After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

At the same time, the fire snake bared its fangs at the devilish fingertips.

Snakes emitting sparks and showing their ferocious fangs were running in the air, as if the flames themselves had their own will. Several fire snakes scattered from Luo Zuo's hands.

It's impossible. Whether it's magic or sorcery, I've never heard of a demon with willpower being produced.

This kind of thing can only exist in the realm of myths and fairy tales, and that's what demonic nature is.

Philos Tret opened his somewhat numb eyes, and then, replacing his immobile lips, he continued speaking in his mind.

——Then, what exactly is the counterpart to that mythical existence?

The sword light and the green shadow ran together, and the slash that cut through the sky directly tore the jaw of the fire snake.

Once, twice, three times, every time the ripples of fire fell on him, he would raise the long sword with black lines on it and cut off the head and jaw of the fire snake.

Philos Tret saw that in his eyes there seemed to be the same enthusiasm as in Rozo's.

Murphy, a man of evil virtues.

That is the name of the person who continues to swing his sword despite facing the devil.

Philos Trett no longer knew what he was looking at, and waves of doubt kept hitting his head.

Until just now, I was waiting to die in prison, but was picked up and taken away by that evil person, and now I am forced to perform this unrealistic drama.

It's inexplicable. I really think I had this dream because I was tripped and died by a demon. It was a very disgusting dream.

However, only the pain that kept attacking her body told her: this is not a drama, but reality.

Philos Trett felt as if his eyes were being tightened, and his fingertips trembled.

Now, the only emotion that appeared deep in her heart was regret.

Why, why didn't I try harder to break free from that evil hand when I was being held by that evil man?

Being allowed to do whatever he wants by such a willful man, there must be a limit to humiliation. What on earth is upsetting me?

Philos Trett was a person with immense pride. In a sense, one could even say that she was imprisoned by that pride.

She could not do anything or behave in a way that was beyond her reserve, and because of this, she could not struggle or act awkwardly.

The dignity of a ruler always bound Philos Tret, but she did not abandon it until her death.

Because this modesty was the oath she had made with her own hands in that righteous family, how could she possibly give it up?

Therefore, until now she has not hated Rosso who whipped her and put her in jail.

Although she has likes and dislikes, her nature as a ruler is still insufficient, and she does not hate the citizens' choices.

But that villain, Murphy, he is not a citizen.

He was an enemy that should be hated, an enemy that could be hated. Thinking of this, Philos Tret's lips trembled in a twisted manner.

Yes, that is the enemy, an abominable existence.

That's why she let her imagination run wild - ah, how hateful it was.

Because of this, she was so anxious that she wanted to strangle him, and her destructive eyes almost spit out red heat.

The battle unfolding before his eyes was about to come to an end.

The fire snakes and pillars of fire controlled by Luo Zuo were all blocked by the black blade.

Murphy's swing followed one after another, as if to say that he knew how to deal with fire, as if the sword had fought the same existence before.

The sword shattered the raging flames. The scene was right in front of him. Murphy swung his hands and swept the sword across.

At the moment when Philos Tret was thinking this, the black that had been drawing fine lines trembled slightly.

Murphy's wide-eyed figure appeared in the field of vision.

What on earth had happened? Although he was just watching from the sidelines and had no idea why, he did stop at that moment.

Will the evil snake let go of this opportunity?

Philos Tret couldn't help but blink, and when she opened her eyes again, what she saw was Murphy's figure with her right arm being swallowed by the fire snake.

My heart is so hot.

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"--what!?"

Murphy felt as if his right arm was bitten by a fang of fire, and he couldn't help but loosen his right hand that was holding the sword.

The feeling went beyond the limits of heat and pain, and it felt as if something was lost in the body and was gradually decaying.

In order not to miss this opportunity, the fire snake biting the right arm opened its jaw exaggeratedly, probably wanting to tear the arm off and tear it into pieces.

Seeing the fire snake's movements, Murphy stomped his feet hard on the ground, forced his waist, swung his left arm, and then with the momentum of digging out his right arm, stabbed the sword into the fire snake.

Heat and sharp pain crushed my right arm at the same time.

At the last moment, the fire snake spit out sparks as if sneering, and its body was scattered in the night.

Seeing her right arm freed, Murphy felt a little relieved.

However, at the same time, the pain and burning heat also made his breathing disordered. He gritted his teeth, kicked the roof, and reflexively kept a distance from Luo Zuo.

The next moment, Murphy's eyes froze.

He had lost feeling in his right wrist and probably couldn't use it anymore, or perhaps just letting it hang down without getting in the way was already his limit.

But that's not the danger.

Before she knew it, Murphy's clenched molars made a twisted sound.

Besides his right arm, he could also easily feel the heat from the fire snake's fangs.

——His heart was burning, as if it could burst into flames right now.

A whimper escaped Murphy's throat, and the breath that came out of her mouth could even be thought of as fire itself.

The throat was burning and the lungs began to ulcerate. It felt like being torn apart not from the outside, but from the inside.

What's going on? What happened?

With his mind filled with confusion, Murphy desperately stuck his legs, which were about to collapse, on the roof to stabilize his body.

"It took so long until you lost your temper. Is your body being protected by something, enemy?"

