After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

In order to accurately convey his existence, Eltis created it in this way.

But now, that reaction has weakened, which means that Murphy, who has almost become one with the suit, is about to disappear.

A chilling pain in his neck caused Altis to take another shaky step.

——Impossible, this is not a good thing. I will not let such a thing happen. Even if it really happens, I will never let you die even if I have to bind your soul to this world.

Eltis muttered to herself, her green eyes widening.

Before his eyes, the sacrificial hall of the Great Temple appeared.

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The sacrificial hall of the Great Temple of Frimsrat, which usually exudes a dark and solemn atmosphere, can now see the sky.

The clear blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see the distant universe.

This is not a metaphor or a fantasy, but a scene that actually appears in this temple.

It's like a different world, everything is blue and everywhere is high.

Then, under such a sky, He is there.

It was a giant body that made even the great sky seem insignificant, as if the world itself had stood up, and its eyes were filled with a pair of bright pupils that seemed to be filled with chaos.

The pressure it exudes is greater than anything else, even making people instinctively believe that the sacred sky may be destroyed and the earth may be crushed.

Faced with such overwhelming power, the god said.

"Although it was an illusion, it's been quite some time since I put you to sleep, Frimsrath, the first and last giant."

Ella—Artius spoke in a light, singing-like voice.

In the presence of the giants, His way of being did not waver.

The giant made a sound as if he finally noticed the piece of gold. Although it was unknown whether it was his words, he did show something similar to his own will.

"—It's the voice of one of our own kind... King of Mankind, why have you trespassed upon my territory? Is this arrogance or disrespect?"

The space was stirred like this, as if a giant's breath could blow the temple away without a trace.

At this time, no one here was conscious anymore, there were only two alien beings.

Artius narrowed his eyes, mechanically making an expression and sneering at the Giant King.

"King of Giants, stop teasing me. Arrogance and disrespect are your strengths, and that's why you're destroyed, isn't it? Or do you want to go through the same thing again?"

Artius took over the conversation, his voice overlapping, and the color reflected in his eyes even contained a hint of contempt.

As soon as He finished speaking, the space creaked as if it was about to crack.

"You have also lost your original body. Do you intend to use borrowed clothes to deal with me, King of Humanity?"

In the giant's big hand, there was still a sledgehammer that could still be swung. It obeyed the giant's will and changed its posture according to the giant's words.

Now, it is pouring out enough power to easily destroy the mountains. Although this is just an illusion, the power of the Giant King is there.

Even the world was trembling because of the two. There was no wind, no sound, only a suffocating feeling of oppression invading the entire space.

Despite this, Artius continued to laugh and talk as if he was telling a story.

"For example, what do you think would happen if someone went through the same things, lived the same life, and then had the same power?"

Artius raised his hands dramatically, as if asking a question to the giant, and continued.

"She lost her parents in the war, was thrown into a dry well, and raised in loneliness in an orphanage. She spent a painful life as a nun, and then gritted her teeth to become a candidate for the Saint, embarking on a cruel pilgrimage."

Artius lovingly stroked his own hand, the arm that knew unspeakable pain, where traces of past clenchings remained.

And there are still several such traces left in Ella's body.

The golden lips trembled.

"—That was exactly how I lived my life. So, just like the script said, to fit my body, to become like me."

Amidst the colorless overlay of Altius's voice, a faint look of pride emerged.

"It's true that such a script was created, and it's also true that it's being directed according to the script. However, even gods aren't omnipotent, and sometimes, sudden human actions cannot be stopped."

"Therefore," Artius continued, "I have suffered a lot."

"Some died in infancy; some were thrown into wells and their bones were broken; and some committed suicide because they could not bear the life of an orphan."

"Many died before they could become holy bodies, dying of poverty, being toyed with by men, dying of illness, or enduring violence."

"Building a good body is really a very laborious task."

"However, this girl named Ella did everything well. She survived well, chewed the pain, and kept moving forward."

"She's even more perfect now than she was before. It's amazing."

Artius spoke slowly, word by word, as if singing.

After hearing those words, the giant opened his eyes.

"Worse than beasts."

It was as if a hammer was raised to shatter the world.

Chapter 27: The Footsteps of Mythology and the Origin Spell

The giant that even the world screams for is here.

The canopy covering the sky collapsed, and even the wind caressing the air was torn apart by such momentum. Even though the power to shatter the mountains was enough, there was still a remaining hammer swinging in the other world.

The target was only one person, and the Founding Titan's full force fell on this person who was like a grain of sand compared to the hammer.

This blow employed the giant's full strength. Although it was only an illusion, as soon as the hammer struck a person's body, that person's existence would disappear.

It was neither shattered nor broken, but disappeared, leaving no flesh, bones, or even a drop of blood.

Magic and tricks are of no use; all that remains is overwhelming primal power.

In front of the giant, a human-like figure of gold with flowing hair said.

"If it were the original hammer, it would be fine, but this is just an illusion. Isn't that too far-fetched? The King of Giants, the Great Demon Frimsrat."

As His lips twisted, He made a sound.

There was no will of its owner, Ella, in that body, only the figure of a god shimmering with light.

Its true image seemed to be about to be seen, and the outline engraved on the soul seemed to be affected by the power of the giant, and it vaguely emerged on the surface.

