After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The mind that should have maintained the fervor of faith until just now has now sadly awakened.

The soldiers of the city of Filos, without a doubt, were struggling with pure terror in their restless hearts.

Indeed, our side has the advantage. After completely surrounding the enemy, as long as we take a step forward, the tip of the spear will pierce into the enemy's flesh and blood, and even his life can be easily taken away. That should be the case.

However, something like a stain remained in my heart, and as time went by, it became bigger and thicker.

And that stain is a doubt.

Can I really kill that guy named Murphy?

Those people, the army of the Grand Cathedral, could not kill him.

If God's army is like this, then where is the evidence that I can kill him?

Maybe he really is the incarnation of an evil dragon or something. If that's the case, wouldn't it be extremely stupid to stab him with a spear or a sword?

The doubt that sprouted in my heart, the seed called terror, was absorbing nutrients on its own.

Facts are replaced by fantasies, possibilities become impossible, and there is nothing in the world more easily transformed than the heart of a man who has been frightened and run away.

Therefore, no matter how hard you try to suppress it, the doubts and fears in your heart will easily grow.

Not everyone can become a hero. Rather, people who cannot fight occupy a large part of the world.

If most people could stifle their fear and fight, then a world like this would be more terrifying.

Therefore, for most people, the only thing that can suppress terror is other terrors.

"Fellow citizens, do you want to become immoral? Of course, I don't care."

Rosso's voice was very relaxed, and the tone seemed to stick to his ear canal, which made the Philos city soldiers shudder.

A person who commits immorality.

It is a stigma that is higher than death. Once labeled with a filthy name, one's life will only be trampled upon.

The images of Philos and Tret, chained and beaten unconscious, naturally emerged in the minds of the city soldiers.

Now that Philos Tretter has stepped down, Rozo can be said to be the most powerful person in the city.

And if he has made an agreement with the cathedral priest, then the stigma of a pervert will be bestowed upon him at the touch of his fingertips.

Then, that Rosso said: Anyone who does not take up a gun and fight against the Heraldry in person is no different from a person who has committed immorality.

Hearing those words, every soldier in the city of Filos had his eyes flickering.

We have reached the point of no return.Although it was too late, everyone finally noticed it.

In an anxious mood, the urban soldiers made a conscious decision.

To crush the Herald Cultists and the evildoers, and to protect himself, he clenched his hands, took a half step forward, and prepared to thrust his spear.

then.

——At that moment, the head of the person who was unfortunately walking in front exploded with blood foam.

Something hard and heavy dug into his skull, gnawing at his flesh and devouring his life.

In the biting cold wind, warm blood gushed out, shaking white breath.

The true form that took the lives of urban soldiers is called the Axe Thrower.

The axe, thrown at high speed, split the soldier's skull and hit the ground with a heavy sound.

Whether they were city soldiers, heraldic soldiers, or even Rosso, they all opened their eyes wide and stopped talking.

Only the neighing of horses and another person's voice tore through the air.

"Oh, your aim is so good."

As if to say that she was only trying to intimidate, a woman covered in steel armor appeared on the street.

She was still playing with several other throwing axes in her hands. Behind her, one could see cavalrymen with several carriages.

Seeing that, the soldiers of Philos City were wondering if something had gone wrong.

Judging from the appearance of the figure clad in steel and the people she brought with her, it was likely that they were not soldiers of the Cult of Heraldry.

Rather than a regular army, they should be more like mercenaries.

Then, of course, they should be our partners in the Cathedral.

So-called mercenaries are usually the companions of powerful people who spend money happily.

If you don't ride the horse of victory, there will be no money to pay, and more importantly, if you support the Church of Heraldry, there is a high possibility that you will not be able to do business in the future.

That should be a normal thing and a universal truth.

Yet, why? Why did those mercenaries become allies of the Heraldry Cult? And at the worst possible time?

Is there something wrong?

As if to dispel this hopeless doubt, the Iron Knight—Vivistalinu Galia opened her mouth and spoke loudly.

"We, the Belphein Mercenary Alliance, have hurried here as followers of the Heraldry Cult. Please forgive me, Master Murphy."

It was a clear and transparent sound that rang out under the cold sky.

Chapter 18: The Domain of Lalge An

The clatter of warhorses' hooves filled the air, and Vistalinu Geria spoke.

It was indeed the smooth tone of an educated person, and you really couldn't tell that she was the leader of the mercenaries.

She is very different from Mephistopheles and her sister Brouda. She was called the Iron Princess because she grew up as the daughter of Lord Belphein.

"Please allow me to be disrespectful while I'm on the battlefield. So, what do you think? Although Belphein's mercenaries are not cheap, I promise you they're worth it."

Vestarinu looked at Murphy with her clear eyes and said, with a very gentle smile on her face.

Although Murphy thought that she was a very rigid and pretentious person, both in the past and now, he could not sense that kind of atmosphere from her now.

The reconciliation with Bruda must have had some impact on her, which is cause for celebration.