Luo Zuo said coldly while knocking on the red tiles.

His body, inhabited by burning flames, could be seen approaching this side. Perhaps having decided that the Fire Snake was no longer needed, Luo Zuo did not wave his arms, but simply walked forward.

To be honest, I don’t know what happened, but what is certain is that this heat was caused by that guy Luo Zuo. In that case, I can only kill him first.

Thinking of this, Murphy gripped the sword tightly with his free left hand.

However, at that moment, his eyes widened and a burning feeling boiled up in his body.

"That heat is no longer mine, it's yours, Murphy Brigant."

Luo Zuo muttered, and continued speaking with an expression of venting.

"As long as we are human, we will harbor hatred and be jealous of others. That is fire. Fire will inevitably burn us to ashes."

The flames that made up Rozo erupted again and burned.

The only thing that remains unchanged is those eyes, which still shine as if they are longing for something.

"My enemy, you and I are the same, right? Then burn everything. After all, there is too much fuel for hatred in this world."

At the same time as those words came out, Murphy's heart began to burn.

Chapter 33: Same Kind and Same Species

—Then who will kill me, huh?

In front of the city gate of Philos, from the moment he heard his words, Luo Zuo felt a sense of certainty in his heart.

That was the strange certainty that he, Murphy, must be the same as himself.

As the leader of the soldiers, he exposed himself to the enemy, stuck his head out, and shouted to God, "Come and kill me."

Yes, he is the same, just like himself, he does not feel that his life is important at all.

Moreover, there is no doubt that deep down in his heart he dislikes something, even hates something.

Although he didn't know who that person was, he must have been harboring feelings for him that he couldn't hide.

Because of this, Luo Zuo thought, Murphy, he is neither evil nor evil in nature, he is his own kind and also his brilliant enemy.

"Don't you think this world is full of shit? My enemies are my own kind."

Luo Zuo parted his burned lips and spoke lightly, as if to start a conversation, letting his talent take effect.

In this world, whether evil or righteous, everyone hates someone somewhere.

Today I couldn’t eat bread, couldn’t lie in bed, my parents were killed in front of my eyes, my daughter was toyed with by soldiers, and my lover’s corpse was trampled on the battlefield. The seeds of misfortune and hatred were everywhere.

Despite this, these guys always look like they have nothing to do with hatred, as if they think this idea is correct.

However, once they have an outlet to vent, they will pour out their feelings like crazy.

Isn't that what the citizens of Philos are like?

The person he admired, Philos Tret, was an upright person. She cared about and loved the citizens, and sometimes even took the initiative to take on roles that would make people hate her.

As a ruler, she is more correct than anyone else and more worthy of the position of ruler than anyone else.

But what did it matter? As long as she was hung with a board labeled "immoral person" around her neck, the citizens would throw stones at her at best, or beat her with sticks at worst. There were only a few people who wanted to protect her.

In the final analysis, those bastards have nothing in their heads. They are just instigated by hatred to become confused puppets, and they just make a living like this every day.

This is hilarious, like a third-rate comedian.

Because of this, Luo Zuo thought, those bastards should get what they deserve.

At the same time, we must also teach her the right thing to do. In this world, there is only hatred and malice, and that is the correct attitude.

Luo Zuo continued speaking, a self-deprecating smile on his face, his lips moving in the flames.

"Having said that, I'm not denying hatred, but rather affirming all the hatred in this world."

Luo Zuo thought that precisely because it was such a thing, everything about it should be burned to ashes.

Take along those who deny hatred, treat hatred as nothing, and those actors who claim they are right.

Knock down all these bastards, let the hatred in your heart burn, let it boil, and let the world be filled with true hatred.

Luo Zuo believed that this was the true attitude of the world. He could even say with certainty that burning hatred was his root and his original source.

"It's the same with you, fellow creature. The fuel that brought you here is hatred."

Luo Zuo spoke loudly to Murphy, who was breathing heavily and opening her eyes wide in front of him.

Murphy's sight only went through Rosso.

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Hate, hate? Murphy whispered softly in his heart. Listening to Luo Zuo's light words, a scene appeared in his eyes.

It was the memory of the journey he had taken, the underground he had seen.

So, what was it at that end, the thing that filled his heart and drove his body forward?

At this point, there is absolutely no need to ask any further questions.

As Rosso said, it was a suffocating hatred, a selfish, ubiquitous and ugly emotion.

This is a fact, how can it be denied today?

The sun-like hero has everything that he doesn't have, and the elites of the Knights have strength that he can't match. In addition, there is the magician, the elf princess, and Ella.

They are all dazzling and so bright that they are untouchable.

It's really disgusting and makes people jealous.

I have been trampled upon, my dignity has been kicked away, I have suffered countless humiliations, and I have gnashed my teeth countless times at those existences that I could never reach with willpower alone.

Those days without redemption and without any respect are sickening to think about.

If I think about it this way, Luo Zuo and I are indeed of the same kind. It must be like that. Since that guy once lived the same life as me, I should really hold the hand he extends to me.

There is indeed something in Luo Zuo's words that makes people think so.

Murphy felt his heart was burning hot, he twisted his lips and raised his cheeks and said.