The Righteous Player(s)

Except for the five people standing here.

　　 There are two other people standing far away.

　　 Standing in front is a cute boy who looks only seven or eight years old. He has tan silky hair, white and tender to the extent that it seems to be permeated with the fragrance of milk, as if he has never been in the sun, reminiscent of a doll. He was wearing a formal dress with a bow tie.

　　 Behind him is an old man crouching.

　　 He looks very old-not the grandfather of the boy, but the degree of a great-grandfather. The old man seemed to be half-legged into the grave... as if he would never stand up if he fell down. It wouldn't be strange to die at any time.

　　 And what they have in common is that they all wear fully shielded gloves... and their pupils are the same bright red.

　　——It is a scarlet that is very similar to the wine at the moment.

　　 "Your Excellency Barney, and your Excellency Jacob."

　　 The saint’s words were mild, and he nodded politely: "Meeting for the first time."

　　...This is the so-called "brother" of the blood hand?

　　 Lin Yiyi was suddenly startled.

　　 Are these real brothers?

　　 Such a huge age difference makes people feel that something is wrong even for grandparents.

　　——Because even grandparents should not be so different in age.

　　 At the same time as the voice of "the one opposed to oneself" fell.

　　 Jiu'er evoked a loud thunderous noise again.

　　 The first thunder evokes [The Mouth of the Blood Cup].

　　 The second thunder blasted them to this scarlet alien world.

　　 At the same time as the third thunder sounded.

　　 The dark red sun in the sky began to drip blood.

　　 is a very thin bunch at first, and then it starts to thicken soon. At this moment, the dark red "sun" was like a slanted bottle mouth, continuously downward...or in other words, something gushing inward.

　　 After this, Jiu'er's heart did not make a thunderous sound.

　　 She just raised her head and stared at the huge black sun in the sky. The eyes are hollow and dark red, as if [The Mouth of a Cup] is reflected in the bottom of her pupils.

　　 If you look carefully, the scarlet grassland where they are at the moment is not large.

　　 is roughly the size of two football fields.

　　 The dark red "blood" that flows down does not seem to be much from a distance, but it falls on the ground like a waterfall, falling violently and splashing blood mixed with white foam.

　　 The viscous, citrus-flavored plasma quickly submerged on the ground.

　　 And the saint’s feet seemed to grow on the ground—he was motionless, and the blood that fell was flowing to him.

　　 "[Forbidden Ritual: Sky in the Cup]...It's you, Miss Warden."

　　 The immature boy didn't panic when he saw it. He just chuckled, "It's the same technique. I'm a little scared."

　　 "But didn't you guys come here on the initiative?"

　　 Henry Warden didn't do it directly either, but across a river of blood, he had a friendly conversation with the two "brothers" opposite, the old and the young.

　　 But his speech is not so friendly: "If you are afraid, shouldn't you yell your pants while calling mother, should the two brothers hug their heads?"

　　 "It doesn't make much sense to run away in front of you. After all, you are a monster who can steal all the desires of the other person by eating one person..."

　　 The boy looked at the devastated saint leisurely, and his tone became vicious: "I don't know what you are now...how much of yourself are you?"

　　 "One thousand percent is my own."

　　 The saint answered without any hesitation.

　　 As the blood soaked the earth, he no longer had any hesitation.

　　 He didn't even raise his hand--

　　 In an instant, it was like the whole world came to life.

　　 Countless thorny vines sprang out from the blood that was in contact with the saint's feet, spreading across the sky to the two opposite people.

　　 When those vines approached them, half turned into sharp spears. The rest approached from all directions, as if to grab them in their hands.

　　 The blood at the feet of the Blood Hand Brothers grabbed their legs and feet like water ghosts, and clung to their legs.

　　Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom bomb

　　 Although they looked like soft and slender vines, when they turned into sharp guns and shot away, they made a thunderous roar.

　　 are hundreds of meters apart, but the ground is still rumbling and shaking.

　　 Lin Yiyi finally understood why the saint throws the enemy so far...

　　 Otherwise, they may be affected by AOE alone.

　　 "Give me your life, Barney!"

　　 The boy made a tender and sharp voice.

