The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 155 Ch.154 Blood of Heaven

As the blood mist in the cellar grew thicker, Roland heard the sound of a stream in his ears.

The ground became muddy.

The air was filled with a sweet smell.

It was different from anything Roland had tasted before.

Plump and juicy. Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

With a light poke of the teeth, the shell could be pried open, and the mouth was filled with honey.

It might be the smell of barbecue, light mint, mellow red wine or greasy cream...

It was everything one could imagine.

Roland knelt on the ground, as if he had returned to the darkest and most magical days - the blood and stench that filled his nose, the woman who was in pain but never wailed, the spreading death, a dark world...

The cellar turned into a crimson swamp.

The spring water gurgled.

The abandoned bones and rotten meat gurgled.

The stomach gurgled.

The extremely thirsty soul gurgled.

The carefully prepared secret water might be served to the princess.

Or it might be poured into the gutter.

They don't need results, just the process of pain and pleasure.

"The sparkling red is poured into the cup, and we suck its tongue."

"The blood fountain overflows."

"This trip is fruitful."

The blood in the swamp is boiling.

When the woman opened her arms and called out loudly: she was like a fallen saint bathing in blood, waiting for her devout believers to respond.

Everywhere Roland looked was red.

The red was flowing.

"The bones and skin are crispy!"

She said.

"Enjoy it!"

She shouted.

The walls around the cellar peeled off and were wrapped in sticky scarlet.

At this moment, they seemed to be in an organ that was slowly wriggling.

"Guest, is the food not to your taste?"

Roland was still discovered.

The blood-colored veil surrounding him was too thin.

The maid moved lightly with lotus steps, and her manners were elegant-if you didn't look at her mouth chewing the internal organs.

"Let me see, what do you have..."

I can't let her check, otherwise, she will find that I didn't touch the 'food' at all.

Roland resisted the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and jumped up like lightning, hugged the maid's neck and pulled her into his arms.

He pressed his forehead against hers.

-From a distance, it looked like two people hugging and about to kiss.

'But I'm not hungry at all, miss.'

Roland's golden eyes deepened, and a trace of red like a cat's pupil loomed. His 'fat face' covered with blood gradually peeled off and melted in the maid's sight.

Revealing half of the real hideousness.

The maid's pupils expanded rapidly in an instant--!

Then, the sharp tip of the knife drilled into her chin.

Roland hugged her with all his strength, feeling her pushing, struggling and twitching.

'It won't hurt too much. After all, pain is a gift to you.'

Roland pushed very slowly.

He twisted the handle a little bit, controlling the blade to rotate, tilting slightly backward along the chin, and piercing deeply into the back of the head.

Stirring.

The maid's limbs gradually drooped down. After losing support, she relied entirely on Roland's strength to stand.

Her "secret" was like a rat with its tail cut off, and soon disappeared.

Dong.

Roland hugged her and half leaned on the wooden barrel rack.

The blood dripping from his chin dyed his front red.

"Kratov."

He called Shandel's name softly.

His brain became more and more confused, and the white flames blooming in his sight were about to go out.

He would soon become a blind man again and return to the darkness.

This made Roland feel a great fear in his heart.

"I can't hold on any longer."

Roland pulled out the dagger, wiped it back and forth on the maid's body twice, and put it back into the sheath.

Lifted up the clothes and touched the cold handle.

"I will shoot and lead the cultists away to buy time for you. If this continues, I'm afraid I will become their pawn..."

Roland knew that the 'skin' made by Crow for himself was melting, he could feel it.

Then he couldn't wait any longer.

Click.

Load the gun.

"Roland."

A weak voice came from behind the wooden rack.

"Kratov?"

"Squat, squat..." Shandel said intermittently. "Hold... be careful..."

Roland took a deep breath.

Put down the maid.

Pick up the 'food' on the ground.

Then, squat at the 'hole' where Shandel had just crawled through, holding the wooden rack firmly with one hand.

An invisible wave passed through the entire cellar.

This undoubtedly attracted the attention of the woman who was kissing the internal organs.

Like a frightened animal, she suddenly raised her bloody head from the food's belly, her eyes red, and roared fiercely in Roland's direction:

"Ji Yang! Holy Cross!"

The beast roar that sounded like a human but not a human seemed to give orders to the servants.

They were like the puppets in Tallis Collins' house, all turning their heads towards Roland!

"Kill them!!"

Crack...Crack...

Roland heard the faint sound of wooden boards breaking.

Right above his head.

Beside his ears.

Roland quickly cut open his stomach with a dagger, tore open the clothes stuffed inside, hugged the woman tightly in his arms, and lowered his head.

To curl himself up even more.

With his other hand, he grabbed the wooden frame behind him.

The next second.

He heard a violent explosion!

Bang——!

The wine barrels on the wooden frame exploded one by one!

The red wine poured out like an irresistible mountain torrent!

"The blood of heaven."

Across the wooden frame.

Xander Kratof slumped against the wall.

Her left hand was hanging down on her leg. There was a wound that was deep into the bone and still stained with blood - the bright red blood started from her forearm and snaked to the entire wine rack.

The strange thing is that the blood is mixed with some substance that shines like stars, making the wine sparkling.

"Heavenly Blood."

Xander's eyes were dark.

Her eyes passed through the wooden frame, and the sprayed wine also passed through the wooden frame; she stared closely at the women in the field with their guns drawn, so the wine surrounded them and became a huge whirlpool!

Red, the storm that brings the stars!

A torrent that drowns and swallows everything!

A sky-covering tsunami wrapped in broken stars and fire dust!

"Holy Cross!"

"This is the method of the incinerator!!"

Ms. Jasmine's facial skin peeled off, revealing a face riddled with holes: half of her nose was missing, and her cheeks were covered with dense holes.

"This is not the method of the Incinerator, the ignorant skin-changer."

Xander coughed a few times, and a vicious smile appeared on his pale lips: "Have you ever seen the iron in the forge?"

The wine that was supposed to be cold suddenly became scalding hot!

They were overwhelming, splashing on the cultists' skin, making a frowning scorching sound, and evaporating a sour white mist.

The vortex grew higher and higher, spinning faster and faster.

It kept shrinking, swallowing up the remaining servants, guests and Ms. Jasmine!

Roland was drenched in wine.

White smoke came out of his arms.

The sleeping woman looked distressed.

Her fingers began to twitch, her skin melted, and her eyeballs became dehydrated.

In the blood-like wine, the mottled starlight corroded her, eating her up bit by bit.

Just a few breaths.

There was only one white skeleton left in Roland's arms that was full of holes, like a recorder.

The crisp instrument broke into pieces with just a light touch from Roland.

Blood of Heaven.

The great ritual mastered by Xander Kratof, the former candidate for the Holy Maiden.

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"Name: Blood of Heaven"

"Principle: Mercy"

"Type: Grand Ceremony"

"Ritual: Holy Blood/Consecrated Wine/Lifespan/Consecrated Prayer/First Teeth"

"Prayer: Brief"

"'I came from the light and drank from evil spirits.'"

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"Principles: Pleasure/hunger and thirst/fertility/flesh/pain"

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"Red Road"

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"One Ring: Heartthrob"

"Condensation: Your every move will become full of temptation. When you open the door of flesh and blood, your appearance will never bother you."

"Preference: Proficient in anatomical knowledge."

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"Second Ring: Skin Changer"

"Skin-bag facecloths: you can use knowledge to replace your own skin - collecting them is a time-consuming and long-term task. You need enough patience, enough caution... and enough love."

"Physique: Physical fitness has been slightly improved."

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"※It is not the flesh that betrays the soul."