After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Murphy felt a sickening sensation of gouging out flesh in his palms, and the disgusting sound of broken bones struck his ears.

The horse neighed and blood spurted from its head.

One second

The warhorse collapsed with a wail, and Murphy immediately used all his strength to turn the blade and slashed the drawn sword towards where Gerard Kaliba might be.

His vision was stained red by the horse's blood and he could not see anything, so he just swung the sword based on his intuition and certainty.

He believed that Gerard Kaliba had already thrown his horse aside and swung his sword in this direction.

--throat

The sound of iron joining together could be heard, and sparks flashed.

As if to stop Murphy's raised sword, a white blade appeared from the blood-stained vision.

——Two seconds.

Wearing grey armor, he casually wielded a white double-edged sword that looked like a large sword, and stared straight at Murphy with murderous eyes.

Sure enough, there he was, Gerard Kaliba, Murphy's cunning master, just within touching distance of the sword.

Murphy had nothing to say, not only that, she couldn't even breathe smoothly.

The moment of inhalation and the moment of exhalation, victory or defeat, life or death, will be determined in that instant. Both of them are well aware of this fact.

The black sword and the white blade clashed with each other, and Murphy couldn't help but grit her teeth.

He knew that he didn't have time to maintain a stalemate with the opponent, because the longer the time passed, the more advantageous it would be for the enemy. Gerard Kaliba should have intended to delay time from the beginning.

Murphy twisted his wrist forcefully, releasing the sword from its grip. In an instant, only a tiny gap remained between him and Gerard.

Just as he was about to step into the gap, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left eye as if it was bursting.

Affected by this irresistible force, Murphy's upper body leaned backward.

——Three seconds

Gerard Kaliba's right punch hit Murphy in the face.

Murphy leaned back, breath began to leak from his mouth, his vision began to blur, the shock to his brain made him stop thinking for a moment, as the pain as if his skull was shattered spread throughout his body.

Then, his master could not miss that moment of opportunity.

In front of Murphy's hazy vision was the figure of Gerard Kaliba wielding a sword.

I see. It seems like he had no intention of stalling for time at all. In other words, he was just following his heart and planning to dig out my heart with murderous intent in his eyes.

To wipe out everything is such a heroic act, great, it's a heroic way of existing.

Murphy felt a joyful emotion beating in his chest, and an idea inevitably appeared in his mind.

——My master, the brave man who cannot be touched no matter what, Gerard Kaliba, is now using all his strength to try to kill himself. It’s great, there is no more glorious thing than this.

There must be countless people in this world who say bad things about Gerard Kaliba.

Among them were people who were deceived, people who were framed, and there would probably be people who would call him a fool who had grasped the glory but threw it away.

But to Murphy, Gerard is an absolute hero.

He rescued Murphy from the bottom of the quagmire and brought wisdom to the hopeless stinky rat.

Murphy knew very well that without him, she would not even feel anxious because of her longing, and would just die early in the mud.

Ahhh, so.

Murphy gripped the sword tightly with both hands, a black line appeared on the blade, and the inscription "Hero Killer" shone brightly like a burst of light.

——Four seconds

So, please die here, my life mentor, great wall.

Gerard Kaliba aimed his blade at Murphy's left chest, wanting to pierce it directly into the heart hidden there.

The sword with its tip facing the ground looks sharp, but it cannot be used to attack.

However, Murphy no longer had that intention.

His intuition told him that if he did that, he would not be able to surpass his master. Gerard Kaliba was not someone who could be surpassed by naiveté alone.

Once you retreat here, you will never be able to reach out to your master again.

Well, there's only one option left for these limbs.

Murphy heard the whistling sound of a white blade breaking through the air. He used all his strength to swing the sword that was previously pointing towards the ground from the lower right to the upper left.

That was not a blow to protect his own body, but a blow to split Gerard Kaliba's body in half.

It doesn't matter if I die.

If you can't even surpass your teacher, then the existence of these limbs and the beating of your heart are meaningless.

If I have to go back to the time when all meaning was lost, when I had nothing and gained nothing, I would rather die.

Black and white flashes drew two smooth lines on the battlefield.

The sounds of killing and the music of battlefield that once lingered in my ears had become very distant without me noticing.

——Five seconds

Chapter 16: The Long Journey and the Saint's Hero

It’s so far, the road is really too long.

The road is long and winding, it is no longer even a path for animals, and sometimes it is even completely cut off. Despite this, the road is still there.

The journey I walked through in a daze and dizziness was shocking even though it happened to me.

If this was a TV show, there would definitely be no audience to watch such a stupid actor.

But now, despite my dry throat and tired hands and feet, I have indeed reached the end of that road.

—Five seconds passed. The din of a battlefield had vanished, leaving only a silence as if time had stopped.

Murphy's left shoulder, no, all the sensation in his entire left half of the body became numb as if paralyzed.

The blood seemed to be pursuing freedom, constantly crawling out of his body, flying around and polluting the sky.

Suddenly, Mephisto's nose, which had lost its effectiveness due to the various smells on the battlefield, twitched, and his eyes twitched open, his blank eyes exposed to the air.

The air accumulated deep in his lungs flowed out from between his lips in one breath, and in an instant, he felt a pain running through his entire left arm.

Gerard Kaliba's blade gleamed brightly, tearing Murphy's left shoulder and flesh apart.

