Infinite Reincarnation: I am the Monster.

Chapter 605 Destruction is also Redemption
Keng!
Artoria blocked the incoming sword strike, unleashing a burst of magic. With a single swing, a black and red sword light swept wildly across the area.

A scream rang out in an instant.

Artoria frowned. She knew very well that this was someone lurking in the shadows trying to use this form of attack to affect her mind.

A king who kills his followers and soldiers will experience a great upheaval in his heart.

but……

With the clear sound of the sword ringing out, the confusion in Artoria's almost platinum eyes vanished, and the face of that cruel host appeared in her mind.

If it were him, he would never question his own judgment.

No matter how realistic it looks, the real Artoria is undoubtedly herself, and the guy in front of her is just a fake king pretending to be her.

Those fools who follow this false king, whether true or false, can all be...slaughtered!

boom!
Like a torch, it soared into the sky, its dark and cruel magic burning fiercely.

“Ex…Calibur!”

The pitch-black holy sword, accompanied by the terrifying magic generated by the black mud, suddenly slashed down from the sky, instantly killing the false king of the Blue Skirt Silver Family, along with the false Gao Wenqing and other Knights of the Round Table behind him.

Amidst the flying blood and gore, Artoria became increasingly certain that these things were fake. The next moment, her sword flashed, and she unleashed a barrage of Excalibur attacks.

Another large spray of blood mist erupted.

This blatant massacre left Serafina pale. She swayed, clutching her forehead, her entire body emitting a faint glow.

She suddenly felt incredibly nauseous; the smell of blood seemed to stimulate a certain spot in her sense of smell and taste.

Serafina opened her mouth as if to vomit.

Her vision began to blur, and in a daze, she walked forward dozens of meters and finally saw the true faces of the group of people who had been killed by the knight lady.

Ash Hunters clad in grey robes, Paladins in tattered white robes, and those pitiful souls who, even after being healed, still habitually wrap themselves in black robes...

The group of people still had an expression of disbelief in their eyes, as if they never expected that they, who had led the team to provide support, would be directly killed by the knights beside Miss Serafina.

"you……"

Serafina felt a sharp pain in her head. She looked up at Artoria, shaking her head as she tried to control herself.

Artoria calmly shifted her gaze, gripping her sword with both hands as she searched through the black mist, her voice cold and clear.

"Calm down, Serafina."

"This is just an illusion. Something is coveting your power."

This was probably the longest thing Artoria said after her body was reshaped by the black mud. She did not deny that even a cruel and tyrannical king still admired those who were willing to sacrifice themselves to uphold justice.

"I know, I know... Miss Knight, I'm alright..."

Serafina did not resent Artoria, and she never resented anyone else.

But looking at those faces that died with their eyes wide open, she still felt immense pain. She had a special ability: she could not only purify the pollution of others and heal their wounds by sharing her blood with them.

At the same time, she can feel the blood leaving her body, and can even actively invest more of her life force into a particular drop of blood.

This is the choice she made when Lady Tao Pai Pai was consumed by His Majesty Lawrence's flesh furnace.

She enhanced the concentration and vitality of Tao Pai Pai's own crimson blood within him.

At this moment, Serafina looked at those fake faces with their eyes wide open in death, but she could not sense any crimson blood except for the drop of blood inside Lord Tao Pai Pai's body.

She herself couldn't tell how many people she had helped in this world.

There were paladins from within the church, hunters in the wild, innocent civilians, and hybrids wounded in battle...

Serafina doesn't care about these people's identities; she simply extends a helping hand to everyone who has been hurt, equally.

If you ask why, she feels that this is the meaning of her existence.

But now, they're all gone... Those people, and the crimson blood within them, have all vanished. This brings to mind the battle between Lord Tao Pai Pai and His Majesty Lawrence, and the Dragon King who descended upon the world.

"Just how many people died...?"

Serafina murmured, the sheen on her body becoming more and more pronounced, and her temperature rising higher and higher.

The sound of soft footsteps rang out, and Artoria immediately turned around. She saw a familiar blond man, his body hunched over, emerge from the black mist.

He held a greatsword that was only half intact in his hand, and his body was covered in wounds.

“Etoris…”

Serafina saw the lion-like blond hair and instinctively spoke. At that moment, the other person slowly raised his head. It was Etoris, who had gone to the holy city of Latina earlier.

The half-blood paladin emerged from the black mist, his eyes revealing utter exhaustion.

He knelt on one knee, like a knight bowing to one he was loyal to.

"Your Excellency Serafina, I beg you... to destroy this world..."

His face was contorted with pain.

Artoria pointed her black holy sword diagonally at her opponent, and said coldly.
"Serafina, he's a fake too."

Serafina knew this very well, because Etoris, who stood before her, also did not possess Crimson Blood.

"He may be a fake, but what he said is true!"

A deep, resonant voice rang out from the black mist, and the next moment, Lawrence, dressed in a papal robe, emerged from the black mist.

He glanced at Artoria, who was holding the holy sword, seemingly surprised by her strength.

In the aftermath of the battle between the Dragon King and that monster, even ordinary second-generation pureblooded dragons would likely not survive.

But this female knight not only survived, but also displayed a terrifying suppressive power, creating a strong sense of oppression for him now.

hum!
Golden ripples spread out from behind Lawrence as he looked at the blond man, a fake mass of flesh and blood, whose lower eyelids and mouth had opened into new eyes.

The next moment, a fleshy growth appeared on his shoulder, and as the flesh and blood kept changing, the face of Etoris actually appeared.

He then began to explain.

“Aetorius is your devout knight. He refused to join my Forge of Life project no matter what, so I showed him all the knowledge of the Old Gods, making him realize the truth of the world…”

"In the last moments of his life, he knelt on the ground like this, praying to you, who are nowhere to be found."

Lawrence's eyes all turned to Serafina at the same time.

"I pray that you... will choose to destroy this world."

"Seraphina, don't you understand? The existence of this world itself is a tragedy, merely a link in the entertainment of a few higher-dimensional beings."

"Everything you've healed is meaningless; even your very existence is nothing more than something they created to prolong this entertainment..."

Lawrence kept moving forward, his voice growing louder and louder.

Because this world is so pathetic, everything is meaningless.

All he did was turn everyone into firewood, and with his own lingering resentment, question those creators.

boom!
The earth trembled violently, as if some enormous thing had crashed down from the sky.

The next moment, an immense pressure came, followed by a cruel voice.

"Ha, Etoris, did your heart stop beating because of such a trivial question...?"

"She really is... weak."

(End of this chapter)