After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

I'm afraid that is the original text that Luo Zuo holds in his hands.

Original text - the proof of the demons' existence is neither a spell, nor a curse, nor magic, but something far removed from the human world.

In the past, people were both afraid and wary of demons, who suddenly appeared in the world.

After all, demons can easily ravage humans and take away their lives like garbage.

The wise man once said that such beings could not be the same creatures as us. They were demons that crawled out of the earth and could not receive God's favor.

Moreover, the power those guys wield has been determined since the mythological era.

That is to prove oneself, the power of one's own roots.

Things that are not approved by God will not be recorded in history, and people who are not loved by God cannot even have their names written in the book.

Therefore, those demons can only record their own existence and prove their existence by themselves.

That is why that power is called the original.

The flame that consumed the hearts of those whom Rosso held was probably that.

Being consumed by hatred, being consumed by the voice of resentment, and finally burning oneself and being covered in the flames of hatred, isn't this the worst substitute for beauty? There is no way that there will be a good ending if you hold that kind of thing in your hands.

Murphy raised the sword above his head again. With one swing, the weight would crush Rosso's head.

He knew that Luo Zuo's eyes were staring at him, and that ferocious look seemed to say, if I see the opportunity, I will tear your throat into pieces immediately.

Murphy exerted force with his left wrist, swung the sword that touched the sky down, and the sound of wind being cut rang in his ears.

At this moment, a voice rang out.

——It’s over, don’t interfere.

The voice sounded like one squeezed out with great effort while enduring pain, causing Murphy to stop moving his sword.

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Philos Trett struggled to straighten his body, which was still unable to stand up, and supported himself on the red bricks with his hands, and spoke loudly.

The molars were biting so hard that they almost made a sound, the skin was spasming and dripping with sweat, and every part of the body clearly conveyed the limits of this body.

Philos Tret's fingers gripped the red bricks tightly, as if crushing them, and he endured the discomfort that ran through his body.

In front of his sight was the figure of Rosso lying on the ground with half of his body torn apart, and Murphy swinging his sword.

Philos Treat said, breathing raggedly and twisting his body in pain.

"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you...stay out of my way?"

Sweat licked her forehead, and although she looked almost miserable after falling on the roof, her words still retained the pride of a ruler.

Just like that, the light of faith always shone in that white eye.

The one who responded to her was Ede, his dangerous eyes piercing through Luo Zuo.

"That's impossible. We have to give this guy some relief. He has the right to finally let go of his obligation to continue living."

There was a hint of disdain in his voice, but his eyes never left Luo Zuo.

Even for a moment, if something happens, I will immediately kill the demon in front of me, Murphy rapped in his posture.

The hideousness emanating from its body was incomparable to the image that Philos Tret had seen in the tent of the Heraldry Cult.

Even wild wolves are gentler than that.

Slowly propping up his curled-up body, Philos Tret stepped on the red bricks, and a disgusting sound came from his spine.

Her feet, which usually supported her without any effort, were unreliable today.

But as a ruler, it is at times like this that one must stand on one's own two feet, at least that's what she believed.

It was only a short moment, and his knees were already starting to feel numb, Philos Trett said, lowering his lips.

"The outcome has been decided. What's the point of wielding your sword again?"

A twisted sound came from deep in her throat, and she continued speaking desperately.

"Rozo is one of the citizens I'm supposed to protect. If he's guilty, then only Philos has the right to judge him. Killing someone here is absolutely forbidden."

Every word she said was definitely not a word game or a word that came out of impulse. It was undoubtedly Philos Treat's true heart and her reserve itself.

To her, Rozo was undoubtedly a rebel and an enemy who pulled her down from the position of ruler.

It was because of his existence that she saw the end of hell.

Being spurned by the citizens, being assaulted, having all parts of the body destroyed, and having the pride of being a ruler smeared on the ground is a humiliation that cannot be wiped away no matter how hard you try.

Even if there was resentment, no one would say anything. Even if there was hatred, who would question turning a blind eye to his death? On the contrary, doing so was a normal human reaction.

Therefore, Philos Tret, whom Rozo called a "righteous man", may be unrighteous in some way.

"—Put down the knife, ally Murphy. His sins are due to me, the ruler. If you want to kill him, kill me first."

Philos Tret, in the moonlight, a person's voice resounded.

The correctness she believed in was swirling in her eyes.

She will never let go of what is right, until the moment her life falls from her fingertips.

Having said that, Luo Zuo did commit a crime and could perhaps be considered a traitor, but so what?

He is a citizen and I am the ruler. It is because of the ruler's incompetence that the citizens commit crimes. If I could meet the needs of all citizens, things would not turn out like this.

——In other words, I failed to save him.

Therefore, Philos Tret said that no matter what mistakes Rosso made, the ultimate cause was himself. How could he say anything resentful to him? How could he let him bear all the blame?

There was a brief silence after Philos Tret's words, and Murphy and Rosso seemed to have stopped breathing.

Then, the next person to speak was Luo Zuo, and his voice was a little dry.

"Gah, hahaha!—Did you hear that, enemy? She's a good woman, right? She's the only woman I long for, the woman I can't burn out!"

There was nothing contained in that laughter; he was just laughing innocently. The tense atmosphere just now gradually disappeared like the receding waves.

