Seraphina's Death

Bai Cangshu held the heart high in his hand. The thick blood on his wrist was his own blood, activated from the high-level characteristic Active Blood extracted from the Life Furnace within Lawrence.

As though it possessed a life of its own, the blood flowed over Seraphina's crimson heart and swiftly enveloped it.

At the same time, the blood flowing from the heartless Seraphina's nose and mouth had turned black. Her vocal cords were nearly blocked, making her song almost impossible to hear, yet she continued singing, the sorrow in her eyes nearly overflowing.

Artoria stepped forward, but Bai Cangshu stopped her again.

"I want to end her miserable fate."

Artoria solemnly voiced her thoughts. At that moment, the heart wrapped in Black Mud began beating violently.

Whether as the King of Dictatorship or the Benevolent King, Artoria still admired such a "guardian" who sacrificed herself to fulfill the world.

It was altruism pushed to the utmost extreme, a trait capable of granting everyone except oneself a better ending.

Bai Cangshu merely snorted coldly and continued what he was doing.

He did not like Seraphina. No, more accurately, he hated this woman.

She possessed every trait he loathed.

Weak—not merely lacking the power to change the world, but unable even to protect herself. More importantly, she was timid. She was not someone capable of making decisions.

More often than not, if this woman merely raised her arms in a call, she would gain the support of the future Secret Party's Mixed-bloods, the Ash Hunters, most civilians, paladins, and ordinary people afflicted by Beastification Disease.

She was far more qualified than the Crimson Pope Lawrence to become the true master of the Church of Healing. With that kind of prestige, forcibly ending the war and unifying all factions would not have