Chapter 181 The Agent of Blood Cup

When Lin Yiyi realized that this "opposite person" would join her team, she already understood... This mission probably won't require them to do it.

Just like being taken by GSD to brush the tower...

Players will only take advantage of the fact that there are big bosses around, and silently brush the full map of the highest difficulty.

Have you considered how GSD feels?

No! You only think of yourself!

And the scene from the past seems to be reappearing today...

puff-

Scarlet translucent tentacles, like extremely slender spears, protruded from the half body of the honey-colored-haired youth. His entire right arm was turned into an extremely deadly weapon, completely penetrating the attacker's body, strewn and nailed to the walls around the alley.

It is completely different from the form when the same wine "fight".

The red spear transformed from Henry Worden's right arm, this time with sharp thorns reminiscent of the fangs of a beast.

When they penetrated the enemy's body, they completely lost their ability to struggle.

stab-

As the hard spear became soft in an instant, the slender red spears that spread all over the alley quickly softened, making a sharp grinding sound of stabbing, and retracted back to Henry's side, and transformed into his right arm again.

And the enemies who were penetrated were also pulled back by the right arm in the screams. Their bodies made a creaking acid sound, compressed and crushed by an invisible force, and disappeared directly into the sharp torrent of red spears.

——It was like being eaten directly by this magic hand.

Even the blood and minced meat in the alley were licked and engulfed by invisible forces, and there was nothing left.

Not to mention a corpse, not even a drop of blood was left.

Only the nails and scratches on the walls can prove that a fierce battle has taken place here before.

"It always feels like we are the villains here..."

Citalopram complained.

Lin Yiyi on the side shrugged: "It's not a big problem, Brother A is also the protagonist."

"Are you talking about Brother A or Uncle A?"

"I think it's about the same. But I think it's obviously Brother A who is similar to Mr. Henry."

Lin Yiyi complained: "These people with the surname A, I feel that they are all protagonists with a villain face..."

"what are you guys saying?"

Henry Worden approached curiously and asked in a light tone, "Are you saying that I look like a villain?"

His voice and eyes were filled with tenderness that was completely inconsistent with his almost brutal fighting style.

It was as if he didn't use the sharp spear that his right arm turned into to tear apart the body of the enemy... but gently touched the wings of a butterfly.

"Let's just say, sir, your fighting style is a little...cool?"

Jiu'er was on the side and tentatively replied, "Really?"

Instead, Henry was amused: "Why are you asking me instead?"

"However, saint..."

Citalopram, in the form of a spirit body, made an ethereal voice with echoes: "Don't we need to leave a living mouth for torture?"

When asked this question by citalopram,

Henry suddenly showed a somewhat strange smile.

At that moment, Si Anke noticed that a sweet texture suddenly appeared in the air. He subconsciously touched his face and looked at the back of his hand, only to realize that there was no oil or blood on his face.

Others seem to notice nothing.

The former Holy Grail Knight, the goddaughter of the cup-wielding woman—the current sacrificial saint, lowered her gaze and seemed to have a vague sense of compassion.

"No need. Yes, no need."

he repeated.

Whether it is the various types of wounds all over his body, or his eyes that are as clear as light golden wine, and his gentle tone... all emphasize a harmless and compassionate feeling.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if tasting a mellow wine.

And the words he uttered gave people a completely incongruous sense of danger: "I have kissed their blood, I have tasted their desire..."

Following Saint Henry’s words, all the wounds on his body suddenly began to bleed.

"Your Mightiness?!"

Lin Yiyi exclaimed, "Are you injured?"

"—No, he sensed our arrival."

The one who responded was a boy's immature voice.

The person speaking can't see it at all.

But the voice seemed to be close enough to whisper softly in the ear.

But the opposite of this voice is the reason and wisdom in these words: "In front of the blood hunter, all secrets will not exist. Because 'secret' and 'desire' are a pair of close sisters..."

"That's it for now."

Henry said warmly.

As he opened his eyes again, the feeling of this "opposite of himself" was completely different.

The pupils of Lin Yiyi and Si Anke suddenly shrank—they both felt it very clearly, their hearts were beating extremely powerfully like heart palpitations, and the thumping heartbeat even shook to the extent of humming in the eardrums.

A strong sense of fear surged into my heart for no reason.

His knees were shaking slightly... His back was so tense that his tendons were about to break, and sweat was oozing from his palms.

Not even confronting him.

Just exist by Saint Henry's side... No, it should be said that the smell of his body made the body so instinctively afraid.

...But why, Jiu'er didn't respond?

Lin Yiyi looked at Jiu'er curiously.

Looking forward to seeing the excitement and curiosity of the immortals fighting in the future, this fear was barely diluted.

She endured the strong discomfort in her heart and sent a private message to Jiu'er:

"—How are you feeling now, is there anything uncomfortable?"

However, got no response.

"Wine?"

Lin Yiyi suddenly realized something was wrong.

I saw Jiu'er's pupils, and I don't know when they turned into scarlet.

She raised her head and stared at the sun... she was muttering something in a low voice.

"Don't panic, Miss Yiyi."

The "Saint of Sacrifice" said softly, "She is helping me call the cup-bearer.

"[The Flesh of Sacrifice] suppresses my magical ability, so I can only find another believer who holds a cup to help me complete the ritual..."

"...At the time of attacking Jiu'er?"

Lin Yiyi realized it.

I am afraid that at that time, Henry buried something under the skin of Jiu'er.

She frowned suddenly, holding back the fear in her heart, raised her head and looked directly at the saint: "You..."

"—shush."

The saint's eyes were lowered, and he put his hand in front of his lips.

As the thunderous heartbeat sounded on Jiu'er, the surrounding world was dyed pure scarlet in the blink of an eye.

It wasn't that blood spattered from her...it was the "dome" of the earthly world that turned into a dark red abyss at some point.

- That's the mouth of the cup.

Lin Yiyi, who had experienced "Ritual: Your Heart Sings without Touching", immediately recognized it.

"That's good stuff..."

"That's really good stuff."

An extremely old voice sounded, as if he had exhausted his strength just by speaking: "The blood of the saint... Do you want to give the holy skeleton to this child?"

Only nine seconds had passed since the last explosion of thunder.

There was another roar of thunder on Jiu'er.

It was a heartbeat that was amplified hundreds of thousands of times.

Lin Yiyi's strong silver-ranked body, in front of the roaring loud noise, was also shaken to the point of numbness and some strength.

With this level of power, passers-by are afraid that they will not be...

……what?

Lin Yiyi endured the dizziness and looked around.

But they didn't know when, they seemed to have left from the previous alley.

The side is no longer the wall of the building.

But in the scarlet field—

This is a scarlet prairie. Every blade of grass seemed to have been saturated with the scarlet sunlight and turned into an extremely pure red and deep red.

"—Grass, inherent enchantment?"

The four secretly blurted out.