After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The ferocious head swung the bright red spear without waiting for a conclusion.

You could hear the sky breaking apart and holes appearing in space. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

——Ga, ying~

The sword and the spear joined together, biting each other, and turning each other's bodies into musical instruments.

Sparks flashed in the dimness of the temple, illuminating the entire space.

After several flashes, in a scene where even breathing was impossible, the sounds of swords and halberds overlapped three or four times.

Both sides hoped for a stronger and sharper sound, and after the sixth sound, the sparks and the sound finally stopped.

At this time, there was no one around Garlas. The knights under his command and the girl called the Saint had all disappeared.

Not only that, it was pitch black all around, with only a hint of silver visible.

However, despite this, Garlas did not show any signs of anxiety.

"This isn't an illusion. Even if it's an elf spell, it's still quite magical. Hey, you can even do this—Knight Filia Reinhardt."

Garlas said it quite lightly, but both those eyes and the bright red spear that stabbed out were completely disproportionate to the words he uttered.

All the aura released from Garlas's body declared his fierce fighting spirit.

Yin said, shaking her light, silky hair.

"What are you talking about? Didn't I declare that I am no longer a knight?"

As she spoke, Filia's eyes widened like a lion's, and she tore the darkness apart with the light of the dragon sword.

Unlike Garlas, her tone was filled with fighting spirit.

The two ferocious consciousnesses tore at each other, rolling up the space. It seemed that even the air could not withstand the pressure and made a whistling sound.

Filia took a step forward.

"Choose, Paladin Garlas Gargantia."

Filia's lips rippled as she spoke nonchalantly.

"An honorable death in battle, or a public execution by hanging. Which would you prefer?"

Chapter 14: Chivalry

The dragon sword and the red spear overlapped in the air, and even dreamy colors emerged in the space, with sparks flying everywhere.

This scene continued again and again in the narrow gap between the two of them.

If the red spear ripped through the darkness in mid-air, the dragon sword would reveal its ferocious jaws and crush the spear's brilliance;

If the dragon sword sweeps through the void and approaches the neck, the red spear will draw a circle to deflect it.

Even if it's just for a moment, as long as you are approached, your life will be in danger.

This was an attack and defense where there wasn't even time to cheer or even to hold your breath.

One move involves piercing an enemy's defense with a gun, then swinging a knife at their head, sending sparks exploding in space.

That was no longer a scene that could be called human. It was simply like the bite of a wild beast, and a ferocious beast that humans could not control at all.

Every swing and every thrust of Filia Reinhardt's sword looked down upon the air around her.

Swinging the sword without hesitation, knocking it down, and trampling it flat, this is the posture of a strong man.

Her behavior is almost demonic. Even if she is not a demon, it is hard to call her human.

The sword has already approached the realm of reality, and its fingers are reaching the other side of martial arts.

Possessing God-given talent, and then forging unbearable hardships into the body, the crystallization of it is here.

Because of this, Garlas Gargantia, who was facing him, was definitely not human.

——The spear light tore through the wind, running, and blood danced and splashed in the air.

Filia raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling that her left shoulder had cracked at some point.

However, perhaps because of the excitement in her brain, she did not feel any pain at all. It was rather because the blood in her body was boiling and her sense of elation was increasing.

But it is certain that the enemy will take the first city.

Filia slowly swung the dragon sword towards the ground, not to take the enemy's life, but to break the spear with a swing.

Hong Qiang seemed to have sensed her intention and pulled the gun away from the other person's body, leaving a gap between them.

That was the distance where if they took one step forward, their weapons would collide again.

"——Your behavior is quite rational. I thought you were a man who was a little more passionate."

The first person to speak was Filia. Although her words seemed easy to understand, her eyes contained a completely different emotion.

The same goes for Garlas, his eyes showing something different, but he was able to speak lightly.

During this creepy conversation, his lips moved and he thought, since he is a knight, he should know.

"Practice the Way of Chivalry—know the method that forged you from beast to man, and you will cultivate your reputation."

"—That's the first sentence of the Knight's Code. If the opponent is a monster, then I won't mention it for now, but I wouldn't be so rude to a knight."

Garlas's ridicule made Filia's face twist into a twisted smile.

Chivalry, etiquette, rules, it's hard to tell that the man would abide by them, but now it seems that they still hold a lot of importance in his heart.

Even if it means beating around the bush, do you still want to keep the title of "Knight of Honor"? Filia's silver hair shook.

"You once said you wouldn't regret giving up the title of Knight, but now it seems you're truly enjoying it. Have you changed your mind?"

Thinking of the scene in Gasalia, Filia spoke, her slender fingers tightly gripping the dragon sword, her waist keenly driving her body.

"No, I haven't changed. I haven't changed at all. Whether in the past or now, everything is for your brother's honor—"

At the same time as these words were spoken, the space was dominated by silence, and the dragon sword and the red spear shook the space silently.

Both Filia and Garlas understood that at least the enemy who remained in front of them was not an opponent who would take this opportunity to take their lives.

