After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Not all the soldiers followed, and that's okay, but some of them were deceived by my words... Murphy felt relieved thinking about this, but at the same time, the vines of self-loathing in his heart gradually spread as if to strangle his neck.

How many people would he have to kill to feel satisfied? For a moment, just a moment, Murphy lowered his head and bit his lip hard.

Then, when he raised his head again, he would only look at the enemy ahead.

He was clearly about to do something stupid, but he felt his mind was unusually clear.

After all, stupid things are quite easy to do. Just rush to the front, kill the enemy, and be killed in the end. That's all.

"Although I've heard from the beginning that this is a job where you could easily die, but is it really possible for even Murphy-sama to die?"

Next to Murphy, a man holding a spear said this.

Although the face could not be seen, the hoarse voice gave the impression that the throat had been damaged somewhere.

He must have been drunk last night. Soldiers brave enough to go to the front lines should have that much money.

"There's no way, this is better. It's much better than doing nothing."

Having said this, Murphy swung the sword again.

The black thread and the iron intertwined, and after a split second of tension, the iron was severed in two, and the sword shone with joy.

You can see a lot of blood spurting out from the festering heads of the enemy soldiers, painting the ground red.

In fact, Saint Madia and Larga An both told Murphy: As long as you can appear on the battlefield as a hero, that will be enough.

——Your life is more important than anything else. Please be a hero and a symbol of everyone's morale.

Mattia did say that, and even Murphy herself felt that it might be true.

After all, once the hero, who is the symbol of the battlefield, dies, morale will drop and the soldiers will become weak.

If the hero is alive, even just shouting loudly in a visible place can have a morale-boosting effect.

But, that was not the hero Murphy knew, nor was it the hero he admired.

In his opinion, a hero is someone who walks at the forefront more resolutely than anyone else, is more fanatical than anyone else, and makes decisions more easily than anyone else.

Even so, it was a decision that put one's life on the line.

Murphy took another step forward, speeding up slightly.

"Lord Murphy, I have only one request."

The man with a hoarse voice said that although he tried very hard to speak in a relaxed tone, his voice was still very stiff.

After all, they are about to die, so there are probably not many people who can say it lightly. Even suicide volunteers would not find it so easy.

Murphy nodded slightly in response to the man, listening intently.

The man's hoarse voice reached his ears clearly even on the battlefield where the sounds of killing were everywhere.

"If Lord Murphy and I survive, please let me become a great man. I was born into a poor peasant family, and I want to try to do something great."

Hearing this, Murphy tilted his head, showing his teeth and smiled.

On the battlefield, it was common for soldiers to tell jokes for entertainment.

Even so, it is rare to find someone still saying those things at this time.

"I'll tell Mattia." Murphy said this as he quickened his pace.

That was no longer a slow advance, but an action of preparing to forcibly charge towards the enemy position.

Her heart was pounding and her cheeks were twitching uncontrollably. Although it was stupid, Murphy felt as if her heart had become strange.

However, in the midst of that, there was no thought of "giving up" or "praying", only a feeling of anxiety emerged in my mind.

Now, the longed-for horizon is there.

Looking back, just as Filia said, I haven't changed at all since the time when I was a brave man, an adventurer, and a fool.

——Then, go and become the hero in the story. The figure I long for, admire and yearn for is now before my eyes.

"From now on, we will break through the center of the enemy and assault the enemy's main camp from the front. As for dying, we can worry about it after I die."

——Now I will lead the battle, and I will be the one to die in the front!

Using a battle cry as a signal, the black blade flashed in the air, and the blood couldn't help but boil.

The soldiers of the Cathedral retreated slightly in response to the Heraldic Army's noticeable change in attack speed.

Yes, just a little bit is enough, as long as it is beyond the enemy's expectations.

To do this, we just need to break through the vanguard, head straight for the main camp, and then lure out the ambush troops.

Even at the end, my body could no longer be called a body.

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The black blade brought out sparks, flying across the battlefield.

Whenever it is swung, its majestic power will repel the enemy.

The sword, with a black streak painted across its silver blade—the blade engraved with the inscription "Hero Killer"—made a sound like a smile.

This is awesome. This is what a hero should be like. This is how my owner should act.

No, because I have already merged with the holder, so calling me "my holder" may seem a bit strange, but never mind, it doesn't matter.

Like a wild beast crushing its prey, my Lord Murphy continued to kill soldiers. Every time the black flames on my body swept through the air, blood, internal organs, and bones would fly everywhere.

Ah, so happy, this is undoubtedly my happiest moment.

I act according to my master's wishes, and my master walks on the heroic path that I hope for.

If there are many difficulties on that road, you will crush them by yourself, even sweeping away the pebbles at the feet of the master.

Jian thought that was what he should do.

If the master lacks experience, then you can impart your accumulated knowledge to him.

If the master's strength is insufficient, I will fill it and become his new finger.

