Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2103 Human Holy Grail
Poor students may not necessarily be unable to guess the right answer.

Although we can tell from just now that the so-called Colosseum and "they" are just stories made up by the killer brother, the purpose is just to make himself experience a stronger dramatic reversal.

But the graffiti and eyeball carpet all over the room seemed to have to have an explanation.

It is true that the other party can freely control many things because of the deep integration with the other side, but as mentioned before, everyone has their own limitations.

In Fu Qian's opinion, Brother Zhao Ran's poor imagination is not enough to support him to construct such a scene, and it is very likely that he is just a discoverer.

So who is the original author?
What about the Alliance of Losers engraved there?

And why do the graffiti move?
In Fu Qian’s opinion, these questions raised at the beginning are still worth answering.

Even introducing the concept of "they" does make it easier to explain.

Unlike the group of people who only know how to have fun with Grandpa Feng, there is another group of people trapped in this and they have done more things.

Their heritage was discovered by Zhao Ran, and there is a high probability that the skills of deep integration with the other side came from them.

"There is only one person who can be called alive, but there are indeed a group of them."

Fortunately, the Pope's reliability has once again been demonstrated.

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the pool of blood suddenly rolled over, and a human body emerged.

……

Killer brother.

For the former, it was not difficult to identify. The figure who seemed to be struggling in the river of Styx was Zhao Ran, the scientific research partner who had just been eliminated.

It can be seen that his mental state has further deteriorated, and he rushes around like a madman.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he was still covered in thick blood and couldn't struggle out.

Alas, don't blame me for being ruthless. The moment you set foot on the road of scientific research, you should have known that every step is filled with blood and cruelty, and there is no turning back.

Even if you are just one step slower, you will be cruelly abandoned and will never have the hope of becoming an academic leader.

"Is this the living one?"

With a sigh in his heart, Fu Qian casually confirmed it.

"Yes, although 'The Other Shore' is indeed a dead object, there are still some traces of activity inside it. This should have just been integrated in, so it is still relatively intact.

"Of course, as this place collapses, he will inevitably suffer the same fate."

The witch nodded, ruthlessly predicting Zhao Ran's fate.

"It doesn't matter. He has always been proud of this."

Fu Qian could fully understand the person involved and said that it was not a big deal.

"Besides, I can only materialize him, but I can't control his will, so you can't ask him questions."

And the bad news for the witch continues.

"It's alright. This person has already made his contribution. He didn't provide any valuable insights anyway... What about the rest of the group?"

In response to this, Fu Qian just continued to indicate that it was not a problem, and turned his attention to the incomplete "them" - which was really not quite complete.

But the witch didn't even say anything more. The blood pool under the moonlight was rolling again, rolling into a dense mass.

Although what appeared this time was hard to believe was a human form.

It was like a wax figure had been exposed to the sun for a day and then a handful was grabbed at random.

Except for the struggle similar to Brother Zhao Ran but much smaller, most of them didn't even have arms to struggle.

The most complete trace of crawling could only barely be recognized as a human skull, and even a piece was missing.

"They must have been integrated with this place for too long. Their personal will has almost completely disappeared, with only a trace of obsession left at most."

While observing, the witch was also giving reminders that this group of people could no longer even communicate.

"But they shouldn't have entered this state together?" He nodded slightly without much regret and confirmed it with Fu Qian.

"It looks like it, but it's probably been a while."

The witch confirmed his statement.

"I see. Now I need you to help me find something."

It seemed that the guess was correct and the reward was found, but it also seemed to be of no use, and "they" had left only a tiny echo.

But Fu Qian still indicated that it was okay and then gestured.

"A roll of parchment, or a cup made of gold."

……

Honestly, both requests sound a bit far-fetched.

Even though he is already half the master of the "other shore", facing so many ruins, this is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But for me, the great Darkmoon Pope, looking for a needle in a haystack is nothing.

"I'm sorry, but the gold does have some, but the cup doesn't seem to have any."

With a puzzled look but without any hesitation, after a brief thought, the witch actually made a discovery.

Then a hand reached into the crack, and when it was withdrawn, there was a yellowed roll on it.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Without forgetting to say thank you, Fu Qian took the obviously old thing.

It was obvious that the witch had taken it from somewhere inside here, so much so that faint cracks could be seen on it.

In order to avoid the antiques from breaking into pieces, the process of spreading them out before payment is done with great care.

"No, there are cups."

As the parchment slowly unfolded, Fu Qian gestured towards it, indicating that the witch had actually found both things.

“It’s really a cup.”

The latter showed no displeasure at being corrected, and leaned over to take a closer look.

It was confirmed that the not-so-big parchment was densely covered with patterns, the most eye-catching of which was the two-digit high-heeled cups.

The remaining ones are slightly different in parts, but overall very similar to the four-hand patterns seen along the way.

We can even see the step-by-step evolution process, and in the end they are completely consistent.

And these marks also covered the surface of the cups.

"Do you know who these people are?"

With such a development, how could the witch not have some associations? She was curious and confirmed it the next moment.

"I probably know. I even know what organization they belong to."

Fu Qian sighed softly, as if he could feel the heaviness of this thing, and raised his hand to his head.

"The Holy Grail Sect is a research organization in the outside world that cuts holes in people's heads in an attempt to spy on the secrets of God.

"They made the Holy Grail out of gold, engraved symbols of power on it, and ultimately sealed the divinity inside for their own use."

When giving that title, Fu Qian seemed to be thinking of more than one old friend.

Mr. Lowe, Yule, Sage, Collins, Claudio…

“It’s a pity that it’s obvious that when the true secret of God is laid out before our eyes, it becomes an incomprehensible nightmare.

"The number of people is decreasing, and the sect is declining, but we can't find the reason. We don't even want to find the reason because we can't find the number of people decreasing."