After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"Can you let me win this time, old man——"

The tone of voice was just like when he spoke to his master in the alley before, and Murphy felt that the voice miraculously penetrated the battlefield.

"——I'll give it to you, you little brat."

Gerard... no, the old man said "It hurts so much" and threw the wine from his waist to Murphy.

"Is this considered a cut?" Taking the wine from the old man, Murphy raised his shoulders slightly and said thank you.

Then, his voice echoed across the battlefield again.

——The goal has been achieved. Go and meet up with the main force and survive.

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Leading the commando team through the crowd - the cathedral's army, Murphy rushed towards the main camp of the Heraldry Cult.

It is not easy to move with your back to the enemy.

You feel tense, exhausted, your brain is as if it's cooked, and you don't even know if you are safe or not - this is often the case when retreating from enemy territory.

To be honest, retreat was not the result that Murphy expected.

But, let it go this time, after all, his goal has been achieved.

The enemy's ambush has been exposed, and it is impossible to threaten the Heraldry Army from the midsection. From now on, the outcome will be decided by the direct confrontation between the soldiers.

In addition, the enemy general Gerard Kaliba was also seriously injured, which would definitely affect the command.

Then, we can win, and there is a high probability that we can win.

As an enemy, Murphy is afraid of only one person, and that is his master.

"Is this really okay, Master Murphy?"

Beside Murphy, a panting soldier muttered this, and then he added: Should we bring back the enemy general's heart?

Rather than expressing surprise or suspicion, it was more like a frank question.

Murphy nodded vigorously in response.

Of course, he could have taken Rigerard Kaliba's head at that time. As long as he swung the sword straight down, the old man's life would have come to an end.

At that time, there was no doubt that Murphy had already grasped the old man's lifeline.

But he knew very well what would happen if he did that.

It was precisely because General Gerard Kaliba was injured that the soldiers in the cathedral were shaken.

It was because the general was injured that the soldiers didn't know what to do.

Should we attack the enemy, or should we protect the injured general and retreat?

Few soldiers are capable of making their own judgments, and soldiers were created to prevent them from making their own judgments.

The so-called army is originally based on following the instructions of the superiors. If every soldier in the army acts as he pleases, it will be a mess.

If you want to train an excellent soldier who can make his own judgments and take action, you need enough money and time.

Then, at least the soldiers of the Cathedral are not at that level yet.

Therefore, in confusion, they are unable to take the initiative to move forward.

The reason why the soldiers did not take a step forward was because they were confused.

But once Murphy takes Gerard Kaliba's head there, they won't be confused.

There was only a boiling rage in their hearts.

In this way, Murphy and the soldiers who carried out the attack together would all die.

——Everyone will die, and this way of dying is normal.

Even if her mouth was torn apart, Murphy couldn't say these words.

Of course people will die, but he could never accept such a meaningless and cowardly death.

So Murphy firmly believes that not chopping off Gerard Kaliba's head was the right choice.

Moreover, he had another reason that could not be expressed in words, a reason not to chop off the old man's head.

That was a very sad reason, but it sounded like a joke to others.

In the past, Murphy entered a maze and encountered a legendary dragon there.

But he did not die. Instead, it was the old man, Gerard Kaliba, who lost his life, and it was a really unbecoming death.

——In the maze, in order to protect the unconscious Murphy, the old man died and was cut in half by the dragon's claws.

That was a fact that no one except Murphy could know, not even Gerard Kaliba himself.

Thinking of this, Murphy suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Speaking of which, the old man seemed to have said something before he died, but now I can't remember what it was.

But soon Murphy felt relieved. After all, although it happened in the past, it would not happen again, and the old man would not die in the maze again, so it didn't matter anymore.

Having said that, the reason why Murphy didn't take the old man's life today was not just because he had saved her before, but there were many other reasons besides that.

After all, the fate between Murphy and the old man from childhood to adulthood cannot be explained in a few words, and the feelings between them are definitely not that cheap.

As for why the old man who saved my life in the past is now here to take my life, I don’t think it’s such a simple matter. I’m afraid there must be some other reasons, big or small.

In short, Murphy's mood was not bad at all. He even began to feel that it was not bad to feel sentimental occasionally because of such things.

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He kept running and running, and just when his legs were cramping with pain, Murphy finally saw the flag of the Lord's Heraldry Church.

By this point, many soldiers had been separated, deserted, or died.

This is a matter of course. It is impossible for all the injured to return to the base safely in the hell of the battlefield.

Ignoring the swelling in her big toe, Murphy spoke to the remaining soldiers in a drained voice.

"After you rejoin our army, you will retreat to the rearguard. While we need more men on the battlefield, we don't need more than these few. Consider yourself my messenger."

The soldiers following Murphy could not be said to be full of energy. They were all exhausted and couldn't even tell where on their bodies they were not injured.

Despite this, the will to return alive still shines in everyone's eyes.

Among them, a soldier said to Murphy: "Let's go back alive together."

To be honest, Murphy would like to do that if she could.

It would be nice to go back to Crossmaria's room, drink fine wine, and eat delicious food with Hawke and her sister. That would definitely be very happy.