The black flames on the sword shone like a hiss, and a suffocating trajectory appeared on the battlefield.

The sword has been possessed by countless heroes so far.

The star breaker, the embodiment of victory, the one who abandons glory.

Brave men with all kinds of talents have walked with the sword, and then countless heroes have paved the way with the sword in hand.

It can be said that this body is a recorder, standing with the heroes in history and engraving their talents in my heart.

The trajectories, talents, and ways of being of those who were revered as heroes in the past are all contained in this body.

If it is necessary for the master, then I will teach him, no matter how much, the paths and sword flashes of past heroes.

If the situation is really bad, just forcibly carve it into its body.

After all, now I and the holder Murphy are one and the same, our bodies have merged with each other, I am him and he is me.

So, give yourself all the power you can, who can object?

Even the master can't do it, because the master is himself, and he won't do such a stupid thing as going against his own wishes.

There were too many enemy soldiers. No matter how brave they were, it was too difficult to clear a path with such a small number of soldiers.

The master's thinking is too narrow and his path is too tortuous.

Normally, such means would not be chosen. If one were to reach out one's hand, one's fingers would be cut and one's feet would be stained with blood due to the thorns. This is the path one takes.

But, if this is the path chosen by our Lord Murphy.

——It doesn’t matter at all, it’s actually the highest joy.

Anyway, I am a tool used to pave the way.

Although he was now the master himself, in essence he was still just a tool created by the gods and demons using his own flesh for that purpose.

Therefore, doing my best for my Master is the highest joy for me.

It is intoxicating to see the Lord, who never relied on his own strength, now moving forward on his own.

The inscription "Hero Killer" emanated a black flame like the abyss.

Murphy's body tore through the enemy's formation step by step, chopping it into powder. It was like a young animal that had just mastered the use of its fangs, ferocious and terrifying.

As a result, Murphy's actions caused the Templar Army to retreat step by step.

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What was happening before my eyes was the enemy soldiers throwing away their lives.

Seeing that scene, Gerard wondered if there was something wrong with these guys.

There's no need to ask why; anyone can tell at a glance at this stupid show.

Leading a small force into the heart of the main army, soldiers continued to die from the beginning of the assault, and every step forward was accompanied by the loss of life.

This is a matter of course. No matter how severe the collapse on the front line is, the soldiers of the Cathedral are always regular soldiers who have been tempered through thousands of trials.

Even if they failed to organize their formation, they could still hold up their spears and drive back the advancing wild boars.

Suffer the loss, advance, suffer the loss, and continue to advance. Logically, this foolish charge would lose momentum somewhere, and then be stabbed in the stomach by a spear, spit out blood, and finally die.

That's how it should be.

"That's not a pretty fighting style... Who taught you this?"

Gerard twisted his mouth, the wrinkles on his face deepened, and he muttered, "I don't remember ever saying that I would keep moving forward even if it meant sacrificing my life."

Well, anyway, what you get from doing something like that is usually just a pittance.

Fighting desperately may only win temporary fame and applause, but it is meaningless and will ultimately result in being deprived of everything.

No matter how much power you have, no matter how hard you try, the result will not change.

In that case, risking your life would be foolish.

It would definitely be a much better way to survive if you could keep your fingertips still, force others to death, and reap all the benefits.

Although he knew it was a radical idea, Gerrard still believed it.

After all, there is no reason to change that idea now. It is too late to change the way of life now.

"Hey, Neymar."

Riding on the horse, Gerard gently pulled the reins and called out "adjutant". His eyes turned to the battlefield and Murphy, his white beard fluttering in the air.

"In," Neymar responded, her voice becoming more rigid.

Facing the enemy's offensive, you are still a little worried, right?

Even though I know that Murphy's suicide attack won't be able to break through our army so easily, I still care.

Yes, it is easier to survive on the battlefield by being cautious and timid than by being reckless. Let's learn something from this battlefield.

"What do you think?"

Gerard moved his chin and pointed at the army of assassins rushing towards this place.

Neymar blinked and swallowed.

His eyes were wide open, as if he was desperately searching for words.

"...To put it nicely it's brave and courageous, but in reality it's just a reckless charge."

Gerard nodded exaggeratedly, frowned, and the sword hanging on his waist shook with a snap.

"Don't try to learn that. Putting your life on the line isn't a serious tactic."

Although in a sense, it is an extremely reasonable choice, generally speaking, no one would choose to lose their own life even if they knew it was the most correct choice.

No, most people wouldn't even think of such an option.

Despite this, the disciple thought of this and did it as a matter of course.

That is no longer the way humans should fight.

Can not be done.

Gerard lowered his heavy eyelids, squinted his eyes, and listened to the battle cries of his disciples hitting his ears.

Although Murphy has the talent to do bad things, he is just an ordinary person at heart, and he cannot be called talented by accumulating hard work and studying.

Not only that, he's a slightly eccentric child who's trying to live his daily life while suffering from physical and mental damage.