The Righteous Player(s) 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 keeps biting, cutting, grinding, needling, penetrating, and crushing——

It's like **** appearing in the human world.

It was only then that the players finally realized... that the extraordinary power possessed by the Saint was already an absolute force capable of destroying a country.

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

It was as if the whole world had come alive and was trying to destroy someone with all its strength.

Even in the face of a giant dragon, there will be brave men who dare to raise their swords - but those who charge in the face of storms and tsunamis will only be crazier than Don Quixote.

However, in the face of the malice of the entire world - facing the waves of blood that are more than a hundred meters high and about twenty stories high, with fangs, saw blades, sharp teeth, and fine needles protruding out, the blood of the Blood Hand Brothers In his eyes, he still did not lose hope.

This made Lin Yiyi feel a strong sense of violation.

...Why is this?

Faced with this invulnerable and irresistible enemy, even though he was trapped in this small world that he could not escape from, he still did not give up hope...

What is the reason for still maintaining hope in the face of absolute and irreversible disadvantage?

Or rather - what other means and ways can they use to achieve final victory?

"Huh..."

The older brother of the Bloody Hand Brothers, the boy who looked to be less than seven or eight years old, sneered: "It seems that you are really vigilant, Miss Saint.

"He even sacrificed the blood of the saint to seal us here... and used the power from the holy bones unscrupulously. There should be your elemental power in it?

"Are you so afraid?"

His voice was low, but gradually became louder. It's like whispering into a microphone.

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

"——Are you so afraid of the secrets we inherited from our mothers?"

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

"[The word 'ritual' 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 be uttered by mouth.

At that moment, the blood wave froze.

It is not covered by ice.

It was like being stared at by a petrified monster - it lost its color in the blink of an eye, and the crimson blood turned to gray in an instant.

The blood-red eyes of the young fallen man named "Jacob" turned into pure, gray-white stone eyes.

As a price for saying these words, his biological brother, who was already extremely old behind him, gradually turned pale with his words. Gradually turned into a lifeless stone statue.

With Jacob as the center, all the "blood" around him was frozen, losing color and kinetic energy. Like a gray-white flower slowly blooming in the sea of ​​​​blood... and eventually freezing the entire sea of ​​​​blood into rugged and sharp rocks.

"[The first sacrifice took place before the rivers and mountains were born. Cybele sacrificed her unborn and unpregnant daughter, her first and last sister, together with her womb Put it into a golden cup and offer it to the night——]"

Those were blasphemous words from the beginning of the world.

It happened before the birth of the True God.

As the sound resounded throughout the world, the blood that had condensed into rocks around him began to gradually collapse and turn into powder.

It's like they never appeared.

The closer you are to Jacob, the faster it will disintegrate; and the closer you are to Jacob, the slower it will be.

The younger brother behind him also followed his words, gradually closed his eyes and turned into a quiet stone statue, which quickly collapsed and disintegrated into nothingness.

The huge wave of blood solidified and dissipated in the air quietly.

"...how come I——"

Lin Yiyi was surprised and horrified to realize that her hands were gradually turning into powder... her body was about to float away like a dream.

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

It's like...

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

But the next moment.

A deep voice sounded immediately:

"[...Sybele's daughter exists or does not exist, and the uterus in the cup is her only proof. The night has a daughter, it is happy and frightened - it dare not look, dare not listen, dare not speak . Because all secrets eventually end up in the sea of ​​oblivion, so the night knows everything——]"

That is "the person who opposes himself".

As he chanted, his body that turned into powder gurgled and came back to life again - the fine blood flow was like a small river, gathering from all directions, and happily formed his body again.

"...How come you're not dead?!"

Jacob's expression turned ugly.

The eyes of the young saint with short honey-colored hair and golden pupils are full of melancholy.

"No, I'm dead."

He said softly: "These are words spoken before [Blood] was born, words of hatred taken out of context. It is undoubtedly an incurable poison for all lives born from the mother."

"Then how do you..."

"Because I can't die yet."

The saint replied calmly and firmly.

"——So, I refused."

Reject death.

Return to the human world only by relying on his own will.

...Or, there is help from his body.

Because the holy relic he holds is called "The Flesh and Blood of the Passion".

Yes.

He was originally a "walking holy relic".

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

Follow the saint and move forward slowly.

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

Frostbite, burns, stab wounds, strangulation marks, fistulas, bruises...

Countless "wounds" attached to the saint's body again as he 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 take back this taboo... and 'wrong' knowledge.

"I'm not afraid of it, but I hate it."

The oldest words of creation, if taken out of context, can be turned into blasphemous words that severely damage the believers of the true god.

"However, those thirteen gods have their share of kindness to this world."

While the young man walked forward slowly and calmly, he looked at the boy from a distance.

He made a clear and distant voice: "Listen carefully——

"[If everything is clear, the daughter who has not yet arrived will turn into nothingness, and the night cannot close its eyes. So the night allows itself to be born from the sea of ​​oblivion, and she becomes the mother of the cup, Sibu Li’s appearance.]

"[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 the girl could read all the words in the world; she gave her wisdom to the girl, The girl will be able to see through all the secrets of the world. ~IndoMTL.com~]

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

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

Those should not be words of hatred for 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 and rivers!

That is the biggest secret about the Silent Lady, the Mysterious Lady and the Cup-Holding Lady!

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

The boy did not feel any pain.

His body did not turn into a stone statue like his brother who died for him... but gradually seeped out a river of blood - and finally the blood was like a living thing, sinking into the ground.

There was no bloodied torso, nor any bones. His whole body seemed to have melted... and seemed to have been turned into wine.

"...idiot."

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

Using creation-level mysterious knowledge, even he will feel pain - but he has suffered enough pain to be able to ignore it and continue chanting.

"...[Heaven in the Cup] is a taboo ritual because only here can the secret of the "Cup" be used correctly."