Both of them had an intuition that they should use all their strength and kill the other with a supreme blow.

Filia stretched her dragon sword forward, aiming at the enemy's neck.

Garlas bent his body and grabbed the middle part of the gun handle. His almost ferocious eyes stared at Filia's vital points with a calm attitude.

Just like that, the two of them stopped moving.

The sound disappeared from the darkness. There was no movement, only silence. Even the trembling of fingertips and the shaking of breathing could not be felt. Perhaps even the heart could not bear the silence and could not help but hold its breath.

Was it a few seconds, a few minutes, or even dozens of minutes? It just went on like this.

It was difficult to breathe and it was suffocating.

As if influenced by the two people, even the passage of time was disrupted.

In an instant.

——Sparks burst out.

Not even the world knew which side was faster. After just a moment, a beautiful line appeared in space between the two.

The red spear that looked like a red lotus pierced through the slender body. It was just a simple thrust, just extending the spear forward.

It was neither a miracle nor a false strike.

This attack is the best. Other options are meaningless to Garlas. He just wants to use all his strength to attack.

In contrast, Filia turned her wrist and blocked her entire body with the belly of her sword.

Several sparks flashed in the corners of her eyes, and Filia's wrists and waist creaked as she praised the enemy's strength.

Surprisingly, it's so reckless. But if I have to say, fighting against this beast alone is the real reckless thing.

Filia gritted her teeth and muttered to herself.

However, even so, Filia still let the beast Garlas go, with no intention of doing anything.

This goes beyond recklessness and is reckless.

Garlas Gargantia possesses overwhelming force that can crush all tricks and traps, and trample upon the opponent's intentions as a matter of course.

The compatibility between this madly running incarnation and its master is simply terrible.

Indeed, although Murphy's arms are no longer weak now, it is still hard to believe when he thinks back to the time when they met.

Filia felt this way because they had once faced each other in an alley and had lived together until today.

This was true whether he was dueling with himself or fighting with Shanio.

Until now, Murphy has been sacrificing herself somewhere and moving forward. This is how she exists.

If he were to stand in front of Garlas like this, it would be the worst outcome with the worst friction. Thinking of this, Filia's back couldn't help but tremble.

That's why Filia is standing here.

Because I decided to be his shield, Murphy is still thinking about his childhood sweetheart and came here for her.

And I decided to defeat Garlas.

Really, I chose a weird role.

For a moment, Filia felt disgusted with herself and laughed.

But it's not a bad thing. Just like Murphy wants to express his own ideas, he also has different ideas.

——If you only want to have your own way, then reckless behavior should be trampled upon. Yeah, right, Murphy.

Filia's slender fingers were filled with strength, and she heard her finger bones making sounds that should have been impossible.

Shaking off that voice, Filia exerted all her strength.

My whole body was whimpering, but I kept moving, just like a daily exercise, following the planned trajectory.

She turned her wrist again and swung the dragon sword forward, feeling as if something was being gouged out near her left shoulder.

If Garlas's attack was the best, then Filia's attack was the supreme one.

Brushing away the red line, the dragon sword split the sky in two, revealing its ferocious fangs.

The flash was rushing, even disregarding the world's cognition, seeking the enemy's head, drawing a line.

After a moment.

In the shadows that emerged dimly in the darkness, one collapsed, and then another remained.

Language, falling in the darkness.

"—To gallop along the path and annihilate all enemies is called chivalry."

The remaining shadow brushed away the Red Lotus Spear, and blood splattered in the air.

Chapter 15 The Elves' Disaster and the Black-haired Man's Hesitation

A chilling chill licked down my spine, feeling like ice cubes were being placed directly on my skin.

Despite feeling a lump in her throat, Eltis still opened her blue eyes wide and performed the technique.

What appeared before my eyes was a dark mass of mud, yet so heavy that it seemed to be sinking into the ground, making people mistake it for a vortex of fog.

The solemn and quiet Flimsrat Great Temple, whose white walls are covered and trampled by the darkness of the elves, seems to overturn the entire space with such momentum.

This is the curse, the cursed fog that is meant to bring humanity to its knees.

Therefore, no one can escape from the curse.

As long as the target is human, as long as those humans have been away from the elves' care, the elves' spell will definitely break away from all cause and effect and capture those people with its sharp teeth.

The art of capturing, looking down upon, and harming humans.

The magic of the spirits has come to a very distant place from where it originally existed, but this curse is a blessing from the spirits.

Eltis's long, blue eyelashes fluttered as she gazed down the corridor.

At this moment, the Grand Templar Knights in white armor were swallowed up by the darkness one after another and disappeared without a trace.

The fog does not bring death, it only takes away consciousness and makes the body succumb.

The name of the Templar Knights is indeed very resounding, but they are still human beings after all.

Since they are human, they are just like ordinary soldiers to Eltis, and their compatibility is too bad.

Eltis' lips were slightly moist. The suppression on the field was going smoothly. His spirit magic would undoubtedly bite the enemy to pieces and swallow it.