After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

On the contrary, if someone throws away everything he has in order to help others, then that person is definitely abnormal.

You have said this before, right? But why?

Filia stared at Murphy's back with her silver eyes wide open in shock, staring at his bloody body, trying hard to choose her words.

Why are you here? Don't do anything stupid! Do you know why I'm staying here? Get out of here!

All that came to Filia's mind were words that denied Murphy's actions, and her lips kept moving, trying to say these words out.

But in the end, every word was forced deep into his throat before it could even slip from his lips.

Rationally speaking, it is understandable that people who should be helped are now back in a desperate situation. This is stupid and nonsense.

Originally, I should have said this to him.

However, Filia's lips unconsciously tightened as her thoughts kept turning over and over again. The reason was clear.

I am a weak woman… How despicable it is to let my beloved do such a dangerous thing, even if it is just a little bit, I shouldn’t have such expectations, right?

However, once she saw him reaching out his hand to her, her cheeks would flush and become relaxed.

I simply couldn't imagine how intoxicated the expression on my face was at this moment. No matter what, this was definitely not something I could show to others.

Murphy said with her back to Filia.

"Hey, please let me go, Filia. If you die so easily, who will protect me?"

It's obviously this time, but he said as if he was joking, it seems that this place can't accommodate that kind of leisure and ease, right?

What a complete fool, yes, a big fool!

But, I am really a fool for letting my heart float because of these words, right?

But this is definitely not a bad mood.

Filia's lips moved and words came out of her mouth. The words that she had been racking her brains for just now disappeared without a trace.

"—Nonsense, how could I die so easily? Even if you say you hate me, I won't leave you."

As she said this, Filia felt that her tone had slightly risen, and as if to wear away the shyness, she curled her lips slightly.

However, this sweet aftertaste quickly vanished.

After the magic thread was cut off, Huang Jin did not show any sign of fear, but continued to look here.

Those bright eyes opened wide.

"A magnificent entrance, like a knight in a heroic epic."

The words praising Murphy were completely devoid of quality, and the act of speaking them out in a bland and emotionless manner was even creepy.

Her lips moved slightly as she continued.

"So, what are you going to do, Murphy? You're called evil. In the end, you can't do anything."

The emotionless voice suddenly turned calm and depressing, reminiscent of the deep seabed.

It didn't sound like the voice of someone talking to a human, but it did make people feel that there was some strong emotion in it.

Hearing this, Murphy shrugged, his expression completely invisible.

"Yes, in order to make everything end successfully, I am now trying to find a way to exorcise all those troublesome evil spirits. Do you have any solutions, Artius?"

"You are the almighty God of Salvation, right? Then please tell me about this." Murphy added, tilting the black blade.

The sword hissed as if answering its master, tearing through the sky.

Pointing at the woman in front of him, Artius, Mephistopheles recited the inscription of the "God of Salvation" in the cathedral. Was this irony directed at the saint, or the real god who appeared here?

Filia didn't know either. She frowned slightly and felt her throat inexplicably heavy.

Although I thought his words were fantasy, if that were true, it would be quite understandable, and my brain agreed with it.

Her body completely ignored the sword, and she would not fall even if cursed by the elves, and magic could only keep her in place.

In front of such a monster, at least compared to God, the devil seems easier.

After hearing what Murphy said, Artius laughed as if sighing.

"Really? Well, I allow you to think about it until your heart rots."

With a harsh sound, Artius stepped on the stone bed and took a step closer.

Just from this, Filia felt as if a hand was strangling her neck.

I couldn't breathe, and every breath was accompanied by a dull pain.

Filia swayed and bit her lip.

Is this her hostility?

When Artius took over his sword just now, his actions were just like playing with a child. He didn't treat him as an enemy, but just gently swept away the existence that was playing with him.

But facing Murphy now, there was indeed hostility in the golden eyes. Although he didn't know the specific reason, he could even feel the hatred in the air.

Emerging from the hostility is a heavy-colored illusion of death, with an oppressive feeling as if the sky is about to fall.

Arteus called out to Murphy as he took another step closer, each one taking his breath away.

"I won't kill you. On the contrary, I will let you rot once more, so that you will understand that you have no will, no dignity, and even no thoughts."

Hearing this, Murphy shook his sword and said.

"I'm really sorry, but I'm tired of this rotten life. If you like writing scripts, I hope you can come up with something new."

Hearing what Murphy said, Filia couldn't help but blink, and her light silver hair swayed in the air.

What he said was the same as usual, but Filia had a strange intuition.

In other words, it is the atmosphere and spirit emanating from the rhythm of the language.

The implication is that it conveys one thing.

For a moment, Murphy's gaze fell on Filia's silver eyes, and then he spoke quietly in a voice that only Filia could hear.

——The retreat route will be left to those two people. It’s nothing. I just need to ask them to take a detour and help me clear a path.

"Let's run away first," Murphy continued.

After hearing this, Filia realized that her intuition was correct.

