After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The elves' spells and the magical aurora still bound Artius to the spot.

Artius even had some respect for them, admiring that they could actually do such a thing, but his stance did not waver at all.

It was just unable to move, and although the heat was out of specification, it was not enough to make Artius's existence disappear.

Not only that, the black ball that bound Artius seemed to have long been unable to withstand the violent power injected into it. It creaked and collapsed bit by bit, and a faint crack appeared.

The god was looking ahead at Murphy, and around him, the three shadows supporting him.

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It is humiliating to feel powerless at any time.

Felia pouted, lifted her right foot, and placed her hand on the long sword made of dragon horn.

The sound of teeth crunching echoed in her head, and Filia exhaled a breath of white air.

"——Listen carefully, don't look back, take Murphy and run."

She muttered softly to the two people behind her.

Perhaps due to the influence of the aurora that exceeded the limit of magic, Frodo's shoulders rose and fell as she gasped for breath. Although it was not nice to say this, she did not look like she had the physical strength to run.

For Murphy, she has done her best. Filia, who was aware of this, said to her: Don't look back, run.

After losing the illumination of the magic light, the temple returned to darkness, and Filia stood there alone with a long sword in hand.

In addition to her, there was also a black sphere sitting there, as if saying that it was the master of this place.

If it was just that, it wouldn't matter. After all, the black ball was just a curse. If the person tied inside died, there would be nothing to worry about.

However, Filia saw that in the black gap, there was a pair of golden eyes wide open, staring at this place with an extremely cold gaze.

Filia stuffed the cold air into her lungs in one breath, her heart quickened her pace, her legs followed suit, and her skull felt a tight pain.

She knew full well that her sword was ineffective against that, but even so, if she was asked if she could run away with her back exposed mercilessly, that would be another matter.

It's not reasonable at all, it's just completely stupid behavior.

Knowing that his own weapons are useless, yet still fighting against them, he is simply an unintelligent beast.

Filia sighed self-deprecatingly, but a smile appeared on her face.

——But in order to save Murphy's life, this is the only thing to do. In this case, it should be done as a matter of course.

This is enough. As for more reasons, Filia does not need them, so there are no obstacles.

The only thing that made me feel a little bit unwilling was what kind of expression Murphy would show when he heard the news of his own death. I really wanted to see it.

In the silver eyes, a brilliant golden light was reflected, which seemed to dispel the cursed black fog.

"There's no time left." Filia repeated, and said to her back, "Hurry up."

Judging from the exhausted condition of Frodo and Eltis, no matter how you look at it, he is the most suitable role now. After all, this body is Murphy's shield.

In order to attract as much gold as possible, Filia lowered her body and put her sword on her shoulder.

Then, Filia stepped forward and ran. The sword in her hand turned into a flash of light and flew through the darkness.

The two people behind seemed to be shouting something, but Filia could no longer hear it.

There is only one voice that can be heard.

Only that roar shook Filia's ears and throat.

—ho ho ho —ho ho ho ho ho —!

Amidst a roar that could shake the world, the dragon-horn sword drew beautiful lines and headed straight for Ella.

A hissing sound was heard, and the air in front of the blade was torn apart, making a wailing sound.

With a flash of her eyes, Filia was no longer in the human realm.

Whether it was the unattainable strength of the giants or the pressure of the demons she released, they were neither something humans could achieve nor endure.

If you try to catch it with your sword, you'll probably be thrown directly into the ground. This is undoubtedly the result you can imagine at a glance.

In other words, that swing was a demonic swing, and the giant factor running through the body let out a loud roar.

However, Ella, who was fighting against Filia, dispelled the black curse that bound her while raising her slender white arms, using only her skin to withstand the absolutely unstoppable blow.

The future at this moment was all within her expectations. Originally, her arm would have been torn apart by Filia's sword, and her blood would have stained the sky.

However, the reality was that nothing happened. Ella's body was neither lying on the ground nor spitting out blood. She simply existed there.

This incredible scene was taken for granted by Filia.

Anyway, this is a scene I have seen once, so I will not put down the knife again.

Two strikes, three chops, and if that doesn't work, one more swing, one more dodge.

Without even giving Ella time to breathe, the flash combo changed targets from the head, neck, and heart, and continued to pounce on Ella's body.

Each swing is a fatal blow, an extremely violent combo made with the purpose of killing the enemy.

But, after all, it's still too weird.

Every attack was suppressed before it touched Ella's skin. The reason was unknown. It might be a miracle of the saint, or it might be something of unknown origin.

The only thing she knew was that she seemed to be unable to be pierced by Filia's sword no matter what.

Filia let out a breath from her small mouth and narrowed her eyes.

——How is this possible?

To be honest, Filia's heart expressed something close to a complaint.

Human skin is not the kind of structure that can remain unaffected even if iron is pierced into it. A person who does not spit blood after being pierced by a knife is no longer human.

No, even a monster would have a somewhat cute reaction when faced with a flash of all its strength.

That being said, what was going on with this woman? She showed no reaction, and even her sword-wielding hand didn't feel any reaction. It would have been better if she had just made a move.

Despite thinking this, Filia did not stop swinging her sword.

