After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

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At the place where the Great Temple was severed, the azure, boundless sky, the alien world created by the power of the giants, was now making sounds and collapsing.

Space suddenly began to carve a black crack on itself, and then tore apart with a mocking sound.

It was a strange and incredible sight, with space scattered and shattered like glass. It was definitely not a pleasant spectacle.

The shattered ending is undoubtedly certain. The self-collapse of the alien world means that the power holder has given up the alien world he holds in his hands.

The scene of a huge world dying is extremely tragic.

The giant with his skull shattered let out a huge roar like a landslide. His huge body, which was originally impossible to fall, turned the alien world into a coffin and collapsed away.

I can't stand up anymore. Giants are the kind of guys who won't fall down. Once they fall to the ground, they can never stand up again.

Because of this, the body of this ancestral giant had actually been lying horizontally to form a mountain range.

The illusion created to fight against the old enemy is, after all, nothing more than a consciousness, an illusion honed by eternity, an illusion that will disappear in the blink of an eye.

Considering how powerful Flimsrath, the founding giant, was back then, even comparing him to him seems a bit foolish.

The illusion slowly trembled his body, and his presence gradually faded, which was undoubtedly evidence that the giant's consciousness was about to fall asleep again.

Flimsrath fell to the ground and said in a distorted voice.

——Unwilling

Obviously, this time, the opponent threw himself into his arms silently, but now, the giant had to crawl under the golden body with his huge body.

I still remember the humiliation and failure. Although I am a very small person, I still remember the name of the woman who made me lie on the ground.

The one who leads humanity, Artius.

All we can do is curse this hateful name.

All of his fellow tribesmen died, and even he himself, known as the Founding Titan, was ordered to lie prostrate on the ground and sleep forever.

And now, his huge body can only decay again.

That devil defeated me with a leisurely pace.

The consciousness that was created with great difficulty has now disappeared.

Unwilling to accept this, the giant who revered strength was defeated by the same person again. There was nothing more humiliating and infuriating than this.

The giant made a tone that was not a sound.

If I were to be devoured as the world's food once again in endless humiliation, if I were to be defeated powerlessly just like this.

So--

The giant opened his eyes wide, almost breaking, and a shadow appeared in front of his vision. There, he could see a young girl.

So the giant used all his strength to make a sound.

—You who fought against Artius, and you are also my only small fellow, now I acknowledge that you are a giant.

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Suddenly, a feeling of nausea irritated my throat and intense pain burned my eyes.

After a moment of pain passed, the next pain began to gnaw at the limbs, even making people feel that the internal organs themselves were vomiting blood.

Filia felt as if she had swallowed a large amount of blood directly into her body, but that wasn't to say that there was anything close to it.

There was no doubt that he could now feel the terrifying reality of fresh blood and heat being injected into his body.

What is this? What happened? Filia didn't even have time to ask herself. Before she knew it, the Great Temple disappeared from her sight, and even the sound disappeared into the darkness.

There was only one sound that could be heard, and it sounded like the wailing of a giant.

"—My flesh has become a nest of maggots, and the eyes that knew the future have become empty sockets, seeing nothing."

The sound was close to a cry. Just picking up the words took effort, and just trying to understand was tantamount to pain.

But for some reason, when Filia heard these words, a clear scene appeared in front of her eyes.

—A powerful man lay on the ground, his body reduced to rotting flesh and covered with insects. His entire body had almost turned to bones, yet he was still alive. He was sleeping like the former King of Giants.

He will not wake up from his slumber until the end of the world, and he will live on in his decaying body in near-eternal darkness.

The scene that came into view was like a myth. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, the scene still stuck to my eyelids with an undoubted sense of reality.

The mythical being still sleeps and sighs underground. The mere thought of it crawling down Filia's spine made her feel disgusted.

"This hand that once reached the horizon can no longer even touch the tip of Artius's hair."

Artius, this word ignited emotions in the corners of Filia's eyes.

This is the name that Murphy said while pointing at the Saint of the Cathedral, the name of the person who still threatens him.

Oh, what happened to Murphy? What happened to that witch? What am I doing now? These thoughts shook Filia's skull in circles, and her feet also began to sway.

However, the giant's voice, seemingly unaware of Filia's confusion, shook her entire body.

"My little vampire, if you have mercy on me and still stand before Artius, I will grant you the favor of the vampire race."

The giant said this with enough pressure to crush Filia's body.

This is really presumptuous, Filia thought.

According to what he said, the strange things happening to him now might also be caused by this giant.

The great demon Flimsrat, arrogant, believed in strength, was the former overlord who set foot on the earth, and was the king of giants that no human could get close to.

However, he was also defeated by Artius.

Filia snorted in a sneer, and there was a strong smell of iron in her nose.

So that's how it is. No matter what the situation is, the Giant King must use his descendants to deal with those who once trampled on him. This is all he can do.

Perhaps there are multiple considerations behind it, and there may also be unimaginable troubles.

However, those things were unimportant to Filia. Only one thing was important.

Her gums had become numb from her clenched teeth, and her palms felt incredibly hot. Filia slowly spoke.

