Chapter 800 - 811 What is the Purpose
After escaping that abnormal space, the group walked through a long corridor, but this time they didn’t retrace their steps. Eventually, they arrived in a room that seemed to be a resting room for the Tomb Guardian. At the far end of the room stood a ten-foot-high statue, depicting a skeletal Divine Envoy wearing a hooded cloak, holding a giant, empty stone urn.
According to what the two ghostly guards had previously said, they needed to offer blood to open the Stone Gate.
"Friends, we seem to have a problem." Bruto tiptoed, peering into the stone urn, "This basin seems a bit too big, even if you slaughter me, you can’t possibly fill it up..."
"Looks like you don’t understand your own body well enough." Lancelot shook his head gently, "However, we don’t need to use our own blood..."
"Then whose do we use? The enemies here are all Zombies and skeletons, we can’t use them like before..."
"As soon as I heard the word ’blood’, I thought of a perfect solution, no one would get hurt..." Lancelot reached into his Dimensional Bag and pulled out an oak barrel, "Although you might need to be excluded."
"What? What do you plan to do with my week’s supply?"
"Just a hint." Kalalin said with a hint of a smile, "Little Isha is a Vampire, but have you ever seen her go out to hunt?"
"What does this have to do with Little Isha... Ah damn! Turn the blood into wine!" Bruto’s face turned pale, and he rushed forward to hold the barrel tightly, "No!! You can’t do this!!! It will bring divine punishment!!!"
"The gods cannot see the situation in the Demon’s Domain." The Elf Priest said in an authoritative theological tone, "Also, this is definitely more suitable than actually using our own blood, even if the Soulforge knew, they would understand, wouldn’t they?"