After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"—No matter how many times you use your magic, it's just like using a knife to fight a giant. Even if you get hurt a little, there's no need to think about it collapsing."

Despite firing as many arrows as possible since the beginning, the battlefield had barely changed. Eltis even began to doubt the point of such actions.

Despite this, he could not stop. If he did not attract the enemy soldiers here, his path would be blocked.

Eltis, who was looking at the battlefield from the rear, turned his gaze towards the center of the plain.

The flags there were swaying wildly in the wind, and it seemed as if the whole world had gone crazy in that part of the world.

There was no doubt that Murphy was there, and although he had not yet sunk his fangs into the enemy's abdomen, he still stretched his sword forward desperately.

That's why I won't do anything that would hinder him.

He is my knight, and I am his master. Seeing the knight's gesture of making merit for himself, how could the master not be excited? How lovely, how meaningful.

Since the knight was running without looking back, the master could only protect him and give him some help as much as possible.

Once again, the elf's arrow flew through the air, but it only caused the sleeping person to be buried in the sea of ​​people.

The enemy army was endless, and the Templar Army was like a giant that could move freely on the battlefield.

The only way to kill it was to chop off its head. Altis narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your Majesty, please step back a little. Arrows might fly towards us."

The maid, Valette, trembled as she spoke to Eldis.

She stood a little in front of Eltis, as if to say that no matter what happened, she would be Eltis's shield.

However, her legs and even her voice were noticeably trembling; she was not an elf meant to be on the battlefield.

Even though Eltis told her that since she was a maid, there was no need for her to go to the battlefield, Valette still followed resolutely.

"I won't retreat. My knight is on the battlefield right now. I can't miss his heroic presence, right?"

"You can step down, Valet," Eltis added, but Valet said: That's impossible.

Should I call her stubborn or obstinate? In that respect, this girl might be very similar to him, Altis shrugged.

Murphy and his soldiers are waving guns on the battlefield. How can I, as his master, hide in the tent?

I have the responsibility to take everything in with my eyes, and the obligation to shoulder their souls.

This has not changed since the Gasalia Civil War, and he must bear the responsibility for those who died because of his words.

Moreover, there are also some things that I pay a little attention to, and there is a strange feeling.

We were able to suppress the enemy as we wished, which was a good thing. If we hadn't done that, Murphy might not even have been able to reach the enemy camp.

But, wasn't it going a little too smoothly? Even smoother than the original goal, as if even the enemy was cooperating, allowing us to suppress them.

——Am I thinking too much, or are they really acting?

Eltis's lips were slightly deformed.

Chapter 6 What you hold in your hands is enlightenment

The black blade drew a thin line on the battlefield.

The thin wire made an unpleasant sound, broke the enemy's neck, and made its eyes roll upwards.

At the same time, Murphy's right arm also made a creaking sound.

Perhaps because of the forceful swing, he felt several muscles in his right arm were torn.

Despite this, Murphy tried to keep his breathing calm as much as possible and raised his blade as if to fight back.

However, as if to resist the sword light, the enemy soldiers ran towards him while shouting.

Please spare me, this kind of treatment is too much of a luxury for me.

The moment after complaining in his heart, Murphy let out a breath and let the black blade run again.

The iron helmet made a loud roar when the sword touched it, and then cracked from the top.

For some reason, Murphy felt that her physical condition was surprisingly good, and the arm wielding the sword drew a slender trajectory that was completely different from what she could do.

And although the trajectory is very slender, the power of the sword is very strong.

The flash that could not be released in the past is now reflected in the pupils every time I swing my arms.

What's going on? Murphy's heart was beating strongly.

Now, he was so excited that he even had doubts in his heart - is what is happening in front of him really something he can do?

How should I put it? It was like something I hadn't been able to accomplish until now, no matter how hard I struggled, but now I could easily place my fingers on it.

Murphy did feel this way, and his heart began to beat strongly again.

Despite this, the enemy camp was still far away.

Tightening the reins of the horse, Murphy looked ahead.

I haven't seen the enemy's main camp yet, only groups of enemies are in front of me.

The enemy soldiers were all watching the situation here with their guns raised, probably looking for a gap suitable for a sudden attack.

Repeated attacks, the gaps between fierce sword swings, the gaps when the horse's hooves paused for a moment, that was an opportunity that anyone would definitely seize and wait for the opportunity to pierce the flesh with a spear.

The enemy soldiers were now aiming at that, raising their shields and guns, observing the situation here.

The situation is not good.

No matter how smoothly things are going now, if you keep moving, you will naturally become short of breath and your internal organs will feel as if they are being strangled and in excruciating pain.

Although he was riding a horse, he was galloping on the battlefield, and this alone was enough to drain his physical strength and energy.

It is absolutely impossible to keep attacking until the enemy can no longer resist.

It's understandable that not everyone is as courageous as Filia. In this respect, she is undoubtedly special.

Therefore, in order to obtain assistance from the surrounding areas, it is not advisable to advance with a small force.

"You won't fall, will you, Frodo?"

Murphy asked, looking at the black hair swaying at the edge of her vision.

A smiling voice came from behind him. It seemed that there was no problem, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Of course not. Why, do you think I'm such a troublesome woman?"

While the statement was slightly discontented, the tone was not. This was probably a joke, a codeword, of sorts.

