After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"Rozo, I can't deny what you said. I'm used to hatred, and I don't know how many times I've been jealous. In this sense, you and I are indeed the same kind."

No matter how hard he struggled, Murphy could not deny the hatred in his heart. He thought that he would have to live with this dark thing entangled in his internal organs forever.

but.

He twisted his lips and continued speaking.

"—But, we are the same kind, but different species. The only difference is that you burn it, and I yearn for it, that's all."

There was a dull pain in his temple, and Murphy barely held the sword with his left hand, breathing heavily.

The breath exhaled from his throat was so hot that it seemed to burn his respiratory tract. In fact, every time he uttered a sentence or a word, his trachea would be burned by this heat.

However, he still had to say it, because this was the only thing he could not tolerate no matter what - because from the beginning to the end, he had never thought of burning the heroes he admired with hatred.

"I don't want to kick them away, nor do I want to belittle them - I just want to stand shoulder to shoulder with them."

The most fundamental thing in Murphy's heart is that dazzling longing.

He wanted to reach out to those glorious heroes, to be someone who not only followed behind them, but also walked on the road with them.

Even if it means risking his life, he would do it.

That is why he said that he and Luo Zuo are of the same kind but different species.

"...What a pity. Well then, I will burn you to ashes, my enemy."

Luo Zuo's words sounded like they came from the bottom of his heart, and the emotion reflected in his distorted eyes couldn't help but remind people of sadness.

That was truly an expression of immense sadness.

As if responding to Rosso's words, Murphy raised the sword with his left hand and placed the blade on his immobile right shoulder.

The body felt like meat being roasted in a raging fire, the skin making a charred and twisted sound, and it felt like being steamed from the inside.

But what was incredible was that there was another kind of heat in it, not a burning heat, but a very comfortable heat.

Murphy's eyes burned as he saw the moving shadow in the distance.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Luo Zuo, I will be here to save you."

Luo Zuo, Murphy and I thought that we must have something in common at the most fundamental level, but somehow the results were different.

I have no idea why. I don't know his past, and that guy doesn't know mine. There's definitely no desire for us to even understand each other.

Maybe it was just a wrong button, or maybe there was no reason at all.

—But, if I must say, I have Ella, Aunt Kelly, and Grandpa, and he doesn't. It must be just a small difference.

Just because of such a small difference, this guy ended up burning out his own aspirations.

For some reason, deep in Murphy's heart, there was an indescribable feeling.

The sword on his shoulder made a sound, and he stepped on the red tiles. He saw the sparks burning from Luo Zuo's body again. The fire snakes raised their heads and looked at him with hostility.

Just for a moment, Murphy closed his eyes and made a wish to the sword.

——There is no need to pray, for me, it is already known. If the master desires it so, then just strike it down, because I exist as a tool for this purpose.

As this sound echoed in his head, Murphy kicked out and pinned his body on the sword with unstoppable force.

The heat of Luo Zuo flickered before his eyes, and his eyes still burned brightly with flames.

Red, burning the night.

Chapter 34 The End of the Moment

The thick black lines engraved on his body shone with a strange and mysterious aura.

The sword gleamed brightly beside Rozo's dim flames, its presence seeming to devour the flames as it followed its master.

Is this the same kind again? The sword, still held in its master's hand, trembled as if breathing heavily, and he thought so.

Those guys who are called demons and demon species are ridiculed as undead, beasts, wheels and witches.

If Warcraft is merely the existence of animals and humans infected by the devil, then the demon species are the direct descendants of the great demon lord without any concealment, and are the people who have received the favor of the great demon.

Well, humans are certainly no match for them. Although they cannot be called followers, those guys are beings whose hearts are firmly grasped by the devil itself and are no longer human.

Because of this, it is impossible for humans to match those beings with only their desperate use of magic and martial arts.

To kill them would require a miracle at any time, which is not something humans can create.

Those who can create miracles and receive such an honor are always heroes chosen by fate or brave men favored by God.

Until the moment these people are chosen by the world, humans are just an existence that is trampled upon by these demons.

Then, the sword depicted lightning in the air, thought.

——Then my master will certainly kill it, which is easier than killing a sleeping beast.

Because the master is a hero, he owns himself. Because the master is a hero, he can kill this. Nothing is clearer and easier to understand than this.

Hero Killer, for the sword with this inscription, there is now a very gratifying thing - it has become one with its master, and he has finally embarked on the path of being called a hero.

Having said that, the owner could barely open his eyes, and his unsteady gait looked extremely dangerous.

Even this time, if the body was still that of an ordinary human, the internal organs would be slowly burned by the heat.

But the master is still standing here, which is the best evidence that the master's body has also become a hero.

Well, there was a strange magical power reaching out to his body, which was somewhat annoying.

Despite this, I am still very happy and can proudly say that this is the owner that makes me proud.

Never again will anyone, not even the master himself, tell him he is mediocre.

I will not let you utter such foolish words again, so take a good look at the miracle.

The sword swung, the blade drew an arc, and cut the sky.

Mars swayed its body and gradually went out.

And, after all, all this is just a seed sown by Altius.

So, why can't I deal with him?

My body was once the mystery and miracle woven by the great demon Artius with his magic power. To be more precise, it is a fragment of that.

Then, how could he possibly lose to someone who was only given essence and magic residue by Artius?

—Come, Master. Rejoice, for the miracle is here.

A dim flame erupted in the darkness.

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--boom

At first, there was a heavy sound of cutting the air, which was an axe suddenly thrown from behind Luo Zuo.

