The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 154 Ch.153 Feast of Flesh and Blood

Roland has never seen a scene more crazy than this.

After he took the opportunity to drink a portion of the holy water, the white lines in his eyes steadily outlined the tragic situation in the cellar.

A group of hyenas gnawed on the carcass of a wild cat lying on the roadside.

That's the scene.

Of course, some guests were more polite, such as the elderly Mr. Benevento: he asked for a tablecloth, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and lightly sliced ​​it with a rusty knife.

And some are downright rude.

For example, Miss Judy.

She bites with her teeth, snaps with her nails, and sucks with her mouth.

When the banquet began, traces of crimson blood mist began to fill and expand in the space, gradually covering these insatiable, eternally hungry and thirsty creatures.

Roland subconsciously grabbed the empty Xander, pulled her hand with all his strength, and pulled her to the side against the barrel wall—the altar farthest from everyone.

Then, give her a dose of holy water.

The power of the extreme Yang blows away the pollution of the negative.

The lake blue eyes quickly regained their clarity.

"But only for a few minutes."

Xander leaned down, pretending to sniff the 'corpse' face, pulled Roland to bend over, and said quickly in a low voice: "As the ritual becomes stronger and stronger, the holy water will lose its effect."

"This is the great ceremony: the "Feast of Flesh." "

Her voice was broken, trying to suppress the impulse rising in her heart.

"Listen to me, Roland."

Xander looked so serious for the first time.

She lay on the 'corpse', turned her head, and looked at Roland quietly.

"I need to complete a big ritual to destroy these cultists - or at least make them lose their power. But I have to stay awake while the ritual is going on."

She didn't say what she wanted Roland to do, but she said everything.

Next, it was Roland's turn to make a choice.

Believe her and give her the remaining holy water.

Then, leave your life to fate.

Or, keep some of it…

Keep at least two of them, waiting for Enid to arrive.

Perhaps, seeing that the situation is not good, Xander will use the strange objects he carries - then they can escape.

stay awake.

Maintain your pretense.

still…

Leave your fate to Xander Kratof, wait for yourself to fall into this viscosity, tear open your clothes, and eat flesh and blood...

Do you believe her?

"What are you going to do?" Roland lowered his eyes and asked softly.

"I can confirm now that this cultist is definitely not above the third ring...maybe only the second ring." Xiandel forced a smile and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Look around you..."

It is surrounded by crossed wooden frames.

And, a ‘wall’ composed of huge wine barrels.

"... A truly 'sighted' cultist will never hold evil rituals in a place full of red wine." Xander tilted his slightly upturned nose, with a sarcastic look in his eyes: "It is indeed red wine. Unscrupulous cultists. …”

wine?

What is red wine good for?

“This is the great ceremony of the Path of Compassion. Xander whispered:

"...Although these red wines are not as good as those stored by the church. They have been 'sanctified' for decades and are like a torrent of flames - but my blood also meets the conditions for sanctification. I can pay a certain price and in a short period of time, let They possess the power of the Sun..."

"Don't forget, I was once a candidate for a saint - if you know what this means, you should sigh at Ms. Jasmine's 'lucky' and ignorance..."

"Roland, do you believe me?"

She said this and closed her mouth.

Looking at Roland quietly.

The black-haired young man thought for a moment, slowly raised his head, and blinked his honey-colored eyes: "...I hope I won't drown."

The two people passed on the remaining five pieces of holy water by hugging and fighting for the 'corpse'.

"I told you before that you should try to drink some wine."

Xander tightened his grip on the glass tube and looked at Roland a little deeper.

Thanks…

Put your life in the hands of a vicious sinner.

"Send me to the barrel, Roland. We have to find a way..."

Roland tapped the stone slab lightly.

Diffuse lines blew across the cellar like sparks.

The zombie-like guests are concentrating on eating, while the maids are assisting them.

"It's difficult. Once we move too much, it attracts attention."

Xander thought for a moment and narrowed his eyes: "...Hit me."

"What?"

"Like you did in the garden." The girl turned her face sideways, with an incomprehensible look under her thick, curled eyelashes. She exposed one side to Roland: "Hit me harder...harder."

The blue lake is full.

"Hit me."

"Slap me hard in the face... Roland."

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, as if it had become sticky.

Roland wasted no more time, waved his arms and gave her a slap.

Snapped--!

The loud and clear voice attracted the attention of many servants.

But Xander didn't give them time to react. He grabbed the wrist and hair of 'Food' and headed towards the barrel rack.

She was practically dragging the 'meal' with her.

"Don't even think about robbing me of my delicious meal!"

"Brother...I haven't had enough...I can never have enough..."

Xander shook his head vigorously and gently tore the woman's skin with his teeth, acting like a madman.

Roland understood, rushed up and slapped her again, and then began to compete with her for 'food'.

He was like an unstable ellipsoid, easily pushed down by his sister.

So, he struggled to get up, chased, robbed, and pushed down. Get up, chased, robbed, and pushed down.

"Continue."

Snap!

"Continue."

Snap!

Until she didn't need to say anything, the bright red blood mist poured into Roland's mind.

Roland hit harder and harder.

Snap!

Snap! Snap!

After several consecutive times, they came to the huge wine rack that was two or three people high.

"Wait for me, Roland."

Shandel's eyes were full of water. While the servants were serving the guests, he curled up and drilled through an empty hole in the rack.

He drilled to the back of the 'barrel rack wall'.

Roland was the only one left.

Some strong addiction made him tremble uncontrollably.

He bit his tongue hard, trying to let the pain dispel the confusion.

But it seemed to have the opposite effect.

"You have to do something."

-

What... what...?

"Look around you, and then look at yourself."

Around each altar and each 'delicacy', blood mist continued to spread.

However, the mist around Roland was pitifully thin.

"The feast of flesh and blood, as the name suggests."

"If the food is not eaten, torn, or sucked, it does not conform to the rules of the ceremony."

"Neither it nor you can provide power for the feast."

"You are not welcome."

Eat...

Roland knelt on the ground with his knees, looking at the 'food' sleeping with his eyes closed.

She was considered beautiful, but there was a finger-long and wide scar on her neck, probably from a burn.

She had long brown hair and a small face.

"Roland, you don't have much time."

"I can't give you more protection..."

"Next, rely on yourself."

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Wrench.

"You believe in me."

"You should also believe in your partner."

"You want a family. Then, start with 'belief'."

Roland was quiet for a moment, lowered his head, carefully held the wrist of the 'food', and gently cut it with a rusty iron knife.

Suddenly, he found that the two iron rings on his fingers had melted silently like softened ice rings without him noticing.

He didn't notice it.

When did this happen?

...

"Name: Sword of Judgment (I)"

"Principle: Judgment"

"Type: Grand Ceremony"

"Ritual: Blood of Other Species/Spiritual Wail/Sinner's Confession/Vile Ceremony/Power of Clang"

"Prayer: Omitted"

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"Completed: Vile Ceremony"

"Completed: Sinner's Confession"

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"The remaining three: Blood of Other Species/Spiritual Wail/Power of Clang"

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