Chapter 153 Ch152 Thick Red Blood

Chapter 153 Ch.152 Thick Red Blood

As Ms. Jasmine and the servants sent away the guests one by one, Enid was still not there.

The young Mr. Heyman chatted with him for a while, then went around to the far table to chat with Benevento.

Roland knew that they had to prepare early——

There is a high possibility that he and Xander will face at least seven cultists without support.

There may be apprentices among them.

Or maybe there are three or four rings.

not sure.

This is no joke.

He is just a link, and has no more special powers except for the holy water, dagger, and the strange spider kiss that can only fire ten shots.

As a "nurse", Xander Kratof has no effective means of attack.

ten minutes later.

Ms. Jasmine is back.

Holding up the long skirt.

She still looked that graceful and gentle.

"...My friends." She looked at the remaining guests, including Roland. "Please follow me. Today may be the day you get a new life..."

With the help of the maid, the gentlemen and ladies took over an iron red cross necklace and hung it on their chests.

Inverted cross.

If you touch it carefully, there is a faint pattern engraved on the center of the cross.

It's an equally bright red... Holy Grail.

"We're going to see witchcraft..."

Andrew Hyman looked excited, and his sister gently tapped her brother's arm with her finger to signal him not to be so rude.

Roland said nothing.

He has no time to deal with this idiot seeking death now.

"Is it possible that Fernandez looked at you the same way when you were lying in the hospital?"

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You'd better give me an idea.

"How about you cry for me?"

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It is very possible that I will die in front of you.

"Actually, before the banquet ends, it's the best time for you and Miss Evil to leave."

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But I didn't know it then, but the lady would be late.

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Our goal is here too.

"The lady next to you is the granddaughter of the bishop. Don't worry, she will definitely have something special that can save both of your lives."

"I guess that's why your big bat was 'late' because of this."

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You mean, is this really a test?

"I think it's normal 'training'."

"Your enemies won't wait forever for you to be ready."

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Maybe it was just delayed due to something.

"What do you think an eight-ring ritualist would be 'delayed' by? For example, cleaning up Su Yue's broken body?"

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speak nicely.

"Take care of your Miss Nina's remains."

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wrench.

"Um?"

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Before I die, tell me the unfinished story.

"...Are you crazy?"

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Where did the story about the rubber man come from last time?

They were led through the main hall and spiraling down the stairs.

Came to the underground of this building.

A rather small wine cellar.

Sealed wine barrels formed a wall. In addition, in the most empty center, someone built several small altars with stones and polished stone slabs.

Above each one stands an inverted cross.

On the stone slab of each altar lay a naked woman.

There was a small commotion in the crowd.

"This is a very common ritual. Everyone, I think since you are here, you should have gotten the answer to the mystery from your friends or the person who sent you the invitation letter."

The woman is undressed by a servant, opens her arms, and reveals herself to the participants.

"We must first confirm that you all have the desire for magic - after completing this ritual, I will answer your questions one by one and provide a very reasonable and clever solution to your problems..."

She smiled kindly.

"Then, please allow me to introduce to you our supreme god with an extremely pious heart: the only true god with great power in this world."

As she spoke, she walked towards Roland and the others, her body twisting enchantingly like branches in the wind, her plump cat-like legs and dust-free toes - her smile contained sweetness, ethics and rebelliousness.

"Red Blood, Scarlet Holy Grail."

She boldly looked at the men and women present, using the tip of her tongue to seduce those who looked directly, and teasing the shy ones with her cheerful smile.

"The bottomless lake, the cradle of flesh and blood."

she says.

Her voice rises and falls, like the urgent and sudden stop of a piano.

She's getting closer.

He is also becoming more and more naughty, or cruel.

"Our mother."

She conforms to all human aesthetics.

Upright and bright, silver is dirty and sinful.

She was as innocent as an uninformed, unmarried girl, and as innocent as the lowest and most despicable person on the street.

She collaged her own image with words, and smiled more and more wildly in the eyes of everyone who was gradually looking forward to it.

She came to Roland, or Xander's side, and breathed out a faint, addictive moisture like a honey swamp.

Xander moved his eyes, and soon he also started laughing.

She turned to Roland again.

However, in Roland's sight at this time, there were only densely packed characters.

"If you insist on touching her place that is no cleaner than a cesspit with your mouth, don't use it to talk to me again."

"Ah la la la la la -"

"Cover your face, cover your face~"

"Su Yue is looking at you -"

"Cherry Chloe is looking at you~"

"Enid is - oh, she has kissed you~"

The flames have never burned more vigorously than at this moment.

Roland's eyes were out of focus, and his obsessed gaze passed through the woman's beautiful face and looked at nothingness.

He also smiled foolishly.

The palm hanging by the side of the body was retracted into the sleeve, quietly holding the dagger.

But the woman did not wait in front of him for long. Soon, she turned to other guests, Benevento, Andrew Hyman and her sister, Judy Hyman.

She tried to tame them with her tongue.

It took her several swallows.

She succeeded.

The faint red gradually spread and fluctuated.

She was not very skilled in using the "field".

Roland compared himself with Fernandez, then gently wrote a ‘2’ on the palm of Shandel’s hand, and then wrote a ‘3’.

One between the two.

But Shandel was like a doll without a soul, his eyes followed the woman’s steps closely, and he no longer paid attention to Roland.

“He is the enemy of the betrayer.”

“He is the Lord of Beauty and Desire, the controller of flesh and blood.”

“He walks barefoot, is blood, pain and thirst. He is eyes, desire, torture and pleasure.”

She giggled like a child who loves pleasure, pulled Andrew Heyman’s hand, and pulled him to the altar: all the guests followed stiffly like zombies.

Women lying on the altar with their eyes closed and sleeping.

“The real banquet has begun.”

“Mother’s children.”

A sacred maternal love surged in her eyes, and she gently hugged Andrew Heyman. Then, she took the rusty iron ritual knife handed by the servant and gently scratched her wrist.

The sticky and sweet red flowed out.

It dripped from the woman's wrist and fell into Andrew Heyman's mouth.

He raised his head in desire, his throat rolling, as if a baby was greedy for his mother - he was like a cup made of flesh and blood, accepting the gift from above, the desire of the saint.

Soon, very soon, he was full.

So, the sweetness flowed down his mouth, his neck, all the way down to the ground.

Every guest was like a hyena that had not eaten for many days, sniffing madly, scratching the skin, staring at the flowing blood mud.

They wanted to pounce, but were stopped by words.

"The blood wave bowed at the mother's feet."

"The crown is taken from the neck."

At this time.

One by one, the maids pulled out the same rusty knife and handed it to the guests.

The hospitable woman glanced at the altars all over the field, and the "corpses" sleeping on the altars.

"Please help yourself, all the hungry and thirsty."