"—If you want to tell stories with words, then become a poet. I don't believe in those things."

Hearing the words of the Giant King, Filia crushed the heat in her palms and her lips began to rise and fall.

The heat in the palm seemed to be responding to Filia's words, shaking its figure in the empty air and transforming into a shape.

In an instant, a tickling sound caressed Filia's ears. The sound was different from the scream just now, and it seemed like the last words that were about to disappear.

——My myth ends here, little giant, I wish you will never fall.

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It was a great sword that reminded people of a double-edged sword, with thick blood-red black lines interwoven on the blade, causing all viewers to stare sideways.

The greatsword appears solid and thick overall, but its suspiciously heavy and blunt shape even makes one doubt whether the blade actually exists.

At first glance, what comes to mind is no longer a sword but an iron pillar, the length of which easily exceeds a person's height.

A swordsman would say this is not a sword, and an adventurer would say this is not a weapon that a human can use.

That's right, this is not a tool for humans to use.

If we apply the framework of human intelligence, it is heresy no matter how we look at it, and it cannot be called a weapon at all.

Therefore, the woman named Filia Reinhardt, who wielded it so leisurely, must no longer be considered human.

The atmosphere whimpered, responding to the greatsword's movements.

The first thing that noticed the strangeness of the greatsword was the pair of golden eyes.

Artius opened his eyes wide, almost stopping breathing, and the golden thread crawling out from his fingertips reflexively lowered his head.

"Flim, Slat—"

His voice was filled with pure astonishment, the first time Artius had ever made such a sound.

What came into view was the greatsword of heresy, one he had never seen before and had no memory of ever having created, but Artius was not so foolish as to not know its origin.

—Flimsrath, the King of Giants, his original text.

You shouldn't be mistaken. Although the shape is very different, it is indeed the symbol of the Giant King's hammer that shattered all human countries overnight. It was the hammer that tortured himself to the end and shattered the world.

Besides, this is the only thing that can prove the existence of Frimsrath, so why would Feliya Reinhardt hold it?

The original text is the source of the power of the great demon and the demon, and exists to prove itself.

Even if they are vampires, handing them over to others means they will lose the basis for their existence. What awaits them is the disappearance of the existence that the great demons and demons fear more than anything else.

Not death, but the end of nothingness.

The extremely arrogant Giant King actually accepted it and placed all his hopes on his blood relatives.

As Artius's thoughts reached this point, his feet froze on the floor, unwilling to move forward.

Was it out of surprise, or was it hesitation? In short, the golden thread instantly suspended their bodies in mid-air.

This is a breathtaking moment, but for the recorders a hundred years later, it is an eternal moment.

The black blade drew a circle, cutting off countless stretched threads like a harvest, and his blood-stained green military uniform took another step forward.

Murphy, the great evildoer, wields his own spirit.

"------"

There was blood on his face and eyes, and his mouth was open, as if he was telling Ella something.

Hearing that sound, Artius' lips twitched in an instant. No, that must have been Ella's will.

Arteus narrowed his eyes for a moment and shook his fingertips.

His arms couldn't reach him, no, it wasn't possible, that was impossible, because he had never even thought of such a scenario.

However, originally he couldn't even get close to me, but now, he was at a distance where he could hear the sound.

Was it Field himself who was at the root of all these changes?

Immersed in a moment of thought, Artius opened his eyes. Before his eyes, there was a flash of crimson light, reflecting Filia's silver hair.

King of Giants, the original book was lifted high into the sky while being drawn into the surrounding space.

In this great temple in the Holy Land of Giants, the giants seemed to have regained their long-lost vitality, turning into a violent storm and revealing their hideous faces.

If it were something as large as a great temple, it would probably be easily chopped to pieces.

Really, even if you want to break the original script, there has to be a limit.

Artius' eyes twisted instantly.

Flimsrath's original text is simply destruction itself, a will that would tear even the earth apart.

However, Filia didn't hesitate at all and just swung it down.

——"Giant Mythology"

Frimsrat, the ancient myth turned into a black and crimson flash and swallowed up the great temple.

Volume 10: Prison Bella

Chapter 33 The Will to Choose

Her bright silver hair danced as Filia moved her petite body, holding the crimson sword high in both hands.

The movements were not complicated, just the same movements as usual, the ones he had repeatedly swung the sword thousands or tens of thousands of times since he was a child, that's all.

If it's just Filia, there won't be even the slightest mistake in that action.

An extremely beautiful line is drawn in mid-air.

At the same time, the myth of the giants was waved.

It was directed towards the hostile saint, in order to devour the threat that claimed to be a god.

Huang Jin opened his eyes wide.

It was a scene completely unbearable for humans. The mixture of white and black crimson instantly devoured the Great Temple. The vision was obscured and the throat was pressed by the fierce wind pressure, making it unable to move.

Perhaps unable to withstand the violent flashes and wind pressure, the stone slabs paving the great temple began to creak.

Before I knew it, the sounds turned into groans, the groans turned into screams, and finally the screams turned into the sound of collapse, the stone slabs cracked, and crooked cracks appeared on the pillars.

There is nothing surprising about this; in a sense, it is natural.