After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

But for Aimee Castina, that doesn't seem to be the case.

But, it was precisely because of this that he was able to please the saint.

Garlas gently tapped the pointed canines, enhancing his vision.

That girl, Ella is such a poor girl.

Because she possessed rare magical talents, she was picked up by the Cathedral and was forced to live as a nun whether she wanted to or not.

Simply put, life as a nun is equivalent to a life with your limbs bound, without freedom or even time to breathe.

Garlas knew how she gritted her teeth and lived on in such a life with a painful heart.

Although she has the lowest status, she still chooses to escape from the life of living in the mud and getting slapped in the face. This is what makes her so valuable.

Because of this, when Ella was chosen as a candidate for the Saint, everyone expressed an emotion close to confusion and hostility, and only Garlas expressed his blessing.

This wasn't because of the reserve he possessed as a knight, but rather a blessing from the bottom of his heart.

However, do I really have no thoughts about this? Of course I do.

In any case, becoming a saint is a happy thing, but it is tantamount to Ella being swallowed by God.

It's okay now, but once she officially becomes a saint, she will be quietly strangled, unable to move her hands and feet freely, and unable to speak.

Whether it can be called happiness may depend on the person, but at least Garlas is unwilling to do so.

Therefore, Garlas wanted to give her a little freedom during the pilgrimage when he was her escort.

It was for this reason that Garlas asked Aimee Castina, who had no concerns about her, to be his personal bodyguard, and did not let her pay attention to the other guards.

If everyone around her kept a tense expression, then the people surrounded would also be forced to keep a tense expression, and she would definitely find herself in such a situation in the near future.

In this case, it would be better to let him relax now.

"Captain Garlas, we've secured the area around the Grand Temple's entrance and exit, and are currently exploring the area. Shall we let the Saint in first?"

A Templar Knight placed his fist on his chest and saluted Garlas respectfully.

Garlas stopped him with his hand and nodded in response.

Although the full situation is still unknown, it seems that there are no Warcraft creatures striding around in the Grand Temple.

Although Galas is called the Grand Master, there is no official position of "Grand Master" in the Knights Templar.

Because the Templar Knights were directly under the jurisdiction of the Pope, only the Pope had the authority to command them, and even the king could not easily order them to act.

But, having said that, it is impossible to let the Pope personally go to all the battlefields with the Templars and ask all the judgments on the scene. This would be too stupid.

Therefore, when the Templar Knights personally take action, someone among the Templar Knights will temporarily inherit the Pope's command over the Templar Knights.

Thus, on the battlefield, the inherited captain can issue orders to all the Templars.

This time, no, not just this time, since a long time ago, the Pope has only allowed Garlas Gargantia to inherit this right.

And only a very few people know the reason.

Garlas said softly as he relaxed his body.

"Please invite the Saint Lady to the temple. Don't be disrespectful. By the way, wouldn't it be better to stay inside the musty temple rather than burrowing into the snow like a mole?"

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In the great temple, the sound came intermittently, without affecting the surroundings, and quickly disappeared.

"—The Templars have begun their movement. So, has the beast been brought here as well?"

"It's customary to go on a pilgrimage without guards," Kalia said, shaking her lips slightly. As far as she could see, knights rustled along the majestic corridors of the Great Temple.

"Isn't it customary to go on a pilgrimage without guards?" Filia added, shaking her lips slightly.

As far as his sight could reach, he could see knights clattering along the majestic corridors of the Great Temple.

Murphy had also seen the unique white armor several times. It belonged to the Great Swordsmen directly under the command of the Pope of the Cathedral.

As one of the fighting forces possessed by the Cathedral, they will eliminate their opponents as long as the Pope is willing. I heard that this is the level of fighting force.

Because it was a pilgrimage, Murphy originally thought that it would be the same as previous trips, with only a few guards at most.

Even though I expected there might be more, I didn't expect it to be like this now - at least dozens of people, and they are all the crazy elites owned by the Cathedral.

Even as a guard for the Saint, this is quite rare and undoubtedly a very troublesome thing.

It seems that God wants to put this high wall in front of us no matter what.

"What should we do, Murphy? Speaking of the Templar Knights, in the Kingdom of Leiden, every one of them is impressive."

Hearing Frodo's voice, Murphy nodded.

Just like the saying goes, no matter how you think about it, they are a group of people who are difficult to deal with when they get serious.

A group of people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for their beliefs and have become extremely cruel should not show mercy to the people of the Heraldry Cult.

It was a stroke of luck that he was able to enter the temple before them. The strategy he should have taken was to hold his breath in the temple until they left.

It was a fluke that I was able to enter the temple earlier than them. The strategy I should have adopted was to hold my breath in the temple until they left. This was the safer approach.

Of course, this is without Ella.

In order to make as little sound as possible, Murphy held her breath and spoke while bending her fingers that were numb from the cold.

"Since you're not someone I can fight head-on—then feel free to resort to some devious tactics. Actually, I'm quite experienced."

As he spoke, his lips moved and he hummed softly.

Chapter 13 The Will to Bit

Murphy said as he watched the Templars sending out their vanguard troops little by little, heading deeper into the Great Temple.

"Altis, do me a favor. Don't worry, it's just a small favor, something I can do with just a snap of my fingers."

Only after watching for a while did I realize that, contrary to their exaggerated title, the Templar Knights seemed to be a rather honest and cautious group.

They would always move in groups of three or four and never act alone.

