I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Like a pleasant chat between friends, even as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Rhodes, having infused the plundered soul into the guillotine in his hand, still joked with the man before him, "Since that's the case, then just consider it a loss, right? As long as you obediently listen to me, I'm prepared to give you a quick death."

If he could, he wouldn't want to fight this comrade in front of him.

However, the familiarity and closeness on their souls made Rhodes, who valued this forgotten friendship, also unwilling to let the other become a living, dead, and repetitive demon.

Rhodes could tell that the other person wanted to rest in peace, to truly die.

Therefore, he wanted to save the other person, to fulfill their wishes, and he wanted to kill them and then provide relief.

However, Michelle would not accept Rhodes's offer at all.

"What a foolish thing to say."

I don't know why I could sense Rhodes' understanding and goodwill, but Michelle's expression and eyes were incredibly serious as he spoke in a deep voice about his principles and beliefs:

"How can you say you've lived your life to the fullest after doing something that's akin to suicide? Although I admit this fight wasn't my intention, I had a premonition that confronting you, who is in the same situation, might bring me closer to my true self. As that man who shone like gold said before, this impulse is uncontrollable!!"

"Ah, just like those arrogant bastards said earlier. Well, I can't deny that either."

Rhodes shrugged helplessly and said in a resigned tone.

He knew it wouldn't be so easy to end this battle, which wasn't fought to his own liking.

"That's right, and you've probably already vaguely sensed it, haven't you? We are indeed dead, but we inexplicably continue to exist in this form, which means..."

"No matter how many times we die here, every time that happens, we will definitely..."

"That's exactly right!!!"

Responding loudly to Rhodes, Michelle, as if deeply insulted, suddenly turned his composed face into one of extreme ferocity and rage, roaring furiously:

"There are no unique moments here!!! No matter how many times we repeat ourselves! No matter how many times we die! We will be reborn endlessly, won't we? It's like being a hateful war slave!!"

"Whether it's this kind of life or this kind of death, I refuse to accept it!!! I must hold onto that unique glory! Therefore, I absolutely cannot lose to you here! That lost memory of death is far away, and if I cannot return to the past..."

"So you're prepared to die again, is that it?"

Having understood Michelle's awareness, beliefs, and desires, Rhodes, as her enemy, sincerely wished and hoped that she could achieve them.

Their eyes, filled with mutual understanding, conveyed a burning fighting spirit.

Even though it was supposed to be a life-or-death battle, Michel felt that the fight with Rhodes was so sacred and so exhilarating.

Regarding his understanding of the enemy before him, Michelle acknowledged his own desires and beliefs, stating firmly and without hesitation:

"That's right, I will pursue the coming holy war relentlessly! In order not to miss death at that moment, I will fight, fight, fight, and fight on with this hateful life until I reach my Valhalla!"

Because that was probably a promise he made to someone somewhere during his lifetime, a principle he applied to his own conduct.

This belief, this will, even silenced countless viewers.

Only now did they understand the true beliefs of the Black Knight, Magina.

A man who is one with steel, he believes that this is his personality. Because he feels that he cannot enjoy fighting, he is obsessed with ending it with all his might. This kind of sentiment is Michel.

This belief and desire is the final answer we arrive at, based on respecting our friend's words about "not losing yourself."

He does not desire death, but if his battle ends in death, he will accept that end with equanimity.

Believing that he had completed his journey, he wanted to close his eyes and rest in peace with that pride.

Don't become a monster by donning the skin of a monster. This is the way of being a man that he put himself in, because he sincerely treated the friendship that gave him such advice.

Without a doubt, this is a hero.

[Alucard]: Ah... how beautiful, so captivating! This conviction and will, without a doubt, is human, it is heroic!

[Fat Major]: Ha, so he really is human, with such a belief. Being resurrected by Reinhardt is like a severe insult to him.

[Old Demon King]: He lives his life to the fullest, even to the point of death, without desiring a false existence. Life is his own, and death is also his own. The intensity of this kind of desire is evident to the naked eye.

[Guest of the Hall of Rebirth]: So the Black Knight doesn't simply want to die, but rather, he, who is already dead, wants to return to where he belongs.

[Möbius]: To actually hold such a belief... No, it is precisely because of this iron will that the Black Knight was created, capable of causing deus ex machina and bringing about the end.

【Pure White Queen】: Although both of them have lost their memories, they probably still have feelings for each other on a spiritual level.

【The Gray Witch】: After all, Michelle's desires were largely influenced by Rhodes.

[Bishop of Destiny]: Rhodes and Michel both value every moment of the present, but the choices they make are completely different.

【Gap Witch】: The two are reversed. Rhodes probably wants to reclaim the moment before he was alive, while Michelle wants to reclaim the moment before she died.

[Emperor]: Their different understandings and perceptions of Setsuna led them down different paths. Hmm... I see. These two are definitely the most suitable 'Libra'.

...........

Indeed, these two who survived the final battle are the perfect embodiment of Libra.

While achieving balance, it also creates a contradiction.

This is exactly what Mercury Serpent was designed and intended for, and as a horror drama director, he presented this scene tonight.

