The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 254 Ch.253 Forest Witch

These followers of the Maelstrom are like poor painters who only apply green paint.

When they were called to serve, the whole garden became a lot greener——

Yes, the ‘Senior Pastor’ of the Maelstrom entertained them in the flower garden.

——Roland didn’t know what they called their superiors. They were like the ‘senior pastor’ of the church, or the ‘consultant’ of the Supervision Bureau.

They served tea and pastries.

There is no difference from a real wealthy noble.

Except skin color.

"Mortals are ignorant, sir." The woman seemed to have discovered that Roland paid close attention to the skin of the believers, and explained with a smile: "This is also the reason why we, the sons of nature, rarely fall into their eyes - we do not want to suffer those stupid, meaningless things. Wisdom’s eyes look at us, and our deeds are told by lips eroded by disease.”

Roland smiled, picked up the teacup, and said nothing.

"We are indeed here for the angels, nature walkers. Apparently Bristol is good at surprising people, isn't it? My dear Mr. David Cromwell, a devout man who has only been here for three years, actually Showed me something I'd never seen before yesterday—"

Having said this, Fernandez lowered his voice and leaned forward.

Stare at the woman.

"Holy Essence."

He said.

The word seemed to make the swaying plants in the flowerbed freeze for a moment.

Roland saw the woman's eyes widen instantly, and her smile widened as quickly as her eyes.

Extremely fast.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. Angel, I can provide you with a few clues - such as witnesses. But... what marrow? The Maelstrom has nothing to do with the Holy Cross. You really want to discuss this worship of false gods with me? church?"

It doesn't matter whether he is a false god or not. Fernandez has already verified his thoughts.

His smile remained unchanged, but his mouth was vulgar: "...You bitch who hangs out with wild dogs and licks their vaginas, do you think you can lie to me?"

The believer standing next to him naturally heard it clearly, and not only glared, but also stepped forward to scold him.

Xander twisted slightly, lifted his leather boots lightly, and moved up the man's legs——

Kneel down!

Half a groan.

When he bent down with a look of pain, Roland stood up, clasped his hand inward, and slammed him onto the table with a bang, and then:

Turn around... draw your gun!

boom!

Flames erupted from the muzzle of the gun and hit another cultist who was drawing a sword in the distance!

Blood bloomed from his lower abdomen, and he staggered back a few steps. He suddenly fell down under the white stone pillar next to the garden, his expression was painful, but his eyes were still glaring at Fernandez.

This action is completed in only a few breaths.

The woman was leaning on a high-backed chair made of twisted withered vines, looking at him without saying a word with a cold face.

She watched Roland put the pepper box on the cultist's head, and saw him struggling, with the green veins on his face bulging.

at this time.

Roland heard a rustling sound: like earthworms turning over soil, then amplified a hundred times.

In an instant, a silk-green vine sprouted from the ground beneath his and Xander's feet!

It is as thick as a thigh, with long thorns like steel needles growing on the front part. At the end of the vine, there is a flower head full of sharp teeth: like ring-shaped canine teeth, with dense pink scales raised on the petals.

"Xander!"

Roland quickly retreated!

The vines seemed to be aimed only at the two of them. They were coiled up and layered around the woman, revealing only a pair of cold eyes;

The other section whipped down Xander, who had no time to draw his gun, like a whip. Then, dense steel needles caught up with Roland's face and neck!

Until he exited the flower garden, passed through the green curtain, and hit the hard wall with his back.

The steel needle pierced into the wall with a clang, grazing his neck and leaving a shallow blood mark.

In Roland's field of vision, it was not just the thick, needle-pricked vine in front of him that was spreading flames - the entire building, including the walls, stone pillars, floors, and any place where the line of sight could not penetrate, was burning all the time. Roland's eyes were rumbling, as if something was moving through them, making a sound that only he could 'hear'.

There's...something in this building.

The vines in front of you may only be a small part of the creature's body.

"The Maelstrom is not the Ring of Eternal Silence, the Flame of the Benefactor. If you act recklessly here, I'm afraid the Tribunal will have to send a new team of executioners."

Fernandez slightly released his sweaty palms under the table, and said without changing his expression: "If you come again, it will be the presiding judge - Lady Enid Judea is very busy, I don't know if she is free. If you must To talk to her in person, I can only try."

