Super Righteous Player
Chapter 640 - 181: The Proxy of the Blood Cup_1

Chapter 640: Chapter 181: The Proxy of the Blood Cup_1

By the time Lin Yiyi realized that this "opponent" would join their team, she already understood... the mission probably wouldn’t require them to lift a finger.

Just like the time they were led by GSD to clear the tower...

The players would just silently clear the highest difficulty of the whole map while the big boss was around.

Have you ever considered GSD’s feelings?

No! You only thought about yourself!

And the scenes of the past seemed to be repeating today...

Splat——

Crimson translucent tentacles, delicate as sharp spears, shot out from the half body of the young man with honey-colored hair. His entire right arm had transformed into a deadly weapon, completely impaling the attacker and nailing the scattered body against the walls of the alley.

Totally different from the form used in "battle" with Jiu’er.

The red spear that Henry Walden’s right arm had morphed into this time had sharp spikes, reminiscent of the fangs of a wild beast.

By the time it had pierced the bodies of the enemies, they had completely lost the ability to struggle.

Rip——

As the sturdy spear quickly softened and the fine, crimson tentacles spread throughout the alley, a sharp tearing sound resounded as they retracted back to Henry, once more transforming into his right arm.

The enemies that were impaled, wrapped up by the arm, shrieked as their bodies emitted creaking noises, crushed by an invisible force, and vanished directly in the torrent made by the sharp maw of the spear.

——As if they were directly consumed by this demonic hand.

Even the blood and flesh in the alley were licked up and swallowed by the unseen force, leaving none behind.

Not even a single drop of blood was left to prove that a fierce battle had taken place here; only the nicks and scratches on the wall remained.

"It always feels like we’re the villains..."

Xitan Pulan complained.

Lin Yiyi shrugged, "No big deal, A-God is the main character after all."

"Are you talking about A-God or A-Uncle?"

"I think they’re pretty much the same. But someone like Mr. Henry is more like A-God."

Lin Yiyi mocked, "These people with surnames starting with A, they all seem like main characters with a villain’s face..."

"What are you talking about?"

Henry Walden came over curiously, his voice light as he asked, "Are you saying I look like a villain?"

His voice and gaze were constantly suffused with a gentleness that was utterly at odds with his nearly cruel combat style.

It was as though it wasn’t his arm transformed into a sharp spear tearing through the enemies’ bodies... but rather, he was gently touching the wings of a butterfly.

"We were just saying, sir, that your combat style is a bit... cool?"

Jiu’er chimed in tentatively from the side, "Right?"

Henry was amused, "Why are you asking me, then?"

"However, Sacrificial Saint..."

Xitan Pulan, in his Spiritual Body form, emitted an echoey, ethereal sound, "Do we not need to keep any prisoners for interrogation?"

When Xitan Pulan posed this question, Henry suddenly revealed a somewhat eerie smile.

At that instant, Simei felt a sudden sweet and sticky presence in the air. He unconsciously touched his face and looked at the back of his hand, realizing there was no grease on his skin, nor blood.

Everyone else seemed oblivious to anything.

The once Knight of the Holy Grail, the Goddess of Cup’s protégée—now known as the Sacrificial Saint, had a downward glance, seemingly imbibing a sense of unclear compassion.

"Unnecessary. Yes, unnecessary," he repeated.

Whether it was various types of wounds covering his body, or his light golden eyes as clear as wine, along with his gentle tone... all seemed to accentuate a harmless and compassionate feeling.

He slowly closed his eyes as if savoring rich wine.

And yet, the words that came from his mouth struck a completely discordant note of danger, "I have kissed their blood, I have tasted their desires..."

As Saint Henry spoke, the wounds on his body suddenly all began to bleed.

"Your Excellency?!"

Lin Yiyi cried out, "Are you injured?"

"——No, he has sensed our arrival," came the reply.

The response was in the voice of a young boy, immature and tender.

The speaker was completely invisible.

Yet the voice seemed to whisper intimately into their ears.

But in stark contrast to that voice, there was reason and wisdom in the words, "Before the blood hunter, no secrets can exist. For ’secrets’ and ’desires’ are intimate sisters..."

"That’s enough,"

Henry Walden said warmly.

As he reopened his eyes, the impression that this "adversary" gave was completely different all at once.

Lin Yiyi and Si Dark Pupil’s pupils instantly contracted—they both felt unmistakably that their hearts were beating abnormally strong, as if palpitating, and the thudding of their heartbeats was even shaking their eardrums to the point of humming.

An intense feeling of fear welled up without reason.

Their knees were trembling slightly... their backs were so tense that the muscles almost snapped, and sweat oozed from their palms.

And they hadn’t even confronted him.

Merely being in the presence of Saint Henry... no, it would be more accurate to say, just getting a whiff of his scent was enough to make their bodies instinctively fear.

... But why didn’t Jiu’er react?

Lin Yiyi looked at Jiu’er with some curiosity.

The excitement and curiosity of expecting to see deities fight managed to dilute the fear somewhat.

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

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

But she received no reply.

"Jiu’er?"

Lin Yiyi suddenly realized something was wrong.

She saw that Jiu’er’s pupils, for some unknown reason, had turned a deep crimson.

She raised her head, staring at the sun... mumbling something under her breath.

"There’s no need to panic, Miss Yiyi,"

Sacrificial Saint said softly, "She is helping me call forth the Goddess of Cup.

"[Sacrificial Flesh] has suppressed my Divine Ability, so I had to find another believer of the Goddess of Cup to help me complete the ritual..."

"...Was it when you attacked Jiu’er?"

Lin Yiyi realized.

Perhaps at that moment, Henry had embedded something into Jiu’er’s skin.

Her brows furrowed tightly, as she resisted the fear in her heart and looked up at the saint, "You..."

"—Shh."

The saint lowered his eyelids, holding a finger in front of his lips.

As a thunderous heartbeat erupted from Jiu’er’s body, the world around them turned a pure crimson in the blink of an eye.

It was not blood that splattered from her body... but the "dome" of the world above had turned into a deep red abyss at some point.

—That was the mouth of the cup.

Lin Yiyi, who had once experienced the "Ceremony: Untouched Heart Sings," immediately recognized it.

"That’s a fine thing indeed..."

"It indeed is a fine thing."

An ancient and exhausted voice that seemed to drain all its energy just by speaking arose, "The blood of the saint... do you plan to give the holy relic to this child?"

Only nine seconds had passed since the last thunderous noise.

A booming sound of thunder came from Jiu’er once more.

It was the sound of a heartbeat magnified hundreds, thousands of times.

Lin Yiyi, with her silver-rank strong body, also felt numb and somewhat powerless against that resounding roar.

Such a level of power would probably be too much for an ordinary person to bear...

...Eh?

Lin Yiyi struggled against the dizziness, looking around.

But at some point, they seemed to have left the small alley from before.

To their side were no longer the walls of buildings.

Instead, they found themselves in a crimson field—

This was a vast red meadow. Each blade of grass seemed to have absorbed the red sunlight, turning a pure and unadulterated red, a deep crimson.

"—The grass, an innate barrier?"

Si Dark Pupil blurted out.