The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 651

[Chapter 183 The Secret About “Cup”]

The small world reflected in the cup has now completely turned into a blood-filled [hell].

The indescribable blood monster kept biting, cutting, grinding, acupuncture, piercing, and crushing—

as if hell appeared in the world.

Only at this time did the players finally realize that… the extraordinary power held by the saints is already an absolute force capable of destroying a country.

For mortal beings, their might is almost the same as that of gods.

It was as if the whole world had come to life, trying to destroy someone with all its might.

Even in the face of dragons, there will be brave men who dare to raise their swords – but in the face of storms and tsunamis, it will only be a fanatic who is even crazier than Don Quixote.

However, in the face of the malice of the whole world – in the face of the waves of blood protruding from fangs, saw blades, sharp teeth, and thin needles, in the eyes of the blood-hand brothers, in the eyes of the blood-hand brothers. Still haven’t lost hope.

This made Lin Yiyi feel a strong sense of disobedience.

……why is that?

In the face of this invulnerable and irreversible enemy, even if trapped in this inescapable small world, he still does not give up hope…

In the face of absolute and irreversible disadvantage, he still maintains the reason for hope… … what is it?

Rather – what other means and means can they use to reach the final victory?

“Heh…”

The elder brother of the blood-hand brothers, the boy who looked less than seven or eight years old, sneered: “It seems that you are really vigilant, Miss Saint.

“You don’t even hesitate to sacrifice the saint .

The blood will also imprison us here… unscrupulously using the power from the holy bones.

Which should also have your element power?

“Are you so afraid?”

His voice was low, but gradually became louder.

It’s like whispering into a microphone.

Like that voice, it is already deeply embedded in this small world.

“—Are you so afraid, the secret we inherited from our mother?” The

boy’s mocking whisper grew louder: “Then it’s as you wish…”

“[The word ‘ritual’ originally came from a sacrifice Sacrifice. This is also the origin of the word ‘sacrifice’.]”

Those are words that are difficult for human beings to understand and cannot spit out.

At that moment, the blood wave froze.

Not covered in ice.

Instead, it was as if being stared at by a petrified monster—it lost its color in the blink of an eye, and the crimson blood turned gray in an instant.

The young fallen man named “Jacob”, the blood-red eyes that opened turned into pure, gray-white stone eyes.

As the price of saying these words, his biological brother, who was already very old behind him, gradually turned pale with his words.

Gradually turned into a stone statue without any life.

With Jacob as the center, the “blood” around him was completely frozen and lost its color and kinetic energy.

Like a gray-white flower slowly blooming in the sea of blood… and finally frozen the entire sea of blood, turning it into a rugged and sharp mountain.

“[The first sacrifice took place before the birth of the rivers and mountains. Cybele put her unborn and unpregnant daughter, her first and last sister, and her own palace into the golden cup. Among them,

dedicated to the night—]”

Those were blasphemous words at the beginning of the creation of the world.

It happened before the birth of the righteous God.

At the same time as the sound resounded throughout the world, the blood that had condensed into rock around him began to gradually collapse and turn into powder.

As if they never appeared.

The closer to Jacob, the faster the disintegration; and the farther away from him, the disintegration is slower.

And the younger brother behind him, along with his words, gradually closed his eyes and turned into a quiet stone statue, which quickly collapsed and disintegrated into nothingness.

The huge blood wave silently solidified and dissipated into the air.

“…How about me—”

Lin Yiyi was surprised and terrified to realize that her hands were gradually turning into powder… Her body was about to drift away like a dream.

In addition to citalopram, which exists in the form of a spirit body, other players also seem to have such symptoms.

It ‘s like…

they are also about to turn into dust and dissipate into the air.

But in the next moment.

A deep voice sounded immediately:

“[…Sybly’s daughter does not exist either, the palace in the cup is her only proof. It is a woman in the night, joy and fear – it does not dare to look, dare not Listen, don’t dare to speak. Because all secrets end up in the sea of oblivion, so the night knows everything—]”

That’s “the one who opposes himself.”

As he chanted, his body that turned into powder murmured again—the thin blood flow was like a small river, converging from all directions, joyfully forming his body again.

“…Why didn’t you die?!”

Jacob’s expression became ugly.

The young saint with short honey-colored hair and golden pupils had melancholy eyes.

“No, I’m already dead.”

He said softly: “These are words before the birth of [Blood], blood-hating words taken out of context. For all beings born from their mothers, it is undoubtedly a poison without a solution. ”

Then how do you…”

“Because I can’t die yet.” The

saint replied calmly and firmly.

“—So, I refused.”

Refused the arrival of death.

Returning to the world only by his own will.

…or, with his body to help.

Because the holy relic he holds is called “The Flesh of the Passion”.

yes.

He was originally a “walking holy relic”.

Because the essence of this holy relic is this suffering body!

As the saint moved forward slowly.

As he walked, there were signs of suffering on his clean and new body again for no reason –

frostbite, burns, knife wounds, twists, fistulas, bruises…

Countless “wounds”, with the saint’s Walking was attached to him again.

That was the curse he was destined to bear.

“But do you know? Why should I kill you?” The

saint said slowly: “Because I want to reclaim this taboo… and ‘wrong’ knowledge.

“I don’t fear it, but hate it.

”

The most ancient words of creation, if taken out of context, can be turned into blasphemous words that seriously inflict serious damage on the believers of the righteous gods.

“However, those thirteen gods have their own kindness to the 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 well-

” [If everything is clear, the daughter who will not come will become Nothingness, and Night could not close its eyes. So Night let herself be born out of the sea of oblivion, and she became Cybele the Cup-bearing mother.]

“[She gave her eyes to the baby, and the baby was born She sees all the mysteries of the world; she gives her tongue to the girl, and the girl can read all the words of the world; she gives her wisdom to the girl, and the girl can see through all the secrets of the world.

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“[At this time, the world has no mystery, no words, no secrets, so she retreats the sea of oblivion, revealing the mountains and rivers.]

“[Only after the sea of oblivion forgets itself , the fire of wisdom can be born!

]”

That should not be a word that hates 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, rivers and rivers!

That’s the biggest secret about the Lady of Silence, the Lady of Mystery, and the Lady of the Cup!

When the young man recited these secrets with correct knowledge, he did not appear petrified and disintegrated like a boy.

And the boy didn’t feel any pain.

His body did not turn into a stone statue like the brother who died for him… but gradually oozes blood like a river – and finally the blood sinks into the ground like a living thing.

There was no blood-drained torso, no bones.

His whole body seemed to be melted… and turned into wine.

“…Idiot.” The

young man reached out and pressed his forehead, cursing in a low voice with his eyes closed.

Using the mysterious knowledge of the creation level, even he will feel pain – it’s just that he has suffered enough pain to ignore it and continue to chant.

“…The reason why [Heaven in the Cup] is a taboo ceremony is because only here can the secret of the “cup” be used correctly.”