After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

A huge heat emanated from the demon's body.

The heat was enough to cause the entire mansion to collapse, melting steel and distorting the surrounding air.

Smacking his lips, Bruda threw away the long needle between his fingers. Although it was a rather reckless move, there was no other way. Now he felt that his fingers would be burned just by holding it.

Then, Bruda's back suddenly spasmed as if he was afraid.

To put it bluntly, this is the worst situation now. The long needle as a weapon is useless and even its use is restricted.

The demons described in history are servants of the great demon king and enemies of humanity. Most of them are killed by heroes or brave men.

But I am just a mortal, so it is impossible for me to stab them with the blade in a gorgeous way, nor can I come up with any perfect strategy.

Bruda inhaled the heated air and exhaled it.

Then, struggle as ugly as you can.

At least you have to stick with it until your limbs are broken. Then, maybe your employer will say that you have done a good job and recognize you.

This thought, which could be said to be both tragic and foolish, emerged deep in Bruda's heart.

This is because Bruda was strangely convinced in his mind that he could no longer be saved.

After all, it's not just the needles that get hot.

Bruda gritted his teeth and swallowed hard.

——Even his own body was hot, as if the heat was gushing out from his internal organs.

Is it too late? Bruda whispered, laughing softly.

In the end, the figure of his employer appeared in his eyes.

Chapter 28: Bell Ringing

Feeling the heat that seemed to be about to overflow from his mouth, Luo Zuo blinked slightly.

He felt as if something in his body had been transformed and replaced, but surprisingly, he didn't feel uncomfortable.

No, it’s more like a refreshing feeling. This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way.

——After all, for some reason, half of my life has always been buried by the things I long for.

I have always longed for status, money, beauty, and, more than anything else, for correctness.

However, no matter how much you pray or stretch out your hands, you cannot reach them. Even if you risk your life for years, they will never fall into your hands.

It is better to say that the more you yearn for something, the further it goes away. Even if you think you have finally obtained something, it will soon slip away from your hands.

Therefore, there is nothing in Luo Zuo's hands until now, not even a piece of sand is left.

It is for this reason that Luo Zuo yearns for something, hoping to grasp something, hoping to leave something behind.

For this, he prayed again and again, and then again and again gave up everything in his longing.

So, from some point on, Luo Zuo's wish was no longer to hope to catch something.

Hatred for his longings and the rage to burn them out became Luo Zuo's new wish.

So Luo Zuo thought that this was exactly what he expected.

Heat surged from the internal organs, and the body, whose blood had already dried up, was miraculously able to continue moving.

Doesn't this look like a monster or a demon? It's impossible to believe it's human.

But, so what if it’s not human?

Be it a monster or a demon, this is exactly what I wish for.

As the one who made the wish, this is exactly what I hope for, so isn't this all that matters?

In an instant, Luo Zuo felt that something important had fallen from the depths of his head.

What is that? I don't know, but since I don't know, it doesn't matter.

As long as one is a human being, everyone will have envy and hatred, and that feeling is the flame of yearning.

The upright will burn out their integrity, and the crooked will burn out their crookedness. No one can escape from this flame, and emotions will burn the body to ashes.

Whether it was the assassin, Philos Tret, or even that evil being, as long as it was a creature with emotions and aspirations, it could definitely be killed.

The solemn bell sounds echoed in Luo Zuo's ears, which was very comfortable, as if this body carried the revelation and gospel.

This world, which had never smiled at him until now, seemed to have finally turned its attention to him.

It was like bowing to the gods and being granted salvation, and bliss descended upon my ears.

Okay, okay, as long as your expectations are met, nothing else is needed.

As the solemn bells rang, an inexplicable sound struck my earlobes.

——The plundering beast guarded its body with incomparable determination, the burning undead lost its death, everything was just as they wished.

However, Luo Zuo could no longer hear the mocking sound.

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As heat gushed out of Rosso's body, the long needles inserted into his joints melted away like candy.

Bruda frowned slightly as she felt the heat in her eyes, and several words ran through her mind.

The reborn, the undead, the darling of the night.

Luo Zuo, who caught the long needle with the front of his body and remained calm, really looked like those things.

But, this is surely just a foolish delusion.

Because such heresy is a product of the mythological era, or even a product of the era before the death of the main god Artius.

There are no heroes chosen by fate, no brave men favored by gods, and no magic that can bring people back to life in this world. Only a few remnants are left.

Yes, there is nothing left.

Then there is only one thing to do, which is to roll your body on the stage.

Bruda grabbed the long needles hidden in her chest and threw them all at Rozo with force, her wrist making a twisting sound.

The silver needle running in the night, like a dazzling meteor, flies through the air, meeting the fate of burning out in the end.

The long needle now couldn't even dig out Luo Zuo's flesh and blood.

Of course, Bruda himself knew about that kind of thing.