Frodo stretched out her hand as if to hug Murphy's shoulders.

There was undoubtedly a condensation of magical colors on her fingertips. The condensed magic block did not fluctuate, but just stayed quietly on Frodo's fingertips.

The moment of silence before the expansion is there.

The enemies around me gasped, and those who were supposed to be running towards me suddenly became hesitant. Did they sense a threat from the girl's slender fingers?

Frodo's calm voice echoed across the battlefield.

"—Here the sky is overturned."

As she spoke, Frodo waved her fingertips.

In an instant, the world was distorted.

An unimaginable storm suddenly appeared there, rushing across the battlefield, blowing up trees, engulfing soldiers, and knocking birds to the ground. It was the clear power of nature.

However, what was incredible was that this violent force showed no signs of approaching us, but simply devoured the enemy.

People who were supposed to be wearing heavy equipment were now being blown away and thrown into the air like pieces of paper.

Once they land, they will naturally die, but if they can hit the enemy soldiers by the way, they will make a lot of money.

It feels exactly the same as before, it seems to be called battlefield magic.

As for the principle, Murphy didn't quite understand it, but he remembered hearing about it before. It seemed like it was distorting the boundaries of the world and connecting it to other places.

To be honest, Murphy thought it was ridiculous and even thought it was a lie, but after seeing it up close, she had to believe it.

No matter how you think about it, this is completely different from magic that can only do a little icing on the cake.

"It would be much easier if we could knock down all the enemies."

Seeing that excessive scene, Murphy couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I had to swing my sword desperately to chop off a few enemy soldiers' heads...but now seeing this magic, I suddenly felt that my efforts were meaningless.

Did you hear what Murphy said? Frodo asked, pressing her body against his back.

"Impossible, impossible. Even if I had enough magic power, I wouldn't be able to handle something like that physically. So—well, let me rest for a while."

"Oh, have a good rest."

Frodo leaned forward even more, hanging onto Murphy's back, her slender arms wrapped around his abdomen, and her voice gave off a rather tired feeling.

The use of magic during the initial assault and now seemed to have consumed a considerable amount of her energy.

But, well, there's nothing that can be done about it. Magecraft covering the entire battlefield is beyond the realm of magic.

Even in the past, no one other than Frodo had ever been heard to be able to use this kind of magic.

Considering the limits of her physical strength, there aren't many times I can rely on Frodo anymore, right? I can't let her waste her energy in vain.

So, while the princess is resting, I will take charge of the chess game.

In the face of Frodo's magic, the enemy's heavy infantry began to panic.

Countless troops were injured, and the sight of them helplessly watching their comrades being thrown into the air and then slammed to the ground must have been deeply imprinted in their pupils.

Murphy took a deep breath, raised the sword to cover the sky, and the sunlight shone on the sword.

"The enemy's formation is in disarray. Now is our chance. Target the enemy formation—all! Force! Assault!"

The soldiers in the unit roared violently as if responding to Murphy's voice and rushed towards the enemy.

What exactly is wrong with me? Not only did I lead others in shouting words, but the words I shouted were also things that would lead others to their deaths.

Even so, if it is necessary, if someone must wield the sword, then I will be the one to hold the hilt.

It's not about feeling guilty towards anyone, nor is it about mocking oneself for not being qualified to hold power.

It’s because I am standing here, because my heart is more anxious than anyone else’s.

Now, Murphy has led his soldiers deep into the Philos Corps.

The enemy soldiers, who had become mere puppets holding shields and spears, had lost much of their fighting spirit in the face of Frodo's magic, and few of them rushed forward with fighting spirit.

In this way, these guys whose will was once frustrated would not be able to stand up again on the same battlefield.

Just one more opportunity and the soldiers of Philos will flee.

Rolling his eyes, he looked around. Where? Where? Where was the captain? Murphy searched desperately in the chaotic battlefield.

The enemy troops are now in chaos, but two or three will still die when we attack.

Although it was only a minor injury, the unit he led was originally a small one, and it would be impossible for them to hold out if they were repeatedly attacked like they are now.

Finally, Murphy's eyes, which had been wandering around, suddenly widened when he saw a certain place.

——Yes, it’s that one, the helmet with bird tail feathers.

The area around the person wearing the bird feather helmet was much more orderly than other places, which was proof that the soldiers heard the commander's voice.

As he came to this realization, Murphy urged the warhorse under his crotch to gallop forward.

The warhorse that Frodo and he rode together was by no means strong, but even so, it was strong enough to close in on the commander who had stopped his horse to clean up the chaotic soldiers.

As if about to jump out, Murphy leaned out from the horse's back, and the thin line drawn by the black blade passed through the air.

Chapter 7 Bitterness Crawling on the Tongue

Before Philos Tret's eyes, the light reflected by the black sword flashed by.

To be honest, Philos didn't know what exactly happened at that moment. She only knew that she was pushed away by the sergeant next to her.

Maybe it was because I was pushed off the horse and my shoulder hit the ground when I fell off the horse, but the right half of my body was in incredible pain.

What on earth are you doing? Philos was about to say this to the sergeant, thinking that if he did so, the sergeant would respond with his usual harsh words.

However, the moment he raised his face, something hot was splashed all over Philos' face, and an unpleasant stench filled his nose.

Philos reflexively rubbed it with his finger and saw a shiny, almost black red condensed on his fingertips.