The world reflected in the grail had transformed into a blood-filled [hell].
The indescribable blood entities relentlessly tear, cut, grind, stab, pierce, crush, and pulverize their victims.
The scene resembled summoning hell to reality.
It was only at this moment that the players finally realized that the saint’s transcended power could destroy an entire nation.
For ordinary beings, their power and might were almost akin to that of deities.
Even in the face of a dragon, there would be heroes brave enough to raise their swords. But against phenomena like storms and tsunamis, only the most reckless lunatics would dare to go against them.
This gave Lin Yiyi a strong sense of unease.
Why?
Facing this invulnerable opponent and even trapped in this inescapable world, the Bloodhand Brothers still did not give up hope…
In the face of the absolute and irreversible disadvantage, what’s their reason for still keeping hope?
Rather, what else can they do to achieve the final victory?
*Cough*
The older brother among the Bloodhand Brothers, the eight-year-old boy, sneered, “It seems like you are quite vigilant, Miss Saint.”
“You’re even willing to sacrifice your blood to seal us in this place, unscrupulously using the power from the sacred bone and even your elemental power.
“Are you so afraid?” His voice was low but gradually became louder. It was like speaking into the mic.
It gave off an illusion that the voice was already deeply embedded in this world.
“Are you so afraid about the secret we inherited from our mother?”
The boy’s mocking whisper became louder and louder, “Then as you wish…”
“[The term ‘ritual’ originally stems from a sacrificial ceremony. This is also the origin of the term ‘sacrifice.’]”
The spell was beyond human comprehension, unable to be articulated in spoken words.
At that moment, the blood was frozen.
Instead of being frozen by ice, magic seemingly petrified the blood. The blood lost its color, instantly turning from crimson red to gray.
The Young Fallen named “Jacob” opened his blood-red eyes, which later transformed into pure, gray-white stone eyes.
As the price for uttering the spell, his younger brother, who was already extremely old behind him, gradually turned pale along with his words. He gradually turned into a stone statue without any sign of life.
With Jacob at the center, the “blood” around him was completely frozen, devoid of color and motion, like a pale white flower slowly blooming in the sea of blood. It eventually froze the entire blood sea, transforming it into rugged, sharp, rocky terrain.
“[The first sacrifice occurred before the birth of the rivers and mountains. Cybele placed her unborn and unconceived daughter, her initial and final sister, along with her womb, into a golden grail and offered them to the darkness.]”
That was the blasphemous utterance at the beginning of the world.
It happened before the birth of the upright deities.
As the sound echoed throughout the world, the blood that had solidified into the rocks around him began to crumble and turn into powder.
It was as if they never appeared.
The closer the rocks were to Jacob, the faster they disintegrated, while those further away from him took longer to crumble.
Following his words, the younger brother behind him gradually closed his eyes and turned into a quiet stone statue. It quickly collapsed and disintegrated into nothingness.
The blood tide solidified silently and dissipated into the air.
“…Why am I—”
Lin Yiyi was surprised and terrified to realize that her hands were gradually turning into powder… Her body was about to float away like a fantasy.
Apart from Citalopram, which existed in spirit form, other players also shared the same symptoms.
The players were about to turn into dust and dissipate into the air.
However, a deep voice sounded immediately.
“[…The existence and non-existence of Sibylla’s daughter were contained within the womb in the cup, her only evidence. The night received the girl with joy and trepidation—it dared not look, listen, or speak. For all secrets eventually, return to the Sea of Forgetfulness, and thus the night knows all…]”
That voice was from “the Man Against Himself.”
As he chanted, his powdered body gurgled again. Fine blood flowed like tiny rivers, gathering from all directions, forming his body again.
Jacob’s expression turned ugly, “Why didn’t you die?!”
The young saint with short honey-colored hair and golden pupils gave off a melancholy vibe.
“No, I’m already dead.” Saint Henry said softly, “This is a speech before the birth of [Blood], a blood-hating speech taken out of context. It is undoubtedly a poison for all lives born from the mother.”
“Then, why do you…”
Saint replied calmly but firmly, “Because I can’t die yet.”
“—So, I declined.”
Henry denied the arrival of death.
He returned to the world only by virtue of his own will.
…or, perhaps, with his body’s help.
He had “the Flesh of Sacrifice”.
He was originally “the walking sacred relic”.
However, the essence of this sacred relic was this suffering body that followed the saint’s will slowly forward.
As the saint walked, traces of suffering appeared on his clean body for no reason.
Frostbite, burns, cuts, creases, fistulas, bruises…
Countless “injuries” appeared on the saint’s body as he walked.
Those were the curse he was destined to bear.
“But, do you know why I kill you?” The saint said slowly, “Because I want to take back this taboo and ‘wrong’ knowledge.
“I don’t fear it, but I hate it.”
If taken out of context, the oldest words of creation could be transformed into blasphemous utterances that severely damage the faith of the upright deities’ believers.
“However, those thirteen deities have their kindness to this world.”
The young man walked forward slowly and calmly while looking at the boy from afar.
He made a clear and distant voice, “Listen up—”
“[If everything becomes clear, the yet-to-come daughter would turn into nothingness, and the night would be unable to close its eyes. Thus, the night emerged from the Sea of Forgetfulness, taking on the appearance of the grail-bearing mother, Cybele.]”
“[She bestowed her eyes upon the infant, granting the child the ability to perceive all the world’s mysteries. She gifted her tongue to the girl, enabling her to speak all the words of the world. She bestowed her wisdom upon the young woman, allowing her to unravel all the secrets of the world.]”
“[At that moment, there were no mysteries, no words, no secrets left in the world. So she withdrew from the Sea of Forgetfulness and revealed the mountains, rivers, and streams.]
“[Only after the Sea of Forgetfulness forgets itself, the fire of wisdom can be born!]”
The verse wasn’t intended to instill hate in the deities.
Instead, in an era when everything was forgotten, the verse of world creation caused the Sea of Forgetfulness to recede, revealing mountains, rivers, and streams!
That was the biggest secret about the Silent Lady, Mysterious Lady, and Grail-holding Lady!
When the young man pronounced these secrets correctly, he did not experience the petrification and crumbling as the boy did.
The boy didn’t feel any pain.
His body didn’t become a statue like his deceased brother but bled like a flowing river. Eventually, the blood seemed alive and seeped into the ground.
There was no dry corpse showing blood loss, nor were there any bones left in this world. His body seemed to have melted… and seemed to have been brewed into wine.
“Idiot.” The young man reached out and pressed his forehead, closed his eyes, and cursed in a low voice.
Using occult knowledge at the world creation level inflicted pain. However, he suffered enough pain to ignore it and continue to chant the knowledge.
“…[Heaven in the Grail] is a taboo ritual because only here can the secret of the “grail” be used correctly.”
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