"That Holy Grail eats not the snakes you manipulate, but the spirit attached to those snakes, which is your 'spirit'."

"Spirit?"

"In layman's terms, similar to what we call the soul, the spirit is the medium that releases the spirit of the word, including the dragon and the half-blood, when you use the spirit to order your snakes, part of your spirit will be attached to those snakes, the Holy Grail actually only has a suction on the spirit you attach to the snake, but the snake cannot exist independently from the spirit of the snake, so you have the illusion that your snake is eaten by the Holy Grail."

"Souls as sacrifices sound like black magic produced by medieval distorted alchemy, or some kind of ghost story." Fingal smacked his lips.

"The first thing the dragon has to do when he wakes up from his eggs and slumber is to take in enough nutrients, this ruin is in this kind of ghost place, whether the dragon we are facing awakens or resurrects, he should collect as much food as possible, and the half-breed with dragon blood should be their best food." Chen Mo's answer seemed to be a bit off-topic.

"But the facts contradict this reasonable speculation." Noel Watt frowned, clearly understanding what he was trying to do.

"That's right, the professor of the academy wondered when he got the video left at the camp site, why were only the corpses of ordinary people left at the scene when the dragons released a wide range of mind control? Even if these corpses do not have the genes of the dragon family, they should be a lot of nutrients in the eyes of the cold-blooded dragons, there are not many living creatures on the ice fields in the extreme north, absorb enough nutrients, hatch a complete dragon body as soon as possible, and retrieve the strength is what these aliens of the old era should do. ”

Auguste looked solemn: "But it didn't do that. "Outliers often mean greater strength.

"Can you somehow determine for sure? Those lying on the ground were unconscious living people or corpses. The uncle's voice was a little dull, this ruin was originally developed by Laurent, and the half-breeds involved in it naturally belonged to Laurent, and there were also colleagues who knew him.

Vision, the fastest and most effective way to do it today. The golden eyes of the half-breed are not only beautiful contacts used for demonstration, but also eyes that can see "spirits". But most half-bloods can't keep their sanity after the vision, because they have dragon blood flowing in their bodies, and the blood from the gods has the dragon inscription left in it, which is the source of each half-blood's spirit of speech, but the spirit left in the dragon's blood can also make these human souls go crazy.

Chen Mo took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, which contained a pair of silver-framed monocles, which were also an alchemy object, which could isolate the dragon blood in his body and the interference of the outside world to a certain extent during his spiritual vision.

He put on his glasses and closed his eyes at the same time.

The obscure dragon text swirled on the tip of his tongue, but did not make the slightest sound, and entering the spiritual vision quickly and independently was a basic skill that every qualified alchemist should master. If you can't even master the vision, how can you fight against the unruly creatures?

The Emperor's chant was not heard by anyone else, and it was extremely dangerous for anyone other than himself to enter the spiritual vision in this environment.

Chen Mo silently opened his eyes with lenses and looked forward, there was not the slightest sign of the existence of a spirit on the bodies of several bodies under the altar, there was nothing left of them, there should have been extremely thin spiritual elements in the air, but in the radius of ten meters of that Holy Grail, it was like a "vacuum".

He sighed and continued to look ahead, at the end of the corridor, and continued deeper.

His spirit froze for a moment, and he saw something.

It was pure white, unadulterated, something majestic and beautiful at the same time, surrounded by an equally pure white glow, spreading out like a branch.

It's not majestic, it's not grandiose, it's just great.

"Click." It was the cracking of lenses.

Chen Mo suddenly closed his eyes, and at the same time threw the monocle he was wearing to the soles of his feet, and then the frames were scattered, and the lenses shattered into powder.

Everyone was surprised and puzzled, everyone looked at the pair of glasses and Chen Mo, with the strength he threw down, it was impossible to smash the lenses of the glasses to pieces, not to mention that the glasses were obviously not ordinary things.

The young man with a masked mask gently picked up a broken frame, put it in his palm and looked at it for a while, then looked at Chen Mo and said, "What do you see?" ”

"They are already real dead people, and there is nothing left of the 'spirit' that has been pumped."

The young man's voice was not loud, even a little clear, but particularly convincing: "That's not what I'm asking. ”

"I saw a big dick."

"How old?"

"Maybe it's the biggest guy in the history of the secret party."

The young man, who didn't know where the Laurent family had found him, nodded, not showing a hint of fear.

The five commissioners of the executive department were probably prepared under Schneider's advice before leaving, but at this time they were still solemn, but they did not intend to retreat.

The uncle had obvious sadness on his face, and then he actually took out a thermos pot that looked like it was filled with wine from the bag he was carrying, and after twisting it open, the rich aroma of wine spread out, and he took a sip gently, showing a hearty smile, obviously a faithful believer in "getting drunk and relieving a thousand sorrows".

Fengou sighed helplessly, and after smelling the fragrance, he walked up with a shy face and prepared to take a bite.

Patsy Gattuso still had an indifferent expression on his face, but he unconsciously showed wariness to Chen Mo from time to time.

Noel Watt walked over slowly: "Even the first generation of seeds we need to pass through here first, and it is absolutely impossible to turn around and go back now." ”

"yes, we'll have to go through here before we can talk about anything else."

The uncle, who had already drunk several sips, didn't blush, but the words that accompanied the smell of alcohol always seemed to be drunk: "So what to do?" There were a lot of people who came in before, but only a few corpses were left, and that weird cup probably wouldn't eat all the souls that passed by, but it wouldn't let us go directly, he needed souls as a toll. ”

"This is the sacrifice before the meeting, China has a tradition of worshipping ancestors in front of the ancestors' tombs, Europe is more inclined to worship the gods, and the sacrifice can be favored by the gods and received in dreams." Ye Sheng won a prize in a national history competition before entering Kassel, and was one of Ange's favorite students after studying dragon genealogy.

Fingal finally took a sip of wine from the uncle with the cup he was carrying, but he didn't move at all, just said with a smile on his face: "Actually, in a broad sense, everyone here is a little dragon, if the owner of this ruin is really a first-generation species, it is reasonable to be our ancestors in terms of generation." ”

Chen Mo watched Fingal slowly pour the wine in the cup on the ground, and sighed in his heart:

"If this is counted as the mausoleum of the first generation, of course we are not the descendants of the ancestors who came all the way to worship our ancestors, but the tomb robbers who fought upside down, and the fact that they took their lives as sacrifices to accompany the burial was abolished in China hundreds of years ago, and the feudal dross should have been rolled out a long time ago."

He raised his hand to signal Fingal to let go, and with a move of his wrist, he walked directly towards the strange cup that could drain people's souls.