The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 153: Thick Red Blood
When Ms. Jasmine and the servants sent the guests away one by one, Enid was still not there.

The young Mr. Heymann talked to him for a while, then went around to a distant table and started chatting with Benevento.

Roland knew that they had to prepare early.

There is a high possibility that he and Shandel will have to face at least seven more cultists without any support.

Perhaps there are apprentices among them.

There may also be three or four rings.

not sure.

This is no joke.

He was just a first-level ring, and apart from the holy water, dagger, and the strange spider kiss that could only fire ten shots, he had no more special powers.

As a "nurse", Shandel Kratov also has no effective means of attack.

ten minutes later.

Ms. Jasmine is back.

Holding up the long skirt.

She still looks graceful and gentle.

"...My friends." She looked at the remaining guests, including Roland. "Please follow me. Today may be the day you get a new life..."

With the "assistance" of the maid, the gentlemen and ladies took an iron red cross necklace and hung it on their chests.

Inverted cross.

If you touch it carefully, you can see a faint pattern engraved in the center of the cross.

It is an equally bright red...Holy Grail.

"We are going to see some witchcraft..."

Andrew Heyman looked excited, and his sister tapped her brother's arm with her finger, signaling him not to be so rude.

Roland said nothing.

He didn't have time to deal with this idiot who was courting death.

"Is it possible that Fernandez saw you the same way when you were lying in the hospital?"
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You'd better give me some advice.

"Or you can cry in front of me?"
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It is very likely that he will die in front of you.

"In fact, it's best for you and Miss Vicious to leave before the party ends."
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But I didn’t know then that the lady would be late.
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This is also our goal.

"The lady next to you is the bishop's granddaughter. Don't worry, she definitely has something special that can save both of your lives."

"I guess your big bat was 'late' because of this."
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You mean, this is really a test?

"I think it's normal 'training'."

"Your enemies won't always wait for you to be ready."
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Maybe he was just delayed by something.

"What do you think would 'delay' an Eighth Ring Ritualist? For example, cleaning up Su Yue's shattered body?"
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speak nicely.

"Take care of Miss Nina's remains."
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wrench.

"Um?"
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Before I die, please tell me the story you haven't finished telling before.

"…Are you crazy?"
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Where did we leave off the last story about the rubber man?

They were led through the main hall and down a spiral staircase.

Came to the basement of this building.

A large wine cellar.

Sealed wine barrels were piled up to form walls. In addition, in the most empty center, several small altars were built with stones and polished slabs.

Above each one, there is an inverted cross.

On the stone slab of each altar, there was a naked woman lying.

There was a small commotion among the crowd.

"This is a very common ritual, everyone. I think since you are here, you should have heard the answer from your friends or the person who sent you the invitation."

The woman had her dress undone by a servant and opened her arms to reveal herself to the participants.

"We must first confirm that you are interested in magic. After completing this ritual, I will answer your questions one by one and provide a very reasonable and clever solution to your problem..."

She has a friendly smile.

"Then, please allow me to introduce to you our supreme god with an extremely pious heart: the only true God in this world with great power."

As she spoke, she walked towards Roland and the others, her body twisting seductively like a branch in the wind, her plump, cat-like legs and dust-free toes - her smile was sweet, but also ethical and rebellious.

"Red blood, scarlet holy grail."

She boldly made eye contact with the men and women present, seducing those who looked directly at her with her tongue and mocking the shy ones with her cheerful smile.

"Bottomless lake, cradle of flesh and blood."

she says.

Her voice rose and fell, like the urgent, abrupt and gripping sound of a piano.

She was getting closer and closer, and more and more naughty, or cruel.

"Our mother."

She conforms to all human aesthetics.

Be upright and bright, and be filthy and evil.

She was as innocent as an ignorant, immature girl, and as lowly and depraved as the lowest person on the street.

She used words to piece together her own image, and amid the crowd's increasingly infatuated gazes, she smiled more and more wildly.

She came to Roland, or rather, Shandel, and exhaled a light, moist scent from her mouth that was as addictive as a honey swamp.

Shandel moved his eyes, and soon, he also started to laugh foolishly.

She turned back to Roland.

However, all Roland could see at this moment were densely packed characters.

"If you insist on using your mouth on that place of hers that's not much cleaner than a cesspool, then don't use it to talk to me anymore."

“Ah la la la la la—”

"Cover your face, cover your face~"

"Su Yue is watching you——"

"Cherry-Chloe is watching you~"

"Enid is--oh, she's already kissed you~"

Never had the flames burned more fiercely than at this moment.

Roland's eyes were out of focus, and his obsessed gaze passed through the woman's beautiful face and looked into nothingness.

He also smiled foolishly.

The hand hanging at the side of the body was retracted into the sleeve, quietly grasping the dagger.

But the woman didn't wait long in front of him, and soon she turned to the other guests, Benevento, Andrew Hyman and her sister, Judy Hyman.

She tried to tame them with her tongue.

She took several swallows.

She succeeded.

The faint red gradually spread, undulating and fluctuating.

She is not very skilled in using the "field".

Roland compared himself with Fernandez, then gently wrote a '2' on the palm of Cinder's hand, and then wrote a '3'.

One in between.

But Shandel was like a soulless puppet, his eyes following the woman's steps closely, and he no longer paid any attention to Roland.

"He is the enemy of the betrayer."

"He is the Lord of Beauty and Desire, the Controller of Flesh and Blood."

"He walks barefoot, he is blood, pain and thirst. He is the eyes, he is desire, he is torture and pleasure."

She giggled like a child in a state of mirth, and taking Andrew Hyman by the hand, she led him to the altar: all the guests followed her, stiff as zombies.

Women lying on the altar with their eyes closed and sleeping.

"The real party has begun."

"Mother's children."

A sacred maternal love welled up in her eyes, and she gently hugged Andrew Heyman. Then, she took the rusty iron ritual knife handed to her by the servant and gently cut her wrist.

The sticky and sweet red liquid flowed out.

It dripped from the woman's wrist and into Andrew Hyman's mouth.

He raised his head in longing, his throat rolling, as if a baby was longing for its mother as greedily as ever - he was like a cup made of flesh and blood, receiving the gift that came down from above, the drops of desire of the saint.

Soon, very soon, he was full.

Then, the sweet liquid flowed down his mouth, his neck, and onto the ground.

Every guest was like a hyena that had not eaten for many days, sniffing madly, scratching the skin, and staring at the flowing blood and mud.

They wanted to pounce on him, but were stopped by words.

"The blood wave bows at its mother's feet."

"The crown is taken from the neck."

at this time.

One by one, the maids pulled out the same rusty knives and handed them to the guests.

The hospitable woman glanced at the altars filled with altars, as well as the "corpses" sleeping on the altars.

"Help yourself, all you thirsty ones."

(End of this chapter)