Although the advance teams sent out seemed to be walking aimlessly in the Grand Temple, they were actually accurately measuring the distance to the headquarters located in the Grand Temple.

The best proof of this is the steps taken one by one at exactly equal intervals.

What a disgusting guy, Murphy thought frankly.

A group like this composed of "honest" people will neither cause chaos nor panic.

They have the ability to swallow everything that happens intact. I'm afraid that all excellent soldiers or knights are like this.

Murphy unconsciously narrowed her eyes and placed her fingers on her chin.

The method to deal with such people is fixed - they must be bitten in the throat, and in order to prevent them from functioning as a group, they must at least be half-broken.

If the trap only killed one or two people, they would definitely be able to overcome it.

Once they sense something unusual, they will react immediately and capture the enemy's presence in their eyes.

For people like this, even using Feliya's sword and Frodo's thought-provoking tactics to reduce their numbers would be of no use.

The quickest way is to use battlefield magic to throw their bodies and souls into the dead snow.

Although their white armor has a certain degree of magic resistance, it is still too weak to fight against Frodo. It is like using feathers to block sword attacks, and the result is obvious.

However, there must be a prerequisite, that is, there is no Ella among the enemies before such measures can be taken.

Because, such a delicate action as making everyone except one person be swallowed by magic is impossible for even Frodo to do.

And battlefield magic, as its name suggests, is not something that can be summoned indoors.

If everything goes well, that would be great, but if something goes wrong, the temple might be destroyed before Ella is even involved.

Because of this, a "hidden arrow" that doesn't rely on magic or force to eat them is ideal.

And the so-called elves and spells are just such things.

Murphy slowly turned her gaze towards Altis, who gently held down his hat and spoke as if choosing his words.

"Altis—who is that? I thought I was just a traveling elf."

Murphy couldn't help but widen her eyes and felt her shoulders lose strength.

To be honest, it took him a few seconds to understand what Eldis was talking about. It seemed that the same was true for Filia and Frodo. Silver and black hovered in the air.

"What are you talking about, you guy? What does that mean?" Just as Murphy was about to say this, the pair of green eyes suddenly flashed in the darkness.

"Didn't you say that the elf named Eltis was completely useless, so you sent her back? Don't you think you're being too optimistic to still rely on her at this point?"

“The wind that blows east will never blow west again.”

Eldis, no, the traveling elf lady said with a singing bird-like voice, a gentle smile on her cheeks.

I see. It seems my honest advice has upset the princess. I didn't expect to be responded to in this way. It's more like a joke to her.

Murphy narrowed her eyes as she thought of the figure that was once considered to be violent and terrifying, and it was hard to connect it with the gentle posture now.

"At least I didn't exaggerate and say it was completely useless, but—"

As he spoke, he shrugged lightly, bent down, and took Eltis's cold fingertips: "-I'm sorry, I'm an incompetent knight, Princess, can you help me?"

In the almost windless temple, the sound of wind blowing was heard.

"Of course, if this is my knight's wish, then I will gladly accept it."

She must have been somewhat surprised by Murphy's actions. "Are you always like this?" Frodo's voice rang in her ears.

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——It’s so slow.

Garlas Gargantia gnashed his long, sharp canines and raised his eyes from his pocket watch.

In the silence of the temple, only the creaking of long needles' footsteps could be heard.

The three groups, those who were sent as the advance team by Garlas to explore the deepest part of the temple, have not returned yet.

Was it just a slight delay, or did it get lost somewhere?

Although it was quite possible that there would be delays due to encountering one or two traps in this large temple, it was indeed very strange that all three groups were delayed.

Because, even if nothing happened, they would definitely return, and no matter what they felt in their hearts, they would be loyal to orders. The Templars were trained to be such creatures.

The reason they didn't come back was that something unusual had happened.

At this thought, Garlas's canines snapped again.

"Captain Garlas, do you want to go back?"

The man who served as the deputy head of the regiment said in a low voice that he probably also noticed that the advance team came back too late. Although his eyesight was a little dull, he was surprisingly a person who could see things clearly.

Garlas shook his head in an instant.

"No, keep moving forward. Whether it's searching for the victims or fulfilling Miss Diva's mission, everything lies ahead. Those who are pale should stay."

"However, there is no need to send out the advance team." After Garlas said this, the deputy captain nodded without objection and swallowed his words.

Garlas snorted softly. Rather than being a cautious man, it would be better to say that he was a man who followed the rules wherever he went.

His motto is that if everyone in a position has the same ideas, then the group will be destroyed soon.

Therefore, he just now deliberately expressed an opinion that was contrary to what he believed.

But as I said just now, we can't back down here.

The divine revelation indicated by the singer Ella refers to the depths of the temple. If someone turns back because they didn't come back on time and ultimately fail to reach there, wouldn't that make them worse than a carrier pigeon?

Therefore, the Paladins had no choice but to move forward. If the advance team members fell into a trap, they could not retreat even for the sake of saving them.

Garlas thought so and spoke at this moment.

——The adjutant’s figure disappeared before his eyes, even the tail of his shadow disappeared.

He didn't collapse from a sudden trauma, nor did he smell like he was sprayed with psychedelic poison.

Even if they were completely surrounded by magic, that would be too straightforward. The armor worn by the Templar Knights was not a useless thing that could easily make people faint with a spell.

So, what's left?

Suddenly, in Garlas's mind, the options disappeared one after another.

At the edge of his vision, not only the adjutant but also several knights disappeared.

Garlas reflexively moved his waist, and his ankles made a ringing sound.