Philos Tretter failed to adapt to the changes on the field and opened his eyes wide in confusion.

At this time, Murphy nodded as if responding to Rosso.

A small smile played on his cheek.

"Absolutely right, I was almost obsessed with you. Just let me go, I already have someone I love."

Chapter 36 Ashes Return to the Void

She must be a stupid woman.

Luo Zuo felt the slight warmth on his fingertips, relaxed his heavy body, and thought.

She was always so foolish, carrying things that she didn't need to carry, and struggling desperately with her small body to grab something.

The role of a ruler and the strong self-discipline to stay on the right path will never leave her no matter where she goes.

Despite this, sometimes we are unable to completely solve the problem and are bound by trivial emotions such as sympathy and pity. This contradictory state has to be said to be stupid.

With such an extremely eccentric personality, Philos Trett would never be able to escape herself no matter where she went.

But it was precisely because of her, precisely because of Philos Tret, that Luo Zuo felt a yearning for her and, at the same time, anxious.

That woman constantly pursued what was right, but she became distorted because of it. Perhaps what is right is always distorted.

Luo Zuo knew that the heat that was lodging in his body was slowly disappearing.

"What should I do, Rozo? I'll give you one chance. Should I take the easy way out, or should Philos Tretter judge? This is your decision. Come on."

Above my head, I heard the enemy's muttering voice. The voice was very calm, but it was not insulting the other party. It was just expressing its own thoughts. No matter how I thought about it, doing this to the demon was not out of mercy.

Come to think of it, this man named Murphy is indeed a very frivolous person.

Precisely because of his unruly nature, he was here to confront his demonic self head-on, and then, he won.

Yes, he is the winner.

Luo Zuo's cheeks trembled.

"So, you get to decide your own fate? Not bad. Besides, you don't have time for a mean person like me, do you?"

I felt the heat and the flames beginning to singe my body. It was a wonderful feeling as my body, which had become one with the flames, burned out and finally turned to ashes.

Starting from the fingertips, one's existence began to collapse bit by bit, and just like that, one's existence was about to disappear.

Of course, after all, the original text collapsed.

If you give up your last bit of humanity and then lose the devilish nature that proves your existence, then the only way out is to leave the world.

The flames painted with hatred are destined to wither in the end.

Turning his gaze towards Philos Tret, he saw her limbs trembling like a baby as she approached him, seemingly shouting something loudly, but he couldn't make out the voice.

At least at the end, I really wanted to hear her voice, the woman's voice that I longed for.

As a result, I was so stupid that I couldn't hate her from the beginning to the end.

Why is this? They have been hostile to each other many times, have spoken to each other, and have even exchanged insults on occasion.

Luo Zuo's cheeks began to collapse.

It must have started from that time, when I was still at the lowest level, when I was fascinated by her during the inspection and was even talked to by her. That was the time.

As he continued speaking, a smile naturally appeared on Luo Zuo's cheeks.

"I've had guards and adventurers raid the nearby monster nest. The monsters during the Dead Snow are very ferocious, and they'll soon attack the city of Filos and your army. So, there's only one thing you should do now."

I raised my eyes slightly and found that Murphy's eyes were slightly narrowed.

What kind of emotion was in his eyes? I didn't know, but it wasn't a good emotion anyway.

Idiot, I am your enemy, that's for sure.

Now that such ugliness has been exposed, then at least, from beginning to end, let me remain your enemy.

Only in this way can I die properly.

My knees turned to ashes, my limbs disintegrated, and I was about to lose my voice. What was incredible was that the moonlight was so dazzling.

——Bah!

At the end, it felt like I heard the voice of Philos Treat, and it sounded so sad, like he was crying, which is not a bad thing by any means.

Rosso's lips parted, his eyes were no longer visible.

"Murphy, this is my last shameless wish, thanks to Philos Tretter, and -"

I couldn't see anything anymore, but I felt like he nodded, so there was nothing more I could say.

At this point, my life is complete, without any regrets, at most I just have a few complaints.

Yes, a small complaint that is too big for me.

Yeah, I hope so.

"—I wish, Murphy. I wish I could have met you when I still believed in justice. If so, we would have become good friends—right, hero?"

Only these words were left behind, and Luo Zuo's body and soul turned into ashes and dissipated.

Before you know it, the ashes are blown away by the wind and fall into the world.

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In the Ashburn family mansion in the Kingdom of Leiden, the current owner, Roimets Ashburn, leaned his burly body slightly and followed the words on the report.

After a while, he raised his head with his eyes tilted, mumbling to himself.

"Have you retreated, that villain?"

He didn't insist on using the word "failure" because for the vicious brave Gerard Kaliba, true failure would only come when he died.

But even so, he was indeed forced back a few steps by the Heraldry Cult.

Roy Metz leaned back on a chair that was much smaller than his body, his eyes wandering around, as if he was trying to sort out the emotions that were surfacing in his heart.

To be honest, this news was a big shock to Roy Metz. He never imagined that Gerrard would be forced to step back.

It wasn't so much optimism as it was Roy Metz's unwavering trust in Gerrard.

When he was still young, Roimetz also went to the battlefield as the next head of the Ashborn family.

Of course, he was not allowed to go to the front line, but even so, he did see up close the scene of lives being sold cheaply.