After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

A flash of blood cut Luo Zuo in two.

The real feeling of touch filled Murphy's hands, the unique feeling of removing abdominal internal organs, and the subtle numbness when chopping bones.

Luo Zuo's torso seemed to have lost its support and slid down from his lower body.

Murphy looked at Rosso, who had his eyes wide open and his hand stretched out to him with a crazy look.

However, the fingertips could not reach it.

There was only a slight heat burning Murphy's cheeks.

On the red tiles, Luo Zuo, who had turned into two pieces of meat, was lying there. He vomited a lot of blood and vomit, and the sound of burning bricks and the edges of his military uniform could be heard in his ears.

Well, it would make me feel much more at ease if you could just die like this.

Thinking of this, Murphy waved the sword in the air, brushing off the sticky blood on the sword, and a burnt smell came to his nose.

The body was cut in two, the shoulder was torn, and the internal organs fell down with a burning smell. There was death that was unquestionable and inescapable.

However, how much does this common sense have in common with this demon?

Regardless, the existence similar to this one that I had seen before, even after being split into two by the destroyed incarnation - Eltis, still did not die.

In that case, Luo Zuo should not die.

"——How ruthless! An impatient hunter will lose his prey."

It was not so much a sound as it was the sound of burning fire overlapping and forming the appearance of language.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Zuo's body had discarded the shell of flesh and blood and was wrapped in flames, as if saying that he no longer needed a body wrapped in flesh and blood and skin, and let them burn.

Murphy bit her lip and snorted.

"Come on, you touched my friend. I don't really need to be open with you, do I?"

As Murphy said this to the dead burning in the flames, she felt a strange enthusiasm brewing in her heart.

Chapter 31 The Devil and My Friend

The dim heat melted the air, stripping away the humanoid appearance.

It was no longer possible to tell whether there was any flesh and blood left there. All one could see was the fire gathering together, tangling and playing, and in an instant, it formed a human-like shape.

But that bastard Luo Zuo was right in front of him, and he said with his eyes shining.

"Unfortunately, I cannot die. My death has long been strangled. Now this body is nothing more than a walking, moving ghost."

The undead - a person who died but whose death was not clean - so that's what it is. I've heard this word somewhere before. Yes, I have heard of it.

Crackling, flames burning the night sky distorted the surrounding scenery.

Although flames rose all around Luo Zuo, the flames did not illuminate the surroundings at all.

Rather, due to the dim flames, the surroundings seemed even darker.

Murphy held the sword in both hands, narrowed his eyes, and thought.

The enemy has already transformed into flames, so can this thing still be killed? Moreover, the enemy is a demon, so we can't simply assume that he can only control flames.

In the past, in Murphy's unbearable journey, there was also this person, or to be more precise, this kind of person.

They manipulate something other than magic and spells, and trample upon humans as a matter of course.

It was a demonic existence that suddenly appeared after a great disaster and frightened mankind.

After all, it is an existence that humans have never seen or heard of so far. People will naturally be afraid of things that are out of reach, and they cannot understand invisible things.

So, at some point, people started giving those things names.

In order to describe these anomalies that are beyond human comprehension, people named them "demons" from the mythological era.

The executioner, the enemy of the human race, the one with the devil's name—in the final analysis, he was called a demon.

And because of the same abnormality and the fact that they are also enemies of humans, people classify them as creatures similar to "demons".

But it is obvious that the demons are completely different from the demons living in the easternmost part of the continent. Their existence is more terrifying than the demons - or the dragon species, not to mention that the dragon species are also the targets of the demons.

The meat beast seen in Belphein was, after all, just a very ferocious monster.

This Luo Zuo, however, is rational, speaks language, and displays human posture.

Nevertheless, this existence itself is heresy.

Incredibly, compared to those alien monsters, the guys here are actually more terrifying.

"What? Even the undead will die one day, and what a coincidence, it's today."

So, why is this demon here, and he is transformed from a human named Luo Zuo?

It was impossible to know this kind of thing, but as a fact, it was right in front of us, so there was only one thing to do.

Murphy raised his sword, opened his mouth slightly, and danced unconsciously to keep a distance from the other party.

There was a slight bead of sweat licking his cheeks. Was it because of the heat emitted by the demon, or was it because of something else?

The flames swayed in the wind. No, it was Rosso's arm, which had now become a pillar of fire, that was spewing flames across the sky.

The flames that rose into the air swung like a whip, devouring the red bricks that they touched.

The situation was just like what you see in a fantasy story.

Could such a thing really happen? His mind refused to comprehend what was reflected in his vision, yet the heat on his cheek told him that it was indeed the case.

So at this moment, my life is just a blink of an eye.

Instinctively kicking towards the red bricks, Murphy jumped backwards, his spinal cord screaming that he had to do this.

The next moment, the flames appeared before his eyes.

Although it was only a brief moment, Luo Zuo's flames still enveloped his entire body, and the excessive heat burned his lungs.

In just a moment, an almost impossible amount of heat was blown into his body, and even his esophagus felt like it was going to reflux.

Following the momentum of his falling body, Murphy fled into the darkness of the night, forcing out the heated air in his lungs.

His internal organs were groaning as if they were swollen, and his heart was beating non-stop as if he had a high fever.

I see, this is the demon's attack.

Murphy trembled and raised her cheek quietly. Although it was a heavy blow, something still emerged deep in her heart.

