The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 155: Blood of Heaven
As the blood mist in the cellar grew thicker, Roland heard the sound of a stream.

The ground became muddy.

The air is filled with a sweet smell.

It was unlike any Roland had ever tasted.

Plump and juicy. Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

With a gentle push of your teeth, you can pry open the shell and your mouth will be filled with honey.

It may be the smell of roasted meat, light mint, mellow red wine or thick cream...

It is everything one can imagine.

Roland knelt on the ground. He seemed to have returned to the darkest and most magical days—the blood and stench that filled his nose, the woman who was in pain but never cried, the ever-spreading death, and the pitch-black world...

The cellar turned into a crimson swamp.

The spring water gurgles.

Abandoned bones and rotten meat gurgle.

My stomach growled.

The extremely thirsty soul is gurgling.

The carefully prepared secret water might be served to the princess.

It may also spill into the gutter.

They don't need results, they just need the process of pain and joy.

"The sparkling red is poured into the cup, and we suck its tongue."

"The blood is overflowing."

“This trip has been very fruitful.”

The swamp's blood boiled.

When the woman opened her arms and called out loudly, she was like a fallen saint bathed in blood, waiting for the devout believers to respond to her.

Everywhere Roland looked was red.

The bright red is flowing.

“The skin is crispy!”

she says.

“Enjoy your meal!”

She shouted.

The walls around the cellar peeled off and were covered in sticky scarlet.

At this moment, they seemed to be in a slowly moving organ.

"Sir, is the food not to your taste?"

Roland was discovered after all.

The bloody veil surrounding him was too thin.

The maid moved lightly with elegant manners - if you didn't look at her mouth, which was chewing offal.

"Let me see what you have..."

I can't let her check, otherwise she will find out that I didn't touch the 'food' at all.

Roland suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, jumped up like lightning, hugged the maid's neck and pulled her into his arms.

Press your forehead against hers.

——From a distance, it looks like two people hugging and about to kiss.

'But I'm not hungry at all, miss.'

Roland's golden eyes darkened, a hint of red like a cat's pupil looming. His bloodstained 'fat face' gradually peeled off and melted in the maid's sight.

Revealing half of his true hideousness.

The maid’s pupils dilated rapidly in an instant—!
Then the sharp tip of the knife penetrated her chin.

Roland held her with all his might, feeling her pushing, struggling, and twitching.

"It won't hurt too much. After all, pain is a gift to you."

Roland pushed slowly.

Twist the handle a little bit, control the rotation of the blade, tilt it slightly backward along the chin, and pierce deeply into the back of the head.

Stir.

The maid's limbs gradually drooped down, and after losing her support, she relied entirely on Roland's strength to stand.

Her "secret" was like a rat running around with its tail cut off, and it soon disappeared without a trace.

thump.

Roland held her in his arms, half leaning against the barrel rack.

The blood dripping from his chin dyed his front red.

"Kratov."

He called out Shandel's name softly.

His mind was becoming increasingly confused, and the white flames blooming in his vision were about to go out.

He would soon be blind again, back in darkness.

This caused Roland to feel a great fear in his heart.

"I can't hold on any longer."

Roland pulled out the dagger, slashed the maid's body twice, and put it back into the sheath.

I lifted up my clothes and touched the cool handle.

"I will shoot and lead the cultists away to buy time for you. If this continues, I'm afraid I will become their pawn..."

Roland knew that the 'skin' that Crow had made for him was melting, he could feel it.

Then we can't wait any longer.

Click.

Loaded.

"Roland."

A weak voice came from behind the wooden frame.

"Kratov?" "Squat down, squat down..." Shandel said unsteadily. "Hold on...be careful..."

Roland took a deep breath.

Put down the maid.

Pick up the 'food' on the ground.

Then, he squatted at the 'hole' that Shandel had just crawled through, holding the wooden frame firmly with one hand.

An invisible wave passed through the entire cellar.

This undoubtedly caught the attention of the woman who was kissing the internal organs.

Like a frightened animal, she suddenly raised her bloody head from the food cavity, her eyes red, and roared fiercely in Roland's direction:

"Extreme Sun! Holy Cross!"

The beastly roar seemed to be giving orders to the servants.

They were just like the puppets in Thales Collins's house, all turning their heads towards Roland!
"Kill them!!"

Click…click…

Roland heard the faint sound of wooden boards breaking.

Right above his head.

ear.

Roland quickly cut open her stomach with a dagger, tore open the clothes stuffed inside, hugged the woman tightly in his arms, and lowered his head.

Make yourself curl up smaller.

The other hand grasped the wooden frame behind him.

next second.

He heard a loud explosion!
Bang-!
The wine barrels on the wooden racks exploded one by one!

The red wine poured out like an unstoppable torrent!

"Blood of Heaven..."

Across the wooden frame.

Shandel Kratov slumped against the wall.

Her left hand dangled on her leg, with a deep wound that exposed the bone and still stained with blood - the bright red blood flowed from her forearm to the entire wine rack.

The amazing thing is that the blood was mixed with some substance that shone like stars, making the wine sparkle.

"Blood of Heaven."

Shandel's eyes were gloomy.

Her eyes passed through the wooden frame, and the spraying wine also passed through the wooden frame; she stared at the women who drew their guns in the field, and then the wine surrounded them, forming a huge vortex!

Red, the storm that brings the stars!
A torrent that drowns and swallows everything!

A sky-covering tsunami filled with broken stars and fire dust!

"Holy Cross!"

"This is the Burner's method!!"

Ms. Jasmine's skin peeled off, revealing a face full of holes: half of her nose was missing, and her cheeks were covered with dense holes.

"This is not the way of the Burner, you ignorant Skinchanger."

Shandel coughed a few times, his pale lips curled into a vicious smile: "Have you ever seen iron in a forge?"

The wine that should have been cold suddenly became boiling hot!
They covered the sky and splashed on the cultists' skin, making a frowning sizzling sound and emitting a sour white mist.

The vortex grew higher and higher and spun faster and faster.

It continued to shrink, catching the remaining servants, guests and Ms. Jasmine in one fell swoop!
Roland was soaked in wine.

White smoke came out of his arms.

The sleeping woman looked miserable.

Her fingers began to twitch, her skin melted, and her eyeballs dehydrated.

In the blood-colored wine, the mottled starlight corroded her, eating her up bit by bit.

Just a few breaths.

All that was left in Roland's arms was a skeleton full of holes, as if it were made of recorders.

The fragile instrument broke into pieces with just Roland's light touch.

Blood of Heaven.

A grand ceremony mastered by the former Saint Candidate, Cinder Kratov.
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"Name: Blood of Heaven"

"Principle: Compassion"

Type: Grand Ceremony

"Ritual: Holy Blood/Sanctified Wine/Life/Sanctified Prayer/First Teeth"

"Prayer: Brief"

"'I came from the light and drank from the evil.'"
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"Principles: Pleasure/Hunger/Thirst/Fertility/Blood/Pain"

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"Red Road"

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"Ring 1: Charm of the Heart"

"Cohesion: Your every move will become full of seduction. When you push open the door of flesh and blood, your appearance will never bother you again."

"Preference: Proficiency in anatomy."

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"Second Ring: Skin Changer"

"Skin Bag Mask: With the help of knowledge, you can change your skin. Collecting them is a time-consuming process. You need enough patience, enough caution... and enough love."

"Physical fitness: Physical fitness slightly improved."

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"※It is not the flesh that betrays the soul."

(End of this chapter)