Byron City, sowhere in an abandoned factory.
A man in his thirties, handso, dressed in a pitch-black evening suit as if he were going to a banquet, adjusted his glasses and looked at the pure white sun in the sky.
"Has it already started? Richardson, Charles...you want to lure away and occupy the Holy Grail by yourselves? Impossible..."
"The ritual still needs ti to brew, and that’s why I am playing this ga with you...hehe, you’ve found an opponent, but am I not one too? How could soone who took the key from the Glutton be simple?"
He muttered to himself, seemingly unbothered by the encirclent nearby.
"’Gourt’ Sanier!"
From among the attackers, Brown Bishop from the Si Sui Cathedral stepped forward, righteously saying, "You must be judged for the nurous cris you’ve committed."
"You do not understand; eating is an art... just like the hundreds of thousands involved in this ritual..."
Sanier’s face twisted with insanity: "The Flesh and Bone Ritual has begun, all ordinary people in Byron City are offerings to the god... They will beco tireless beasts driven by hunger, wildly attacking each other. This is the ’Cannibalistic Phase’, and once they have exterminated their kin nearby and no other food is left, they will enter the even more insane ’Auto-Cannibalistic Phase’... Such offerings, filled with impurity, madness, bloodthirst... My lord will find supre pleasure in this!"
Brown frowned, knowing that the other man was right.
At this mont, Byron City had essentially beco a divine dining plate.
Ordinary people who couldn’t resist this influence were the purest offerings!
However, even though he knew they had fallen into a trap, they couldn’t easily leave, because after all, the ’Gourt’ was a federally wanted criminal!
Sanier, watching those who surrounded him, beca extrely excited: "Hunting and being hunted is an eternal law of nature... I thank you! I thank you for providing with food! I will eat you with great gratitude."
"As expected, the Gourt is truly a madman!"
Brown’s expression was solemn as he felt an increasing pressure in the void.
It was a spiritual pressure from the ’Perfect Ones’, the higher the mystic’s level, the more terrifying it felt.
Bang!
Finally, an investigator from the Special Affairs Bureau could no longer hold back and fired the first shot.
The bullet landed on Sanier’s body but was deflected by an invisible barrier.
The next mont, Sanier’s figure blurred into an afterimage.
Bang, bang!
Nurous intersecting lines of fire engulfed his form, but just as Sanier was about to be pierced like a honeycomb, his entire being turned into a phantom, unhard through the barrage of bullets, reaching an investigator.
By now, Sanier had transford into a small giant, three ters tall, with devil-like goat horns and long, sharp fingernails.
He simply grabbed a prey, stuffed it into his mouth, causing blood mixed with flesh and bone fragnts to fall.
"Thanks for the al!"
The monstrous being that Sanier had transford into bowed politely in gratitude, his figure again fading into nothingness amidst the many attacks.
The body of a ’Perfect One’ could freely shift between physical and spiritual states, already immune to most mundane firearms.
But clearly, he was not just limited by this.
If the Special Affairs Bureau knew to capture the ’Gourt’, they must have equipped their operatives with spiritual bullets, yet even so, they were still unable to penetrate his phantom form.
Obviously, this was a very special Bloodline Power!
"God says...my arrival in this world is to endure suffering..."
At that mont, an old Caucasian man standing beside Brown Bishop, who had been unnoticed, slowly spoke up.
He wore a tattered robe and was barefoot, resembling a hermit.
The bishop of the Seven Difficulties Church from Byron—Martin!
As Martin chanted incantations, he pulled out small silver ritualistic knives and started piercing them into himself.
Phu!
When the first knife landed on Martin’s shoulder, Sanier’s demonic form similarly jerked, and its movents abruptly slowed.
Seeing this, Martin’s expression remained unchanged, and he inserted two knives into his left and right thighs.
Sanier roared, his movent speed suddenly decreased significantly.
Brown saw this scene and extended his right hand from beneath his clergy robe.
On his right hand was a uniquely designed revolver.
"In the na of Si Sui!"
Brown praised and fiercely fired five shots.
Sanier suddenly felt his "ti sense" disturbed, muddled into chaos.
Before he could react, five huge bloody holes were pierced through the massive demonic body.
With the gun of a magical artifact level firing spiritual bullets, combined with Brown’s special abilities, it was enough to inflict heavy damage on the gourt’s body!
Byron City, suburbs.
"The sixth ti, the Wars of the Blood Cup..."
Sara looked at this scene, sowhat emotional.
At this mont, she was standing respectfully behind a person dressed in black.
"This ti, the Holy Grail and the longevity blood will surely belong to our Holy Blood School!"
The leader of the Holy Blood School smiled, "Other schools have declined already, only our school is the most prosperous... Gourt Sanier, Old Flayer Richardson, and Holy Grail Charles... The only opponents we need to be wary of are these three, among whom Sanier is already under siege..."
Sara’s lips moved, as if she wanted to say sothing.
She felt as if she had forgotten sothing important but couldn’t rember what it was...
Above the remnants of Whisperer Bar.
Zhong Shenxiu looked up, gazing at the pure white sun, feeling its similarity to the pure white wilderness.
’So this ritual partly relies on borrowing power from the pure white wilderness?’
As one of the eternal Dao Marks of the Spirit Realm, many rituals directing towards them was not surprising.
Even many occult scholars believed that these six Dao Marks were miracles, wonders of the Spirit Realm, and even comparable to those great existences!
’Of course, that’s just the beginning... The ritual’s power will scorch all the souls that are radiated, making it extrely dangerous for ordinary people who have not passed through the Dark Gate...’
However, he was not too worried.
Julie and the others from the bar were casually protected by him, and his family and subordinates all had his protective power.
This ritual, after all, only borrowed a hint of the power of the pure white wilderness, not subjecting everyone to pass through it!
"Do you feel it? The joy of my lord?"
Charles Krar said, surrounded by monster figures transford from mbers of the Chasing Cup Sect.
"Trash should be swept into the garbage heap."
Zhong Shenxiu gently touched the rune on the arm transford from the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent.
Dozens of snow-white feathers shot out, piercing the bodies of those monstrous fleshy creatures.
Most of these ugly creatures, transford servants of the Master of Black Blood, trembled slightly, unaffected, while others convulsed and fell dead.
"Instant death effect? Quite a nice Bloodline Power."
Richardson grabbed a feather, allowing it to invade his body, and crazily laughed, "Too bad... It’s still far from enough to deal with us ’Perfected beings!’"
"Is that so?"
Zhong Shenxiu slightly lifted his arm, and in mid-air, the phantom of a Three-eyed Feathered Serpent suddenly materialized, vibrating its wings.
The sky full of white feathers, like falling snow, drifted down!
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