After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

This is probably the charm of war and battlefields - the happiness that comes from being able to use one's own strength to subdue a hated enemy.

At the forefront of the Heraldic Army, standing out in the center and fighting tooth for tooth against the enemy, were the volunteers among the soldiers.

Among those who volunteered to join the commandos were some young, some old hands, some burned with a religious mission, and some simply out to get more money.

The people who showed up in that team were all different, both in age and in their reasons for applying.

Therefore, the only thing they had in common was that they had sworn before Saint Matthias that they would sacrifice their lives on the battlefield.

Hayes was one of the volunteers, and he was old enough to be called a young soldier.

However, although he was a young soldier, it was not his first time to pick up a spear on the battlefield.

As an apprentice to the Heraldry School, the young Hayes had followed other soldiers many times to drive out bandits and suppress drunkards who were committing violence on the streets.

Although for a real soldier, an apprentice is just a job that doesn't pay much money.

But as a soldier, Hayes already had enough experience and even felt a little proud of it.

So, this wasn't the first time he had hurt someone with a weapon.

But he never killed anyone.

At the Battle of Shanio, Hayes killed his first man.

Only then did he realize that the feeling of piercing human flesh with an iron spear was softer and more disgusting than he had imagined.

The first time Hayes killed someone, he inevitably vomited, but by the third time, he had gotten used to the feeling.

The sight of the enemy's iron spears easily devouring the lives of his comrades had caused liquid to flow out of Hayes's crotch several times, but he had become accustomed to this feeling.

He had become accustomed to the pungent smell of steel, the blood and flesh of his comrades flying before him, and the sound of bones being crushed.

In short, he has become accustomed to the so-called war.

Suddenly, an inexplicable idea came into Hayes' mind.

——Perhaps those who died on the battlefield were those who could not get used to these sights and touches.

As for whether it's normal to get used to these things, Hayes doesn't know the answer yet.

So he didn't know whether he was normal or crazy, and for a moment, he even wondered why he was standing here.

However, he continued to swing the spear, and his arm once again experienced the disgusting feeling of piercing a soft object.

The reason why the young soldier Hayes volunteered to join the front was not because he wanted more money or to get honor, he only had one simple wish.

——I want to see what kind of person a hero is, even if it’s just for a glimpse. I want to go and see.

Hayes knew that he would eventually die somewhere, perhaps on a battlefield or on the street.

I have no money, and my parents died tragically of illness a long time ago, so I am sure that I will be like this, meeting a tragic and inevitable death somewhere.

So, before that, I want to take a look.

Heroes heard in legends, fairy tales, and childhood bedtime stories.

I want to take a closer look at what that dazzling person looks like.

For this, Hayes was willing to do it even if it meant losing something else.

Crush all hostile forces, lead the people to attract constant attention, and have dazzling glory - Hayes had heard since childhood that a hero who possesses all of this will one day lead and save the Church of Heraldry.

Hayes' parents told him again and again that the hero was still accumulating wisdom under the Lord's hand, and they believed it was true until their death.

Speaking of which, Hayes' parents were certainly not saved by the hero, nor did they hear the hero's name. In the end, they died like a dog with nagging resentment before the hero appeared.

Unlike such parents, should we say it is happiness or misfortune that a hero appeared before Hayes.

Hero Murphy. He was responsible for the fall of the Free City of Crossmaria, the Hanging Garden of Gasalia, and the Mercenary City of Belphein, and was bestowed with a golden emblem by Saint Madia. He is an undisputed hero.

Whether in the tavern or in the town, everyone praised him as a hero.

So, is that really the case? Hayes thought doubtfully.

There was a strong doubt in Murphy's young eyes about whether he was a hero.

In fact, this feeling is more like a temper than suspicion.

If he truly is a hero who can save everything, then he is a shining figure who can lend a hand to anyone, right?

But why didn't he come before my parents died? Could it be that my parents, who died tragically after falling ill, were abandoned by the heroes?

If that's the case, the parents would be too pitiful.

In Hayes' heart, these two feelings are still entangled: suspicion of heroes and admiration for the great achievements achieved by Murphy.

Because of this, he wanted to take a closer look at the being called a hero.

At the forefront, after dismounting, the hero Murphy was wielding a sword beside Hayes.

The closer Hayes looked, the more he realized that each of Murphy's swings was heavy and sharp, far beyond his ability.

As if afraid of the brilliance emanating from the silver blade with a black line carved on it, the cathedral's army once again collapsed and retreated.

In the brief interval when the enemy retreated, Hayes suddenly heard a voice.

"You are really young."

These words made Hayes' heart beat faster.

Amid the roars and cries of killing that echoed across the battlefield, these words miraculously lingered in his ears.

Yes, that's the voice of the hero Murphy.

Hayes was confused for a moment as to who the voice was directed at, but he soon thought of himself. After all, he was the only young soldier who volunteered to join the commando.

The hero in front of him, Murphy, didn't even wipe the blood off his face, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Although he had always kept his gaze on the enemy camp ahead, Hayes knew that his consciousness was indeed directed towards him.

Hayes was naturally speechless. Although he tried hard to think about how he should answer and what would be the correct answer, his confused brain could not come up with any good ideas.

Finally, in response to Murphy's question, Hayes simply answered very stiffly, "Yes," and told his age.

But even with this, Hayes felt a strange sense of shyness and joy.

