Chapter 800: Chapter 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?”

“We have two months’ worth of supplies, it will definitely be enough for you to drink.” Lancelot tried to comfort Bruto, “As soon as we finish and go back to the Wolf Head Tavern, I will immediately replenish the supply.”

“But this is an unforgivable waste…”

“Get up, boy!” Barrend smacked his son hard on the butt, “Don’t embarrass me!”

“No, I won’t.” Lancelot answered, holding back a laugh, “We’re already used to it.”

“You guys are so cruel, how can you bear to do such a thing…” Bruto said with a mournful face, “This barrel costs five hundred Gold Coins in Twin Bridges Town… How about this, I’ll drink the wine, and you can use my blood, okay?”

“Even if you drank it all, the wine wouldn’t turn into blood in your body.”

“Sigh…” The young Dwarf heaved a long sigh, climbing off the barrel and walking towards the door, “Do whatever you want, I really can’t watch that kind of scene…”

“Thank you for your sacrifice. We will always remember this barrel of wine.”

“Enough talking, quickly get it done.”

Turning wine into blood as a Second Circle Spell originally could only convert about half a liter of fine wine into blood, but with Kalalin’s help, he quickly found the key modifications needed, turning it into a Third Circle Spell, able to convert the entire barrel of wine into blood resembling that of intelligent beings.

After the Scholar finished casting the spell, Lancelot carefully poured the liquid from the barrel into the stone urn held by the statue, not wasting a single drop — the remaining half-barrel was a drink for some bloodthirsty creature. It was said that Kalalin made some modifications to the spell so the blood tasted sweeter, with a faint date flavor, even Little Isha’s mysterious ancient Vampire mentor gave it a high evaluation.

Of course, as he did this, he already had the Starlight Strike and Sword of Zariel at his waist, and the other companions were also in a state of high alert: if another powerful enemy appeared like before, they would be in big trouble.

After the stone urn was filled, a pre-set mechanism was triggered. The statue slowly raised the stone urn to its lips, and its jaw moved down half an inch, revealing a funnel-like mouth as the blood in the urn was slowly poured into the statue’s body through the square mouth.

Distant rumbling noises echoed again, indicating that the mechanism had been correctly activated. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; after so much hard work, they were finally close to uncovering the ultimate truth.

But Lancelot’s brow suddenly furrowed tightly, as his Spirit Perception sensed a substantial burst of energy, like a dam of a reservoir suddenly bursting. The location seemed to be in the hall where the Stone Gate was, causing him to feel vaguely uneasy.

“Looks like there’s nothing else arranged here.” Kalalin glanced around again to ensure there were no signs of an ambush, “By the way, that previous trap was really clever. If it weren’t for Lancelot’s reminder, I would never have thought of a way to break it. An ordinary person would have been completely trapped in it… Lancelot, why the expression? Is there something wrong?”

“I’m thinking about what purpose these obstacles, which were meant to stop us from opening the Stone Gate, actually serve…”

“What’s there to think about?” Bruto asked curiously, “Of course, it’s to prevent us from opening the Stone Gate, learning the secrets of the Demon’s Domain master, and finding a way to completely defeat it.”

“I thought the same at first, but if you think about it, it doesn’t make sense.” Lancelot frowned even deeper, “The ones who finally opened the Stone Gate were a group of witches, and their advanced magical prowess indeed explains the arrangements along the way, but let’s not forget, the witches and Peyton Derrick, the master of this Domain of Horror, are clear enemies, why would they have any reason to protect their arch-enemy’s secrets?”

The companions looked at each other, unable to answer the Human Knight’s question. Finally, Lancelot himself broke the silence.

“Let’s go, we can never figure it out here.” He passed the Dwarf still standing at the door and walked towards the path they had come, “One more thing I didn’t mention earlier. The moment the mechanism was activated, I felt a certain power being released from behind that Stone Gate. I don’t know whether it’s a good or bad thing, whether we did something that might have serious consequences, but one thing is certain…”

“The seemingly calm situation in this Demon’s Domain is likely to be disrupted… Thinking about it, it’s not necessarily a bad thing…”