After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

I'm afraid even the beast itself couldn't understand what had happened.

After a few seconds, as if a split had occurred, the beast's skin and flesh separated.

The meat slowly opened its "mouth" and sprayed out the fat and blood accumulated inside.

Blood splattered from his body, as if he was extremely happy to be able to fly into the air.

If it was just a monster or some other creature, it would definitely be a fatal wound, a life-threatening blow.

However, if it were this beast, it probably would not die from this.

If it was so easy to die here, that guy wouldn't have plotted anything.

In that case, it is necessary to attract some more attention.

Filia's eyebrows suddenly rose, and she felt very incredible about the thoughts that now emerged in her mind.

Of course, Murphy would make miscalculations and miscalculations. Well...it would be more accurate to say that those were far more common.

So why should I listen to him?

Her silver hair fluttered, and the corners of her mouth twitched slowly. Deep in Filia's heart, she couldn't help but let out a huge sigh.

What? In the end, he is not the only one who has no solution at all. I am the same. It is really helpless.

The beast of flesh made distorted sounds in a certain rhythm, which sounded like the wails of a dying person.

Even so, his body continues to regenerate.

Flesh continued to bulge inside the wound, as if forcibly lifting the beast onto the stage, repairing the flesh again and again, forcing it to fight.

Filia took another step forward, and she was already within the perfect distance from the monster.

At this point, we've reached a point where we can do nothing but draw our swords, so... yes, this is one way to demonstrate my abilities.

Thinking of this, Filia blinked slightly, took a deep breath, then twisted her body and stabbed the beast's throat with her sword. It was undoubtedly a stab with all her strength.

I don't think that's the critical part of its body, nor do I think it would kill it.

However, since this piece of meat has a penchant for mimicking living things, stimulating the throat should create some space in it.

—Well, let me see what you're going to do. You've won against me, haven't you? Then you're no longer just a pebble.

Chapter 69: Infused Magic

My fingertips trembled slightly when they touched the ground, and the air that hit my cheeks was extremely cold.

His lungs were still beating wildly inside him, and his throat just kept sending air to his lips. It was impossible to say that he had regained his usual composure.

Frodo's black hair seemed to be trembling and flying in the air.

This is normal.

After all, the immense magical power drawn from the earth still continues to pour out into the world through this body as a channel.

Even if he tried to calm down, when magic and blood mixed together, his emotions would inevitably rise.

In this way, after a period of time, the body will gradually become exhausted - yes, of course, although it is just a channel, the body still contains magical power that should not exist.

Just by doing this, the body will be robbed of vitality and the soul will be worn out in an instant.

In this situation, no one can remain calm. It doesn't matter whether they are in high spirits or in despair. Anyway, the manifestation of a certain spirit will continue to expand no matter what.

Frodo took two deep breaths, sucking the cold air into her lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

But even so, I have to stay calm now, just for a moment. I have to recover the spirit that is strong enough to cast magic from this body.

Frodo couldn't help but bite her lip with her teeth, thoughts swirling in her mind.

Why does Murphy always have such crazy ideas? Frodo muttered to herself in her heart.

——In order to kill that monster for sure, I want to use my magic power to blow its belly apart.

Murphy continued as if nothing had happened: It's very simple, just like changing the direction of water flow, just change the destination and end point of the magic to it.

When she heard this, Frodo's eyebrows couldn't help but rise sharply, and she felt speechless.

After a while, after carefully choosing her words, Frodo told Murphy in an emotional tone that this was too outrageous, and then whispered an apology.

Indeed, in a sense, magic is like fine wine. In moderation, it can make people feel very comfortable and also give them the power to break through their own limits.

But once the amount exceeds the limit, the magic power will show its fangs to humans in an instant and cause backlash.

Of course, there are indeed differences between different individuals to a certain extent, but as long as magic power is injected beyond the critical value, the magic power will directly become poison and devour the human from the inside.

The symptoms begin with the body being gradually eroded, physical strength declining, and sleep time naturally becoming longer.

Once physical strength is deprived to the limit, its fangs will corrode the soul and make people haggard. At that time, people will no longer be able to sleep.

Finally, the original magic power in the body will cause poisoning symptoms, the heart will stop beating, and the person will die quietly.

It is said that if the body of a patient with this disease is dissected, it will be found that every corner of the patient's blood vessels and even internal organs have turned black as if they were charred.

This kind of disease is generally known as adventurer's disease or demonic disease.

Adventurers who come into frequent contact with monsters or beasts with magical powers, especially those who enjoy eating monster flesh, often exhibit this symptom, hence the name.

However, an effective treatment for this adventurer's disease and demonic disease has not yet been established.

Frodo took another deep breath and gently touched the ground with her hands.

Perhaps Murphy knew about this, so she made such a plan, Frodo thought.

Although the piece of flesh now has a monster-like appearance, its origin is Mordo Gon, so it must be just human flesh.

Is that why they thought of stopping that body by injecting more magic power than it can hold... just like the acute poisoning symptoms that might result from excessive drinking?

Indeed, it makes sense, and theoretically, it is feasible.

But whether it can be achieved is another matter, because it is really too far-fetched.

Magic, because it is bound by techniques and laws, can manifest itself in the world in a certain form.

If it were simply to flow into the world as magic power, it would quickly become thinner in the world and become the same as air.

