After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

But in fact, Garlas Gargantia is just like that.

Judging from his bold personality, he is an incredible perfectionist.

As long as there is even the slightest deficiency, it won’t work. This can be said to be a spirit of unwillingness to compromise.

He was particularly strong in matters of chivalry. It would be more accurate to say that it was precisely because he had absolutely no interest in other matters that he appeared so bold.

Therefore, even if the opponent has fallen, he is still thinking about where he might have been lacking.

Not only that, his mind even flashed with images of moments of conflict that had never occurred.

Then, a question arose.

Garlas's hands were on his gun, his eyes slightly widened as he stared into the darkness.

In conclusion, Filia Reinhardt was killed, that's what it should be.

She had struck the side of her head with her own blow, destroying her skull. She could actually feel her brain being gouged out in her hand.

That’s right, destruction, not the impact nor the damage, but the destructive blow that can strip away everything.

There is no way to defend against this move in this world. Once it hits, any means of response or defense are meaningless. It is an unstoppable blow.

So, why is this happening? Looking at the scene before him, Garlas narrowed his eyes, his heart not shaken or anxious, but filled with questions.

He took a stance with a red gun in hand, and what appeared before him was a silver light with blood makeup on. She stood there with a dazzling brilliance.

So, why did Filia Reinhardt stand up now? This question surfaced in Garlas's mind.

The next moment, he sighed softly, swallowed the question that was about to come out of his mouth, and then threw out another sentence.

"—Is that so? You are no longer human."

He said this while looking at Filia Reinhardt, who was slowly standing up and waving her sword in the darkness.

Filia's movements were still leisurely, and she looked as if she was unable to fight. Compared with her beast-like appearance just now, it was simply unimaginable.

Now, at first glance, it seems that he can pick her head off in one breath.

However, Garlas did not want to step over easily. The area around Filia was dark and full of tranquility.

Just like the bottom of the sea, in the deep darkness one could even think that the other person was there. This was completely different from the past. It was not darkness, but pitch black.

In short - the enemy has become a demon. Was it transformed from the demon, or was it always like this, or was it that his bloodline awakened?

Countless possibilities emerged in Garlas's mind, and Garlas eliminated those options one by one.

Now, it doesn't matter what happened.

There was indeed evil before his eyes, so how could he eliminate it? Apart from this, Garlas had no other ideas.

The devil said as if barking.

"—I will kill you. Garlas Gargantia."

As if echoing these words, the pitch-black darkness began to stir.

At that moment, Garlas realized the true nature of this space.

It wasn't an illusion, nor was it some kind of elven spell. So, what was it? It was something very simple.

This is a different world.

Garlas's crooked lips curled up unconsciously. The so-called other world is an existence that can, among many demons, fight against the world on an equal footing by itself.

And what forms it does not rely on the existence observed and allowed by the world, but on the creature that observes the world by its own existence.

This being has an extremely powerful nature, and even as an invisible spirit, it can have an impact on the world.

——That is, gods, dragons, giants, etc.

Garlas held the red spear, reflecting the devil in his vision.

Although this was a matter of course, Garlas had never actually seen the Otherworld, nor had he experienced it; it was simply stored in his head as knowledge.

Moreover, the so-called other world was originally nothing more than a miracle in mythology, and no one among scholars even wanted to discuss its existence.

However, Garlas judged this to be another world.

This came from his intuition and the sense of avoidance that appeared on his skin, and the demonic nature in front of him further confirmed Garlas's intuition.

Garlas' throat was trembling. Through the back of the demonic Filia Reinhardt, he indeed saw that behind her was a huge body that made it uncomfortable to look up.

The giant, far beyond the temple, roared.

————Oh oh oh——Oh oh oh!

Garlas seemed to hear the sound of space itself being torn apart.

Wherever there was originally a pitch black darkness, it gradually crumbled away as if to be stripped of its pretense.

The scene was magnificent. Although it was a different world, it was still a world.

And now, the world itself is collapsing, destroying itself, and annihilating.

While shaping the world, they also use their own power to destroy and distort it. That is the Titan, known as the Titan in the Age of Gods.

As the darkness faded ahead, the majesty of the Flimsrath Great Temple reappeared, surrounded by the fallen figures of many Templar Knights. The threatening black fog from before was no longer there.

Seeing this, Garlas pointed his red gun at the devilish Filia and spoke.

“‘Knights, seek the way to survive, avoid danger, and when avoidance is unavoidable, bravely fight.’ —I really can’t stand it, really… Even if the opponent is a giant from the Age of Gods, as a knight I must continue to fight.

Garlas was prepared to die and clenched his canine teeth.

To him, what is scary is not death, but other things. If he loses that, death will be considered gentle.

Filia also took her stance, clearly holding the dragon horn sword just like before, but the power contained in it was too great to look directly at.

