There were two other people standing far away on the other side.
Standing in front is a cute boy who looks to be only seven or eight years old. He has smooth brown hair, so white and tender that it seems to be permeated with the fragrance of milk, as if he has never been exposed to the sun, and is reminiscent of a doll.
She was wearing a serious dress with a bow tie.
Behind him was an old man with a hunched body.
He looked extremely old - not the boy's grandfather, but the great-grandfather. The old man looked so old that he had half a foot in the grave...as if if he fell, he would never stand up again. He could die at any time.
You won't find it strange.
What they have in common is that they all wear fully-shielding gloves... and their pupils are the same bright red.
——It is a scarlet color that is very similar to the wine at this moment.
"Your Excellency Barney, and Your Excellency Jacob."
The saint spoke in a gentle tone and nodded politely: "It's our first time meeting you."
...This is the so-called "brother" with bloody hands?
Lin Yiyi was stunned for a moment.
Are these really biological brothers?
With such a huge age difference, even if they are grandparents, it would feel wrong.
——Because even if we are grandparents and grandchildren, the age difference should not be so huge.
And at the same time as the voice of "the person who opposes me" fell.
Jiu'er's body once again made a loud thunderous sound.
The first sound of thunder evoked the "Mouth of the Blood Cup".
The second thunder teleported them to this scarlet alien world.
And at the same time as the third thunder sounded.
The dark red sun in the sky began to drip blood.
It was a very thin beam at first, and then quickly began to become thicker. The dark red "sun" was now like a tilted bottle mouth, constantly moving downwards...or in other words, something was pouring out.
After that, Jiuer's heart never made a thunderous sound again.
She just raised her head and stared intently at the huge black sun in the sky. Her eyes were empty dark red, like the mouth of a cup reflected in her pupils.
If you look carefully, the scarlet grassland where they are now is not very large.
It's roughly the size of two football fields.
The dark red "blood" flowing down does not seem to be much from a distance, but when it falls on the ground, it falls like a waterfall, falling violently, splashing blood mixed with white foam.
The thick, citrus-scented plasma quickly soaked into the ground.
The saint's feet seemed to have grown on the ground - he didn't move, and the fallen blood was flowing towards him.
"[Forbidden Ritual: Heaven in the Cup]... As expected of you, Miss Worden."
The immature boy didn't panic when he saw this. He just laughed softly: "It's really the same method. I'm a little scared."
"But didn't you come here on your own initiative?"
Henry Worden did not take action directly, but had a friendly conversation with two "brothers", an old man and a young man, across a river of blood.
But his words were not so friendly: "If you are afraid, shouldn't you wet your pants and shout for mom at the same time, while the two brothers run away with their heads in their hands?"
"There's no point in escaping in front of you. After all, you are a monster that can steal all the desires of a person by eating him..."
The boy leisurely stared at the scarred saint, and his tone became vicious: "I don't know how much of you now...are you yourself?"
"One thousand percent, it's all me."
The saint replied without any hesitation.
As the blood soaked the ground, he no longer hesitated.
He didn't even raise his hand -
In an instant, it was as if the whole world came alive.
Countless thorny vines burst out from the blood that the saint's feet touched, spreading overwhelmingly towards the two people opposite.
When those vines approached them, half of them turned into sharp spears. The rest approached them from all directions, as if they wanted to grab them in their hands.
The blood at the feet of the Bloody Hand Brothers grabbed their legs and feet like water ghosts, hugging their legs tightly.
Boom boom boom boom boom——
Although they looked like just soft and slender vines, they made a thunderous roar when they turned into sharp spears and shot away.
Several hundred meters apart, the ground was still rumbling and shaking.
Only then did Lin Yiyi finally understand why the saint threw the enemy so far away...
Otherwise, the AOE alone might affect them.
"Give me your life, Barney!"
The boy made a childish yet sharp voice.
