After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Next is the Elf Queen and Frodo. They either have power or magic, and can indeed be a help to Murphy. No matter what path Murphy chooses, they are necessary.

Then, what about me? Filia's mouth twisted.

All I have is my sword, the sword that I have forged through constant swinging.

It would be great if my swordsmanship could surpass Murphy's. I could protect him and guide him.

But in the duel with Belphein, he was defeated head-on. It’s not that that’s a bad thing. Rather, he felt extremely happy for Murphy’s growth and would frankly offer his blessings.

Yes, that was a happy thing in itself, but, but, I only had a sword, but I was defeated by Murphy in the sword fight.

So, what else could I offer Murphy? And what could I possibly do to help him? Nothing, right?

This thought pierced Filia's heart, and a fear she had never felt in her life seeped into her throat.

——Could it be that Murphy no longer takes my affairs seriously?

In an instant, Filia felt her eyelids tingling, her body couldn't help but tremble, and it seemed like something hot was flowing back in her throat, and even her tears were about to overflow.

If that's the case, it would be better to order yourself to die.

Delusions led to delusions, and bad imaginations and worries kept lingering in her heart, eventually making Filia's expression distorted.

But no matter how troubled I am, I can't get the answer now.

Then, at the very least, the right wing that Murphy had entrusted to him must not let any soldiers pass. If he couldn't even do this, perhaps he would really be abandoned?

There was a strong light flashing in the silver eyes, and the dragon horn sword was constantly waving.

Whether the emotion burning on the blade was murderous intent or fear, even Filia herself probably didn't know.

"Lady Filia—the enemy—!"

Therefore, it was not until later that Filia noticed the messenger's shout.

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The Heraldic Army, left wing. The elves from the Sky Garden of Gasalia desperately fired arrows into the battlefield.

The fingertips had lost all feeling, and not only was blood oozing from the fingers, but the skin on the hands was also completely torn.

Even so, if you don't keep shooting, you won't be able to hold on.

So far, the pressure from the enemy has been enormous.

Even though the magic used by the elves could make people faint or even die, the soldiers of the cathedral, like a raging storm, did not stop.

There was no negligence or arrogance in the use of the Elf Magic. It was simply because the enemy soldiers were more elite and their numbers far exceeded those of Gasalia's soldiers, so the Elf Magic had no obvious effect.

Therefore, the left wing was able to maintain the war situation because of her existence.

A group of soldiers from the Cathedral finally broke through the front line of Gasalia.

What appeared in front of their vision was the vulnerable hinterland, the rear guard, and Gasalia's main camp.

Just one more step and everything would be trampled to pieces by his military boots.

The soldiers in the cathedral all closed their mouths, covered their lips and noses with their hands, and tried hard to suppress the joy that was about to overflow from their chests, searching for the elf with bloodshot eyes.

Because they knew very well that they would not be able to break through here without killing the Elf Queen.

However, it was too late.

The moment the Cathedral soldiers' sight penetrated deep into Gasalia's main camp, gray smoke and dust began to fill the air, polluting the air.

It had a strange weight to it, and even the naked eye could clearly see the black air.

It was the manifestation of a curse, an elven spell that corroded and devoured humanity.

The soldiers of the cathedral pressed their lips together, covered their noses and mouths with their hands, and while holding their breath, they desperately rushed in, running towards the culprit of the spell - the Elf Queen.

However, the curse will never let humans go, and the great elves will never tolerate humans who have abandoned them and given up their faith in them.

The air, like mud, happily flowed into the bodies of the cathedral soldiers from their eye sockets, external auditory canals, and the scars on their skin.

As soon as the "sludge" enters the human body, it causes a significant decline in the functions of the whole body.

It started with difficulty breathing, numbness in the limbs, as if I had been poisoned, blood was rushing violently, internal organs were blocked due to dysfunction, and gastric juice was flowing back from the mouth.

The soldiers who broke out of the Cathedral couldn't even walk, let alone run.

It is obviously so miserable, but what is even more cruel is that they are the only ones who are conscious and can see clearly everything that happens afterwards.

In the sight of the Templar who slowly fell to the ground, azure eyes appeared.

"annoying."

With just these words, Eltis used a condensed spell—destroying that concept and dispersing the soldier's body.

There was nothing left there.

Altis panted slightly, sat on the chair prepared for her, and moistened her throat with the water handed to her by her maid, Valette.

How many times has this spell been used? If I asked Valette, she would probably answer, but Eldis no longer had the energy to speak.

The essence of spirit magic is to borrow the power of the embodiment of nature that pampers oneself.

Therefore, the magic power that exists within one's body will not be depleted like when using magic tricks.

However, if you ask whether it can be used endlessly, that is another matter.

To wield spirit arts on such a large scale as Altis did, one must manifest the embodiment of nature into the world through one's own body.

When the incarnation of nature appears in the world through its own body, it is equivalent to instantly taking away from its own spirit and body the power that provides for its actions.

If used repeatedly, the body of the spell-casting spirit will wear out.

Because of this, ordinary elves would not act so recklessly, or more precisely, they simply could not do it.

Allowing the incarnation of nature to manifest in your body is equivalent to allowing a foreign object to enter your body.

Those who can do this are either in harmony with nature or are specially favored.

Generally speaking, elves use elven magic only to grant a small amount of elven protection to weapons, or to interfere with nature within a limited range.

It is impossible to spread the spell around or turn it into a symbol of destruction.

From this perspective, Fen Altis is undoubtedly a being favored by the incarnation of nature and is undoubtedly a person of talent.

