The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 154: Feast of Flesh and Blood

Roland had never seen a scene more crazy than this.

After he took the opportunity to drink a portion of holy water, the white lines in his eyes steadily outlined the tragic scene in the cellar.

A group of frenzied hyenas were gnawing at the carcass of a wild cat lying on the side of the road.

That's the scene.

Of course, some guests were more polite, such as the elderly Mr. Benevento: he asked for a tablecloth, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and gently cut it with a rusty knife.

Some are downright rude.

For example, Miss Judy.

She bit it with her teeth, scratched it with her nails, and sucked it with her mouth.

When the banquet began, wisps of deep red blood mist began to fill and expand in the space, gradually enveloping these never-satisfied, forever hungry and thirsty creatures.

Roland subconsciously grabbed the empty-bellied Shandel, and pulled her hand with all his strength, pulling her to the side against the wine barrel wall - the altar farthest from everyone.

Then, give her a dose of holy water.

The extremely yang power blows away the negative pollution.

The lake blue eyes quickly regained their clarity.

"But only for a few minutes."

Shandel leaned down, pretending to sniff the face of the 'corpse', and pulled Roland to bend over as well, and said quickly in a low voice: "As the ritual becomes stronger, the holy water will lose its effect."

"This is the Great Ritual: A Feast of Flesh and Blood."

Her voice was intermittent, and she tried hard to suppress the impulse that was rising in her heart.

"Listen to me, Roland."

This was the first time that Shandel looked serious.

She lay on the 'corpse', turned her head, and looked at Roland quietly.

"I need to complete a great ritual to destroy these cultists - or at least render them powerless. But I must remain awake during the ritual."

She didn't say what she wanted Roland to do, but she said everything.

Next, it was Roland's turn to make a choice.

Trust her and give her the last bit of holy water you have.

Then, leave your life to fate.

Or, keep some...

Keep at least two and wait for Enid's arrival.

Perhaps, seeing that the situation is not good, Xiandel will activate the strange object he carries with him - then they can escape.

stay awake.

Maintain your disguise.

still…

Leave your fate to Shandel Kratov, wait for yourself to fall into this sticky, tear off your robes, and eat your flesh...

Do you believe her?

"What are you going to do?" Roland lowered his eyes and asked softly.

"I can now be sure that this cultist is no more than the third ring... maybe only the second ring." Xiandel forced a smile and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Look around you..."

There are cross wooden frames all around.

And, a 'wall' made up of huge wine barrels.

"…A truly 'savvy' cultist would never hold an evil ritual in a place full of red wine." Shandel raised his slightly upturned nose, with a sneer in his eyes: "It is indeed red wine. A low-class cultist…"

wine?

What is the use of red wine?

"This is the great ceremony of the Path of Mercy." Shandel whispered:

"…Although these red wines are not as good as those hidden by the church, they have been 'sanctified' for decades and are like a torrent of flames - but my blood also meets the conditions for sanctification. I can pay a certain price and make them possess extremely positive power for a short period of time..."

"Don't forget, I was once a candidate for the Saint. If you knew what that meant, you would be lamenting the 'luck' and ignorance of Ms. Jasmine..."

"Roland, do you believe me?"

She said this and shut up.

Looking at Roland quietly.

The black-haired young man thought for a moment, then slowly raised his head and blinked his honey-colored eyes: "...I hope I won't drown."

The two people passed the remaining five holy waters by hugging and fighting over the "corpse".

"I told you before to try drinking more wine."

Shandel clenched the glass tube tightly, and looked at Roland with a deeper look in his eyes.

thanks…

Put your life in the hands of a vicious sinner.

"Send me to the barrel, Roland. We have to think of a way..."

Roland tapped the slate gently.

The diffused lines blow through the cellar like sparks.

The zombie-like guests were concentrating on their meal, while the maids were assisting them.

"It's difficult. If we move too much, it will attract attention."

Shandel thought for a moment and narrowed his eyes: "...hit me."

"what?"

"Like you did in the garden." The girl tilted her face to the side, with an inexplicable look under her thick and curled eyelashes. She showed one side to Roland: "Hit me harder... harder." The blue lake was full.

"Hit me."

"Slap my face hard...Roland."

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, as if it was becoming stickier.

Roland didn't waste any more time, waved his arm and slapped her.

Snapped--!
The loud and clear sound attracted the attention of many servants.

But Shandel didn't give them time to react, he pulled 'Delicious' by the wrist and hair and headed towards the barrel stand.

She was practically dragging the 'delicious food' along.

"Don't even think about snatching my delicious meal!"

"Brother...I'm not full...I will never be full..."

Shandel shook his head vigorously and gently tore the woman's skin with his teeth, like a madman.

Roland understood, rushed forward and slapped her, then started to compete with her for the "delicious food".

He was like an unstable oval sphere and was easily pushed down by his sister.

So, I struggled to get up, chase, snatch, and push down.

"continue."

Snapped--!
"continue."

Snapped--!
Until she didn't need to say anything, the bright red blood mist poured into Roland's mind.

Roland hit harder and harder.

Snapped!
Snapped!Snapped!
After several attempts, they arrived under a huge wine rack that was two or three people tall.

"Wait for me, Roland."

Xiandel's eyes were filled with tears. While the servants were serving the guests, he curled up and crawled through an empty hole in the frame.

Got drilled into the back side of the 'barrel rack wall'.

Roland was the only one left.

Some strong addiction made him tremble uncontrollably.

He bit his tongue hard, trying to let the pain drive away the confusion.

But it seems to have had the opposite effect.

"You have to do something."
-
What…?
"Look around you, and then look at yourself."

Around each altar and each "delicacy" body, bursts of blood mist continued to spread.

However, Roland's surroundings were pitifully thin.

"A feast of flesh and blood, just as the name suggests."

"If the food is not eaten, torn, or sucked, it does not conform to the rules of the ritual."

"Neither it nor you can provide power for the party."

"You are not welcome."

eat…

Roland knelt on the ground, looking at the "food" who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

She was considered beautiful, but there was a scar on her neck that was as long and as wide as a finger, probably from a burn.

Long brown hair and a small face.

"Roland, you don't have much time."

"I can't give you more protection..."

"From now on, it's up to you."
-
wrench.

"You believe in me."

"You should trust your partner, too."

"You want a family. Then, start with 'belief'."

Roland was silent for a moment, lowered his head, carefully grasped the wrist of the "food", and gently cut it with the rusty iron knife.

Suddenly, he discovered that the two iron rings on his fingers had melted silently like ice rings softened by the sun.

He didn't notice it.

when did it happen?
……

"Name: Sword of Judgment (I)"

"Criteria: Judgment"

Type: Grand Ceremony

"Ritual: Blood of the Other/The Wail of the Spirit/The Confession of the Sinner/The Vile Ritual/The Power of the Clang"

"Prayer: Brief"

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"Completion: Despicable Ritual"

"Completion: Confession of the Sinner"

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"Three remaining: Alien Blood/Spiritual Wail/Clang Power"

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(End of this chapter)