An unstoppable tide of blood gushed out from his shoulders, and it looked like a scene at the moment of death.

Seeing such a tragic scene, Murphy couldn't believe that this was happening to her.

But he knew very well that this must be a very good result.

Normally, the blow from that white double-edged sword should have pierced Murphy's heart.

In front of that sword, the resistance of muscles was like nothing, and shoulder bones and other parts could be easily broken.

Murphy thought that the blow should have cut half of his body in half.

After all, his opponent was Gerard Kaliba, his insidious and cunning master. If it was just a matter of that level, he would definitely be able to do it as easily as breathing.

Therefore, the reason why it cannot be achieved is because there are reasons why it cannot be done.

In Murphy's vision, which was blurred by blood and turned red and black, the black blade was shining, as if showing off its appearance.

The sword, the one with the words "Hero Killer" engraved on it, cut through Gerard Kaliba's stomach, as if it was going to cut open his left side.

The blood clot rolled down Gerard Kaliba's flank with a disgusting sound, and Murphy's eyes narrowed into slits.

"This is your first time encountering an old man with a sword, right? It's quite a long journey."

Murphy said as he spat out the blood that was oozing out of his mouth.

What he found incredible was that although his left shoulder was severely injured, his body was still able to move and there was no sign of strength draining from his limbs.

Not only that, he even felt that the people around him had become more lively.

In front of him, the face with deep wrinkles twisted. Gerard Kaliba squinted at Murphy, and his thick lips, which were accumulated over the years, slowly opened at a speed commensurate with his age.

"——The curse of the elves, and the magic ritual? You are walking on a foolish path."

Murphy wasn't quite sure what Gerard Kaliba meant by this, but to some extent, he could understand it.

Generally speaking, no matter how strong the human will is or how hard one tries, if the human body receives a life-threatening blow, the body will become stiff in that situation.

Even if one gambles their life on an enemy and swears to kill it, if their body is seriously threatened, their hands and feet will become paralyzed, their thoughts and will will be blown away, and of course they will be unable to continue attacking.

In fact, the blow that should have dug out Murphy's heart by Gerard Kaliba only injured his shoulder because of the sword's blow to his stomach.

Despite this, Murphy still swung the sword at Gerard Kaliba after taking a powerful blow to his left shoulder from the double-edged sword.

Not only that, his left hand, which should have lost its strength, was still tightly gripping the hilt of the sword.

It was obvious that something was wrong, as if the logic of the world had completely collapsed.

If this was the curse of the elves, the magic spell, then perhaps it was indeed so. Murphy was not completely unaware of this.

Murphy's pupils became stiff, and feeling the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he forced his body to move and drew out the sword. A disgusting sticky feeling spread around his hand.

At the same time, Gerard Kaliba also drew the double-edged sword from his shoulders.

The blood of both sides splattered again, staining the earth.

A moan escaped from those wrinkled lips.

A strange silence enveloped the surroundings. Both the soldiers of the Grand Cathedral and the Heraldry Order swallowed their saliva and blinked their eyes as they stared at this side.

"You've done me a favor, I'll make your death easy."

Ignoring the bleeding left shoulder, Murphy raised the sword with his right hand and spoke.

Gerard Kaliba probably no longer has the strength left to swing the double-edged sword. Although he still maintains a strong body, there is no doubt that he is old, and just swinging the sword on the battlefield will exhaust his physical strength.

Moreover, the abdomen was also torn.

The harder I tried, the more pain my body felt, and it was no longer possible to move freely.

So, just put the sword through his head and it would be over.

Despite this, the shrewd guy didn't look tired at all and said with a sneer.

"Ahahaha...you and that guy, why are all the people who come to me idiots? They have no sense of aesthetics at all."

Gerard Kaliba pressed his hand on his stomach while spewing out the words.

In an instant, thinking of the meaning of this sentence, Murphy's face twisted and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, the sound of killing that had disappeared from the surroundings suddenly rang out from the enemy base camp.

There was no doubt that it was the signal for the assembled soldiers to begin their assault.

That was the pulse of the army, and the voice was full of vitality, which must be a group of fresh troops.

At this moment, the soldiers who could make such a sound could not possibly be from the cathedral headquarters.

In other words.

ambush.

Although it was unknown who was commanding the Templar Army at the time, that person had chosen to let the ambush troops emerge, presumably with the intention of rescuing Gerard Kaliba from his predicament.

But how is this possible?

The attack and defense between Murphy and Gerard Kaliba should have been completed in an instant.

It is hard to imagine that there is someone in this world who can not only perceive the situation instantly, but also make the decision to ambush the situation immediately.

Apart from the old general in front of Murphy, is there anyone else who can mobilize soldiers like this?

Thinking about it this way, it’s better to believe that the man just set up an ambush by accident. This is the only way to think about it, otherwise it would be too terrifying.

Perhaps reacting to the roars of the ambushers, the soldiers on both sides, who had been holding their breath, gradually came to their senses around the "ring" where Murphy and Gerard Kaliba were engaged in a split-second offensive and defensive battle.

However, the enemy soldiers still had some hesitation in their hearts due to the general's injury, and their attitude had become weak again.

So we have achieved our goal and can now join the main force.

Facing her master who was bending over with a black sword in hand, Murphy narrowed her eyes.

For a moment, his thoughts were in a whirl, and he spoke with a twisted mouth.