'As you approach the Crimson Moon, the line between man and beast becomes blurred. The Great One will appear, and we will be given to the baby. ’

In Crane's memory, this was a reference to Orton's heir coming after the Blood Moon.

But the mechanism in front of you doesn't seem to be exactly what it means.

Underneath the inscription of this sentence are six empty bronze lattices, which can be turned.

Strangely, although the entire Holy Grail world is the same as above the Grey Mist, it has the effect of transmitting information directly without regard to words, and the spaces in the grid can only be completed with letters.

Klein became the only one who knew what it was.

He frowned, staring at them wistfully.

Next to him, a rather blunt Darek replied stunned: "Man and beast. Referring to those out-of-control monsters? ”

After coming to Yanan, there was not a single one of them who had not seen the uncontrolled beasts that were everywhere here.

"When the blood moon rises, people will be transformed into monsters?"

Furth carefully completed the passage, but she quickly rejected: "No, no, what's the matter with the baby?" ”

"There are no babies here."

"I think the following six are empty. Does it represent a note that we have? ”

"Except for Mr. Bishop."

She made a subconscious small movement again, biting her nails while analyzing tangledly.

At the mention of the note, Alger immediately patted Emlyn and Crane seriously, telling them to take out their part and check it with everyone.

They do.

'You wander in the forbidden forest, waiting for salvation and fools who take the bait. ’

This is Emlyn's.

'Belly. It's weird. I don't feel good. ’

'No, who are you?' ’

This is Klein's.

Looking at his note, Klein suddenly felt a chill down his spine and a creepy!

But it's not just because he's seen the words for the first time, it's because

During the check, he found that everyone's identities matched the only Yanan survivors in the bloodborne story!

The original who awaits the survivors in the Orton Church, Audrey.

The local who is suspicious of everything, Alger.

Sister of the Church of Madness Faith Heals, Folth.

Memories are so confused that they think the hunter is their son's grandmother, Darik.

The half-mad beast that deceived passers-by, Emlyn.

and—

He himself, a prostitute who was pregnant with the heir of the old god Eudon.

What do you mean by arranging this status for me?

Wait, no, he doesn't want to give birth to an heir of the ancient gods!!

Crane's eyes widened in horror, and he involuntarily pressed his stomach, trying to make sure there was nothing but lunch.

"What do you think this mechanism will correspond to? I've never met them. ”

After reading the identities of the others, Alger's brow furrowed even deeper, staring at the six spaces above.

"Baby. Belly"

Emlyn looked at Klein strangely, wanting to stop talking, stopping and talking.

Even Foirth and Derrick couldn't help but look at it, consciously and silently looking up and down.

Their gaze has done great harm.

Audrey blinked her eyes and watched with pity as Mr. World, who had always been 'taciturn' in observation, jumped uncontrollably.

"It's just identity!"

Klein's fists clenched.

His deliberately pinched mixed-race cheeks were conspicuously reddened, but his lips were slightly pale, betraying the firmness of his words.

Although he said that it was just his identity, he actually had some ominous premonitions.

The children of the Old God Orton won't really. Got him, right?

The Kos parasite, who had slipped away with him, was startled by his big movements, and slowly crawled a little farther away on his shoulder.

"Ahem, okay, I think it's more important to untie the mechanism now." Alger glanced at the 'world' imperceptibly, apparently with a strange guess.

"Does anyone want to try the password first?"

"Whether it's true or not, I think it's important to try first."

His words finally drew everyone's attention back to the mechanism.

In the bronze space is a series of knobs with various English letters, which in Klein's eyes are obviously to be pieced together into an English word.

The rest of the people looked at each other.

With a language barrier, they certainly don't have a chance to switch to the right place.

"I'll do it."

Crane sighed and stepped to the front.

He first casually turned a few letters.

No response.

The huge gears and the bronze handles that extend from above are dead silent.

Perhaps, it will only change when you enter the correct password.

This is a good thing, at least, it means that they have unlimited room for trial and error, and they will not be called to the police to attract a group of clergy to hunt them down after accidentally screwing them wrong.

Crane and Alger looked at each other and nodded.

"Then let's each try whatever comes to mind." Alger turned to the crowd and agreed, and was unanimously applauded.

It's a pity, because they don't know English, they tinkered for a long time, and they didn't cause the slightest reaction from the gears.

Klein, on the other hand, bowed his head and pondered beside him after many failures.

Blood moon-related, six-letter words? It's really embarrassing for him, a person who has never met English after graduating from university!

Baby newborn? No, it's seven letters. Nightmares or dreams aren't right

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.

"Wait, let me try again."

Crane took a few steps forward and squeezed into the middle.

He slowly twisted the lattice, making the letters string together, and gradually piecing together a word—

Rebirth.

The clock at the top of the central nave suddenly moved.

The complex and delicate dial seemed to be some kind of mechanism, turning rapidly, and the crisp sound of the 'click' with the movement of the gears spread throughout the scarred Yanan.

The upper hand spun in reverse!

Yager and Green looked up in surprise.

After a few seconds of hard work, Auger finally pressed the scythe into Lawrence's neck and cut off the head of the beast that was still moving.

The setting sun casts a sad glow on the scene.

The clothes were completely soaked with blood, dripping downward, showing the fierceness of the battle just now.

Even Green, who had been fishing with needles and needles next to him, lost his strength again, cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and his eyes had palpitations in his eyes that had escaped death several times.

The battle was tough.

Fortunately, despite this, they were able to win in the end.

Behind the slowly closed eyes of the magma beast's head were the dying Maria and Ludwig.

It's almost over.

But the clock doesn't seem to think so.

An illusory murmur came from his ears, which seemed to be mixed with a thick malice, but it was about to dissipate:

"Curse was given to them."

"Even their children and their children, and even from generation to generation."

"Curse all who are merciless and unrighteous."

With the whispers, the pitch-black lines were drawn from the defeated old hunters, condensing into a strange black shadow, standing under the setting sun!

(End of chapter)