Although he doubts whether Murphy is a real hero, it is an indisputable fact that deep in his heart he still has a firm admiration for the great achievements that Murphy has made.

All in all, the boy's heart is very complicated at this moment.

After briefly responding to Hayes's question with "Really?", Murphy asked the young soldier's name.

Hayes' lips twisted strangely again as he responded.

"Is that so? Hayes. Excuse me, but I'd like you to pass on a message to Madia at the main camp—"

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Noticing the signs of the young soldier leaving, Murphy sighed softly in her heart.

What on earth was he doing? There had to be a limit to his stupidity, hadn't there? So far, how many people had he incited to their deaths?

Since that young man had chosen to rush to the battlefield, it meant he was prepared to die, right? But asking him to retreat at this point was truly foolish.

This is simply meaningless self-satisfaction, or the pretense of a narcissist, which is extremely boring.

Murphy narrowed his eyes and his cheeks twisted because of the lingering self-loathing in his heart.

But no matter what, someone is necessary to pass on the message.

In a sense, sending the soldier closest to him was a matter of course, but the person he chose had slightly different intentions.

Hearing the noise coming from the front, Murphy ran while drawing an arc in the air with the sword in his hand, tearing the wrists and abdomen of the enemy soldiers rushing towards him.

At the end of the red-stained vision, Murphy saw the enemy's main camp located in the evening sunlight, and it was within the reach of the enemy with just a few more penetrations.

This is not a dream, the enemy's main camp is now within reach.

But, there is no doubt that it is a place of death.

As soon as you step in, the soldiers of the Cathedral who have been lying in ambush will appear.

However, even though we knew it was a place of death from which there was no escape, the enemy camp under the light of dusk still looked strangely beautiful.

"The enemy has completely collapsed. What should we do now, Master Murphy?"

A soldier next to Murphy said this. Although he was still in a situation where he could die at any time, the soldier's voice seemed unusually high.

The enthusiasm and madness on the battlefield seemed to excite people more than liquor.

The only thing I have to do is not let that enthusiasm cool down.

Murphy took a deep breath, widened her eyes, and looked around at the soldiers around her.

Then, he spoke in a loud voice to the elite soldiers around him, about a hundred people, who did not care about death and chose to volunteer to participate in the assault.

"—want to win? Well, listen. These are my final orders."

The corners of his mouth collapsed and twisted.

Murphy knew that a sarcastic smile appeared on her cheeks.

Chapter 14: Recorder of the Assault and Cheers from the Dead Land

—Want to win? Okay, listen. These are my final orders.

Incredibly, Murphy felt her open lips were very heavy and her throat was making a mournful sound.

Without taking his eyes off the enemy, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands and said.

"Next, only the vanguard assault force will launch a surprise attack on the enemy camp, and the pace will not be consistent with the main camp."

Murphy continued, "I'll be the one giving the signal for the assault."

In order to confirm what the assault team members looked like and their eyes, he turned his head and looked around at the people around him.

Although he couldn't see everything, he still saw that the eyes of the surrounding soldiers were gradually becoming stiff and their lips were subconsciously opening.

Sure enough, no one could laugh happily.

That's understandable, after all, this is simply a suicide statement.

They were out of step with the main force, meaning they had to rely on only a few dozen commando soldiers in the surrounding area to bite the belly of the Grand Cathedral Army, which even outnumbered the main force.

Once the assault team advances far away from the main force, even if it can shake the enemy's front line, it will inevitably suffer heavy losses.

Then, at the end of the assault, the word "annihilation" stood coldly.

Murphy thought, the soldiers must be filled with anxiety about death and distrust of themselves right now?

After all, now is a good time for them to pursue the Templar Army.

Why would someone do such a stupid thing when that's the case? They'll probably be baffled by this, right? It wouldn't be surprising if they had all sorts of thoughts in their heads.

Murphy turned her head and stared at the battlefield ahead again.

The enemy soldiers who were "about to collapse" began to slowly raise their iron spears and their eyes became determined after successfully luring the enemy deep into their territory.

"I won't force anyone to participate, but the enemy still has enough strength left. If we don't completely destroy them now, everyone will die, and everyone will be doomed."

There will be no detailed explanation and no time to go into it.

Who could possibly say it? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't explain to the soldiers: There's an ambush ahead, so we have to sacrifice ourselves in place of the main force.

The entire Heraldry army could no longer stop advancing, let alone retreating, they couldn't even stop for a moment. The Templar army was thinking about how to prick up the Heraldry soldiers who were foolishly moving forward.

In short, it is impossible to get through this level without getting hurt. The world is not that beautiful.

So what we need to do now is to keep the damage to a minimum.

To do this, the enemy's intentions must be exposed first, and someone needs to take the lead and become the first target of the enemy.

Then, you can only become that target yourself.

The existence of ambushes can only be effective because they are unknown to the public. As long as our army does not suffer serious damage from them, everything that happens afterwards will remain uncertain.

This is my limit, and these are the only measures I can take.

What would Filia do? What would Madia do? I thought about this several times, but in the end, I still felt that I could only do what I could do.

In that case, let’s go all out.

"We will draw out the remaining enemy forces, and then the exhausted enemy troops will be wiped out by the main force. This is the best way. We will die anyway, so this is better than all of us dying."

As he spoke, Murphy gripped his sword tightly, held it upright in front of his right shoulder, and took a step forward.

At the same time, he saw some soldiers also taking steps forward.