Besides, the opponent will not be afraid even if he is pierced, so the thrown needle can only be used as a decoy at most.

At least, that's what Bruda did.

The long needle thrown out of his hand instantly burned after touching Rosso's heat. In the brief moment when the long needle turned into smoke, as if to sneak into that opportunity, Bruda's foot suddenly kicked towards the red brick.

Judging from Luo Zuo's posture and behavior, he is indeed an abnormal monster.

However, judging only by his fighting movements, he was simply an amateur, and perhaps he had never even had any fighting experience.

Then, we should attack that place as a weak point.

Feeling the unusual heat rising in his heart, Bruda jumped up, his driving ankle groaning.

Then, she saw Luo Zuo appear before her.

He was indeed an amateur, his eyes couldn't even follow Bruda's movements, and this was Bruda's opportunity.

The needle certainly didn't work, and perhaps even the iron sword couldn't touch his flesh, but maybe he could try to grab one of his arms and throw him off the roof to the ground.

Even so, this monster should still be able to hold on to some extent. After all, it is not known whether this human concept can kill the demon.

However, doing it is better than doing nothing.

Bruda wrapped his hands around Rosso's defenseless right arm, tightened his grip as if to break his joints, and then twisted his body to disrupt his center of gravity.

Attacking the joints to shift the center of gravity is a common tactic used in alley fights.

If Bruda used all her weight, even with her slender body, she could easily throw a man away.

In the past, Bruda had used this deft technique to smash men's heads directly into brick walls.

However, the prerequisite for achieving that is that the opponent is still an ordinary human being.

At this moment, Bruda deeply realized this.

No matter how much weight she put on him, Rozo's body didn't move at all.

It was like trying to drag a dragon by its tail and throw it away. It was simply impossible to do. You couldn't even move a finger.

Now, Bruda felt the feeling of losing blood not just in his back, but in all parts of his body.

For a moment, her eyes froze.

"——Goodbye, be happy."

As if to say that everything was over, a look of madness appeared on Rosso's face with his eyeballs peeled off, and his teeth were so sharp that people thought they were the fangs of a beast.

Just like that, Bruda's hands that were wrapped around Rosso's arms were easily thrown away, and her body was also thrown out at the same time.

——Hey, wow

Whether this actually replaced something called sound, Bruda wasn't sure.

All she could clearly understand were the wind particles bouncing off her ears and the facts that were shaking in her head like a storm.

Not only was he unable to tell the front from the back, he couldn't tell the ups from the downs from the left to the right. He couldn't even grasp his current posture.

The only thing I could understand was the heart and internal organs complaining loudly about the heat that felt like it was burning me.

Chapter 29: Shattered and Twisted Will

——Dong

That was the sound of something falling to the ground.

It took a long time for Bruda to finally understand the situation.

His body was hit hard against the red bricks, and his head seemed to be broken and was bleeding.

The passion in his heart had become distorted, emitting a blazing heat that enveloped his entire body, as if it was about to burn it out.

When I came to my senses, my right hand was already pointed at an impossible angle, and my body seemed like it would collapse if I just moved my fingertips.

It’s even more incredible that he’s still alive now, despite having endured such a huge shock.

Only after experiencing it with this body can one truly understand that it is an existence that can easily crush humans with just one arm.

Without a doubt, it was the demon.

Ah, how horrible, how frightening. Fear gnawed at his neck, and Bruda's teeth chattered involuntarily.

It was just by chance that I was thrown onto the roof.

Did the monster just happen to lose control of its strength, or did it simply not consider anything? If it had been thrown outside the roof, I would probably be dead by now.

In the darkness of the night, his bones shattered and he died tragically in a pool of blood.

Saved, Bruda couldn't help but think so.

At this moment, the momentum has disappeared, and all that remains is fear, fear of that thing.

In Bruda's heart, the pillar hidden within his body was shattered by a single blow and scattered all over the ground. The determination in his heart also melted away easily like a melted needle.

Originally, the girl named Bruda was just an ordinary person.

At that time in the past, he had abandoned everything and only hoped for death, and finally, through the hands of his own sister, he rotted on the land of Belphein.

For someone like her, happiness meant living an ordinary life as a country girl, walking on roads without storms and blizzards.

She was just an ordinary human being. If fate hadn't gotten angry, she would have been just a girl who would never take up arms in her life.

But now, she called herself a mercenary, and spent her days like sharpening her body with a file, and finally came here.

She is neither as strong as Filia, nor as faithful as Mattia, nor as strong as Murphy.

She came here alone with nothing.

Bruda's body was bleeding and slowly decaying.

Perhaps because she was lying on the ground, she could clearly hear the footsteps gradually moving away from her.

I'm afraid that guy named Luo Zuo thinks he is dead, or he simply feels that there is no point in doing it himself.

Bruda lay on his side, thinking with his dying breath.