After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

What a nostalgic feeling, Murphy thought, blinking slightly.

Once upon a time, time and again, I saw her figure and I could hardly open my eyes.

Among the chaotic heroes, the one who shines so brightly is just like what is described in the stories of knights, with upright behavior, supreme nobility, and supreme perfection.

The embodiment of justice, the one endowed with the will of God, the brave, Ames Castina is such a human being.

Respect is always directed to her, all the glory is there.

On the contrary, he was just an abandoned child in the shadows, unable even to be scorched by the sun, and could only see the hero he longed for.

So the end result is that these hands get nothing and accomplish nothing.

Everything should have ended. My meaningless life should have ended long ago.

Until, for some unknown reason, a shadow appeared in front of him.

——But even if everything is over at that time, before I die, I will definitely stare at the back of that sun-like hero from the bottom of my heart.

The sword slid in the air, the black blade moving.

The distance was enough, and the trajectory depicted in Murphy's vision cut through Ames's torso without error.

He had no doubt about this and used all his strength to draw a line. He even felt a sense of time being torn apart in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, the sound of a blade cutting through the sky rang in his ears, and a flash of white blade like fragments appeared at the end of his vision.

That was a blow designed to bite the sharp blade he was swinging and then cut off his head along this trajectory.

Murphy's cheeks twisted and shook.

Ames's reaction speed and body movements, as always, made people feel that she was on the side of the non-humans.

As long as the sword is swung here, Bai Ren will always sit in front of it, as if seeing through everything.

Murphy had a premonition: if he swung the sword like this again, the sword's trajectory would be cut off by the white blade, and his head would be chopped off, accompanied by splattering blood, and then he would die without a doubt.

Inadvertently, the hot and heavy feeling deep in her eyes made Murphy squint her eyes involuntarily.

He reflexively took another step forward, shifting the blade's aim from the enemy's torso to his wrist.

It's not because I thought of anything, I just followed the intuition that came to my mind.

After all, the brain has long been dissolved by fanaticism, and there is no meaning in existing without rational thinking.

Therefore, there is only one belief existing in the internal organs, that is, retreat will lead to death.

To this end, Murphy took a step forward.

The sword swung, drawing a straight black line that divided the sky.

At the same time, Ames twisted her wrist hard, as if trying to pierce it with a white blade, causing a flash of white light.

—The sound of steel clashing and exploding echoed. At the same time, a burning smell filled the air, and the black blade and the sword body, gleaming with white light, overlapped once more.

At the moment of collision, Murphy's hands screamed as if they were about to be torn off, conveying the enemy's powerful force to his brain.

At the same time, the spine whimpered and the legs screamed.

Murphy gritted her teeth and suppressed all of this.

It’s nothing. It’s been like this since a while ago. At this point, even if I scream one or two more times, it will be meaningless.

Looking forward, Ames' eyes shone with a light that had never been seen before, almost violent, with a hint of cruelty and hideousness.

I see. This might be the other side of Aimee Castina's nature—an explosive temper that was suppressed by her awe-inspiring sense of justice in the past.

It was by no means heroic, nor was it elegant. It was full of the violent impulses of human nature. Now, they appeared before him as if they had been freed from their shackles.

Ah, this is really great, because this is undoubtedly the full strength of Aimee Castina, and it is precisely because of this that there is meaning in victory and overcoming.

In order to break with the dirty and muddy past and defeat it, one must defeat the hero he admires head-on.

If you don't do this, you will not be able to move forward at all.

That's why I'm standing here now.

After all, he still looked like he was trapped by the past. How could he stand beside an extraordinary hero? He was not even qualified to hold Ella's hand.

If you want to hold the hand of the person you miss, you must be worthy of them.

I absolutely cannot let it roll off these hands again.

Black and white fought each other for a moment, and then both sides lowered their blades and resumed their stances.

Murphy took a deep breath, and the pain in his lungs, which had already been overloaded, made his body tremble slightly.

At this moment, in the center of the world, words are no longer needed between each other.

Murphy and Ames must have had the same intuition.

——The next blow will end this moment of trance.

Chapter 23 The End of the Journey

In the blink of an eye, black and white clashed with each other, and everything seemed to be condensed into eternity in that moment.

Her throat was dry and anxious, and every muscle in her body was filled with tension, but despite this, Murphy's eyes were still fixed on the hero in front of her.

Aimee Castina is not only the sun in the sky, but also the hero and legend he has always admired.

And that upright figure was now holding a sword as his enemy, not hiding his brutal will at all.

For Murphy, this is the best ending, and nothing else matters.

To relieve the tension, he exhaled slowly and raised his sword over his right shoulder.

Incredibly, he did not feel any hesitation at this moment. The sword was telling him that swinging a blow with all his heart and soul was the best choice at the moment.

Deep down in his heart, all tricks and feints have long disappeared.

He knew very well that the hero he admired was not some ordinary person who could be killed by conspiracy or trap, and he didn't remember ever expecting anything of that level.

