The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 193 Ch.192 Opportunity to Upgrade

Oil lamps were nailed to the irregular rough stone wall.

The flickering lights cast two opposing shadows.

Roland held a dagger and carefully moved to the side. Fernandez held the same standard rubber dagger and stared at the black-haired young man who was as light as a cat.

The two people's secrets intertwined with each other, testing and confirming each other's positions.

As the footsteps approached...

The battle was about to break out.

Roland gave him the feeling that, at least in terms of power, he was almost the same as the "Holy Flame" who had just completed the first stage of "Sword of Judgment".

"The Great Ceremony."

Someone fell into a coma.

However, it had to be obtained through a less safe channel.

"A friend taught me." Roland showed his white teeth: "... It's called 'naked choke'."

Fernandez's face was dark: "It's the trick that strangled... me."

Fernandez tapped his knees and slowly uttered a few words:

"The experience of the predecessors."

Once you enter 'there'...

These three will help the later ritualists. Especially the "grand ceremony" of the crown god ritualists is the most important, which almost widens the gap between them and non-crown god ritualists-the more grand ceremonies they hold, the greater the gap.

"Break free." He said.

"Huh?"

Fernandez said.

Fernandez sat on a bench nailed with wooden boards, holding a cigarette in one hand and touching his aching neck with the other hand, looking embarrassed: "Where did you... learn it from?"

The captain was particularly serious.

"Break... break free... break free..."

Roland turned his wrist slightly, and Fernandez tightened his fingers relative to his force.

He easily swung away the rubber blade that stabbed at his lower abdomen, turned his wrist, and swung it towards Roland's throat!

The next second, he was pushed upward by a pair of nimble hands - and then, approached quickly!

Fernandez smiled, threw the dagger at Roland, and when he dodged sideways, he grabbed his wrist!

According to Roland - he was more obedient than a baby in a cradle.

To be honest, if Roland had not walked on a road without a big ceremony, he would almost doubt whether he had completed any big ceremony in private -

Roland certainly knew.

Roland could only rely on himself.

"Roland."

"Of course I know, because your strength has increased by at least three times compared to the last training..."

Fernandez was suspicious: "Have you been exercising frequently recently?"

"Your strength has increased a lot." He simply held a cigarette in his mouth, pulled Roland's arm, rolled up his sleeves, and looked over and over at the smooth forearm and upper arm, and then asked Roland to relax after exerting force, and then relax and exert force again.

As the people behind him locked him, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"It is definitely not a wise choice to fight with the Holy Flame in close combat-"

"Stop at the first ring for ten years?"

"...This thing is not taught casually." Fernandez glanced at someone who was indifferent, and reminded him: "...Most of the techniques are secrets that are not passed on. Your friend is generous enough. Use it carefully, Roland."

"I said, it is definitely not a wise choice to fight with the Holy Flame in close combat, Roland." When Fernandez was locked by the neck, he still had time to look up and laugh: "Where did you learn this strange technique? I can get rid of it with just one hand..."

"I think that Lady Enid came to you today to discuss this issue with you."

Then a problem was discovered.

Twenty minutes later.

Fernandez raised his palm: "Grab my hand."

"If possible, I plan to hold the ring-raising ceremony tomorrow." Roland preferred Randolph's cigar, pinching it, and pressing his fingers on his cheekbones: "But I have to have the ring-raising ceremony first. "

He should have observed for a while longer - this genius who could reach the sleeping world within a day seemed to have extraordinary physical qualifications.

Wrench had said this when he taught him.

In the low-ring period, there were only two ways to be very good at close combat:

Every year, every month, every night, there were almost ritualists traveling through dreams: falling asleep forever, or bringing back treasures from dreams.

And the "Ring Up Ceremony" was not the reason for the gap.

"How long do you plan to stay in the first ring?"

Fernandez was filled with emotion.

The gradually tightened arms restricted blood flow.

"You should come to the training ground more often, Roland." In the fierce confrontation, Fernandez was still able to distract himself and talk: "Especially when the ritualist is in a low ring. "

Fernandez leaned on his knees, recalling what had just happened, while thinking about how to crack the strangulation technique...

Fernandez once thought that Roland had no future in close combat, so he let him focus on daggers and guns.

…………

Fernandez patted Roland on the shoulder, and there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his words.

Suddenly tensed!

The two wiped their sweat, each holding a cigarette and chatting while puffing. Fernandez was not used to smoking cigars, and thought that the things Roland enjoyed were all the stuff that the white-faced people used to pretend: "show goods" that only swirled in the mouth and wasted money.

He didn't even have a chance to resist. After a few breaths, his eyes went dark and his limbs lost control.

Bang——!

Unable to maintain his balance, he fell heavily to the ground with Fernandez!

……

Then he "fell asleep".

"Break free..."

The two men were deadlocked for more than ten seconds, and then Roland pulled his hand out.

This made Fernandez frown even more.

The strong arm raised high like a demonstration hit the ground like a whip.

Fernandez is very sensitive to the issue of strength - especially during his first training when he first joined the Tribunal. Roland left a really deep impression on him:

strangeness.

The "holy flame" of the Tribunal, and the "iron cavalry" of the Church of War.

He held a yellowish earthy cigarette that only cost five pennies a box, squinted his eyes, and blew out thick smoke.

Fernandez blew out a big puff of smoke, rubbed the side of his neck, and muttered the name Roland said.

Naked twist…

——He just handled a small case with Xander two days ago and completed the big ceremony: "Sword of Judgment".

For example, the "Sword of Judgment" of the "Holy Flame", or the "Praise of Life" of those Eve believers, and other rituals that greatly enhance the flesh and blood...

“Resources provided by denominations.”

"Add training once a week."

Roland nodded calmly.

"This skill is enough to kill people."

Those secret transmissions will more or less record some ring-raising ceremonies that are not on the path of the Crown God.

"Roland, you decide for yourself... If possible, I really don't want you to get involved right now."

Roland was tying up his loose hair and wondered: "Where did you learn this?"

training room.

A slender, weak, straw-like child.

After he waited for Roland to put his hand on his palm, he suddenly clasped his fingers tightly.

Looking at it now, it's obviously not.

——Although Roland does not belong to the "Holy Flame", his current 'growing' body is undoubtedly moving closer to the "Holy Flame".

Before he finished speaking, he felt his wrist twisting half a circle!

Like a soft snake that had caught its prey, Roland opened his arms inward, and walked around Fernandez's front. One hand passed through his neck, and the other hand was clasped around the inner elbow...

Golden Island.

A real arena for ‘coming of age ritualists’.