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

The unspeakable monster of blood was constantly biting, cutting, mortaring, pricking, piercing, crushing—

It's like revealing hell to earth.

It was only then that the players finally realized ...... The extraordinary power possessed by the Holy One is already an absolute force sufficient to destroy a nation.

To mortal beings, their power is almost the same as that of the gods.

It's as if the whole world has come to life, trying to destroy someone with all its might.

Even against dragons, there will be brave men who will dare to raise their swords - but in the face of storms and tsunamis, it will only be fanatics who are even crazier than Don Quixote.

However, in the face of the malice of the whole world, in the face of the blood waves of fangs, saw blades, sharp teeth, and thin needles sticking out more than 100 meters high and about 20 stories high, the eyes of the Bloody Hand brothers still did not lose hope.

This made Lin Yiyi feel a strong sense of disobedience.

…… Why is that?

In the face of such an unharmable and irreversible enemy, even if you are trapped in this small world from which you cannot escape, you still do not give up hope......

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

Rather, it is better to say - what means and what means can they use to achieve the final victory?

"Heh......"

The elder brother of the Bloody Hand brothers, the boy who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old, sneered, "Looks like you're really wary, Miss Sage."

"Even at the cost of sacrificing the blood of the Holy One, he will imprison us here...... Unscrupulously wielding the power of the Holy Bones. Should there be your elemental power in it?

"Are you so afraid?"

His voice was low, but it grew 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 and louder: "Then as you wish......"

"[The word 'ritual' originally came from a sacrifice. This is also where the word 'sacrifice' comes from. 】”

It is a language that is incomprehensible to human beings and cannot be spit out of their mouths.

At that moment, the blood wave froze.

It's not covered in ice.

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

The young depraved man named "Jacob" turned his blood-red eyes into pure, grayish-white stone eyes.

As the price for saying this, 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 at the center, the "blood" around him is all frozen, losing color and kinetic energy. Like a gray-white flower slowly blooming in the sea of blood...... And eventually freeze the entire sea of blood and turn it into rugged and sharp mountain rock.

"The first sacrifice took place before the birth of the rivers and mountains. Cybele put her unborn and unconceived daughter, her first and last sister, into a golden cup with her own womb, and offered it to the night—]"

That was blasphemy at the beginning of the world.

It was something that happened before the birth of the righteous god.

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

It's as if they never existed.

The closer you get to Jacob's, the faster it disintegrates; And those who are far away from him will disintegrate more slowly.

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

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

“…… Why am I-"

Lin Yiyi was surprised and frightened to realize that she was gradually starting to turn into powder from her hands...... The body is about to drift away like a dream.

With the exception of Citalopram, which exists in its spirit form, other players also seem to be experiencing this symptom.

It's like ......

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

But in the next moment.

A deep voice followed:

“【…… Cybele's daughter is or not, and the uterus in the cup is the only proof of her. The night is full of joy, joy and fear—it doesn't dare to look, it doesn't dare to listen, it doesn't dare to speak. For all secrets end in the sea of oblivion, and therefore the night knows everything—]"

It is "the one who is against himself."

As he chanted, his powdered body reappeared—a stream of blood that flowed like tiny rivers from all directions, happily reforming his body.

“…… Why didn't you die?! ”

Jacob's expression became ugly.

The young sage's eyes were full of melancholy with short honey-colored hair and golden eyes.

"No, I'm dead."

He whispered, "These are words spoken before the birth of [Blood], words of hatred of blood taken out of context. It is undoubtedly an incurable poison for all life born from the mother. ”

"Then how do you ......?"

"Because I can't die yet."

The Sage replied calmly and firmly.

"—So, I refused."

Refuse to die.

He returned to the world by his own will.

…… Or, with his body helping.

Because the relic in his possession is called "Flesh of the Suffering".

Yes.

He was originally a "walking relic".

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

As the Sage walked along.

As he walked, traces of suffering appeared again on his smooth and new body—

Frostbite, burns, cuts, strangulations, fistulas, bruises......

Countless "wounds" attached to the saint's body again as he walked.

It was the curse he was destined to bear.

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

The Sage said slowly, "Because I want to recycle this taboo...... And the 'wrong' knowledge.

"I'm not afraid of it, I'm disgusted by it."

The oldest words of creation, taken out of context, can be turned into blasphemous words that hurt the believers of the righteous God.

"However, those thirteen gods have their own share of the world's great kindness."

The young man walked slowly and calmly forward, looking at the boy from afar.

He uttered a clear and distant voice: "Listen-

"If all things are clear, the daughter who will not come will be reduced to nothingness, and the night will not be able to close its eyes. So the night gave birth to herself from the sea of oblivion, and she became the mother of cups, Cybeli. 】

"She gave her eyes to the baby, and the baby could see all the mysteries of the world; She gave her tongue to the girl, and she was able to pronounce all the languages of the world; She gave her wisdom to the maiden, and the maiden was able to see through all the secrets of the world. 】

At this time, there are no mysteries, no words, and no secrets in the world, so she retreats the sea of oblivion and reveals the mountains and rivers. 】

"Only after the Sea of Oblivion forgets itself can the fire of wisdom be born!] 】”

It should not be a word of hatred of the gods.

Rather, in an era when everything will be forgotten, the sea of oblivion that covers the earth will retreat, revealing the words of creation of mountains and rivers!

That's the greatest secret about the Silent Lady, the Mysterious Lady and the Glass-Bearer!

When the young man recites these secrets with correct knowledge, he does not have the petrification and disintegration of a boy.

And the boy did not feel any pain.

His body was not reduced to stone like his brother who died for him...... Instead, a river of blood seeped out—and finally it sank to the ground like a living thing.

There was no dry torso that had been left to be the result of blood loss, and there were no bones. His whole being seemed to melt...... It's like being made into wine.

“…… Idiot. ”

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

Using the creation-level occult knowledge, even he would feel pain—only that he had endured enough pain to ignore it and chant continuously.

"The reason why ...... [Heaven in the Cup] is a taboo ritual is because only here can you use the secret of the "cup" correctly. ”