After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Just lie down on the ground like this. The enemies will disappear, and you might even regain enough energy to move around a little.

Moreover, it would be a blessing if the current situation of imminent death could be avoided.

If there were no need to face such a terrifying existence, nothing would be better.

Already, I wanted to escape quickly. Facing all this, it was a mistake.

Yes, it must be so, there is no doubt about it - no doubt about it, what? Is that the truth?

Bruda's still shaking left hand was clenched tightly together, his mouth opened, and his brown eyes opened.

"What are you talking about, you——!"

Like this, roaring in the night.

Perhaps because she had forced her throat open, the blood in her mouth flowed back down, and Bruda couldn't help coughing. Despite this, she still gasped and stammered.

Although she could no longer tell whether it was a scream or something else, she could at least understand that this was an inappropriate posture for an assassin.

Prepared to have his flesh and blood torn to pieces, Bruda kicked the roof hard with his feet, changed his posture on the red bricks, and knelt down.

Is this what it means to tear flesh? The bent bones screamed in the body, and the screams turned into severe pain that attacked the body.

The body is whispering, don't move, it's fatal.

Of course I know about that. Bruda's teeth were chattering, something close to tears welled up in his eyes, and he took a breath.

Of course I knew, my body had reached its limit, and it would be foolish to defy that monster.

The fear has not completely left this body. No matter how much I want my body to boil with heat, that fact will never change.

But, in a place like this, crawling and dying like a defeated dog, this kind of death is better to forget.

Blood flowed from his head and his heart was emitting a blazing heat.

Bruda's spirit is by no means strong; it breaks easily, dissolves simply, and gives up everything so easily.

However, no matter how this spirit collapses, it will soon be forcibly stacked up, struggling desperately to reassemble into some form.

After all, she is so presumptuous and so unsophisticated.

Don’t take failure as failure. Even if you are lying on the ground and someone is stepping on your face, no matter how ugly you look, it is not a failure if you don’t admit it.

It was precisely because of this distorted mental state that she did not choose to commit suicide even after her father was killed in shame and her mother and sister were taken away by violence.

Although he expected death, he did not choose to escape. After a careless and casual review, he still refused to accept all the facts in his heart.

——No matter how powerless or ugly I am, I haven’t lost yet.

Bruda stood up dragging his broken right arm, and dyed the red bricks black with his blood.

Luo Zuo stopped at some point and looked here.

"Hello again, Mr. Demon. You don't want to kill me—no, you don't want to kill me, huh?"

He smiled as if trying to pull up his scratched cheek.

No, I can’t move at all. It’s a pity I could still shout.

But despite this, I haven't lost, so I must put on a smile.

The vision was dim and he couldn't even tell how Rosso was looking at this side. At that moment, Bruda spat out the blood clot that was blocking his throat again.

--call out.

I heard a sound like something heavy, tearing the wind.

Almost at the same time, the heat wave wrapped in the air exploded, and the sound of Rosso's footsteps that had been echoing since just now also stopped.

What had happened? Bruda was no longer able to grasp it, not even to think about understanding the situation. His strength naturally ebbed from him.

But, I think that's fine.

Because as long as you hear that floating voice in your ears, you will know who it is.

"Hey, Bruda, come on, I don't want to see my long-lost friend in a coffin."

Ah, I knew that he was the only one who could talk about himself in terms of his friends without any hesitation.

Chapter 30 The Unquenchable Fire

It was a strange sight.

Luo Zuo, the man who introduced himself as such, had a dagger stuck in his back and a throwing axe bitten in his stomach. Blood plasma flew in the air as if it had been released from his body, tainting the night.

Normally, that alone would easily kill someone.

Even if it can more or less maintain its shape, after a few minutes the heart will begin to slack off and the soul will be forced to leave the body.

However, Luo Zuo showed no signs of this, instead he seemed to be bathing in his own blood, which even further highlighted his sturdy demeanor.

A closer look revealed that the blood around him was bubbling and the weapon that had pierced his body was twisted.

Luo Zuo's whole body seemed to be heating up, or like a vortex of flames. It was neither magic nor a curse.

The image of the divine beast he saw in the mercenary city of Belphein appeared in front of Murphy's eyes. At the same time, a voice he didn't want to hear rang in the depths of his ears.

That inexplicably solemn and harsh sound seemed to be slowly chipping away at bones.

Just like that, Murphy nodded and understood.

Luo Zuo is no longer a human being, but the result of God's snap of fingers, a fierce apostle, a demon or something like that.

"So, how do I kill you? Vistalinu, I leave Bruda to you."

However, even a demon would be distracted the moment a weapon bites him.

And now, in order to reach Bruda, all he needed was that moment.

It was not known whether he was thrown away or he had created distance on his own, but Bruda was now standing opposite Rosso, his body standing on the edge of the roof, beaten so badly that he could hardly stand up.

Even from a distance, Murphy could clearly see her covered in wounds and spitting blood.

Is this the man who did this? This bastard hurt my friend... In an instant, Murphy's heart was filled with a fiery emotion like a burning flame.

At the same time, after hearing his words, Vistalinu suddenly stepped on the red bricks with her toes, as if to say that she understood.

It was no easy task to stop her as she charged forward with her battle axe raised.

So, until Vistalinu arrives at Bruda, it will be my job to attract Rosso's attention. It's great, easy to understand, and very much in line with my personality.

Thinking of this, Murphy raised his eyes slightly, stood in a position where he could protect Philos Tret who was sitting on the roof, and drew his sword.

