Chapter 183 The Secret About the "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—

It's like showing hell 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 did not give up hope...

In the face of an absolute and irreversible disadvantage, the reason for still maintaining hope... What is it?

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

"Ah……"

The older brother of the bloody hand brothers, the boy who seemed to be less than seven or eight years old, sneered: "It seems that you are really vigilant, Miss Saint.

"Even at the expense of the blood of the saints, we will be banned here... unscrupulously using the power from the holy bones. Should there be your elemental 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.

"—you're so afraid, the secret we inherited from our mother?"

The boy's mocking whisper grew louder: "Then as you wish..."

"[The word 'ceremony' originally came from a sacrifice. This is also the origin of the word 'sacrifice'.]"

Those are words that are difficult for humans 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,

Dedicated to the night—]”

Those are blasphemous words from the beginning 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 do I—"

Lin Yiyi was surprised and terrified to realize that her hands were gradually turning into powder... The 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 just like……

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

But in the next moment.

A low voice sounded immediately:

"[...Cybele's daughter does not exist, and 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, and dare not speak. Because everything Secrets end up in the sea of ​​oblivion, so the night knows everything—]”

That is "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 dead."

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

"Then how do you..."

"Because I can't die yet."

The saint replied calmly and firmly.

"—So, I refused."

Refusing to come to 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, cuts, twists, fistulas, bruises…

Countless "wounds" attached to him again as the saint walked.

That was the curse he was destined to bear.

"But you know what? Why should I kill you?"

The saint said slowly: "Because I want to recover this taboo... and 'wrong' knowledge.

"I don't fear it, I hate it."

The most ancient words of creation, if taken out of context, can be turned into blasphemous words that severely harm the believers of the righteous God.

"However, the thirteen gods have their own kindness to this 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--

"[If everything is clear, the daughter who will not come will turn into nothingness, and the night cannot close its eyes. So the night allows herself to be born from the sea of ​​oblivion, and she becomes the cup-bearing mother Cybele. .]

"[She gave her eyes to the baby, and the baby could see all the mysteries of the world; she gave the girl her tongue, and the girl could read all the words of the world; she gave her wisdom to the girl, and the girl could See through all the secrets of the world.]

"[At this time, there is no mystery, no words, no secrets in the world, so she retreated the sea of ​​oblivion, revealing the mountains and rivers.]

"[The fire of wisdom can only be born after the sea of ​​oblivion forgets itself!]"

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 read out 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 seeped out a river of blood - and finally the blood, like a living thing, submerged into the ground.

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, closing his eyes and cursing in a low voice.

Using the mysterious knowledge of the creation level, even he will feel pain - it's just that he has 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."