Huohong and Yin once again faced each other with the will to fight. In order to take each other's life, they were naturally prepared to sacrifice their lives.

Just as the dragon sword was about to be released with its vicious will again, Yintong's eyes suddenly widened.

Seeing this, Garlas couldn't help but be stunned.

Just now, the will to gouge out not only the Adam's apple but even the heart turned into mist in the blink of an eye, and even the hostility disappeared without a trace.

Garlas's eyes unconsciously looked at Filia. Was this a trap? Perhaps this was a tactic to make him let down his guard.

However, her behavior seemed real. In Filia's silver eyes, there was no longer any trace of Garlas. Her thoughts had long been taken away by other more important things.

Then, the mouth spoke.

"…Murphy."

Great Evil, that man's name.

However, it was impossible to decipher her intentions.

Is that man also in this great temple? If so, why? What is the meaning of calling out this name?

Filia put Garlas's question behind her and raised her sword, but it was not aimed at Garlas, but at the huge wall of the great temple.

How stupid, Garlas's reason told him.

However, that was only a moment.

Filia raised the dragon sword and swung it down, using this natural movement to drill a large hole in the rock wall that could be considered bedrock.

That was the undoubted brokenness itself. How could such a frail body possess such strength? Now, it was meaningless to ask such questions.

Amidst the flying dust, the little giant turned around and spoke.

"Excuse me, I'm going to run away. You can look down on me and say I'm a useless woman, I don't care."

After saying this, she disappeared into the cave.

In the dusty temple, Garlas narrowed his eyes.

The black fog that should have posed a threat showed no sign of appearing, and even the great temple itself emitted a faint shattering sound.

His mind raced with what he had to do from now on, the sharp canines twisted, and then his shoulder cracked.

"What a wonderful woman, what a shame."

Garlas smacked his lips, then let out a loud sigh.

Chapter 26 Holy Body

Fear clung to my stomach, and my eyes felt as if they were being gouged out, causing severe pain.

All this happened so suddenly that Eltis fell to the ground unconsciously. His legs became limp and useless, and his hands became numb and powerless.

Her green eyes were wide, and her already fair skin was now so pale that it looked sickly.

Only the breath exhaled from the throat was always hot, squeezing the internal organs.

Eltis stretched out his twitching fingers as if crawling on the floor.

What happened? What's wrong with my body now?

Eltis has a deep understanding of this.

It is an impulse that disturbs the body and forcibly tears apart the spirit.

Now, Eltis' body is bound by the curse of fear. As long as he looks directly at it, his breathing will become heavy and his mouth will become dry.

Fear, this feeling alone paralyzed Eltis' body and made him panic.

She also knew where its roots lay. The aura that ran through the soul was always great and powerful, and it was a race that the elves had no choice but to belong to.

——There is indeed the breath of the ancestor there.

Really? Is this an illusion?

True and false is determined by Altis' own soul.

——It is true, He is here now, in this temple, the awe-inspiring ancestor giant Frimsrath.

Just thinking about this made Eltis's head turn into a mess.

This is a natural thing, because this is how the elves were formed.

Do not doubt the existence of the ruler, and do not think of anything in front of it. The elves are created to not be allowed to do anything that disobeys the master race, and this is the case with the elves.

Even though that was a long time ago, the memory of the ancestors still lives on in the souls of the elves.

I might as well lose consciousness here. How easy it would be to put everything out of my consciousness. How wonderful it would be if I could just lower my head.

At least that's what most elves do. No, this is how it should be done. Soon, I will do the same, and it's pretty good this way.

So, so, so, so—

Eltis bit her lip reflexively, a bright red oozing from the corners of her mouth.

In an instant, her sanity was forcibly pulled back by the severe pain that seemed to split her body apart, and a look of anger appeared in her blue eyes.

——I’m getting angry.

Not to anyone, but to yourself.

Eldis pressed her numb fingers to the ground in shame.

Elves were a subordinate race of giants. That was a very long time ago, even in the mythological age.

Even an elf who admires retro would not worship the abominable past. Why should I still follow that fate today?

What a joke, what's wrong with you.

Moreover, he was the one who cursed humanity, but now he was bound by an ancient curse. It was really laughable.

Eltis shook his head and struggled to get up from the body lying on the ground.

Her steps forward were always so weak, as if she would stop if she lost focus.

But even so, she didn't stop.

Step by step, Altis stepped on the stone bed.

There is another point in his mind.

It was a kind of fear that made it difficult to look away. That fear had begun to germinate, surpassing the fear of the ruler and tearing apart Eltis's spirit.

——Since a while ago, the reaction of the spirit suit has become quite fragile.

As an incarnation of Eltis, the Elven Armor would not convey the wearer Murphy's status in detail. At most, it could only convey his location and movements.

However, this reaction will definitely not weaken.