Making nature manifest, sometimes creating illusions, sometimes casting spells around, and even making it become the concept of "destruction" is indeed an amazing talent.

The soldiers of the Cathedral still bow down before that talent. Because of her existence, the Cathedral army has never been able to inflict a fatal blow on the Gasalia army.

In other words, the battle situation on the left wing of the Heraldic Army can only be maintained if Eltis is physically and mentally safe.

So, how long can it last?

The follower Valette narrowed her eyes as she fetched water.

Although she was worried about her master who was constantly causing harm to her body, she did not speak because she knew what to say and what not to say.

Eldis breathed softly as he accepted Valette's gaze, thinking about something.

It’s not about the limits of your own body and mind, or trivial matters like the battle situation.

The one thinking about is his knight, Murphy.

Eltis had just noticed that Murphy was injured through the armor he had sent out.

The wound is definitely not shallow, but with the blessing of the elf armor, it won't be fatal, right?

Therefore, although I feel very upset, it is not particularly serious.

Besides that, Eltis had another thing to worry about.

——When Murphy's body is damaged, there are many other reactions besides her own armor.

The blue eyes gradually narrowed, and a fierce light appeared again.

Eltis felt as if his internal organs were boiling, and his breathing became hot.

Who, besides himself, interfered with his knight?

I heard that the magician named Frodo who followed Murphy had repaired Murphy's body, so it was not surprising that there was such a magical reaction.

But, just now, there were several other reactions.

Eltis clenched his teeth, desperately suppressing the impulse rising in his heart.

If possible, I really want to run to Mephistopheles right now, heal his wounds, and remove all impurities from him except the blessings I have bestowed upon him.

However, it was Murphy's instruction to maintain the left wing of the front.

In other words, it was something absolute and unbreakable for Eltis.

It was such a shame, because I wanted to run over there out of fear for Murphy's safety, but under his instructions, I couldn't move.

Eltis cast his gaze towards the center of the battlefield as much as possible, hoping to see the figure of his knight even if it was just a little bit.

At this moment, Eltis raised his eyebrows.

The movements of the enemy's center, no, the entire enemy army, were in chaos.

I don't know if they were wavering or making noise, but at least it wasn't an action they would take under someone's command.

What happened? No, what did Murphy do? Then, Altis turned to observe the enemy with her blue eyes.

Those were no longer Eltis's own eyes, but the eyes of a queen, a commander, calmly observing the battlefield.

After a while, the enemy's movements began to change noticeably, and so did the soldiers on the left wing of the Gasalia Army.

Just as Eltis's intuition began to turn into certainty, a messenger rushed into the Gasalia headquarters.

"—Your Majesty Finn Eldis, the main force of the Cathedral has begun its retreat. This is a message sent in the hope of quickly encircling the enemy."

Hearing this, Eltis raised his voice while stroking his chest, immediately handed over the authority to his generals, and called for horses.

Since the mission of maintaining this front was finally over, it wouldn't matter if someone else took charge of the military from now on, right? After all, the outcome of the battle had already been decided.

Well, now is the time to go where you should have been a long time ago.

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Battle of Shanio.

In the series of battles and conflicts known as the Gospel Wars, the first large-scale clash between the Cathedral and the Church of Heraldry was named after the Shanio Plain, which served as the stage.

The conflict between the combined forces of the Grand Cathedral Army and the soldiers of the autonomous city of Philos, and the Armorial Church Army and the allied forces of the Elf Kingdom of Gasalia lasted for about half a day.

There is no mention of "little damage" in the records of either side, which shows that they did indeed experience a tough battle.

However, only one party can taste the fruits of victory.

Thus, in the Battle of Shanio, the victors etched in history were the allied forces of the Church of Heraldry and the elven nation of Gasalia.

Of course, there was no mention of defeat in the Cathedral's records, but it was certain that the Cathedral's headquarters had to retreat.

This defeat and retreat dealt a heavy blow to the Cathedral.

Originally, for the Cathedral, the soldiers sent to the Shanio Plain were merely vanguards, or even large-scale scouts.

If we consider the overall power of the Cathedral, it cannot be called a crushing defeat.

For the Cathedral, the Battle of Shanio was merely a preliminary battle in the entire campaign, a chance for the Heraldry to show off their hooves and take a breath of victory.

Yes, it's that simple. You could even say it wouldn't have any impact on the overall situation. It would just be a tiny spark in the flames of the entire battle.

However, even so, the outcome of the Battle of Shanio was still a humiliation for the Cathedral, a provocation that stirred up the hidden hostility towards the Church of Heraldry and caused some anxiety.

The reason is obvious. The Heraldry forces, the party that has been plundered and pursued until now, are not satisfied with just showing their fangs and have even torn the ankle of the giant called the Cathedral.

——This is something that is absolutely forbidden and must never happen according to the teachings of the Cathedral.

The doctrine of the Cathedral is to submit all human reason, intelligence, and abilities to the only God in order to seek salvation. Allah will manage everything and grant and receive will, and humans are merely the existence to be saved.

The cathedral priest said that was the ultimate bliss, that was true happiness.

Following its doctrine, the state deprived the common people of knowledge, except for some rulers and the upper class.

There is no need to think for yourself, just be blessed by God, and as long as you follow God's will and move your body under guidance, that is happiness.

Most civilians regard it as the only truth, actively accepting and implementing it.

Anyway, that was the easiest thing.

There is no need for responsibility, ability, wisdom or effort. Just do what others say. What a sweet teaching.

There is no doctrine more acceptable to those in power.