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Chapter 592 592: Crimson Pope Laurence

Drop.

A blood bead radiating dense vitality landed on the body surface of a monster whose flesh and blood had long mutated, then rapidly disappeared. And the monster's flesh and blood slowly began to degenerate...

Yes, in Kaito Shirogane's view, the essence of this so-called "purification" was actually a kind of degeneration, an elimination of abilities.

Regardless of how much psychological impact "Blood Ministration" actually caused on humans, on the physical level, that Old God's blood indeed caused the mortal flesh and blood of humans to evolve.

Flesh and blood proliferated abnormally. Strength, Constitution, Agility, and even Spirit, all transcended shackles, breaking through to a level that ordinary human-type creatures completely couldn't reach.

Obtaining physical strength surpassing lions and tigers.

Even if that kind of strength was difficult to control, it was similarly evolution.

Now, just a drop of fresh blood eliminated all these changes that had occurred, forcefully causing the proliferated flesh and blood to recede.

That drop of blood also contained enough vitality to allow these humans, who should have died due to being deprived of massive amounts of flesh and blood after beastification was canceled, to survive.

Aetoris looked left and right, his golden long hair constantly swishing. He paced back and forth, the lion-like man's face full of conflict.

That group of secret Dragon Hunters who possessed the Hybrid identity like him were all looking guardedly at the black-armored knight blocking in front of them.

Just now, this female knight directly slashed open the town gate along with the small hill on the other side with one sword strike. That terrifying power, completely not inferior to a Secondary Generation pure-blooded giant dragon, made this group of Hybrids very concerned.

In their eyes, in this world, besides those beasts who used Blood Ministration to make themselves neither human nor ghost, only Dragons could possess this level of power.

Even the type with the highest bloodline level among Hybrids would find it hard to display that kind of combat power.

Seraphina wiped her forehead. She felt her perception right now was very strange. Her chest was very hot, as if it were a small furnace, but her four limbs were getting colder and colder.

She didn't know what Your Excellency Mercenary Tao did, but her blood had indeed become more plentiful. At the same time, the speed at which the wounds on her wrists healed became very slow.

This change, which would seem very dangerous to ordinary people, made Seraphina somewhat joyful.

She felt that in this state, she could definitely cure everyone near this Redstone Town.

Seraphina narrowed her eyes, rotated her wrist, and dripped blood onto another person again. She felt a rare sense of relaxation.

After today, although she probably wouldn't be able to walk around everywhere anymore, this world would be a little more normal after all.

Everyone has the mission they were born for. Some are for animal husbandry, some are to bear and raise children, some are to unearth wealth, and some are to educate all living beings.

And she, without a doubt, was born to cure this twisted disease.

Humanity was no longer in the age of ignorance, let alone the dark age of being kept by Dragons. Nowadays, even without the blood of the Old Gods, humanity could similarly survive very well in this world.

So... a human like her, possessing the ability to purify the blood of the Old Gods, was born.

Seraphina was full of peace. Only when a person cannot find a place to belong do they feel terrified. She wouldn't. Since she was four years old, when her back was scratched by her beastified grandmother, thereby curing the other party,

She had always known her place to belong.

With a smile on her face, Seraphina opened her mouth, and a melodious humming sound slowly rang out, the tune cheerful and high-spirited.

Even Artoria, who was full of indifference, leaned on her sword and looked at the other party at this time.

She saw outside the gray and foul-smelling town, in the suburbs of grasslands and wastelands, the hem of the red-haired young girl's white robe was already stained black. But she gently raised her arm, vermilion blood dripping down drop by drop.

One by one, the twisted and painful expressions of humans became peaceful.

"Saint Seraphina..."

Artoria murmured this name.

The Ashen Hunters leaning against the haystacks outside the town also stood up one by one, took off their hats, and watched this scene.

They opposed Seraphina saving these useless people, but couldn't help feeling respect for this scene.

They couldn't save this world, and perhaps Her Excellency Seraphina couldn't either, but at least, this young girl saved many people.

