After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"During this long and cold period, even if pride is tarnished and land is taken away, we can only grit our teeth."

"But," Mattia continued, the saint's voice resounding through the sky.

"—But, that's it! From this moment on, we will once again become people walking in the sunlight. At this moment, we will only eliminate the grievances of our compatriots and the anger of our ancestors' souls. This is not a holy war, but a war waged by our own will! Go, chop off the enemy's heads!"

As the voice rang out, Madia raised her spear as if to pierce the dome, and the roar of "Follow the Saint" from the surrounding soldiers resounded throughout the battlefield.

If what Mephi gave to the soldiers was fanaticism, then what Saint Matthias gave was definitely not a blessing, but a clear curse.

It could be seen as the sobbing words of Saint Madia, casting a curse on all the generals, knights, soldiers, and everyone in the Church of Heraldry.

Now, no matter who heard those words, there was only one thing left in their mind, and that was to destroy the Templar Army in front of them.

Dark colors flickered deep in the pupils of the heraldic soldiers.

Possessing the ability to implant her own beliefs and emotions into the hearts of others, a far superior ability, should Madia be called a saint or a witch? No one can give an answer.

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In the big tent of the Grand Templar Army, a hoarse voice leaked out softly.

"You're such an idiot! Didn't I tell you not to—ahem… use an ambush?"

"The wound will open, Captain Gerard. Don't make a sound. I don't recall disobeying orders. Just think of it as rescuing the soldiers. If the captain is defeated, the soldiers will suffer even greater casualties."

Hearing Neymar's words coming out of nowhere, Gerard Kaliba shrugged his shoulders.

For Gerrard, injuries are commonplace.

But even so, it was a long time ago that he suffered such a serious injury that was deeply embedded in his body.

Perhaps, since he was given the title of a brave man and traveled around the countries, such a thing has never happened again.

And this wound was inflicted by his own disciple.

Really, he's grown a lot, whether it's good or bad. Gerard's mind flashed with the image of his disciple Murphy.

He suddenly thought that the boy who could not do anything before has now become a hero, blocking his way and even causing him harm.

Of course, that was actually quite hateful, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

However, if there is any problem, it is the spell engraved on Murphy.

What on earth was that? Gerard, who had spent countless years, closed his eyes, and in the darkness of his vision emerged the figure of Murphy, who was facing him on the battlefield.

Gerard had seen a lot of magic and didn't know much about the curse of the elves, but he did know that such things existed in magic, and sometimes he would come into contact with the victims.

However, in his long life, he had never seen anything like it.

At the moment when he stabbed Murphy with a white blade on the battlefield, Gerard's eyes did see the scene inside his disciple's body - the scene of high-level magic circles being engraved on various parts of the body.

Gerrard understood immediately that there was something obviously unusual.

Although I have occasionally heard that magicians and magicians would carve spells on their bodies to gain benefits, Murphy's magic capacity was beyond his own ability no matter how he thought about it.

As a human being, every person has his or her own magical capacity.

Even if one could use magic or sorcery to transform one's body, it was common sense that once the magic power in the body exceeded capacity, one would eventually develop a magic disease and die.

However, Murphy's body is different. It is like a finely crafted work of art. Someone has programmed a technique into it without damaging it.

Casting? Refining? Converging? Gerard didn't know what words to use to describe the sorcerer. In short, the only thing he could understand was that there was an indisputable abnormality in Murphy's body.

Moreover, it was probably due to someone's strong will. Gerard couldn't help but feel a chill crawling up his spine.

To make matters worse, he was even cursed by the elves.

His own disciple chose the worst, most terrible path.

Gerard didn't know the details of the elf curse, he only knew that anyone cursed by the elves would die a miserable death.

Most of the people who were buried under the spell of the elves had nothing to do with the word "stability" in their lives until the very end, and their lives were ruined just like that.

And the mystery of being cursed by elves is not limited to that.

Seriously, what on earth did that disciple do?

Gerard sighed deeply at the doubts that came to his mind, and the healer wrapped the bandage around his side.