Although it was unclear, it must have been Vistalinu who threw it. Behind the flames, a shadow could be seen moving with a clear purpose.

So, after stepping forward, Murphy decided on his next move.

He maintained a falling posture, kept up short strides, stretched out his shoulders, leaned forward completely, and rushed forward.

The flames before him were as fierce as snakes, entwining themselves and ready to make their prey cry out in agony, and Rozo himself was in a position ready to swing his right arm.

If you were enveloped by the scorching heat, everything would be over before you even had time to breathe. Your throat would be burned, your lungs would ulcerate, and your limbs would turn to charcoal.

So, to kill it, don't give it a chance to breathe, don't even give it time to blink, split open its abdomen, gouge out its heart, just to kill it.

Murphy took a step forward and touched the overlapping snakes of fire, and the flames burned her skin as if playing.

At the same time, the axe thrower swung its heavy body straight towards the back of Rosso's head.

That was a blow launched by Vistalinu after taking aim, with the purpose of attracting Rosso's attention without affecting Mephi.

As expected, Vistalinu is always serious wherever she goes.

Of course, we still have to thank her. After all, although she is a demon, if she is hit by a weapon, she will have to be distracted for a moment. This can be well understood from the previous surprise attack.

Because of this, Vistalinu aimed for the back of the head where it would be most effective.

Even though Luo Zuo has become the burning flame itself, once his head is blown off, it should still have some effect.

In the darkness, Murphy opened his eyes wide and imagined Rosso's movements, anticipated them, saw them clearly, and then drew an attack with his sword along that trajectory.

He didn't know whether the trajectory was correct, nor was he sure.

In short, in the next second, either he or Luo Zuo would be torn into pieces, even if there was no convincing evidence.

Despite this, Murphy still believed it. He knew very well that if he was afraid of losing and curled up timidly, he would not be able to achieve the realm of his dreams, and in the end there would be nothing left in his hand.

Anyway, if he really has to die in the end, he wants to die in the script he wrote rather than on someone else's stage.

The blade rushed towards the fire, and the trajectory that appeared in Murphy's eyes was simply depicted by the sword, as if the sword itself had a lively will, and the lines drawn were extremely smooth.

That was a fatal blow designed to tear open Rosso's left rib and gouge out his heart.

——Gu, Cha

A heavy sound was heard, it was the sound of the axe blade brushing against Rosso's skull, an indescribable sound of something shattering.

As soon as the axe touched Rosso's body, the flames quickly engulfed it.

Even so, recovering from a blow that should have been fatal was not easy.

The knee was shaking, and although it was less than a moment, Murphy did see Rosso's flames shatter.

He thought that the blow must have been strong enough to injure the demon and make him kneel down. The shock of this blow was indeed reflected in Luo Zuo's eyes.

“—Ka, ah—ahhhh!”

Despite this, Luo Zuo roared and threw his right arm, which had turned into a pillar of fire, out desperately.

It was a flaming blow that instantly discarded all incoming shocks and hesitations.

That was undoubtedly a supreme blow, unleashed unintentionally by Luo Zuo, a novice in combat, a devilish blow meant only to kill his opponent and burn his enemies to death.

If one were to take this blow head-on, his body would surely be torn into pieces.

Staring at the flames before him, slashing out a black flash that intersected with the red, Murphy's eyes narrowed slightly, and he naturally understood in his heart that he and this guy were indeed of the same kind.

Unafraid of the incoming attack, he fought back recklessly. Even if his head was pierced, he would still swing his arms to kill the enemy, a perverse way of existence.

—If I were you, I would do the same, Luo Zuo. Well then, farewell, fellow.

At the end of the moment when Murphy was about to faint, Lieyan collapsed without even a whimper.

Chapter 35 Original Code

The black blade devoured the flames, and the undead's body was torn apart, lying on the tiles. Only the dim moonlight shining through the gaps in the clouds illuminated his figure.

The flame residue wrapped around the front end of the sword disappeared as if frozen.

Murphy blinked unconsciously.

There was indeed a feeling of killing something in his hand. It was exactly as he had imagined and expected, the feeling of killing the undead.

Looking at the vaguely emerging inscription "Hero Killer" engraved on the sword, Murphy let out a breath. It seemed that he had finally killed him.

He brought his sword back to face Rozo, who was still lying on the ground. The scene he saw was indescribable.

From the left armpit to the right abdomen, it felt more like a serious injury from biting than being cut. The body was almost split into two parts, but there was no movement of biting each other due to the flames like before.

It seems that no human, even a demon, would be safe and sound.

However, even so, he is a ghost. Even though every corner of his body was destroyed by the destructive incarnation in the past, he is still a ghost that has not died.

In fact, although it has become weaker, flames are still burning in various parts of Luo Zuo's body.

Then, a clear ending is necessary, not only for myself, but also for him.

Then, the sword rang.

"How does it feel?"

Murphy said this in a relaxed tone. He knew very well that even if he said words like "don't resist" and "don't move", this guy wouldn't listen.

Luo Zuo lay on the red bricks, whimpering like a roar, and said. The flames that rolled up from all parts of his body seemed to prove that his will still existed.

"...Surprisingly, I don't feel either regretful or happy. I'm sure I feel the same way as you. I'm sure you'll feel the same way when you die."

Luo Zuo said this while twisting his thin-looking lips in a mocking manner.

The sound of his twisted body was just like that of a dead person, only his eyes were always shining with greed, and it was foreseeable that there was still a raging fire burning in his chest.