No matter what, his current mission is not to defeat this woman, but to buy some time. Even if he can only gain time as small as a grain of sand, it should be quite meaningful.

Frodo, Eldis, and more importantly, all of this was to allow him to escape from here.

Filia clenched her molars tightly and drew out the blade again in an instant.

A giant's roar emanated from Filia's throat as she swung her sword towards Ella's eyes. Although it was meaningless, it was still a flash of all her strength.

However, just as the blow was about to touch those golden eyes, Ella's lips slowly opened.

"Maybe it's possible, maybe it's not possible, it's just a small matter. Even if it's physically impossible, as long as it's not physically possible, then it's possible."

As soon as she finished speaking, Filia's sword stopped, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't squeeze in.

As if those words symbolized, Filia's swung sword was blocked by Ella's white fingers, and Filia heard the sound of her throat swallowing saliva.

Filia had completely understood that the woman in front of her was wrapped in some kind of magic or demonic power, and it was this demonic power that supported this strange condition.

Therefore, no matter how unusual or impossible something is, it is possible in front of this woman.

Filia already understood this fact.

However, such understanding and the brain's ability to process what is actually happening are two different things.

The long sword, swung with all its might, was nonchalantly blocked by slender fingers that seemed to have never held a sword before.

This was a huge blow to Filia, who had dedicated her entire life to the sword. Her silver eyes widened reflexively, and cold sweat instantly seeped down her neck.

This is ridiculous.

Filia's thoughts and body stopped all movements for a moment, and this moment was fatal to Ella.

In the blink of an eye, followed by a strange, piercing crunch.

——In Ella's hand, the dragon horn sword began to shatter and self-destruct, and the jade-red dragon horn shone with the last light, flying in the air.

As the dragon-horn sword was shattered, Filia was also thrown away. Before she could withstand the impact of losing her beloved sword, her body was thrown to the ground.

Inadvertently, Filia, who fell to the ground, suppressed the pain and sighed.

——That’s the end.

These words suddenly passed through Filia's mind.

Of course, his attacks were ineffective against the enemy, and in the end, even his beloved sword was taken away.

At this point, there is no way to fight against her.

So, it's over.

But, that's not bad either.

Thinking of this, Filia pursed her lips.

Although they failed to create more time, there was still enough time for Frodo and the others to sneak out of the Great Temple. As for what happened next, it would depend on luck.

In that case, it doesn’t matter, and it may even be good.

Filia smiled, an expression that was neither self-mockery nor a sign of defeat.

It was a tragic death, lying on the ground defeated by the enemy. It was too cruel for him.

For Filia, who believed in strength, this was a humiliation that could twist and tear her internal organs.

Filia's clenched molars creaked and her fingers trembled numbly, but at the same time, a sense of satisfaction arose in her heart.

At least Murphy's life was saved and he successfully escaped from this anomaly. For Filia, who is Murphy's shield, this is the most important thing.

At the same time, Filia felt that thoughts that she would never have had before now existed in her heart.

She struggled to stand up her shaky body and squinted her eyes.

Ah, and also... although it's a little unexpected, Murphy doesn't actually have the bold personality to put aside everything in the past, and he is not the kind of person who can easily forget the person who died for him and enjoy happiness.

So, he will definitely never forget this scar of mine for the rest of his life...If that's the case, it seems not bad.

There were faint lines on her face, and Filia smiled.

Ella waved her hands in front of his eyes. No emotion could be read in those eyes, only the tone looked a little cold.

At the same time, Ella's lips moved up and down, carving some words in the air.

Although she couldn't understand the meaning of that sentence, Filia also understood that soon, something like magic would befall her, and this magic would definitely bring a devastating blow to her body and soul.

However, until the end, Filia stared at Ella.

Even though he knew he would die, he would not take his eyes off the cause and made an unpleasant expression.

If not, how could you be worthy of being his shield?

Ella's fingertips stretched out, and in Filia's silver eyes, a golden thread-like object was reflected, approaching her neck.

Now she had no means to stop Ella, nor could she resist.

So - it wasn't Filia who cut the golden magic thread, but a black blade.

The moment the magic thread was broken, both Gold and Silver opened their eyes wide.

A sound resounded throughout the earth, roaring.

"—Do you really enjoy doing whatever you want while others are asleep?"

His voice sounded a little erratic, yet filled with anger that was difficult to conceal.

"Using the body of someone else's childhood sweetheart to trample on someone else's accomplice, is God really that great? Huh?"

The black blade shuttled through the darkness, and evil spoke fearlessly.

His body stood in front as if to protect Filia, not even caring about his bleeding shoulder.

However, his current condition is far from perfect.

His legs and feet were shaking slightly, and his shoulders were rising and falling to an extent that was unimaginable under normal circumstances. His body was covered with bruises and wounds.

It is very likely that he pulled out the white blade that was stuck in his flesh with force. His body was covered in blood, and the bright green color of his military uniform had long disappeared.

He looked like he was in the abyss of death, and was in no condition to lend a helping hand to others.

Lending a hand and helping others are actions that are taken by those who are calm and have some spare time.

Would a poor person give alms to a beggar? Would someone who can't even guarantee their own future be willing to lend a hand to someone else's lamentations? Impossible.

But that definitely didn't mean I did anything bad, let alone being scolded.