“Restart the party?”

Upon hearing this proposal, Zhong Shenxiu's expression moved: "It's good. At least we can communicate with each other. However... the organizer of the party is not here, only Rose knows the contact information of each of us."

‘Rose’ is Julie’s code name at the party.

At the same time, she is also the organizer recognized by the party members.

Zhong Shenxiu spread her hands, with a helpless expression.

If it were someone else, even if they found their respective contact information, they might not be able to gain trust.

"I know...she will return soon, and there is a revelation in my painting."

Denrick answered so.

"Since that's the case, I agree."

Zhong Shenxiu said casually.

He didn't ask to see the premonition drawing or something.

Because Julie had long said that all the painter's works are abstract, and even the so-called foresight paintings can only be understood by himself.

Even there are a lot of fallacies, and it is not once or twice that the painter has been tricked.

However, occasionally there is a situation of fate, which may be the revelation of fate in the dark.

Although... the ‘painter’ is not a follower of the Ourobosnake of Destiny, Julie likes to understand the problem from the perspective of her own beliefs.

...

Somewhere far away.

Inside a gold rush town.

Cadillian was wearing a black robe and hid in a secret room.

She lay on the ground, her cheek muscles twitching, as if she was enduring extremely severe pain.

In her ear, there seemed to be some kind of murmur that kept drilling into her head, causing blood to flow out of her ears, and the blood vessels on the edge continued to expand and twist...

"The Lord of Defiled and Fallen, Damadha..."

Cadillian kept murmuring: "Forgive me...Forgive me..."

She kept sobbing in a low voice like a poor worm, praying... It took several hours before she could return to normal.

As a servant who has long believed in "Da Morgan", it is normal to occasionally hear whispers full of depravity and filth.

Many servants think that it is just the unconscious soft murmur of Morgan Stanley, a manifestation of the favored person, and they even take the initiative to pursue it.

It is said that some followers have indeed learned the extremely terrifying ritual magic and nameless art from these whispers.

But Cadillian believed that this was the torture given to the servants by Morgan Stanley and was a punishment for their failure!

"I promised to sacrifice the Holy Grail to Morgan...but lost the Holy Grail document...but it doesn't matter."

Cardillian gritted his teeth: "I have been following the members of the Cup-Chasing Order. This time, I will not fail again!"

...

Luojin Mountains.

This place was originally just a rural area in Mesomiya, but three years ago, a gold mine was suddenly discovered.

Gold diggers from all directions flocked to the ground, and a large number of service personnel moved in, forming a small town.

If there is no accident, the prototype of a city may appear after the gold mine is completely mined.

Mining area.

Deep in an abandoned mine cave somewhere.

A strong smell of blood spreads.

The Golden Cup of the Mesli of the Memorial Party was wearing a black robe, holding the sheepskin scroll in his hand, and walking devoutly in the pool of blood.

"My Lord...I offer you a sweet and delicious drink..."

"How can I offer sacrifices to you, the greedy fool who chases gold, the greedy fools of foreign things compare to the throne of food? I use these greedy people as sacrifices..."

"My lord... please give me the Holy Grail!"

He murmured, surrounded by many believers, and came to the deepest part of the mine, before a black rock wall.

This place was originally an abandoned mine. It is said that some terrifying things happened when it was dug here, but the person in charge of the mine did not want to report it, but just abandoned the mine, and then everything was concealed.

"It is enough to open the seal for this sacrifice."

Maxli murmured, took the black pickaxe handed over by his subordinates, aimed at the rock wall, and smashed it hard.

Bang!

Bang bang!

A hole suddenly appeared on the black stone wall.

The viscous and fishy red liquid splashed out, spilling Max's whole body.

It was as if blood was flowing out of these rocks!

"Ha ha……"

Maxli's face was bright red, but he smiled happily, and continued to use force to break the layer of stone outside.

Immediately, he saw a blood-red wine glass embedded in the depths of the rock.

It seems to be cast in metal, with dazzling brilliance reflected on the surface and inlaid with various rubies.

Maxli had an uncontrollable greed and desire in his eyes. He stepped forward and wanted to grab the blood-red wine glass in his hand.

He thought so and did the same.

However, the moment Maxli's finger touched the blood-red wine glass, a sudden change occurred!

Click!

Click!

Cracks appeared on the blood-red wine glass, which then collapsed and turned into scattered metal fragments.

"No!"

Maxli let out a scream of despair at the top of his lungs.

In despair, he did not find that the pieces of wine glass were as spiritual as they pierced into his palms, and accompanied by the blood flowing throughout his body.

"The Holy Grail, the Holy Grail..."

Maxli shouted in despair, and his body suddenly changed.

His hair kept falling, his skin became pale, and sarcoma grew out of his body.

The red blood beads overflowed from every pore of his body, and in just a moment, he turned into a blood-red monster.

"Sir..."

A believer stepped forward and wanted to help Maxli.

But Maxli just waved his hand, and his palms became slender and slender, with blood-red nails popping out.

A sharp sword light flashed, and the churchman was two pieces of his body and head, and a head flew high up and landed on the ground, and his flesh and blood were eaten by the mad Max force.

"Maxli is crazy and turns into a monster!"

"Escape everyone!"

The members of the sect who were originally surrounded by clusters were panicked and scattered, but they did not escape the monster behind them that was acting like the wind and was hunted one by one.

After killing everyone, the monster transformed by Maxli stood in a pool of blood, suddenly roared to the sky, determined a direction, and rushed out.

...

On the hill not far away.

"Have Maxli found the 'Blood Key'?"

The true leader of the Cup-to-Grain, Charles, looked at this scene calmly.

He dressed well and had a scholarly temperament, like an old professor.

But only the Golden Cup behind him knew the horror of this great patriarch!

"Those schools think we don't know the secret of the Holy Grail? Haha... they are outdated long ago. There are so many schools that have fallen, and there are always those who can't keep the secret."

Charsk said happily: "Maysli thought that the previous sacrifice was a ceremony to take out the Holy Grail, but he didn't know that he was the real sacrifice carrying the 'key'! Only by using the greed of hundreds of thousands of people who have accumulated here for gold and his own desire for the Holy Grail can he truly call out the 'Blood Key'!"

"Then...it's time to leave."
Chapter completed!