But how is that possible?

In Murphy's view, he is not a soldier, but a commander, and he has also earned the title of hero.

Then, it would be impossible for me to retreat.

Dragging people to death at will, and then retreating and hiding when encountering danger, there must be a limit to shamelessness. Who can do such a thing?

Thinking of this, Murphy moved his dry lips and made a sound.

"We're still a long way off. My hands and feet can still move. There's no reason for me to retreat."

To prove what he said, Murphy ignored the numbing pain from the wound on his left shoulder that spread throughout his body and waved his hand slightly.

However, just as his words made the soldiers purse their lips, someone's words rang out around them, blocking the sound of killing on the battlefield.

"—No, there's no need for you to go out. Please retreat to the rearguard, Murphy."

A loud voice went straight through the battlefield. It was the voice of someone who could not possibly be on the front line.

Hearing the voice, Murphy couldn't help but open her eyes wide. And it wasn't just Murphy alone. It could be said that the soldiers around her were all surprised by her figure.

Once again, her voice rang out on the battlefield.

"You have done a great job. I am proud to have comrades like you."

On horseback, she showed everyone a kind smile and bright eyes.

Saint Matthias, it can only be her, not anyone else.

As the heart of Heraldry, it can be said to be a symbol of faith.

Therefore, everyone would say: She shouldn't appear on the battlefield where she could die by accident. Everyone thinks so.

So why is Mattia here?

"Murphy. You have something to say, and I have something to say to you, too. But—"

Mattia lowered her voice instantly, with a hard tone in it, and said this. The intense look she gave Murphy seemed to express her dissatisfaction.

She had clearly returned after inflicting heavy damage on the enemy general, so what could be so discontented, Lady Saint? Not daring to meet that gaze head-on, Murphy tilted her head slightly, responding to Mattia in her heart.

Looking at his expression, Mattia finally just sighed and said.

"But, there's only one thing I can say—yes, you're worthy of being my sword. You're worthy of being my hero."

With these words, Madea stared at Murphy with a beautiful smile on her face.

Her cheeks were dyed a dark red by the sunset, as if they were shining.

What? To be honest, I really hope you won't praise others in person like this. Aren't you shy? With this thought, Murphy shrugged.

To hide the humiliating expression on his face, he tilted his head to the side again, like a wolf running away with its tail between its legs, and began to speak.

"As you wish, Saint Lady."

A wry smile appeared on Mattia's face, and then she spoke in a powerful voice that echoed all around.

"—Everyone, have you witnessed the form of our hero? The enemy has been defeated, and the path has been opened!"

The roaring sound spread in all directions.

Chapter 17 Revenge and Curse

——Everyone, have you seen our hero? The enemy has collapsed, let's carve out our own path!

The roaring sound emitted by Saint Matthias gradually spread to the surroundings.

The long hair fluttered in the wind, and the silver metal arm guards and knee pads reflected the light of the sunset.

Deep inside Madia, something was burning hot—a stubborn feeling that she had until now forced deep inside and kept a lid on.

Honor, hatred, resentment, these emotions continued to boil in Madia's heart.

Cathedral and Heraldry.

When did the two begin to become hostile to each other and to fight each other?

That kind of history has become completely unclear by this era, and there is not even any record of what the relationship between the two was in the beginning.

However, what is certain is that in this era, the Cathedral is a powerful force that roams all over the earth, and the Heraldry Cult is just one of the evil cults whose very existence is questioned.

It was only natural for the strong to abuse the weak. If the positions were reversed, it might be the Heraldry Cult that would drive out the Cathedral's followers. Madia understood this deeply.

However, even so, Madia could neither forget nor tolerate the insults and persecutions that the Heralds had suffered so far.

Driven out of the country, their cities, villages and lands were taken away, and the former Heralds became refugees with nowhere to go.

Before taking control of the free city of Crossmaria, the Church of Heraldry had no foothold at all.

Escape, escape, escape, just endless escape.

During that escape, God and faith were trampled upon, men became tortured slaves, and women became someone's property, which was often the fate of the Heralds.

Being treated as slaves and livestock, how many years did those days last?

Mattia was completely unable to imagine the answer. She only knew that, at least when she was born, the Heralds had already been treated like this.

In the heart of Saint Matthias, the emotions that had been tightly suppressed were now stirring.

"—It's so long, this extremely long cold period."

Mattia's voice echoed in the air as if she were talking to someone. This sentence sounded like both a blessing and a curse. Mattia's tongue and lips continued to carefully ponder the words.

"Their dignity was maliciously robbed, they were trampled upon and then fled. People living peacefully in the countryside were killed simply for believing in a crest. Men were tortured, women were violated. Despite this, they had to endure it."

Mattia said that the Heraldsmen of the past had experienced such cold times.

Those were voices that could penetrate deep into the soldiers' bodies, words that could lift their spirits and gently caress their chests, shaking the emotions stored deep within them.

Mattia's voice is so sweet that everyone listens subconsciously. Perhaps because of this, people call her a leader and call it extraordinary charm.