Because of this, now we can only use all our strength to fight the opponent.

That's all Murphy wanted, nothing more than this.

Meanwhile, Ames placed the white sword at her waist and took a stance.

It was the same posture as that night, the blade that had once been unreachable and unsurpassable was now there.

The golden eye was filled with blazing might, without any emotion or confusion from the past, only pure will.

Murphy narrowed her eyes, wrapped her numb little finger around the hilt, gritted her teeth, and took a deep breath.

After getting into position, he and Ames stood there without moving, as if they were both regretting that this time was about to end.

I don't know when, the surrounding sounds and time all disappeared, there was no breathing, no swallowing sound, only the enemy captured by my eyes.

They had nothing to say to each other, and no small movements were made. They were just waiting for the moment to come.

Murphy's body was stretched taut like a string, the tip of the sword swaying in the air.

In order to get this moment, he has gone through too long a journey. Those days when he almost knelt down several times were really too long.

On that road, he moved forward anxiously with humiliation and giving up.

Yes, no matter what, no matter where we go, it will be a long journey that is beyond description.

however.

——Its end is here.

A voice that was not audible was heard.

Murphy and Ames, something in each other's hearts bit each other, and then drove their legs.

Time, which had been stopped at that moment, finally began to move.

As if they were breathing in sync, the two of them attacked at the same time, neither of them would move first, and neither of them would fall behind.

The tip of the sword hissed, and the white sword also flew in the air, cutting off the sound.

In the dim light, only two lines flashed.

Murphy was sure that this was the ultimate blow that used all his strength, a blow that combined everything he had stepped on so far.

On the other side, a fierce blade was wielding with the intent to bite through the enemy's heart first. Aimee Castina's bottomless talent burned in her single eye like a roar.

That swing was like a storm, passing from Murphy's left armpit to his heart and then to his neck, and the surrounding sky was easily split in two, thus opening a path for the blade.

It was a pure blow, meant only to crush the enemy's life.

The inescapable death is there, a definite death that cannot be stopped or avoided.

But I already knew about that kind of thing, so it's only natural. How could that hero's attack be so easily inferior to mine?

There was no way Murphy would do such an unreasonable idea.

However, he did not change his trajectory, but bent his shoulders and swung the sword directly down.

Even if it was just a little bit, in order to be able to reach the hero's blade, he forced his arm like an object.

——Faster, faster!

Murphy roared with a force that was as if she was gritting her molars.

He knew very well that Ames's sword would first dig into his chest and crush his heart.

This in itself is unstoppable, and if you want to reach the hero's blade, it is the price you have to pay.

In that case, just bear the cost. We've done it once before, right?

Murphy pushed his body forward, forcing his foot to take another step forward.

In the space that seemed extremely narrow, he used the same trick he had just used.

But this time, he was not trying to protect himself, but to kill the enemy.

There was no doubt that it was like stepping into the hands of the god of death. Ames's white blade had bitten into Murphy's flesh, making his whole body bathed in blood.

But even so, that trajectory did deviate slightly from Ames's idea.

The blade did not hit the armpit, but stabbed into the shoulder. Although it only took a moment, it would take some time to bite through life.

For Murphy, that was enough.

He imagined everything in the depths of his eyes, saw everything clearly, drew the line, and then, just like that, he raised his arm and let the sword move unwaveringly along that line.

During the slightly restrained moment, Murphy forced himself to turn his waist and poured all his strength into the sword.

A flash of light shot past.

That was the flash that killed the hero he admired, the sun-like hero - Aimee Castina.

In the dim light, the black blade flickered, and the inscription "Hero Killer" engraved on the sword shone with majesty and brilliance.

Murphy and Ames' moans sounded at the same time, like breathing, accompanied by slight tremors. The swords and blades were covered in blood, representing the will of their masters.

Just like that, the moment of trance ended.

There was the feeling of bits of flesh biting each other in his hands, the smell of blood spurting out filled his nose, and the crunching sound of broken bones filled his whole body.

Both of them were spitting blood, and their figures standing there holding swords seemed to overlap.

Both sides had no strength left, unable to move or twist their bodies.

This was natural, the two blades pierced each other's bodies, completely severing their lifelines.

My vision became blurry, and I didn't know whether I was alive or dead. All that was left was the blood in my body turning into a torrent and making strange noises.

Now, there, they can only hear each other's faint breathing.

It seems that she is still alive, which must be close to a miracle, but such a miracle will end in a few seconds.

In an instant, Murphy felt as if something hot covered her spine, and tears seemed to be about to flow out.

——Ah, I killed the hero with my own hands, and then was killed by the hero with his own hands.

Feeling that the sound of his heart had weakened significantly, he used the last bit of his strength to open his lips.

"—A temporary farewell, Aimee Castina, my good rival."

Aimees's single eye widened slightly, and then, as usual, she spoke.

"--Yeah. If possible, we can be friends next time."

She only said this, and nothing else.