The woman surrounded by the vines looked disdainful, but the vines still shrank little by little, avoiding Roland and Xander, and dragged themselves back to the flower garden.

Dig into the mud and disappear.

She shook her skirt, stood up and came to the side of the shot believer. She put her knees on the ground and glanced at the yellow bullet tail that was drilled into the pillar.

A touch of green emerged from her fingertips, first as light, then softened into liquid, slowly dripping onto the spot where she was shot.

Soon, he stopped bleeding.

But the entire flower garden also withered as the believers recovered.

Dead silence everywhere.

"Leave, you are not welcome in the Maelstrom."

Fernandez turned around and looked at the scratches on Roland's neck, and after questioning Xander with his eyes, he nodded stiffly towards the woman, with a drooped face, and turned back the way he came.

As soon as he came out, Fernandez's expression became extremely solemn.

They did it on purpose.

They deliberately angered the person in charge here and forced her to take action.

Because Fernandez knew this woman and had learned about her before coming.

Carlotta.

Her name is Carlotta.

She is not famous, but three years ago, in a cult rebellion in Bristol, the person in charge of the Great Whirlpool died in battle, and she temporarily replaced the "Walker" with three rings to lead the local believers.

Three years.

Temporary, became official.

The three people came to the coast not far from the fishing boats. Fernandez stood still and took out a cigarette and lit it.

The sea breeze was like a blade that had been frozen for a hundred years.

"Tell me, Kratov, how many rings is she now."

"Now."

The fight that was not considered a battle just now had already allowed Miss Library to discover the obvious "features" in it.

"Sixth Ring, Captain Devinson."

"She is in the sixth ring."

...

"The Immortal (Second Crown God, Eve)"

"Forest Witch (Sixth Ring)"

"Touch of Sprout": Through contact, it can absorb the power of nature to a certain extent, heal and prolong the target's life.

"Improvement (Fourth Ring)": You can cultivate and manipulate companion plants (alien debris) through secret techniques. These strange products cannot continue to reproduce and are the result of rituals and mysterious breeding. The more plants that do not exist in this world are cultivated, the higher the price the ritualist needs to pay.

"Improvement (Fourth Ring Advanced)": The ritualist can enhance the companion plants with more rare materials.

"Grafting": The cultivated plants can be completely grafted onto oneself, so that they are no longer restricted by flesh and blood. But at the same time, the ritualist will also be disturbed by the characteristics of the grafted plants.

…

"※There are countless hearts in the forest, they beat drums."

…

"Touch of the Sprout" can only be used by "The Immortal" who has reached the sixth ring - that is, the power she just used to heal the believers and wither an entire flower garden.

This is why Fernandez had to force her to do it.

Three years.

This woman has risen from the third ring to the sixth ring.

And according to Fernandez, David Cromwell has also been rapidly promoted from a deacon to a priest in the past two years, and then to the head priest -

What, is there a genius everywhere in this broken place of Bristol?

Fernandez felt more and more that something was wrong.

Because the most difficult part for ritualists to rise is not "completing the ritual": some rituals seem daunting, but for a small number of people, it is as simple as breathing.

The ring-raising ceremony is not a door lock.

What really hinders ritualists from climbing up is "qualification".

Some people do not have the qualifications for a high ring, which means they will never be able to clear the fog in front of them and see the world of high ring people - even if they think that their ring-raising ceremony can be completed quickly and well.

But what does it matter if the whip technique is good?

These unqualified people are equivalent to a carriage without a horse.

"What a coincidence. The two leaders of the Holy Cross and the Great Whirlpool are both geniuses at the same time, and they have agreed to raise the ring together during the same period..."

Is it related to the Holy Marrow...?

Fernandez began to think that it was a bad thing that there were few other sects in this city.

"It's not that I haven't seen the Sixth Ring of other roads, Kratov. She gave me the feeling that she was not worthy of the power she had..."

What's more, the wild dogs of the Great Whirlpool should have been as vindictive as the former executive.

But the believers who shot her only got "you are not welcome".

You must know that the current Inquisition is not as good as before.

So, things are troublesome.