Perhaps it contained some kind of divine power or something like that? Gerard felt the pain in his wound ease slightly.

"Captain, you are the commander of an army. So please don't act recklessly."

As soon as the treatment was over, Neymar's harsh voice rang in Gerrard's ears.

Although Gerrard considers himself not the kind of person who cares much about etiquette towards his superiors, Neymar's words now make him feel as if etiquette and other such things have been deliberately eliminated.

As an adjutant, it is no exaggeration to say that this behavior is the most troublesome thing.

But... Gerard thought, this should be considered a good growth, as he spoke.

"Listen, on the battlefield, sometimes this kind of recklessness is necessary. Well, I'd better keep it in mind... So, how are the current situations?"

During the time he was walking from the battlefield to the tent, although Gerard did not lose consciousness, it was impossible for him to confirm the battle situation.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the army collapsed even during the period of treatment.

In response to Gerrard's question, Neymar nodded slightly and answered.

"Yes. It's not very good. Although the enemy magic has stopped, the enemy soldiers are very powerful under the command of the witch. The current situation is that we are retreating while minimizing losses."

After hearing this, Gerard said, "Great," with his hands clasped together and clapped his hands lightly.

As he said, the situation is now much better than he imagined.

In any case, if the general, the head of the army, was seriously injured on the battlefield, it would not be surprising if all the soldiers fell apart as a result.

If the army can hold the line under such circumstances, then they should indeed be applauded.

Neymar looked at Gerrard and asked: What should we do after this?

As if responding to that gaze, Gerard's hoarse voice echoed in the tent.

Final remarks for Volume 7

The seventh volume was officially completed today. As usual, I took a look at the word count in Word. There are 18 chapters in total, 63555 words, which is 20,000 words less than the 82533 words in the sixth volume.

The author wrote these two volumes quite quickly, finishing them in half a month. The small number of words is one factor, and the frequent updates every day are another. The updates are roughly maintained at 8000-20000 words per day (praise me).

This volume mainly introduces the war between the Heraldry and the Cathedral, as well as the duel between Murphy and his master Gerard.

Gerard Kaliba's true identity is an old warrior who was active decades ago.

To briefly review the timeline, decades ago, old Jed was chosen as a hero and traveled around the world with his companion and close friend Patrick Reinhardt and others.

For various reasons, he eventually left the front line and returned to the capital for a few years. Dissatisfied with the corruption in the kingdom, he and Patrick came to the newly built frontier city of Lars, where they established an organization.

Later, the two had a conflict and parted ways after a fight. One stayed in Lars and the other returned to the capital to inherit the title.

There he met little Murphy who had just entered the orphanage, took him in as his apprentice, and taught Murphy the ability to survive in this world. The rest of his life is history.

Back to the plot of this volume, in the Shanio Plain War, Murphy overcame the wall of his master.

He knew that if he just relied on Old Jed's teachings, he would never change.

The teachings Gerald gave Murphy allowed him to survive in this world, but also filled his heart with giving up, so he finally stepped over it.

On the other hand, the Church of Heraldry, led by Murphy, defeated the Cathedral head-on for the first time, and the hero Murphy finally left his name in history.

I'm actually quite satisfied with it so far. If I have to say something I'm not satisfied with, it's probably some of the plots I wrote in the past.

In my mind, Old Jed is a cunning, treacherous and profit-seeking person, but he also has a good side (otherwise he would not have been chosen as a hero).

However, in the first two volumes, because I had just started writing the book, I didn't control the degree well, and as a result, the description of Old Jed was too positive, and his cunning and vicious side was not described at all.

In addition, too much emphasis was placed on him and the sense of mystery was not maintained. As a result, the direction of this person's personality was completely distorted, and the deviation was particularly outrageous.

So, although the Old Jed in this volume is actually the Old Jed I wanted to write, he is completely different from the original Old Jed.

This is my fault, it was really poorly written.

That’s all I want to say. The plot of the seventh volume ends here. The story of the next volume will take place in the autonomous city of Philos.