　　 The old man just nodded in surrender, without thinking that there was any problem: "No problem, brother..."

　　 Then, the rain of the red gun fell.

　　 The ground was bombarded and collapsed, and visible cracks emerged from all directions. The ground was up and down like a floating island, and the cracks were filled with bleeding springs.

　　 And Brother Bloodhand, at this moment, he was overwhelmed by the continuous bombardment.

　　——Is the younger brother the older one?

　　 Lin Yiyi squatted on the ground while holding her head, while thinking like this in her mind.

　　 She originally thought that she might be able to go up and help... But when she saw the first move of the start, she realized it.

　　-I may not be worthy of it.

　　 As if the whole world had come to life.

　　 Fountain-like plasma burst out from the depths of the earth.

　　A waterfall of blood falls from the sky.

　　 And all this blood is under the control of Henry Warden-it can be transformed into any shape at will.

　　 The scene where the 100,000 javelins are released is just a prologue.

　　 This is enough to smash them into a smashing attack, but it is just a test for the Bloodhand Brothers.

　　 A certain unknowable and invisible power forcibly tore the rain of the Red Spear from the middle-and only then did they finally see the attitude of the Blood Hand Brothers.

　　 also learned what they said before, "give me your life".

　　They are really golden fallen ones-and this means complete demonicization.

　　 I saw a few tentacles sticking out of the boy's neck, digging into the seven orifices of the old man behind him. And the boy's red-lighted eyes became brighter and brighter.

　　 Following him stretched out his right hand to the saint.

　　 Countless hands of air appeared in the sky.

　　 Some are as immature as a child, some are as old as an old man; some look like a man's hand, rough and powerful, and some are white and slender like a woman. It is precisely because of the surging river of blood that the hands composed of these air have become clearly visible.

　　 With just one glance, Citalopram can see the curse and resentment contained in those "blood hands".

　　——That is the "hand" taken after being killed by the Blood Hand Brothers.

Yes it is.

　　 Their aberrations are not "blood"...but "hands".

　　 The ability to take away the "hand" of the person he killed...and use any medium to reproduce and control it.

　　 Without warning, the ground under the saint’s feet cracked.

　　 The hands that the soil turned into clenched his legs tightly-just as the saints did to them. And the hand that the air turned into, like steel, clamped the saint's neck and snapped it off in the blink of an eye.

　　 However, the saint didn’t care about his injuries.

　　 He didn't even care about the broken neck and the calf crushed by the hand of sand.

　　 It would be better to say... At the same time he was injured, the world suddenly flew into a rage.

　　 The movement speed of the countless blood suddenly increased several times-it was like driving three times the speed. The sudden acceleration without warning caused the re-liquid to break through the line of defense of the invisible hand.

　　 Then they immediately surged, gathering high like waves.

　　 patted it from top to bottom-and the hands of the air were like prayers, standing right in front of the waves, trying to split them from the middle.

　　 The blood wave was directly cut in half~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But when it fell to both sides, countless sharp spears were protruding from it. Like an ancient instrument of torture, it will smash the enemy from the inside--

　　 At the moment of approaching the enemy, like closed sharp teeth, suddenly merged and bit the two in the middle!

　　 In the blink of an eye, the saint firmly grasped the victory with one enemy and two.

　　 This is a battle that completely surpasses the imagination of players.

　　 They understand.

　　Why are the saints called "monsters".

　　 That is not a collection of weapons.

　　 Instead, it grows as one wants, and is specially designed to target enemies, invincible monsters... No head, no limbs, no bones, no internal organs. That is "free growth" beyond common sense.

　　 It can be what it is as convenient as it is-as long as the volume increases, it will eventually become a "phenomenon" that cannot be eliminated like a hurricane or a tsunami.

　　——This is the sacred bones, the mighty power of [Sacrifice Flesh].

　　 This is not so much a sacred power... it is more a cursed power.

　　 Lin Yiyi finally knew why the saint would let the wine use the taboo ritual and summon them to the realm of "the sky in the cup".

　　 If this river of blood is outside, I am afraid that eventually the entire city will be stirred in and become part of the river of blood.

　　If one day, the desert could be alive and come alive... it would probably be like this.