The old man just nodded in surrender, not thinking there was any problem: "No problem, brother..."
Then, the rain of red spears fell.
The earth was bombarded until it collapsed, and cracks visible to the naked eye emerged from all directions. The ground heaved up and down like floating islands, and fountains of blood burst out from the cracks.
The Bloody Hand Brothers were drowned by the continuous bombardment at this moment.
——So the younger one is the older brother?
Lin Yiyi squatted on the ground holding her head while having this thought in her mind.
She originally thought that she might be able to go up and help...but she realized it when she saw the saint unleashing his first move.
——I may not be worthy of it.
It's like the whole world has come alive.
A fountain of plasma bursts out from the depths of the earth.
A river of blood fell from the sky like a waterfall.
And all this blood is controlled by Henry Worden - it can be transformed into any shape as he pleases.
The scene of one hundred thousand javelins coming out was just the prologue.
This attack was enough to smash all of them together, but it was just a test for the Bloodhand brothers.
Some unknown, invisible force forcefully tore the Rain of Red Spears apart from the middle - and only then did they finally see the posture of the Bloody Hand Brothers.
I also learned what they meant when they said before, "Give me your life."
They are truly the Fallen of the Golden Order - and that means complete demonization.
A few tentacles were seen protruding from the boy's neck, penetrating into the seven orifices of the old man behind him. The boy's shining red eyes became brighter and brighter.
Then he extended his right hand to the saint.
Countless hands of air appeared in the sky.
Some are as young as children, some are as old as old men; some look like men's hands, rough and strong, while some are as white and slender as women. It is precisely because in the surging river of blood, these hands made of air are actually
become clearly visible.
With just one glance, Citalopram could see the curse and resentment contained in those "bloody hands".
——That was the "hand" that was taken away after being killed by the Blood Hand Brothers.
Yes.
Their deformed parts are not "blood"... but "hands".
The ability to take away the "hands" of the people it kills... and use any medium to reproduce and control them.
Without warning, the ground beneath the saint's feet cracked.
The hands turned from the soil tightly grasped his legs - just like the saint did to them. The hands turned into the air clamped the saint's neck like steel, and in the blink of an eye
Then pinch it off.
However, the saint didn't care at all about the injuries he suffered.
He didn't even care about his broken neck and his calves crushed by the hands of the sand.
Rather... when he was injured, the world suddenly became furious.
The movement speed of the countless blood suddenly increased several times - as if it were three times the speed. The sudden acceleration without warning allowed the liquid to break through the defense line of the invisible hand.
Then they surged up and gathered as high as the waves.
It was slapped hard from top to bottom - while the hands of the air were clasping their hands together like praying, standing right in front of the wave, trying to split it from the middle.
Xuelang was cut in half directly.
But when it fell to both sides, countless sharp spears protruded from it. They were like ancient torture tools, trying to crush the enemy from the inside——
And the moment it approached the enemy, like sharp teeth closing together, it suddenly merged and bit the two people in the middle!
In the blink of an eye, the Saint firmly grasped the victory with one against two.
This is a battle that completely exceeds the imagination of players.
They understood.
Why are saints called "monsters"?
That is not a collection of weapons.
It is an invincible monster that grows at will, specifically designed to target the enemy... No need for a head, no limbs, no bones, no need for internal organs. That is "free growth" that goes beyond common sense.
It can become whatever it is that is convenient - as long as the volume continues to increase, it will eventually become a "phenomenon" that cannot be eliminated like hurricanes and tsunamis.
——This is the power of the holy bones, [the flesh and blood of sacrifice].
This is not so much a divine power... but rather a cursed power.
Lin Yiyi finally knew why the saint asked Jiu'er to use forbidden rituals to summon them to the realm of "Heaven in the Cup".
If this blood river were outside, I'm afraid the entire city would eventually be stirred in and become part of the blood river.
If one day, the desert can get life and come back to life...this is probably what it will look like.