As if to leave no time for breathing, Luo Zuo slowly raised his left arm, and then swung it out like a whip.

His left arm turned into flames, and the flames turned into flaming snakes that swam in the air.

Looking at the flaming snake, Murphy exhaled a still hot breath from the moment.

To face a guy like this, someone like Eltis or Frodo would be more suitable.

As if responding to the flames, Murphy opened half of his body, then got into position and cut off the flames with his sword.

In an instant, the back of my hand was slightly burned, and a burnt smell hit my nose.

This is natural. Under normal circumstances, killing flames is already very abnormal.

Ignoring his burning skin, Murphy retracted his wrist and swung his sword as if following the path carved by the flaming snake.

In an instant, the pillar of fire in front of him was torn apart as if it were swept by a violent storm.

The boundary between the body and the left arm was where the shoulder should have been, but the sword had dug out that place.

Luo Zuo's body was wrapped in flames. Although he couldn't even tell whether there was any flesh there, he could definitely feel something in his hands. It was indeed the feeling of cutting off bones and flesh.

The flames swayed as if struggling. In Luo Zuo's body, which had turned into a vortex of flames, only his eyes were close at hand, shining brightly.

Although there seemed to be some flesh left, it would gradually fall off every time it was chopped.

Was that the reason? The next attack Luo Zuo unleashed was beyond the capabilities of a human.

Luo Zuo stretched out his right hand, which had turned into flames, and grabbed the air with his palm.

Just like that, just like that—the air exploded.

In an instant, Murphy's ears were pierced by a block of air with the sound and momentum of a gunpowder explosion.

Although I don't understand what's going on, there must be a limit to outrageousness, right? Murphy couldn't help but complain in her heart.

At this moment, he couldn't even tell whether the feeling on his face was burning or painful.

However, even so, a certain idea emerged in the depths of his heart.

As if consumed by enthusiasm, Murphy took a step forward and opened his eyes wide. Perhaps sparks appeared in his eyes, as he inexplicably felt a heat in the corners of his eyes.

As if showing it to the sky, Murphy thrust the sword forward with a momentum that could soar straight into the sky.

The sword traced a trajectory through the flames, its black blade carving a line in the sky.

——The wind was howling, and the flames wrapped around the flesh were defeated by the sword, leaving only a small amount of Luo Zuo's flesh exposed.

Murphy continued to swing the sword, brushing away the entangled flames. The sparks that were thrown off the sword seemed to gather together and make some dry and bitter sound.

"Excuse me, this isn't my first time fighting in fire."

This guy named Luo Zuo still has some human-like parts left somewhere.

Indeed, although he looked like a demon, the tactics he used were not those of a normal person.

Yet, for some reason, even though it had transformed into flame itself, it still retained its human form.

The way he walked, the way he waved his arms, the way his eyes moved, everything was the same as when he was a human, and he was a complete amateur when it came to fighting.

Then, I won't die either, and I don't care whether it knows or not, but I can't die.

Compared to this kind of thing, Filia's sword flash is more murderous, and Ames Castina's attack is more stable. If compared with the master, Rosso's attack lacks that kind of viciousness.

Now Murphy is convinced that the current Rosso is indeed a monster called the demon, but he is still a human in some ways.

Although I don't know why, it is certain that if that's the case, I should kill him now and chop off his head.

The current demon would probably decay without even knowing his own origin - the "Original Text".

In the past, when Altis shattered the life of the undead, he would shatter the flesh until not even a scrap remained, and then devour it clean with a spell.

But Murphy really couldn't do that. Besides, he couldn't even use magic, let alone spells. It would be difficult to crush Rosso's body.

But the strange thing was that his internal organs did not freeze because of fear. Instead, he felt a strange enthusiasm. If possible, he even wanted to ask: What's wrong with me?

But, this should be taken for granted, right? After all, wasn't this guy, this demon who calls himself Luo Zuo, the culprit who attacked my friend? How dare you do this!

For some reason, Murphy had been feeling nauseous since a while ago, and an indescribable feeling of anxiety was crawling up her back.

But that's a given, isn't it?

There was once a group of people who treated me, a mere ditch rat, as a human being. It was those people who held my hand when I could only sip mud and bow my head in misery.

This is an emotion that is completely different from the admiration and yearning for heroes. It should be called family affection or friendship.

Because of this, although Bruda currently has no way of knowing about my situation and probably doesn’t have any feelings about it, in my heart, that guy will always be my bad friend.

Others regretted having caused her to die once.

Murphy's heart was beating like a burning flame, making a sound.

"Just burn to ashes right here. Don't worry, I'll do my best to help you die."

A painful burning sensation filled my heart.

Chapter 32 The Heat of Climbing

——This scene is like a fictional drama.

Sitting down the body that whimpered with every breath, Philos Tret swallowed.

As her throat moved, her limbs began to ache again, but she seemed to forget all this and just stared at the scene before her.

There, there were two swaying shadows.

On one side is the demonic flame.

Was it the devil that became human, or was it the human that became the devil? Once upon a time, it was just a person who called himself "Rozo".

As long as the devil raises one hand, a hot wind and heat wave will blow around.

It was far from a natural flame, and it was not produced by magic.

In the final analysis, it was not created for human use at all, but was simply released with the violent power to devour human lives.

Every time that thing gently opened its palm, the darkness would be torn apart by the flames, and it could even be said that the night itself was burned.