After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Yes, that's the battlefield.

Roy Metz still remembers the feelings he had when he met Gerard that day, with the title of brave man adorned on his chest, still walking in the sunshine.

It turns out that the so-called brave man refers to this kind of person.

Swinging your sword can cut through the enemy, and shouting loudly can make the whole army respond.

Not to mention retreating, he looked like he didn't even know how to stop. It was aptly called a lightning bolt. It was even impossible to imagine him being defeated.

Time flies, Gerrard is indeed old, and like himself, he can no longer be said to be in his prime.

Even so, he is still a strong man, and it is impossible to imagine him being in a passive position.

Therefore, if he was forced to retreat, it was not because Gerard was weak, but because the Heraldry Cult also had equally strong people.

Roimetz's thick fingers stroked the tip of his nose. This was his habit when he was thinking about something. What should he do? As he thought about this, he leaned his burly body.

The army bearing the name of the Cathedral was defeated, which in itself was not a big deal, but rather a cause for applause.

After all, those guys in the church have been too rampant recently. If they can be made a little more honest, one or two retreats would be welcome.

After all, religion is just a tool of rule. It would be bad if the tool was too self-assertive. They just need to recite the doctrine honestly.

However, if the tool doesn’t function as a tool, that’s a problem too.

Most importantly, the teachings of the Cathedral are very useful to rulers.

——The Saint is indeed still on her pilgrimage.

The big hand picked up the pen made of eagle feathers and tried to leave a flaw in history.

(End of the Coma City Philos arc)

Final remarks for Volume 8

The eighth volume is finished. This volume has 95430 words. I update more than 1 words every day. It only took a week to finish this volume...

The story of this volume takes place in the autonomous city of Philos. It is a story about the righteous and the unrighteous, and between two enemies of the same kind but different species.

This volume has also begun to gradually reveal the deeper background of the world, including the great demon, demon man, original text, and mythological era. According to the outline plan, there will be no more urban wars starting from the next volume.

The next volume is about the gods.

The story takes place in the northern snow-capped mountains, the Giant's Bed - Flimsrath.

The Green Plum Saint and the Sun Hero will return, and there will also be Shura fields in various senses.

That’s all. Thank you very much for reading this.

Volume 9: Spirits

Chapter 1: A fleeting dream

There, it was white. It was hard to tell that it was snow or a place with dazzling light. It was just a pure white space.

What initiated the discourse there was a touch of white.

"Oh, how horrible! Where on earth is he going? It's horrible."

There was no emotion in the words that rang out, as if all the weight that should have been in them had been lost.

The same goes for the words I just said. Although I said it was scary, I didn't feel that way at all. It was as if the sound was forced out.

White played with the air with his fingertips and made another sound.

"But the outcome hasn't changed. The show has already begun, and when the snow dies, it will all be over."

The white voices said in a mocking tone that it would be outrageous if we couldn't even take over at least one country.

It was a sound that would make the listener feel extremely confused and unhappy. If the person was a coward, just hearing that sound would make them lose consciousness.

As if biting the voice into pieces, the shadow opposite said.

"The so-called drama is something that will always escape the control of the writer. Have you forgotten that, Arteus?"

Shadow's cheeks twisted upwards in a twisted expression. Was it amusement, or something else? That expression was hard to understand. And the same was true for White.

The voice rolled in, and White said.

"Of course I remember you messing up my script, but I can't forget it even if I want to. Ah, I'm so sad, Field."

She said this without any sadness.

I had no idea what I was seeing. Was it people talking, or just sounds playing, or was it a completely different language at work? It was completely incomprehensible.

The only thing I could understand was that the white and the shadow were exchanging some thoughts.

The white voice called Altius continued, asking, "Why are you doing this?"

Shadow took the microphone and sneered as if he was monologue.

"—There's no need to ask, right? You didn't give it to him, so I gave it to him, that's all."

Shadow spoke with exaggerated gestures, looking like an actor on stage.

Well, at this point, this scene is about to come to an end. The shadow's figure is swaying as if being pushed by the surrounding light.

The shadow swayed like a dream, and he continued speaking in a slightly disordered voice.

"I just picked up what you, a self-proclaimed god, spilled."

Listening to Shadow's words, White seemed unusually happy.

No, because even looking at that expression it's not clear whether there is any emotion involved, so I can't make that conclusion.

Anyway, White sneered, as if he had seen something truly funny and was truly happy.

White said that it was not what was spilled, but what was left.

"I said I would give them salvation, and you said you would push everything forward. If you destroy it yourself, even if the sky falls, it will be impossible, with one exception."

The shadow's figure gradually became blurred and was about to disappear from here, but the eyes narrowed slightly, as if those eyes understood some intention.

"—Only the followers have privileges, right? Just like you gave that thing called Murphy, I was just fulfilling the wishes of my followers."

With this sound, the shadow disappeared from the space.

Then, Bai Bai didn't care too much about it and closed his eyes as if nothing had happened.

Of course, what is happening here now is simply a dream, something that does not exist and is impossible.

It was just something that happened on a whim at the moment the world changed.

Therefore, it is not even clear whether this conversation actually exists somewhere.

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Ella opened her eyes and found the familiar ceiling right in front of her.

