After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Bruda sighed, put on his wide-brimmed hat again, and let the cigarette butt roll across his lips, a slightly bitter taste spreading in his mouth.

I don't think cigarettes taste good at all. Why would my employer like something like this? Bruda raised his eyes and a choking sound came from his throat.

As Bruda continued to think but couldn't come up with any good ideas, he sighed.

The carriage stopped with a slight vibration, and the faint sound of horse hooves also stopped.

What's going on? I heard the Heraldry Cult's base is near the autonomous city of Filos, so it should be quite far away.

Thinking of this, Bruda poked his head out from under the carriage hood.

Then, she heard a voice in her ears, as if a soldier from somewhere was talking to Vistalinu.

"This should be the street built by the previous king. No one has any reason to stop us."

The streets inside and around the Kingdom of Leiden were all built by the previous king, who was known as the Builder King.

Because of this, no one would try to occupy it, nor would anyone collect tolls or anything like that, because that was something the King of Construction would never allow until the very end.

If they were residents near the Kingdom of Leiden, they wouldn't be unaware of this, right? So, who were they, and why were they blocking the road?

Just as Bruda was thinking this and narrowing his eyes.

"Please listen to me for now. Now is the time for us, Philos, to destroy the great enemy of the Cathedral."

These words penetrated deep into her ears.

Chapter 16 The one who killed the great evil is

Originally, language has no power.

It cannot move anything, not even the surface of the world. So-called language is nothing more than a list of sounds.

But why? There are indeed people whose hearts have been taken away by such things.

Murphy couldn't remember when she began to understand these principles.

However, at this point, the situation no longer allows him to escape.

So, let’s try it out.

It was obvious that these urban soldiers waving spears were people who had been blinded by the words of that guy named Luo Zuo.

Then, just apply your thoughts on it again.

After all, if enthusiasm is simply injected, it can be easily overwhelmed by fanaticism smeared with malice.

"Cassia and the like are the so-called omnipotent god of salvation. What a remarkable faith! It's wonderful, so captivating. But that kind of empty talk only works in the cathedral, Rozo."

As if it were an obvious fact, Murphy shrugged and snorted as he spoke.

The expression on his face seemed to say, "Don't you even know about that kind of thing?" He used a firm tone to strike at the other party's most important evidence.

Murphy knew that this was the best way to deceive others effectively, and he took a step forward with a smile on his face.

The eyes of the Philosotan soldiers were filled with astonishment rather than anger and contempt.

These people have only lived in the small city of Philos so far, and there is no one around them who would be so open about belittling the only god Cassia.

That is why we should take advantage of this.

"You're not even afraid of the Lord God. I'm afraid this statement is meant for you, evil Murphy. Although this can't be called mercy, you should at least have some sense of shame."

Luo Zuo said this, his dignified appearance was just right for serving the gods.

Murphy suddenly thought, who was she serving? Not the god of the Cult of Heraldry, so was it Saint Madia? Or perhaps the elven princess Eltis?

So, who exactly Murphy serves is still unclear.

However, between God and the devil, if one were to choose which side he was on, he would undoubtedly be closer to the devil.

After all, even he himself could not imagine the scene of God coming to greet him after his death.

Murphy nodded slightly to Larg An, whose pupils were shaking uneasily beside him, and then immediately began to respond to Luo Zuo's words.

"I'll return those words to you exactly as they were, Luo Zuo. You should have a good time learning your lesson. If Cassia is truly omnipotent, then why am I still alive and well? Shouldn't I have returned to dust long ago for defying the almighty?"

Murphy said it as if it was a clear fact, as if he was mocking Rosso.

What is important when deceiving others?

That is - you yourself have to believe this lie.

Whether it was his mouth, his movements, or his expressions, he committed everything to that lie, distorting himself with absurd thoughts.

Only in this way can people be deceived.

Even if someone is not deceived in this situation, that is, someone who will not be deceived by others, they should turn around and run away quickly at that time.

However, the people standing in front of Murphy now were the ones who had been deceived once.

Murphy felt that she could even see the crooked lips on Rosso's face.

As expected, Luo Zuo, standing at the city gate, immediately shouted, "God will test people. Only those who believe can be saved in suffering. And you are the test given to us by God—"

Trial or something, do they like this word so much? Murphy thought so, swallowed the words directly, and interrupted.

"—Do you really believe that, Rosso? According to the teachings of the Cathedral, those who commit immorality will be immediately punished by God, but what about now? I was once a follower of the Cathedral, and now I am in the Heraldry Cult, and I am still living well."

The word "immoral" shook the eyes of the people around him.

Looking at the obviously panicked city soldiers, Murphy's face once again showed a disdainful smile, and continued: "Let me add that when I was a child, I grew up in the church of the Great Cathedral."

Come, let me deceive them well, and capture their hearts with the vile words of the wicked who are right beside them, rather than the revelations of the distant God.

"This isn't a trial. Listen, Rozo. Cassia simply couldn't kill me. I spurned the Cathedral and trampled upon its tenets, but even with the use of its army, they couldn't shed my blood."

Although Murphy actually shed a lot of blood on the battlefield, this level of exaggeration is nothing.

Because when telling stories to others, a little vanity is necessary. Humility and honesty are certainly advantages, but sometimes they can also have disadvantages that can cause a person's value to plummet.

Murphy opened her mouth, her gaze shifting from Rosso to the surrounding city soldiers, suppressing the distorted look on her cheeks and just smiling.

"So, who are you going to kill? Even the army of the Cathedral, even God, couldn't kill me. Why do you think you can kill me?"

