After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

She raised her upper body slightly and stretched forward her hands, which were restrained by the magic equipment.

He felt no strength in his hands, as if he couldn't even wave a twig. Even if he chanted a spell, the magic power would disappear immediately.

However, Frodo had thought of a way to do this, and the step-by-step book she had written for this purpose had already been engraved in her mind.

She had considered this option in the past.

Generally speaking, even if a person restrained by a magical suit uses magic, it will be meaningless because the magic power will be sucked away.

However, if the magic power released exceeds the magic power dissipation ability of the magic equipment, wouldn't it be possible to cast a spell?

Of course, this is a kind of hard work that cannot be called a method at all. It cannot even be said to be a random methodology. It is simply lawless.

Magical equipment is like forcibly inserting a needle into the magician's veins and draining their magic power.

If you force yourself to inject magic power into it, it will be like opening a scar and digging out blood. Your hands and feet will feel intense tearing pain, and your internal organs will struggle in the countercurrent of magic power.

However, precisely because of this, Frodo completed it without hesitation, because the words that came from nowhere were still echoing in her ears.

——Useless people can only walk on the road covered with thorns and wash away their past with their own blood. Only in this way can they be reborn.

Magic power was running at full speed in Frodo's tightly clenched hands, and the blood vessels in her hands and feet were squeezed and twisted as she screamed.

Magic Casting - battlefield magic.

The bright light rushed towards the black sphere.

Chapter 31 The Will and the Soul

The powerful magic power released by Frodo rushed into the Great Temple. The magical aurora was injected into the black sphere while squeezing the surrounding space. Everyone watched this scene with gritted teeth.

As the magic light dispelled the darkness, the shadows kept changing shape in the gaps between the light.

The shadows that were scattered by the light finally re-outlined the contours of the body.

In front of his sight were her and them, with wounds on her hands and feet, emitting flowing magical energy.

That way of existence is excellent for Shadow.

Frodo the Innovator, in the past, she used this name to launch the first magic revolution since Artius. In that way, she created magic and abandoned all the frameworks displayed by previous magic.

And now, just as they wished, they desperately want to invade the territory ruled by the great demon Artius.

As the name suggests, they voluntarily risked their will and lives.

This kind of will must have been given to them by Murphy.

The shadow twisted its body, as if mocking itself.

So, how do you compare to the actions of your family members?

"It's so sad. I can't help at all. As a character who can only convey the voice, I'm almost crying."

It might have been a sound, or it might not have been. Either way, Shadow's self-mockery vanished into the darkness, unnoticed by anyone.

As he spoke, the shadow's sight was no longer focused on Frodo, who was emitting a torrent of magic power, but on Artius, who was being swallowed by the enormous power.

Artius, who was still covered by the origin spell of the elves, had no way to avoid the magic beam "dedicated" by Frodo.

Although her true body has descended, that body is still Ella's, and ultimately it is a human thing.

If that were the case, there was no reason why she wouldn't be bound by the elf's curse.

Therefore, there was no need to be stingy at all. As said, Artius took on all of Frodo Volgograd's full strength.

The magic was so powerful that if the spearhead deviated even slightly, the temple would be directly devoured.

Not to mention humans, even giant monsters can be devoured by its brutality.

But the shadow trembled like a trembling lip, and his body was bathed in the sunlight and gradually shaved away.

——But even so, it’s not enough to push that guy back.

Heroes gathered together, brandishing swords, casting curses, and casting magic, but this was not enough, and his own family also fell in the duel with the great hero.

Originally, the Great Demon was such a being, created by the world to be invincible to humans, just like the people who were called giants, dragons, and demons in the past.

Among them, Artius's existence is particularly special. She makes all the great demons bow down to her, and sometimes even smashes their heads, looking down on all directions.

The Great Demon Lord who is not the King, this is her—the Great Demon Artius.

This has never changed since she was still a human. Although it seems contradictory, the only one who can kill her must be herself.

So, if Altius is to be removed from office, there is still one more thing to do.

Shadow leaned forward, smiling with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Artius, my old ally who once shared my existence, don't you think this is wonderful? Even without your help, they are already so noble."

Shadow just left these words and disappeared.

No one noticed the shadow, and no one knew that the shadow had spoken.

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Within the cursed black ball, Artius endured the overwhelming power of the magic. He didn't grimace in pain, nor did he whimper, but simply narrowed his eyes.

As if it was incredulous, as if it didn't understand what he meant, his golden eyes slowly looked around.

The doubts that were circling in my mind just now have not been eliminated yet.

Why, why does everyone want to find meaning and value in that human being called Murphy? What could there be?

To Artius, this was truly incredible, not only the heroes, but also the great heroes.

Whether good or bad, Murphy's soul is mediocre. He is neither a hero nor has the destiny to become a brave man.

Since ancient times, those who are brave enough to become heroes will have something corresponding to their souls. It is not wrong to describe it as "talent", but Artius believes that the soul is the root of it.

If the souls do not match, efforts will be meaningless and fruitless, and the sun will not shine on the body.

The will of a person without a noble soul is not even worth a piece of thin paper.

Even if they uphold justice, they can easily be crushed by evil.