Therefore, if you want to inject magic power into someone, you can only do so by directly touching the body and transferring it bit by bit, or by signing a special contract - a contract that connects souls.

As for those pieces of meat that are out of specification, or even can be said to be from monsters, it is impossible to even get close to them, let alone keep in touch for a long time.

Furthermore, signing a contract is even more impossible than that. If one signs a contract with a being with a twisted soul, one's soul will be torn into pieces.

Therefore, the plan of injecting magic power into the monster's body and defeating it is impossible.

That's right, Frodo has already told Murphy.

Yes, I have already said it, but, that person, is really...

Thinking of this, Frodo pursed her lips tightly.

After a while, the breath that had been leaking out continuously since a while ago slowly stopped. The breath gradually became thinner and would probably disappear sooner or later.

At the same time, the black pupils that should have been shaking suddenly shrank and gradually stopped moving.

The sounds of Filia's fighting that were heard repeatedly around her also disappeared from Frodo's ears.

——Even so, that is the best strategy. If any other strategy is adopted, people will die.

Murphy, that's what you said, so do your best to make it happen.

To do so, one needs to precisely adjust the magic power and make careful calculations. No negligence is allowed and hesitation must be discarded.

After all, the target of the magic power that was about to overflow from his body like a torrent was not the monster.

It must not be harmed, it must not be destroyed, and for this, it must be deduced as carefully as threading the hole of a needle.

To do this, breathing becomes an obstacle.

The frantic twitching of the lungs and even the throbbing of the heart can be stopped.

Frodo's movements became more and more unnatural.

The black pupils lost their focus, their vision was gone, their ears lost their hearing, and their nostrils no longer transmitted scents.

Let unnecessary things disappear, erase them, and just like that, put all your energy into the things that are really needed.

Frodo slowly and carefully unwound the thread of magic, aiming at the oath connected to her soul, and even her thoughts were interrupted.

Finally, when all of Frodo's thoughts disappeared, a sentence suddenly popped up in her mind.

——If this is Murphy's wish, then there's nothing we can do about it. It's a bit of a shame, though, really.

Not only Murphy and Filia, but even Frodo herself might not have understood the intention of these words.

It was almost an unconscious mumbling, and all of Frodo's thoughts were buried by this unforgivable atrocity.

Chapter 70: The Saint's Appearance and Oracle

The fierce attack and defense between Filia and the meat monster broke the silence of the night sky.

On the second floor of the lord's mansion, right in the corridor that the monster had completely destroyed, Murphy looked down at the scene of the two fighting with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Thanks to the fact that most of the walls were destroyed, the view was good.

Whenever the cold wind blew across her cheeks, Murphy felt a chill all over her body.

His knees occasionally gave way, causing him to stagger.

Although the brain has been giving orders to the legs to hold on for a while longer, it seems that the current situation is not going to go smoothly.

Now Murphy is not only unable to walk all the time, even standing has become a problem.

But even so, in order to get here, I still had to stagger up the stairs.

It's really an ugly thing, but it's quite in line with my style.

Thinking of this, Murphy couldn't help but clear his throat and raised his eyebrows.

Although I don't seek elegance, I at least want to appear a little beautiful. Unfortunately, God will never allow me to do so.

After all, in order to cut that monster - that piece of meat, you have to stretch your feet into such a place. It is indeed not beautiful or glorious.

The so-called glorious way of fighting is to tell each other your names face to face, and then fight the enemy to the death in a dignified manner. Only then can it be called glorious.

At least right now, I don't have the energy to proudly sing the praises of fighting in front of that monster.

Well...it's better to say that even if I were in good health, I would definitely not be willing to do that.

However, some things should still be possible.

That's right, even though I can't swing the sword, my body is very weak, and I don't have any strength left to use for fighting, but I still think so, so that's why I came here.

——Well, that should be the case. It should be, but...

As he exhaled the cold air from his lungs, Murphy dangled his feet over the outside of the corridor that had become a cliff, his face facing the wind, looking down at the monster below, and said.

"—Then, what's the reason why I shouldn't save those guys?"

Murphy said something to someone who should be standing behind him.

No, actually he already knew who was there.

Although he knew it, he still couldn't accept whether it was true or not.

The person behind him slowly made a sound, and the sound was like gently caressing the depths of his ears, making him feel very strange and familiar.

"Isn't it obvious, Murphy? They are traitors, heretics, and the Unforgiven, aren't they?"

Murphy turned her head slightly and saw a pair of empty golden eyes blinking in the dark corridor.

The pure white hair swayed as if in the wind.

Vaguely visible in the darkness, the white skin and slender fingers seemed fragile at the touch.

Its appearance seems to have become more refined with the passage of time.

Yes, there was no doubt that the figure was different, but Murphy could not have been wrong.

That was his childhood sweetheart, the person he missed - Ella.

The smile on her face was lovely, full of innocence, and her slightly trembling lips were weaving words.

"Of course, they deserve redemption. But at the same time, they must be tested. Only after going through these tests will redemption have meaning. Yes, that's it, Murphy."

There was no trace of obstruction in what he said, and he spoke as smoothly as flowing water.

This probably means that she believes in her words from the bottom of her heart, and firmly believes that what she says is correct and there is no mistake.

This is what Ella is like. Thinking of this, Murphy's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.