From England to France, and even on more remote islands, Ashen Hunters had heard people chanting Seraphina's name.

Many humans bitterly struggling amidst beastification to maintain their reason were doing so just to wait for Seraphina's arrival.

Aetoris clenched his fists tightly, his pupils trembling violently. His heart contracted in waves—an unwillingness born of his own weakness, and a fear born of the person he admired burning her life.

Various complex emotions made him generate that destiny-like "Sorrow of Blood" of a Hybrid once again.

Clutching his heart, he subconsciously turned back to look at the most powerful man in this place.

In the next moment, Aetoris was stunned. The other party seemed to see through everything, already looking at him, their eyes meeting. In the smile hooking up the corners of the other party's mouth, mockery and cruelty were mixed.

He saw the other party's mouth open and close a bit, saying something like:

"Has your heart grown cold?"

Thump!

Due to the fright, Aetoris's heart violently beat again. He remembered the other party's trade with him.

Smack!

Aetoris slapped his own cheek heavily. The force was so great that his cheek rapidly swelled up.

That's right, now is not the time for me to be wallowing in self-pity here. For the colleagues who died protecting Seraphina, for these people bitterly waiting for salvation, for those hunters who desperately blocked in front of the Choir.

For... Seraphina.

Aetoris's expression softened. At this moment, he no longer escaped. A hot current generated in his heart, instantly flowing through his whole body, dispelling all fear and exhaustion. The Sorrow of Blood melted like ice and snow before this emotion.

Tap, tap, tap. His footsteps interrupted Seraphina's singing, also waking up the Hybrids and Ashen Hunters intoxicated by it.

"Your Excellency Seraphina, and Your Excellency Mercenary Tao, since we have made up our minds to purify the Holy City Latina, how about I take this opportunity to sneak in a step ahead."

He looked at Seraphina's eyes and said solemnly:

"I will find those former Paladins who are unwilling to join His Holiness Laurence's plan, and when you arrive, we will purify the Holy City together!"

Having said that, without waiting for others to speak, Aetoris turned and left. Subsequently, that group of Ashen Knights and Hybrids also discussed for a bit and left along with Aetoris.

The Professor watched this scene, somewhat touched. He knew Aetoris's departure was very dangerous. That Crimson Pope Laurence, even though he hadn't shown his face yet, but in the revelation he received,

That guy's danger level was almost indistinguishable from a Dragon King.

A figure of this kind, besides Mercenary Tao, probably no one in this world could match.

He looked at Mercenary Tao, only to find that Mercenary Tao was currently pressing one hand on his chest, his black long hair gently swaying.

Kaito Shirogane clutched his chest. That illusory hot current seemed to constantly flow from his limbs and bones, making him feel an unprecedentedly good state.

Moreover, this feeling was very familiar. Once, in the One Piece world, when the soul of that marine named Corey merged with him, it was this feeling.

Good, very good, Aetoris!

Continue to agitate your heart...

About half a day later, the sky had already grown dark. On the ocean, Aetoris dropped his oars, staring blankly at the scene before him. He spoke dazedly to the few people behind him:

"Hey, did we go the wrong way..."

"That thing... what is it?!"

His pupils trembled continuously.

On the pitch-black sea surface, countless flesh and blood occupied the sea like tree roots, the height exceeding a thousand meters. Scarlet luster constantly flashed within the flesh and blood, reflecting on the nearby sea brightly.

Suddenly, a scarlet eye lit up from that huge flesh tumor. In the pupil, countless eyes rolled around haphazardly.

"Aetoris... come, together with me, evolve towards the starry sky!"

Aetoris's whole body shook, his body involuntarily floating upwards.

Fortunately, a person in the boat below grabbed his leg and smashed him down fiercely.

Bang!

After breaking free from the entanglement of that bizarre power, Aetoris gasped for air heavily.

"It's His Holiness Laurence, he... he devoured Latina!"

(End of Chapter)

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