So, why did the familiar ceiling appear in her field of vision? A strange question suddenly emerged in Ella's mind, and her golden eyes blinked again and again, dispelling the sleepiness.

It was not until then that I discovered.

——Is that so? It’s in the cathedral in the royal capital.

Ever since she was called the Saint of the Songstress, Ella has been on pilgrimage for several months. During this period, she was lucky enough to be invited into the mansions of nobles, but there were also times when she had to sleep in a carriage because she had no place to stay.

However, in terms of frequency, the latter is much more frequent.

Perhaps due to God's blessing, I did not encounter any bandits during the pilgrimage, but I rarely got a good night's sleep either.

Perhaps because of this reaction, sleeping in her own room in the cathedral was like nectar to Ella.

Moreover, even though it was her own room, it was completely different from when she was a candidate for the Saint.

The bed that was once so hard that it even caused back pain has now become soft enough for the body to sink into, and the original thin blanket has been replaced with something quite thick and soft.

It was obvious. Ella couldn't help but shake her long eyelashes and sigh. Even though she was in the room, she could see her breath instantly turned into white mist.

The water prepared for cleansing is almost like ice. Now that the treatment has become better, why not change it to hot water?

As she thought this, Ella tidied her appearance, shook her white hair, and stroked the corners of her eyes. The sleepiness had long disappeared from the depths of her head.

Ella returned to the cathedral not because the pilgrimage was complete, but rather because the revelation pointed to a more distant place.

Therefore, she is still just a candidate for the Saint, despite the addition of the pillow words "closer to the Saint than anyone else".

The reason why Ella returned to the Cathedral before her pilgrimage was over was not for anything else but the rapid progress of the Church of Heraldry. Although in principle, she also had to purify herself in the Cathedral to eliminate the fatigue of the pilgrimage.

The battle on the Shanio Plain was a retreat to put it nicely, and a defeat to put it bluntly.

Because of this, the Cathedral was shaken to some extent.

At such a time, we had also entered the already cruel era of dead snow, and the people's cries naturally could not be hidden.

Therefore, their real purpose was to call back the saint known as the singing girl and have her try her best to appease the people.

When Ella thought of this, warmth emerged in her heart and she smiled a little. It was a little smile that only she could understand.

The Church of Heraldry made a great leap forward, and it was mentioned along with the names of two figures. One was the witch Madia.

The other person is his childhood sweetheart, Murphy.

A person who is extremely evil, a wicked dragon, or someone with bad morals, every time he hears his childhood sweetheart's name, his title will change accordingly.

For Ella, this was by no means a good thing to be happy about.

That was both evidence of his succumbing to the twisted salvation known as the Cult of Heraldry, and the fact that he had bared his fangs against the Cathedral, something he could not honestly be happy about.

If it were normal, there would be no other emotions besides this.

However, Ella clearly understood that at the same time as those thoughts, there was a dark, sticky feeling crawling deep in her internal organs, and that feeling really did not make her feel worthy of a saint.

Should I say that? No, it's definitely not something you should say to anyone.

However, whenever Ella heard Murphy's liveliness, she could not hide the dark joy in her heart.

His active presence in society as a Herald was an aggravation of his crime, that is, he was sinking deeper.

Each time, he becomes more difficult to save, and no one will hold that hand anymore.

In the end, even God will surely abandon him.

Ah, when that time comes, let me save him, cut off everything around him, and let him lose everything. Then, in the end, the hand he extends, can only be held by me.

Then, we can slowly atone for our sins and grant redemption.

Only I can give it to him.

That indescribable impulse and certainty, the same feeling boiling hotly in my heart, spread throughout my body.

Before she knew it, Ella had forgotten the biting cold and was walking down the corridor with great interest.

As of yesterday, the work of patrolling the streets and comforting the people had been basically completed.

I seem to remember saying that we would select the Templar Knights to escort us today.

That being said, there is nothing Ella actually has to do, and everything will ultimately be determined as revealed by divine revelation.

Ella believed that her wish lay ahead.

——Whether in the past or in the future, I will definitely make the same wish.

Golden eyes flickered in the cold sky.

Within that, along with the light of faith, something dim seemed to emerge.

Chapter 2: The Hook-nosed Man's Thoughts and Journey

Buckingham Castina, the Castina family's agent, twitched his signature hooked nose, took a few sips of water on the table, and felt a severe pain in his head.

That kind of headache has become a chronic disease for Buckingham, and this pain is not caused by external factors, but by something internal, the spirit.

This situation had never occurred even once when Crossmaria was in charge of the Castina family's foreign affairs.

But since the day he settled in the royal capital of Leiden, Buckingham was tortured by this pain both day and night, as if his head was being sawed open by a dull saw.

The man who once loved pranks and fine wine felt sad about this. He never thought that he was such a fragile person.

Buckingham couldn't help but sigh deeply again, a heavy sigh in his room, which had become his daily routine recently.

There were two reasons for the headache, both of which lay buried deep within his head.

One of them was, of course, that as the Castina family's agent, Buckingham had to bear an invisible burden every day.

The original head of the family, Buckingham's eldest brother, is still missing and his body has not been found. Most of the relatives have also scattered from the Castina family, which has lost the support of Crossmaria.

Besides, it was still difficult to decide on the next head of the family. In any case, the children left by the eldest brother had too little experience in dealing with those venomous spiders in the social world.