In order to survive and find a way to save Qingmei, Murphy was prepared to die here.

Filia's silver eyes narrowed twistedly, and then she snorted and laughed, with a complex mixture of emotions in her heart, and answered.

"——I just said no, didn't I? Even if you say you hate me, I won't leave you. Besides, I'm not the kind of woman who will always rely on you."

Filia stood beside Murphy, raised her cheeks involuntarily, and said proudly.

That sharp gaze pierced through Mephisto and also through Artius in front of him.

Chapter 33: Little Giants and Giant Myths (5000)

Filia always felt that there was something strange about her body.

Just now, his beloved sword was shattered, and even his will fell to the ground. It was no exaggeration to say that he was covered in wounds, and he couldn't even hear what he said.

But what does it matter? As long as he is there, as long as he can see the figure of his beloved, his eyes will regain clear vision and his fingertips will be full of passion.

Her physical condition was perfectly fine, and although it was her own fault, Filia couldn't help but sigh as if she felt helpless.

The breath was no longer the cold and weak one from before, but something that was so hot that it could make him feel high at any time.

Filia opened her silver eyes and looked forward, her toes stopping trembling unconsciously.

Artius in front of him was approaching this side step by step.

The pressure it exerts seems to be able to tear the skin all over the body at any time.

Inadvertently, Filia made a slight sound from her throat.

The god in front of him had his lips moving up and down.

"As expected of a heroic knight, should I praise him? Or should I sigh that my beloved child has been tainted with evil? Which is it?"

It was a confused voice that came from the heart, but this voice, which had lost its quality at some point, was not very suitable for this deadly situation.

Filia opened her mouth to answer.

"You can say whatever you want, but I only need one person to truly understand me."

This agreement also came from Filia's heart.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that there is no vanity, nor does it mean that there is no desire for praise at all.

However, as long as you can get a person's heart, it doesn't matter even if you trample on everything else. In fact, how happy that would be.

Just thinking about this, Filia's heart felt tingling and sweet.

At this moment, there was no dullness or confusion in the silver eyes, and the sight was straight through the gold.

Artius took in Filia's words and gaze, blinked, and a gentle smile instantly appeared on his face.

After a brief pause, she continued, and at the same time, her body took another step closer to this side.

"Excellent! You truly are my hero—Filia Reinhardt."

These words were spoken with overwhelming authority, and despite being praised, Filia still felt as if her heart was being clenched.

She reflexively felt a chill on her back, and then for some reason, Filia clenched her fists.

No matter how fiercely I vent my anger through words, the situation won't get any better.

His beloved sword was shattered, and now he can only rely on his hands. Murphy, standing here, is in a strange state and there is no condition that can make the situation better.

…But even so, it’s impossible to escape with your back exposed.

Filia, who was about to move forward with this thought in mind, was stopped by Murphy's arm.

Facing Filia, who reflexively opened her eyes wide, Murphy spoke in her usual voice.

"Filia, listen carefully. Just like you said, never leave my side."

Filia felt that these words and the explosion of air happened at the same time.

In the dim temple, the golden and black blades bit each other, making strange noises.

The golden threads that were eager to conquer the venue, and the black blade whirlwind that wanted to chop off their heads, only these remained in the space.

The golden threads emitted by Artius rolled as if each had its own will. They made strange noises, and several threads were entangled with Murphy's body, and even Filia's body was not spared.

At first glance, the string seemed very fragile, as if it could be blown away by a breath, and it was hard to tell what it was that could harm people.

However, Filia couldn't help biting the corner of her mouth.

The essence of those threads lies deep within, quite different from their appearance.

It is something that can fatally destroy humans. It can destroy both the body and the soul, turning them back into a blank. It is the devil itself that can take away what makes people human.

In a blink of an eye, several more silk threads split the air and continued to approach.

This was an unmitigated fear, completely different from the feeling of facing a spear point on the battlefield.

It wasn't the fear of having one's heart pierced through or of impending death, but the fear of losing one's very existence.

Filia's fingertips trembled involuntarily, the corners of her eyes raised slightly, and she groaned heavily.

Murphy must have felt the same fear, and his eyes must have depicted this scene - if he made a mistake, even his soul would be taken away.

Filia's silver eyes widened, and she felt her heart pounding, her internal organs growing hard and heavy.

It's not surprising that your hands and feet go numb at any time and you become unable to move on the spot. It's not surprising that your knees collapse in the face of an aggressive force.

despite this.

——Why can this guy still dance with the sword so seriously?

For a moment, Filia felt an inexplicable anxiety and jealous rage dominating her mind.

What on earth was she doing? She stood beside him, saying she would never leave him, but then she showed such an ugly face just because she lost a sword, and she still had to rely on him to protect her.

Filia sighed and narrowed her silver eyes. Although she warned him not to do dangerous things, she was now being protected by him in danger. What a joke.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and then Filia muttered softly through gritted teeth.

——Unwilling

It wasn't just Filia's own voice; there seemed to be other voices overlapping with it.