The small world reflected in the cup has now completely turned into a blood-filled [hell].
The indescribable blood monster keeps biting, cutting, grinding, needling, penetrating, and crushing——
It's like hell appearing in the human world.
It was only then that the players finally realized... that the extraordinary power possessed by the Saint was already an absolute force capable of destroying a country.
For mortal beings, their power is almost the same as that of gods.
It's as if the whole world has come alive and is trying to destroy someone with all its strength.
Even in the face of a giant dragon, there will be brave men who dare to raise their swords - but in the face of storms and tsunamis, those who charge will only be madders even crazier than Don Quixote.
However, facing the malice of the entire world - facing the waves of blood that are more than a hundred meters high and about twenty stories high, with fangs, saw blades, sharp teeth, and thin needles protruding out, the eyes of the Bloody Hand brothers are filled with confusion.
Still not losing hope.
This made Lin Yiyi feel a strong sense of violation.
……why is that?
Faced with this invulnerable and irresistible enemy, even though he was trapped in this small world that he could not escape from, he still did not give up hope...
In the face of absolute and irreversible disadvantages, what is the reason for still maintaining hope...?
Rather - what other means and ways can they use to achieve the final victory?
"Ah……"
The older brother of the Blood-Hand Brothers, the boy who looked to be less than seven or eight years old, sneered: "It seems that you are really vigilant, Miss Saint.
"He even sacrificed the blood of the saint to seal us here... and used the power from the holy bones unscrupulously. There should be your elemental power in it?
"Are you that scared?"
His voice was low, but gradually became louder. It was like whispering into a microphone.
Just like that voice, it has been deeply embedded in this small world.
"——Are you so afraid of the secret we inherited from our mother?"
The boy's mocking whisper became louder and louder: "Then as you wish..."
"[The word 'ritual' originally comes from a sacrifice. This is also the origin of the word 'sacrifice'.]"
Those are words that are difficult for humans to understand and cannot be uttered.
At that moment, the blood wave froze.
It's not covered by ice.
Instead, it was like being stared at by a petrified monster - it lost its color in the blink of an eye, and the crimson blood turned to gray in an instant.
The young fallen man named "Jacob" turned his opened blood-red eyes into pure, gray-white stone eyes.
As a price for saying these words, his biological brother, who was already extremely old behind him, gradually turned pale with his words and gradually turned into a lifeless stone statue.
With Jacob as the center, all the "blood" around him was frozen, losing color and kinetic energy. Like a gray-white flower slowly blooming in the sea of blood... and eventually the entire sea of blood was frozen and turned into
Rugged and sharp rocks.
"[The first sacrifice took place before the rivers and mountains were born. Cybele placed her unborn and unpregnant daughter, her first and last sister, into the golden cup together with her womb.
Among them, dedicated to the night——】"
Those were blasphemous words from the beginning of the world.
It was something that happened before the birth of the True God.
As the sound resounded throughout the world, the blood around him that had condensed into rocks began to gradually collapse and turn into powder.
It's like they never appeared.
The closer you are to Jacob, the faster it will disintegrate; and the closer you are to Jacob, the slower it will be.
The younger brother behind him also followed his words, gradually closed his eyes and turned into a quiet stone statue, which quickly collapsed and disintegrated into nothingness.
The huge wave of blood solidified and dissipated in the air silently.
"...how come I-"
Lin Yiyi was surprised and horrified to realize that her hands were gradually turning into powder...and her body was about to float away like a dream.
Except for Citalopram, which exists in the form of a spirit, other players also seem to have such symptoms.
It's just like……
They are about to turn into dust and dissipate in the air.
But the next moment.
A deep voice sounded immediately:
"[...Sybele's daughter exists or does not exist, and the uterus in the cup is her only proof. The night has a daughter, and it is both happy and frightened - it dare not look, dare not listen, dare not speak. Because of everything
Secrets end up in the sea of oblivion, so the night knows everything——】"
That is "the person who opposes himself".
As he chanted, his body that turned into powder gurgled and came to life again - the fine blood flow was like a small river, gathering from all directions, joyfully forming his body again.
"...How come you're not dead?!"
Jacob's expression became ugly.
The eyes of the young saint with short honey-colored hair and golden pupils were full of melancholy.
"No, I'm already dead."
He said softly: "These are words spoken before the birth of [Blood], blood-hating words taken out of context. It is undoubtedly an insoluble poison for all lives born from the mother."
"Then how did you..."
"Because I can't die yet."
The saint replied calmly and firmly.
"——So, I refused."
Reject death.
Returning to the human world only by relying on his own will.
...Or, there is help from his body.
Because the holy relic he holds is called "The Flesh and Blood of the Passion".
Yes.
He was originally a "walking holy relic".
Because the essence of this holy relic is this suffering body!
Follow the saint slowly forward.
As he walked, traces of suffering once again appeared on his smooth and new body——
Countless "wounds" attached to the saint's body again as he walked.
That was the curse he was destined to bear.
"But you know what? Why should I kill you?"
The saint said slowly: "Because I want to take back this taboo... and 'wrong' knowledge.
"I'm not afraid of it, but I hate it."
The oldest words of creation, if taken out of context, can be turned into blasphemous words that severely damage the believers of the true god.
"However, those thirteen gods have their share of kindness to this world."
The young man walked forward slowly and calmly while looking at the boy from a distance.
He made a clear and distant voice: "Listen carefully——
"[If everything is clear, the daughter who has yet to come will turn into nothingness, and the night cannot close its eyes. So the night allows itself to be born from the sea of oblivion, and she becomes the mother of the cup, Cybele.
.]
"[She gave her eyes to the baby, and the baby could clearly see all the mysteries of the world; she gave her tongue to the girl, and the girl could read all the words in the world; she gave her wisdom to the girl, and the girl could
See through all the secrets of the world.]
"[At this time, the world has no mystery, no words, no secrets, so she retreats the sea of oblivion and reveals the mountains and rivers.]
"[Only after the sea of oblivion forgets itself, can the fire of wisdom be born!]"
Those should not be words of hatred for the gods.
But in an era when everything will be forgotten, the sea of oblivion covering the earth will retreat, revealing the words of creation of mountains and rivers!
That’s the biggest secret about the Silent Lady, the Mysterious Lady and the Cup Girl!
When the young man recited these secrets with correct knowledge, his body did not become petrified and disintegrated like a boy.
The boy did not feel any pain.
His body did not turn into a stone statue like his brother who died for him...but gradually seeped out a river of blood - and finally the blood was like a living thing, sinking into the ground.
There was no dry torso that had been lost due to blood loss, and no bones. His whole body seemed to have melted... or it seemed to have been turned into wine.
"……idiot."
The young man reached out and pressed his forehead, closed his eyes and cursed in a low voice.
Even he would feel pain using the creation-level mysterious knowledge - but he had suffered enough pain to be able to ignore it and continue chanting.
"...[The Heaven in the Cup] is a taboo ritual because only here can the secret of the 'Cup' be used correctly."