The vaguely visible one, although in human form, is no longer a human, but merely the intense, naked devil itself.

The giant did not respond to the demonic voice. He did not react at all, but just roared with strong hostility towards the other party.

————Oh oh oh————

The roar reached the sky and echoed through the earth.

At the same time, the hammer was swung out.

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When Filia's silver eyes swept over the altar of the Great Temple, there seemed to be nothing there at first glance.

The dark front was as blurry as a dark cloud, silent and motionless, and even the presence of a human being could not be felt.

Logically speaking, you should leave this place early and look for the person you are looking for somewhere else.

If it was that man, I wonder what he would do the moment I looked away.

However, today was different. The blood in Filia's body keenly conveyed a very wonderful touch.

It was an indescribable feeling, like blood was biting me from the inside and oozing out of my whole body.

Filia's skin was radiating heat, and her breathing became unusually heavy.

So far, I have never encountered this kind of state. It's like the blood flowing in my body is going crazy.

Moreover, the blood was telling that the man was right in front, Murphy was here, in this darkness.

With an ominous premonition, Filia's heart began to beat even louder. The sweat licking her cheeks felt strangely hot, and the area ahead where the blood pointed was still dark.

Still, she saw something.

As if gazing at the calm seabed, Filia opened her eyes wide, and the silver light flashed with trembling.

His figure was indeed there, his green military uniform was stained black with blood, and a white blade had grown out of his body.

Her breathing stopped reflexively, and for a moment, Filia didn't even know what to do.

Her fingertips dangled in confusion, her feet staggered, her mind went blank, even the noble thought of thinking disappeared.

Ominous premonitions and unpleasant imaginations kept nagging at her mind.

As if to shake off everything, Filia ran towards the body lying there and touched his cheek, which was as cold as ice.

It wasn't just coldness, but the warmth that a living person should have had was completely lost. Filia couldn't help but swallow.

Murphy is about to die, no, maybe she has even lost her soul.

The moment she was certain of this, without any hesitation or confusion, Filia used the sword to cut a wound on her shoulder without hesitation.

In an instant, blood splattered.

At first glance, this scene seemed incredible, and even Filia herself couldn't tell whether this was the most rational action.

The intense pain made her vision flicker, and a large amount of blood rushed through her body as if it had a strong will, and then it overflowed from her shoulder and flowed to Filia's fingers.

With a very solemn gesture, Filia opened Murphy's lips, and the blood flowed along her fingers into the corner of Murphy's mouth.

Filia was not absolutely certain, but only had a premonition that was difficult to express in words.

Blood, the blood that Murphy once held in her mouth, is still lurking in Murphy's body.

In this cold body, only the blood was beating feverishly as if responding to itself.

I'm afraid it's because of my own blood that I was able to find this place.

In this way, perhaps I can use my own blood to share the heat with Murphy.

This seemingly foolish delusion was enough reason for self-harm in Filia's eyes.

Besides, yes, there is nothing else I can do besides this. I am just a body that can only use a sword. As long as there is something to bet on, I will bet everything.

Filia forgot the pain in her body and relaxed her cheeks as if she was talking to Murphy.

"It's nothing. If it doesn't work out, I'll die with you. Don't worry, Murphy."

These words seemed to be spoken to Murphy, but also to herself. Filia did not expect any response from these words.

But a voice responded to her, a unique sound that seemed to tease the ears and echoed in the temple.

"I hate it... Where's all your bravery on the battlefield? Giving up is just an excuse made up by those of us who can't stand it if we don't."

Green eyes and matching hair emerged from the dim light, and the Elf Queen Eldis spoke in a frivolous tone, as if imitating Murphy.

However, her complexion did not match her tone at all. Her skin was pale, making her fair cheeks appear even more translucent. Her expression was also very stiff, and she did not look safe and sound at all.

Eltis squatted beside her, looking at the blood flowing from Filia's hand and said.

"——Is it an atavism? It's rare for it to happen in the bloodline of a giant. However, if it is like this, it should be consistent with the elves' magic."

Eldis continued with a self-deprecating tone, "After all, that's how elves were created."

Then, without hesitation, she reached out to Murphy's body and activated the cause and effect of the spirit magic.

The sticky magic spread all over his body, caressing Eltis's skin.

It was a solidified spell, a manifested curse, which slowly passed through the skin and flowed into Murphy's body like a transfer.

It can even be said that this is the origin spell, because the Son of Nature did not curse everyone, but only one person.

Ah, so cute, ah, so hateful, that's why he has to be cursed, that's why he has to be bound, Altis greedily felt the muddy emotions coursing through his body.

Eldis thought that Murphy's body had lost its heat and his soul was about to be lost. If he had Filia's giant blood, he should be able to heat his body.

But the soul is different. Once separated from the body, the soul will not easily leave the hands of the god of death. Only gods and demons can get it.

But Eltis is neither a god nor a demon. She cannot keep the soul by her side and control it at will. As for what she can do, it is just to try her best to bind Murphy's soul with a curse.

Yes, just tie him up and lock him up.

Murphy's body was still wrapped in the elf suit that Eltis had poured all his heart and soul into.

The essence of that spirit suit is spirit magic. In other words, Murphy is like wrapping Eltis's spell around himself.