Although they already knew the ending, he and Lei Zhe still appreciated the scene before them.

"I'm in!!!"

Michelle let out a low growl, raised her steel-covered fists, and stomped her feet so hard they shattered the earth, instantly breaking the sound barrier as she charged toward Rhodes.

His physique was like a tank charging forward, and his swinging and punching were like artillery shells exploding.

"bring it on!!!"

Rhodes roared and charged toward Michelle with a speed far more terrifying and invisible than his opponent's.

The two's fight was undoubtedly at the level of the current Black Round Table members; at least Starscream, Lisa, and Valyria wouldn't dare say they were a match for them.

Rhodes, as the guillotine, will cut through all confusion and reach the place he desires.

Michelle, like a steel chariot, will charge to the place she has forgotten.

Even if they are dressed in the skin of monsters, they will never forget that they are human.

Furthermore, while she herself did not want to suffer the humiliation of endless rebirth, she also did not want her former comrades-in-arms to suffer the same humiliation.

They understood that they were all the same.

Love the fleeting moment, love the instant you hope for.

For these two, things that die and come back to life, that repeat endlessly and are lost and regained, are worthless garbage!

Therefore, they both wanted to 'save' each other.

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Chapter 81 The moment Rhodes fell, the moment the Black Knight was born.

The steel fists clashed and collided repeatedly with the sharp guillotine.

With each punch Michelle threw, the weight of the next punch grew heavier, and Rhodes' blade swung ever faster and faster than ever before.

The power of their battle surged continuously as their desires and wills were refined, turning the entire battlefield into an absolute no-go zone for their deadly duel.

A terrifying force continued to destroy everything around them. Even though only Rhodes and Michelle remained, the destructive power of their battle far surpassed the chaos and carnage that had preceded them.

Even the members of the Black Round Table on the observation platform of the Demon City couldn't help but be alarmed by the power and potential of these two.

Looking at Beatrice, who was engaged in fierce fighting on the battlefield, she addressed her superior, Eluneore:

"Major, what do you think of them...?"

"Yes, of course I understand."

Elunere knew exactly what her subordinates wanted to ask. She glanced down at the battlefield and said:

"Although I don't know how accurately they grasped the situation, they are the dead, and they are governed by Lord Heydrich's world. Although we also collect and utilize souls, our fundamental nature is different from theirs..."

She and Beatrice became demons using Eternal Destruction before their deaths, but the Shura Field is filled with the dead; they are beings manifested through Reinhardt's power.

These are the differences between them, but the most important point is...

"They don't have the concept of death, and they are a degraded product of imitation. To put it bluntly... it's that holy lance. It's not a metaphor or an exaggeration. It is the war slave of Lord Heydrich, which will infinitely generate war slaves."

Beatrice stated with certainty that as long as Reinhardt was alive, they were immortal, and somewhat similar to the Death Eater, Tuba Cain.

Upon hearing this, Elunere frowned, glanced at Beatrice, and then spoke coldly:

"It's a Heroic Spirit, don't use the wrong word."

"How can something without its own will be called a Heroic Spirit?"

Undeterred by Eluneore's imposing presence, Beatrice persisted in her opinion, uttering words that left her superior speechless.

Without the existence of self-will, no matter how nicely you talk, it's useless.

Heroic spirits? Heroes? Do souls without their own will truly deserve such titles?

"Hehehehehehehe!!! Great! How interesting! Absolutely fantastic!!!"

Wilhelm lacked the sensitivity of a normal person; he genuinely loved the surreal scenery of the battlefield, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he exclaimed joyfully:

"So, as long as we follow Lord Heydrich, we can become immortal? Then there's absolutely no reason to refuse, right?!"

"Well...yeah, this should be enough for you...but...I think I'll keep quiet."

Red Spider didn't share Wilhelm's excitement at the scene before him. Although he possessed some strength, he was no match for the other members of the Black Round Table, and his voice trembled slightly. He shifted his attention to the strangely expressiony Rusalka and asked疑惑地问道:

"Malleus, what's wrong? You look so strange."

"Huh? W-what? What did you say happened to me?" Rusalka, who was called over, was a little stunned.

You seem a little distracted.

He was more than absent-minded; he was practically frozen in place, staring at the chaotic scene before him on a level beyond mere fascination.

Although Red Spider noticed something amiss, she didn't point it out, only offering a subtle reminder.

Just then, Wilhelm looked over, grinned, and said to Rusalka in a joking tone, "What's wrong? Was there a man from before among that group of people?"

"You idiot! That's not true at all!"

Rusalka, who had been teased by Wilhelm, immediately got angry. After glaring at Wilhelm fiercely, he continued to look at the battle on the battlefield and said, "They have absorbed everything and their appearances have become distorted. It is impossible to judge them by their appearance. But I just have a vague feeling... no, it's just my imagination. That kind of thing is impossible."

Although his words seemed to be denying something, Rusalka kept his eyes glued to the fierce battle on the battlefield.

The woman's intuition told her that her thoughts were correct, and that the figure fighting on the battlefield was definitely someone she knew well.