In the Spring Festival Palace, Xiao Hongdou had already packed up his things, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and was full of joy.

One more night, tomorrow, tomorrow will be able to see Daddy again.

The palace walls are like shackles, if it weren't for the emperor's grace, how could she expect herself to taste freedom so quickly?

Thinking like this, the other sisters who chatter on weekdays have become much cuter in her eyes, even the Mi Niangniang who has a straight face all day long, it doesn't look so scary.

"That's nice—"

She showed a hint of a smile, her heart was uncontrollable excitement, and she raised her hand and gently stroked the jade pendant on her chest.

Tomorrow, I will be able to go out of the palace to accompany my father, and when the time comes, I must tell him about His Royal Highness finding this jade pendant for himself.

"Maybe ......"

"No, what are you thinking, do your job!"

I don't know what Xiao Hongdou thought, and his face suddenly turned slightly red.

"It's better to rest early, and I'll be more energetic tomorrow."

Thinking so, she planned to change her clothes and go to bed, but before she could change her clothes, she had just cleaned her face, when a sharp knock on the door suddenly sounded behind her:

"Sister! Your Highness urgently summons, call your name! ”

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Earlier, the Principality of Western Asia, the Cathedral of the Diocese of Tharis.

Grand Duke Tilda stood in front of the first fuselage, holding the Holy Grail in his right hand, and gently stretched out his left hand to support Egawa's chin.

His head was tilted up, and the cold rim of the cup was pressed against his lips.

"How do you feel a little unhygienic......"

Han Dongwen sneered, the holy water in this sacrament ceremony is not only to be sprinkled on the forehead, everyone also has to take a sip on this holy grail, The first few people have already drunk a round, leaving himself and Porta in the last place.

Isn't this equivalent to tasting someone else's saliva in disguise, phew!

But this is also what Grand Duke Tilda personally put into his mouth, the user experience is not good, Han Dongwen is not sure whether he can't bear it, or is quietly secret.

Just as he was thinking, the cold liquid of the Holy Grail slid into his throat.

Hot!

This liquid was so spicy, Han Dongwen thought it was water, and he was choked and coughed violently!

"Ahem, ahem, ahem! Damn, what kind of wine—"

He took two steps back, raised his head and was about to curse, when suddenly the entire walls of the cathedral suddenly twisted in the midst of his choked tears.

Like melting wax, the walls began to melt and drip, the faces of the people in front of him began to blur, and a feeling of turning the river and the sea suddenly filled his stomach.

Han Dongwen stumbled under his legs and sat on the ground.

"Mr. Gu? Mr. Gu! ”

Porta next to him was obviously frightened, he hurriedly rushed to Han Dongwen's side to support him, and turned back anxiously:

"Holy Maiden, Father, this, this gentleman, he-"

Before Pota could finish speaking, the chalice in Tilda's hand suddenly flashed with a burst of white light, and suddenly broke free from her hand, and the vultures were suspended in mid-air, and the wine in the cup overflowed as if it had become a bottomless fountain, spurting out a pungent liquid.

"What's going on?!"

Tilda had clearly not expected this to happen, she took a slight step back, and immediately turned her sharp gaze to Father Gascohen, who was standing aside.

"How can the Holy Grail be like this - what are you going to do!"

As she spoke, the liquor in the chalice in mid-air had gradually changed, no longer a transparent liquid, but began to tumble with a semi-solidification like white wax oil, and as the grease continued to gush out, pink, dark red, and pale cyan filaments gradually appeared on the surface of the grease.

In just a moment, the things that poured out of this holy grail had turned into a dark red solid that festered like flesh!

"Father, I—I think—"

The few people who had taken the sacrament before Han Dongwen were obviously also unusual, and one of them raised his hand and walked towards Gascohen trembling slightly, as if he wanted to seek his help.

However, before he could get close to Gascohen, the man's flesh was visibly swollen, as if his skin could no longer cover the flesh under the skin, and the whole man fell to the ground with a heavy thud, thudging, and muscle and fat flowed out of the holes in the broken skin, splashing all over the ground.

"Gas...... Cohen ——!! ”

At such a moment, a scalp-tinging voice suddenly rang out from the chalice that was constantly pouring flesh and blood.

It was a baby's voice, more like a cry pronouncing Gascohen's name than "speaking."

Gascohen, who heard this voice, was not surprised, on the contrary, he gritted his teeth, glared at Tilda standing in front of him with fear, and resolutely replied:

"I'm here, Lord, I'm here!"

"Gascoen! What are you doing! ”

Tilda's voice suddenly became a hundred times more serious, her right hand waved horizontally at her side, and a spear made of ice suddenly lit up in her hand, and a powerful aura suddenly exploded around her.

At the same time, the people who had previously parrayed of the sacrament began to swell and burst one after the other.

Han Dongwen, who was lying on the ground, only felt that his brain was about to explode, he clenched his teeth in pain, and when he saw the bloody scene of those people, he immediately turned around and pushed Porta away from his side:

"Run, run!"

Porta was stunned, apparently frightened by the sight in the church.

Seeing that he didn't move, Han Dongwen gritted his teeth, raised his hand and slapped Porta on the back, knocking him towards the church gate in the distance - although the door was closed, it was a little farther away.

Almost at the same time, a strong pain spread throughout Han Dongwen's body.

This is the first time that Han Dongwen has felt pain on the first machine since he took over the first plane, and the pain came from the depths of his nerves, making him break out in a cold sweat.

"Damn, watch me change numbers-"

However, just as his mind had just wandered out of the first machine, the voice of the infant from the Holy Grail sounded again:

"People! ——!! people ”

The Holy Grail in the air cried, and Gascoen rushed forward, grabbing the hanging Holy Grail in his arms.

Han Dongwen felt a sharp pain that was heart-rending, as if he would break his nerves if he tried to separate his soul from the first machine a little more.

Tilda didn't care about anything else, raised her hand and stabbed Gascohen in mid-air, but her movements were still a beat slower, Gascoen had already rushed into the air, and the whole person was holding the chalice that was constantly gushing flesh and blood like a child, which looked solemn and strange under the spotlight of the cathedral.

"Why, O God, why? This person is the right carrier, why are you suddenly like this? ”

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Han Dongwen, who was rolling on the ground in pain.

Historically, the preparation of the right vehicle for the Holy Grail has often been done behind the scenes.

Whether it's his own subordinates or the group of orphans in Simeng, why is the Holy Grail so excited today?

Is it good to die or not to die today? Exposed in front of this Grand Duke?

The flesh-poured Holy Grail screamed a few times, and spat out a sentence in an almost resentful tone:

"Inhuman, inhuman!"

"Drop - Death! Die! Die!! ”

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