Murphy opened his arms, as if to welcome the spears heading towards him.

In this simple and clear way, he told the urban soldiers of Philos and even the soldiers of the Church of Heraldry: You will never be able to kill me.

Then, without any hesitation or wavering, he took another step forward, as if to show people that he was not worried about the gun in front of him.

But in reality, Murphy's heart was shaking as if it were being hit by heavy rain, and something like cold air seemed to be crawling up his heels, and his back was now being licked by cold sweat.

Of course, what he is doing now is like walking on a tightrope ten thousand meters in the air.

If even one of the urban soldiers shouted and waved his rifle, the comedy would be over.

If that happened, I'm afraid everyone around him would rush towards him as if they were overwhelmed by the heat.

Yes, the problem is the calories.

The Philos city soldiers were now using spears and emblems to teach the enemy a lesson, precisely because they were all immersed in the heat emitted by the guy named Rosso.

Then, just take it off and replace it with something else.

For example, something like terror or fear.

"...You're such a jokester, you wicked man. God will use your fate to teach us how immoral people like you and Philos Tret will die miserably."

The rough voice made Murphy shrink his shoulders slightly, but it was not because he was scared.

However, he originally thought that Philos Tret had succumbed to the pressure of the People's Assembly and therefore shook off the hand of the Heraldry Church, but he did not expect that she was actually expelled as a person of evildoers because of her alliance with the Heraldry Church.

But this is really bullshit. Justice is covered in mud, but lies are welcomed. This world actually allows such things so openly.

As expected, God and the like cannot be believed.

Murphy twisted her lips and looked at the city soldiers of Philos, and couldn't help wanting to laugh.

It is obvious that the only one who really wants to save you is Philos Tret. You are such a poor bunch of guys. You have been cheated and are still counting money for others.

So, in a deafening way, Murphy responded to Rosso's rough voice.

"—What nonsense are you talking about, Rosso? Well then, Cassia, kill me right here and now! Cruelly, try to pierce my heart with that almighty power!"

Murphy looked up and spoke to the sky.

However, no matter what he shouted at the sky, it remained clear and showed no sign of getting worse.

It looks like the weather is nice tonight, so I can drink happily.

Just as Murphy was thinking this, the sound of a galloping carriage rang in his ears.

That was definitely not the sound of the Philos city soldiers, but the sound of the chariots and horses' hooves mixed together.

Most of the time, this is the sound that mercenaries make.

Although Murphy had heard that he would meet them sooner or later, he didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.

Well done, though.

Well, let's just do a little gesture now, after all, it's a reunion with a long-lost friend.

Just like that, Murphy hunched her shoulders slightly and puffed out her chest.

That way, even if he did make a wrong prediction, it wouldn't seem too embarrassing.

"So, who's going to kill me, huh?"

As if to draw in everything around her, Murphy's voice echoed at the gate of the autonomous city of Philos.

At the same time, the sound of warhorse's hooves was approaching behind him.

Chapter 17: The Shining Enemy

No one present dared to lift a finger.

Whether it was the soldiers of the Philos city or the soldiers of the Heraldry Church, everyone seemed to be nailed to their own shadows, motionless, just quiet, and continuing their burning breath.

Perhaps, no one could move.

—Then who will kill me, huh?

The slightly warm wind brushed my cheeks, but the sound seemed to freeze my internal organs.

Everyone felt something crawling on the ground, then crawling from the toes up the back.

Among them, there was only one person, Luo Zuo, whose eyes were blinking as if they were burned by green flames.

All the people standing before him had their spirits devoured by the monster called evil.

No, not only their spirits, but also their souls were devoured, so in the end they couldn't even move a finger.

What's going on? Is this even possible? My voice has been erased.

Luo Zuo's heart screamed, telling him the answer.

Is that so? He is neither an evil thing nor a person named as evil, but an enemy.

He was undoubtedly brilliant and dazzling, his own enemy.

With his eyes wide open and his eyelids withered, Rosso had Murphy's figure deeply imprinted in his eyes.

The ugly emotions surging in his heart that he dared not even speak of were not many, but they were not things that could be spoken out loud, let alone something that could be heard by anyone.

Although it was only fragmentary, it was indeed a little bit of what he always possessed, something that could be called "aesthetics."

Then, Luo Zuo said those words with an explosion of passion, showing his teeth and shaking his fingers, only his eyes remained calm.

"—Birth and death are the obligations of mankind! As humans, you cannot be immortal! Everyone, spears forward!"

Spear forward, this was one of the secret signals that Luo Zuo told the soldiers of Philos City.

If the soldiers of the Heraldry Church do not respond to our mercy and continue to be entangled with evil people, we can only offer them the last mercy with our spears and let them atone for their sins with death.

So, kill them all. That was the signal to announce the order.

In reality, the number of Philos Metropolitan Soldiers far exceeds that of Heraldic Soldiers.

Just as Luo Zuo said, just by extending the spear forward, most of the battle can be resolved. Although it cannot be said that there will be no losses at all, it should not be difficult to kill all the soldiers of the Heraldry.

Numbers can easily surpass the strength of an individual. No matter how vicious that person named Murphy is, he cannot resist the overwhelming majority. Even a child understands this.

However, if such a reason alone could make people shrink back, then the world would surely be a simpler place.

Therefore, even after hearing the signal from Rosso, the soldiers of Philos City still shrank back and refused to move.

Everyone felt like they were facing a ferocious beast with bared fangs, and their whole bodies seemed to be frozen.