As for the answer to the question she asked, there is of course only one.

Murphy's lips moved slightly, and she raised her face and opened her mouth.

"Of course. I'd hire you even if I had to sell my horses. Speaking of which, won't Bruda show up?"

Murphy opened his arms and asked as if nothing had happened. The Bruda he knew was not an honest man who would hide in a carriage before a battlefield.

Rather, she is a person who acts decisively and does not care about her life.

Could it be that the reconciliation with Vistalinu has also changed all this? Although in a sense, it may be a good change, it still makes people feel a little lonely.

After hearing the tuition fee, Vistalinu's fingers jumped up, and after these words appeared in her mind, she opened her lips and spoke.

"She seems to be tired from the long journey. Um—she is resting for the time being."

Rest? That Bruda? Murphy thought frankly that maybe she was hungover, but that was just the way it was.

But no matter what, the fact that we have reliable guards will not change.

Thinking of this, Murphy looked at the Philos city soldiers again, then turned his gaze to Rosso who was holding the city wall, and twisted his mouth.

"Well, the actor himself is here. Rozo, what are you going to do? Retreat or advance?"

The answer to that question can be understood by just looking at the feet of the urban soldiers.

The hand axe thrown by Vistalinu, the shattered skull and brain fragments all made them retreat a step.

That won't work. After all, the so-called battlefield will end if you take a step back.

Of course, there is retreat as a tactic, and there are also means of retreating to lure the opponent.

However, if you tremble, become timid, and retreat as if dizzy due to the enemy's attack, you will not be able to move forward again. This is what human beings are like.

The spirit is easily broken, and even if I take another step forward, the courage is probably gone.

In short, they can no longer fight.

Luo Zuo took a deep breath and said.

"...Alright, run if you want, fellow cultists. We have nothing to lose."

Although he couldn't be seen from a distance, his eyes were definitely shining as if they were on fire.

Murphy glanced at Lalge An beside her and asked, "Is this ending okay?"

Ann nodded at his gaze and spoke.

Her lips moved surprisingly smoothly. Even when she was surrounded by soldiers, she must have been thinking about what to say.

"Lord Luo Zuo, please give a message to Lord Filos Tret."

Everyone around was disappointed by that statement.

As the price of forming an alliance with the Church of Heraldry, Philos Tret is now clearly in a position where he is being stoned by the citizens.

Even if the message was delivered, not only would it be useless, it would probably not even reach Philos Tret.

However, as if knowing there would be such a reaction, An raised his face, and one could see that the profile contained a strange heat and color.

"If you surrender Rozo's head and allow Lord Philos Tret to become the ruler of the city of Philos, the Cult of Heraldry will forgive the hostile actions of the citizens of Philos. I convey this."

Ann spoke in a high-pitched voice that echoed throughout the surrounding area.

Murphy, who was listening on the side, couldn't help but mutter.

Is that so? That makes sense. This girl, An, is a close confidant of Saint Madia and serves her.

Then, her character cannot always be kind. It would be better to say that it is normal only when it is distorted, right?

In other words, although An seemed to be talking to Luo Zuo, it was not like that.

She declared this to the citizens, to everyone who could hear her voice.

——Hand over Rosso honestly and restore Philos Tret to power, then they can be saved.

The nature of this is really bad. This is not about what Ann is doing, but how she is doing it.

Although there was something like a smile on his face as usual, it was obvious that An was very unhappy about his plan being ruined.

You can see that there is something that can be called passion in those shaking eyes.

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He was furious, his brain boiling with the heat of anger.

Lalge An's guts remembered the rage that seemed to make the water evaporate from his body.

That can no longer be called emotion, it can only be called crazy passion.

There was anger towards Rosso for betraying him, and also self-blame for not seeing how foolish he was.

It can be said that if you let go of your hand, then death will be the only possibility.

So, there are actually people in this world who are the first to shake hands away.

No, it seemed like there was such a person, standing right next to him in his green military uniform, so, well, that wasn't so bad.

However, it is simply incomprehensible that Luo Zuo also has such thoughts.

At this moment, regret and humiliation gripped An's heart tightly.

Why couldn't I see through him? Why did I conclude in the end that he was just a talker?

Although he had not been spared from his attempt to hold the hand of the Heraldry Cult while being a spy for the Cathedral, he had turned against them here.

The emotions that dominated An's mind included anger, regret, and humiliation.

Only, there is another one.

And that was greater than any other emotion, and it even filled An's thoughts.

At this moment, An was unable to think of anything other than that.

That was shame, it must be the thought of shame, it traveled back and forth in An's mind, ignoring all other feelings and thoughts.

I, who consider my ability to handle people's hearts and negotiate as my talents, was actually in trouble because of betrayal.

And, and.

——And he committed such a great humiliation in front of Lord Hero and Lord Murphy.

Ann's cheeks felt as if they were burning, and even if she relaxed, her eyes would become moist with excessive shame.