seems my predictions are likely to come true with a good probability. That's great.

However, it was impossible to predict what Frodo intended to do with that magic power, and it was completely incomprehensible how she made that magic pillar appear.

After all, magic, magical powers and the like have nothing to do with me.

So, let's leave all the messy things about magic to Frodo.

What? Afraid of trouble? That's called trust, isn't it?

Thinking of this, Murphy called out Frodo and moved her lips.

"From now on, I'm going to distort the world again. Oh... Actually, all I have to do is slightly change the direction of the water flow. It's easy."

Chapter 68 She is helpless (2500)

That flash of light could be called beautiful—Filia's sword pierced the beast's body, gouging out its flesh.

The red line drew a circle in the night, splashing blood foam.

The courtyard of the lord's mansion, which had once been well-renovated, was now covered in blood and flesh, and the air was filled with a foul odor like decaying organisms.

Whenever its body was cut open and a large amount of blood spilled, the beast would always make a sound imitating a scream.

Then, in order to destroy anything that was hostile to it, it waved its arms countless times.

It was undoubtedly an attack so powerful that it could affect space itself.

——However, all of this was shot down by the dragon horn sword.

Filia let out a long breath from her lungs and blinked her long eyelashes.

Indeed, every blow from the beast could pose a great threat, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the embodiment of death.

If the sword's tense arm was hit directly, it would probably be shattered to pieces. If the tip of the sword was slightly off, it would not be able to withstand the powerful attack.

Under that majestic appearance, I could feel cold sweat caressing my back.

Beyond that, there was something undeniably abnormal about the beast.

Just one look at the scar he had just made would reveal that the flesh beneath the wound was swelling with incredible force, blocking the wound in the blink of an eye and suppressing the gushing of blood foam. It looked as if the body's self-healing function had been forcibly accelerated.

The same thing happened to the face that was gouged out with Murphy just now, with the flesh constantly bulging.

Filia couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and sighed deeply in her heart once again.

The slash clearly cut through the enemy's flesh, but what was the point? The wound would heal from within anyway.

When she thought of this, Filia felt as if her spirit was slowly being restrained.

Trouble. This is incredibly troublesome. Perhaps the undead giants in mythology refer to something like this? Filia thought, her silver hair fluttering.

However, no matter how tough this beast is, even if it is immortal, if it can be a reason for me to retreat, that is another matter.

Moreover, this feeling has happened more than once or twice.

Come to think of it, this body has already fought against creatures much larger than itself many times.

The Thousand-legged Lord of Elizard and the Demon Ape of Gasalia have been shocked countless times in their hearts, but have their knees ever bent once?

The arrogance and self-confidence that came from surpassing their majesty now existed in Filia's heart and became its huge pillar.

As long as you can cross it once, it will be easy to cross it again, the long sword said.

In fact, the beast's attack never touched Filia's cheek, nor could it force her to move back. Instead, it was Filia who controlled the situation.

And, and that is... that, there are other reasons why we cannot retreat.

Murphy's words echoed deep in Filia's ears.

——It's a bad thing to say, but I'll leave it to the front for now. Since that thing is pretending to be a mythical creature, I should prepare a decent death for it.

Looking at the piece of flesh that was healing in front of him, Murphy said this and entrusted this place to Filia.

Looking at the way he was talking to the magician, no, to Frodo, Filia could imagine what kind of "prank" he was planning.

What he meant was - I hope I can buy enough time for that "prank" to come to fruition, right?

Barely resisting the urge to curl up the corners of her mouth, Filia took a step forward.

The arm of flesh brought a violent impact, brushing against her cheek.

Perhaps someone would lose their strength just from the pressure of the wind? However, before that happened, she took another step forward.

Filia discovered that deep in her chest, her heart was beating at an unprecedented speed, and her blood was flowing rapidly throughout her body with a wonderful feeling.

Murphy has now disappeared from his side.

However, if we were to adopt a strategy to defeat this beast, we would have to watch the attack and defense here from somewhere in order to find an opening.

Yes, I must be watching.

Ah, I can’t bear it anymore, because that guy named Murphy always takes his eyes off my fight.

When fighting the giant snake, he approached the fighter as if he had no interest at all. The same thing happened with the demon ape. He disappeared before the end.

Well, ahhh, seriously, it caused such huge fluctuations in my emotions... Do you know that?

Thinking of this, Filia's pupils couldn't help but sparkle, and her breath became hotter and hotter.

The hand holding the sword was filled with strength, and although there was corresponding fatigue, he didn't care at all.

There is only one emotion that continues to expand in the heart.

That guy, Murphy is watching.

In this case, I must not show any ugliness. This emotion is stronger than anything else right now.

There was nothing I could do. I felt helpless about being a poor woman.

Ugly emotion - vanity is a boring thing, I know it better than anyone else, ah, I know it clearly.

But, but... at this moment, even if I tell myself not to get excited anymore, even if my cheeks start to relax, there will definitely be a stronger force running through my back than usual. There really is nothing I can do about it.

This is fine, after all, there has never been such an opportunity.

If you are doing something for the first time, it is natural to feel excited and put in some effort.

Moreover, this is also necessary.

Since we are companions, of course we should understand the power that each other holds.

Yes, that's natural, and that's what should be done.

——So, even if it’s just a little bit, I want to show him my strengths... There’s nothing I can do about it, right?

Silver light shines in the beast's arms.

Twisting her ankle, she slashed from the beast's shoulder to its chest, and Filia's dragon-horn longsword crawled through the flesh.

There was almost no sound.

As if drawing a straight line, the sword pierced through the beast's body.