The silver blade with a black line engraved on it flickered in the darkness like a hissing sound.

At the same time, Murphy was thinking about how to attract Rosso's attention.

However, incredibly, Rosso seemed to be completely uninterested in Vistalinu who was running by and Bruda who was lying on the ground. He just opened his eyes wide and looked straight at Murphy.

"I cannot wait any longer, my enemies, for I have heard that wild dogs thirsty for blood will come here."

Luo Zuo's eyes were as fierce as if they were filled with hellish fire, and his voice was completely different from the one heard at the city gate.

His attitude at the time was quite gentlemanly, but now it was as if he was spitting out all the thorny emotions intact.

Murphy exhaled a breath from her mouth and spoke.

"Wild dogs only crave meat. Those who crave blood are always humans or gods. What about you, Luo Zuo?"

Murphy said lightly, while turning his gaze to Rosso.

The dagger and the thrown axe that should have stabbed his body had lost their sharp edges and were thrown powerlessly onto the roof.

The wounds they inflicted seemed to be slowly blocked by the smoke, perhaps because the heat forced the wounds to heal.

In fact, Murphy thought that he should not fight with such a monster and demon now.

Now is different from Belphein's time. Filia and Frodo are not here. Although An is appointed as the liaison officer, it is too optimistic to expect reinforcements to arrive immediately.

Besides, Bruda and Vestarinu can't be relied upon either; they can't help much, not to mention Philos Tret.

So, does that mean I have to handle everything by myself? What the hell, that's taking it a bit too easy.

At this moment, Rosso's voice rang in Murphy's ears.

"I see. Then you and I are both human beings, Murphy—Murphy Brigant."

Luo Zuo's expression looked very happy, but there was always a sense of danger. This dangerous state was just like a person who was barely holding up his body because of his high spirits.

Therefore, if you were blown away by the heat even for a moment, you would die instantly.

But I never expected to be called the Great Demon Brigante by someone who had clearly turned into a demon. No matter how I looked at it, wasn't that guy Rosso more demonic than me? This bastard was incredibly shameless.

But, well, if it weren't for that, I'm afraid there would be no rebellion.

Murphy watched as Rozo spoke and took a step towards them.

That was not a casual step, but a step taken with the purpose of demonstrating to this side.

Just by doing this, the red tiles at his feet exploded, and the fragments turned into weapons, bouncing towards him in the air.

The tearing pain was dull on the skin. The bricks were aimed at the cheeks and eyes, which meant that they were intended to use them as a decoy.

Just as Murphy expected, at the end of his vision, he saw Rosso raising his arms as if he was about to fly.

Thus, the distance between him and Luo Zuo disappeared in an instant.

Two steps left.

Perhaps some red brick fragments got into his eyes, Murphy squinted his eyes instantly, his vision became blurry, and only his skin could feel the approaching heat wave from Rosso.

One step left.

Murphy felt a fierce pressure on her cheek, as if the pressure could easily crush her skull, and it was gradually approaching her.

After that, step zero—opportunity.

At that moment, Murphy opened his eyes wide, and the sword roared, drawing a line in the air that was deeper than the night, running from the upper right to the lower left.

The sound of the flash that split the space in two echoed happily in my ears.

The sword's blade bit into the enemy's flesh, causing blood to spurt.

There was a solid feeling ahead, the peculiar feeling of a blow struck at a vital part of the body—the spine.

The discordant sound of flesh and bones intertwining in the body hit Murphy's earlobe, and at the same time, Rosso's internal organs let out a mournful cry of being torn apart.

The blood splattered on his wrists and cheeks had a strange heat, and it seemed that he could hear the sound of something burning, but that thing was irrelevant to Murphy.

After Luo Zuo's upper body was cut off at the shoulder, he took advantage of the momentum of swinging the sword and rammed his shoulder into Luo Zuo's body.

For him, it would be great if he could just knock Rosso away like a charge.

However, it was too heavy. Even though he used all his weight to hit it, Luo Zuo only took a step back.

No matter how you think about it, this is impossible. This is simply not a weight that a human can possess.

Suddenly, a spinal-numbing touch and pressure struck Murphy's body, and he instantly jumped up and twisted half his body.

The next moment, the space he had been in until just now was dug out by Luo Zuo's palm.

On his fingertips, you can see something like flame.

Indeed, if a certain part of the body had received that blow, the flesh would have been gouged out immediately, the blood would have boiled, and then death would have occurred.

However, just as a blade that cannot tear flesh is meaningless, a flame that cannot singe the skin is also meaningless.

Perhaps because of the forced aiming and the outstretched palm, Luo Zuo's posture tilted greatly.

Murphy brought the sword back to its original position and clenched his fingers slightly.

Although he is a demon that can dissolve weapons and cannot be harmed, his appearance is still that of a human.

In that case, all we need to do is cut off his limbs or body so that he can no longer move.

Even if we can't completely kill him, making him unable to move will have the same effect.

If he could swing his sword faster than the weapon could catch fire, if he could tear his body apart faster than the wounds could hide, it would be over.

So Murphy took half a step forward.

The distance now is enough. It is better to say that this is not just the distance to chop meat, but also the bones.

Murphy felt a hotter breath coming towards her.

He narrowed his eyes, stood firmly on his feet, and moved his body with his waist as if drawing a circle. The black blade swung out as if it had become one with his arm.

Instantly, a black semicircle carved into the space, splitting it in two. A few moments later, a red line appeared on Luo Zuo's abdomen.