The next volume will reveal the mystery of the life of "White Eyes" Philos, mentioned by Old Jed during his conversation with his adjutant.

And the story of Murphy's enemy, Rozo, the second pure evil in the book besides Mordo.

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The above is all. Please look forward to the content of Volume 8. Thank you for your continued support.

Then, I apologize to everyone again for my inaccuracy.

Volume 8: The Coma City of Philos

Chapter 18: End

Heraldic Army, right wing.

The Templars roared, brandishing their spears and axes, and launched an attack with a determination to die.

Although the Heraldic soldiers also held spears, judging from the rise and fall of their shoulders and the rhythm of their movements, their level of fatigue had reached a level that could not be ignored.

Everyone understood that it was impossible to hold on for much longer.

Could they finally break through the enemy lines? A light akin to hope shone in the hearts of the cathedral soldiers.

That was what you could call a shallow expectation and hope found in the hell that is the battlefield.

However, that hope was cruelly and cleanly extinguished by the silver whirlwind.

——"Gurgle gurgle" the sound of human heads and their contents being forcibly dug out scattered across the battlefield.

The brains, blood, and bones of the Cathedral soldiers and their commanders flew across the battlefield.

The sword flash that caused them to fall drew a brilliant trajectory in the air.

The cathedral soldiers wailed and roared, their formation collapsing.

During the brief interval when the advance was stopped, the Heraldic Army reorganized its formation again.

Here it comes again, that thing, coming to stop us again. The expressions of the soldiers in the Cathedral became distorted, and their eyes twitched in fear.

Before their trembling eyes, there was her, who was on the battlefield but showed no fear at all, striding forward as if the battlefield was her own backyard.

Filia Reinhardt's silky silver hair fluttered as she narrowed her eyes. Her fair skin was covered in layers of red makeup, stained with blood.

Despite having the advantage in numbers, every time Filia's silver light shone and she appeared as the lord of the battlefield, the Grand Templar Army was forced to stagnate. This situation had happened countless times.

Filia brushed away the enemy soldier's blood that was tangled in her hair and sighed.

What emerged in his mind was definitely not the sense of crisis, anxiety or excitement that should be felt on the battlefield.

There was only one emotion that dominated her heart, or rather, that was the only emotion that could dominate Filia's heart.

Ultimately, it all depends on your master, Murphy.

Murphy relied on Filia and entrusted the right wing of the Heraldic Army to her, while he himself rode his horse and tried to break through the enemy from the center.

That's good. Just thinking about how he had previously been completely unaware of relying on others and shunning glory, and then thinking about Murphy's current state, a smile appeared on Filia's face.

Murphy embarked on the path to glory, which was the path that Filia had been holding his hand and guiding him towards until now.

In other words, he admitted that he was right.

Because of this, she felt very happy. Just based on this, Filia's heart was beating non-stop, and a feeling of joy surged from deep within her internal organs.

So, what Filia was worried about was something else.

——Why wasn't I chosen as Murphy's attendant? Originally, going to the battlefield with Murphy was my duty to serve him, wasn't it?

Of course, perhaps it was because there were no other talented people to entrust the right wing to. Rather, being appointed by Murphy to a place beyond his own sight might be a better proof that he was trusted greatly?

That idea does exist, but what Filia believes in as loyalty and chivalry is not like that.

A knight who has sworn allegiance should be with the Lord and serve him even at the cost of his life at the critical moment.

Filia thought that she would naturally have guards by Murphy's side on the battlefield.

But in reality, the person Murphy chose to fight alongside him was not himself, but Vlado Volgograd.

When she thought of that, Filia's whole body was covered with something sticky.

The annoying delusions are tightly attached to my brain. I don’t want to think about them, but these delusions keep passing through my mind.

Among the people around Murphy, there is Saint Madia, who is the heart of the Church of Heraldry.

Whether Murphy wants to reach out to Rongguang or wants to get close to her childhood sweetheart Ella, she will need her help.