The kindness of mediocre people exists to be trampled upon, and sincerity exists to be broken. This is the common sense.

This is how the world is, and everyone must know it, so, out of helplessness, everyone has to bow their heads and live.

Don't despair, move forward. In a world like this, who can say that? Isn't it cruel to walk through this world with hope?

That's why Artius allows despair.

She allowed everything to be destroyed, allowed them to bow their heads, and gave them happiness and salvation, allowing the powerless to fall into a light sleep.

Artius believed that this was the highest priority for humanity, and was convinced that he was the right person to guide it.

It is precisely because of this that it is incomprehensible why everyone throws away their hands, seeks value in that human being with only a mediocre soul, and pays respect to his will?

Feliya Reinhard, Frodo Volgograd, and Altis, everyone had longed to hold the hand of the god Altius and sincerely accept this salvation.

They firmly believed that accepting Artius's salvation as the right path and obeying his will was the supreme right thing to do, and they accepted the light sleep and closed their eyes obediently.

But now? They were putting themselves in complete opposition, and even imitating his bleeding without a care in the world.

I still can't understand it. If the one leading them is a great hero, then it's fine because that soul is trustworthy.

But what does Murphy have? All he has is his arrogant ego, in other words, selfishness.

Is there any need to pay attention to such a boring person?

——No, if we trace it back to the source, it might be Field who did something.

This possibility was very high, and from a long time ago, he was the only one who would deviate from Altius's intentions.

It could be said that since they were all human, he was the only one who would contradict Artius.

Well, in this case, not only has he given people like Murphy an opportunity, it wouldn't be surprising even if he has set up some kind of mechanism there.

The intense demonic aurora licked Artius's entire body. It was no longer something that brought pain to the opponent, but a violent magic that could shake existence itself and erase concepts.

At least in the past, Frodo did not master this kind of magic.

Artius's cheeks twisted, his golden eyes widened, and there was even a look of praise in his eyes.

If this is also the impact of that, then it would be bad.

Artius spoke with a sigh amidst the torrent of magic.

It felt like after a long time, I regained the feeling of being a human being with language.

"If there's something you don't want to see inside, it's better to just paint it over."

Thinking of this, Artius shook his finger gently.

Then, just when she was about to take action.

A tearing pain ran through his fingertips, and red blood dripped down as if rejecting Artius's actions.

The golden eyes narrowed in self-mockery.

——So, you are the first person influenced by him, Saint Ella.

Chapter 32 People around me (7000)

Artius stared quietly at his cracked finger, watching the blood flowing from the wound licking his snow-white skin, his eyes as if he was looking at something strange.

Although it wasn't a serious wound, just a small cut, for Artius, it was a physical pain that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Artius blinked, thinking that even though he was suffering from the curse and magic, having his body torn apart might be the first time since he became human.

In addition, the fingers of the left hand were not satisfied with just being torn, and even had slight spasms.

Of course, Altius didn't do this consciously.

Rather, even if I tried to hold it down, my fingers would make a sound as if they were about to tear apart, almost like a threat.

Artius raised his cheeks slightly when he saw his body growling.

In other words, this is this body—Ella’s rebellion itself.

Artius felt as if her voice was echoing in his ears.

No, as a matter of fact, there are sounds there, but the sounds coming from deep inside the body are really amazing.

Ella's voice sounded like a growl, but it was very calm, only the tone was always cold.

——Of all things in this world, he is the only thing that belongs to me. I won’t give you even a piece of my soul.

It was a voice that had a clear will, running through the entire body. There was no doubt that it would not waver in the slightest.

Hearing this, Artius shook his cheek.

Saint Ella's rebellion was something that Artius could never accept.

According to the teachings of the Cathedral, martyrdom does not require will or desire, but only the pursuit of peaceful salvation and happiness, which is the most beautiful.

Most importantly, no god would welcome a saint who betrays the god she is supposed to serve.

But for some reason, facing Ella's words as she bared her fangs at him, Artius showed a sympathetic expression and spoke.

"I know, Ella. Of course I know. It even hurts my heart."

Artius showed a long-lost emotion, his lips moving as he nodded.

Most of the ownership of the body still belonged to Ella. If she opened her eyes, Artius' soul would have to close them obediently.

In this case, it makes sense to express understanding of this statement.

However, Artius nodded at Ella's words, not for this reason.

Even though Artius didn't like that, it didn't mean she couldn't do everything forcefully.

Therefore, the reason why Artius honestly pulled Ella's fingertips was simply because he liked the way she existed.

Few people would abandon everything else in order to love and control a man.

There are indeed as many people who can say these words with words as there are dust on the ground, but no one can say them with the offering of his own body.

Moreover, Artius couldn't dislike Ella's tough attitude of using her own strength to accomplish something while threatening with a sharp blade at the critical moment.

——After all, when he was still human, Artius himself had done something similar to Ella. The innocence of giving up all status for a man still remains in the memory of his soul.

That's why she's so adorable, and Artius knows that someone like that won't give up their body so easily.

If a dispute arose, she would surely lie in wait with her eyes fixed on the enemy in order to break his head.

A small, yet extremely funny smile appeared on his face. Artius whispered a few words in the tone he would speak to his own children, then looked forward.