The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 256 Ch.255 Ritual: Collapse

“He is my word, my mind, my voice and my strength.”

"It is a motto in the eternal noise, heard with the most pious and faithful ears; it is a light in the chaotic and lightless wilderness, seen with the most humble and focused eyes."

"He knows the hidden words of our hearts..."

A shabby little hotel.

Room with squeaky floors.

Ram Fiennes knelt on the carpet whose original color could not be seen, lowered his head and clasped his hands, and finished reciting today's prayer under the gaze of three pairs of eyes.

This rather sacred atmosphere was quickly torn apart by his sinister look after the last words - he was still kneeling, but turned to look at the expressionless Fernandez.

Holding a cigarette, Fernandez sat on the bed and looked at him.

"...First, sir."

"I'm really glad you still remember this, aren't you, Fiennes." Fernandez's heart boiled with anger when he saw his nondescript virtues——

This was Bristol's last executive.

The kneeling man had a flattering look on his face, rubbing his knees as he stood up. Seeing no one to stop him, he hunched his back, stretched his neck, and rolled up with rickets. He took a few steps to the dining table in the room and poured a few glasses of water. , delivered one by one.

Roland, Xander and Fernandez.

"Please take a rest. The adults have been exhausted these past few days, right?"

Fernandez didn't want to see his flattering look, so he turned his head and stared out the window.

Dark clouds are rolling over the sea, and there is little light today.

"There's something wrong with Bristol, Fiennes, have you noticed?"

Fiennes didn't know why these three big shots called him to this shabby hotel early in the morning, stared at him and prayed, and asked him such a weird question.

"Something's wrong?"

He rolled his eyes, grinned and said perfunctorily: "Something is wrong. Do you know that I am just a link? If I find anything, wouldn't I report it earlier?"

"I visited your daughter, Mr. Fiennes." Roland took over: "Ms. Rebecca Fiennes. I heard something wonderful. Do you know about it?"

Ram Fiennes turned on his toes like an old servant who had been working for many years, skillfully bypassed Fernandez and came to Roland: "You can't mean-"

He clapped his arms and made a fist gesture.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Fiennes, I am talking about the gift that makes a person strong."

Fiennes slapped his leg: "You asked the right person, sir! No one would tell you this except me and Rebecca!"

Before he could ask for it, Roland tossed the three coins he had prepared.

To be honest, to a certain extent, he admired the father and daughter who wanted money over their lives.

as expected.

As soon as he got the money, Fiennes immediately talked about the "Holy Essence" with great joy——

This is the gift of the Holy Cross to Bristol.

A unique gift that is absolutely full of power, but also has limitations.

It is indeed as mentioned before that it can enhance a person's strength, physique and recovery ability in all aspects, but at the same time, the power of the person who drinks this gift will also be limited to Bristol.

The further away from Bristol, the smaller the effect.

At the same time, the selection for it was very strict and had to be decided by the Father of All after the prayers of David Cromwell - as it should be.

But a few days ago, I don’t know what happened in the church, or why David Cromwell changed his approach: he began to spread the "Holy Essence" among the citizens, and gave this supreme secret to these people who had nothing in their pockets. A poor person with half a cent.

It didn’t take long for Bristol to be filled with ‘pure ones’ who had drank the holy marrow.

——Just before Fernandez and the others arrived.

"There was a man who received a gift before, but Lord David said that after he left Bristol, the power he was given disappeared."

Ram Fiennes said.

Fernandez's heart moved:

turn out to be…

This power only works in Bristol?

No wonder David Cromwell and the woman who licked the dingo's pussy never left this damp, poor place.

The Holy Essence gave them the possibility to continue climbing, but at the same time, it also imprisoned them in this land forever.

No one can refuse the power that is available to them.

If he were to leave London and drop from the Sixth Ring Road back to the Third Ring Road, Fernandez honestly said that he would not be willing to do so.

It was better to stay in London all his life than to be weak again - not to mention, he guessed that David Cromwell did not have the qualifications to reach the High Ring.

It was the Holy Essence that gave him the future.

He dared not leave, fearing that he would never be able to touch the door of truth again.

"That makes sense, Roland."

Fernandez glanced at Fiennes, who was trying to look more respectful: "But things are still very troublesome now - we don't know what Cromwell and that bitch are doing, and Crow's support has not arrived on time. …”

There was only one path before them.

Mind your own business and retreat to London.

Whether David Cromwell had any ill will towards them or not, Fernandez did not know.

But from what Fiennes heard today, he dared to say that this senior pastor was definitely a bomb that would explode sooner or later.

The explosion was fine, but it couldn't hit his, Roland's, and Kratoff's homes.

They need to leave as soon as possible...

If still possible.

He had a very bad feeling.

"We'll leave on the earliest train in the afternoon."

Fernandez thought, quickly stood up, and asked Roland and Xander to pack their things and prepare to go to the station.

"The Church and the Maelstrom will make trouble for them. It was fine before, but once the "Holy Essence" spreads among these ignorant citizens, the secret cannot be kept secret for long. Not only the Maelstrom and the Church, but other sects will also find out——"

But ah.

What does it mean to have a secret that no longer needs to be hidden?

Fernandez signaled Roland and Xander to be more vigilant.

They may encounter combat at any time.

"No, no -! How could Sir David be..." Ram Fiennes grabbed Fernandez's clothes and said eagerly: "You also promised me..."

He thought of something and suddenly turned his head and looked at Xander.

"Yes, it's you, you promised me, money! Money! You said you would pay it off for me..."

Xander pulled out an ivory-handled pepper box, put bullets into the magazine, and smiled at him: "Let my daughter work harder, and you will be able to pay it off soon."

"No, no, no, miss! You promised me!"

Xander just put away the gun silently, and after checking the boot knife, he slowly came to him.

She didn't speak, but her heart couldn't hide the joy.

This hysterical face.

Fantastic.

"I can, I can help you a lot - I know every corner of Bristol! I'm familiar with it! Only, only two hundred... no, one hundred pounds! Fifty pounds? Fifty pounds... thirty pounds !" He spoke faster and faster, his words were confused and urgent, but he did not dare to touch the woman who had just pointed the gun at him with his fingers.

"I know who has received the gift! I can tell you all about it!"

Xander smiled and said no need.

After all, they are about to evacuate, who cares what the local church does?

The only headache will be the church, the maelstrom.

It's Archbishop Kratoff, not Miss Kratoff.

Fiennes chased the girl who turned around and walked away slowly, murmuring: "First South Street! That gloomy place on South Street, then the port, the port tavern, you know, the place where we met on the first night, that The old guy doesn’t live far away——”

"The third one is the former site of the Tribunal... You should..."

clatter.

Leather boots for a meal.

Xander suddenly turned around: "Say it again."

Fiennes opened his mouth: "W-what?"

"I say, again, order. You know, the location of the 'Gift'."

The map of Bristol slowly unfolded in her memory. Following Fiennes's urgent expression, Xander Kratof's pupils dilated for a moment.

She joined the team for a reason.

Just like Fernandez always slandered her as the 'Miss Library' - as the granddaughter of a bishop, she obviously knew more about some secret, uncommon or forbidden rituals than her captain.

for example.

"Ritual: Collapse"

This is an incomplete ritual that was recorded in a monastery and lost in history.

A dangerous and ancient ritual that no one has used in a long time.

"South Street."

She raised her leg and pulled out the boot knife. Under Fernandez's puzzled eyes, she thrust the blade into the wall and twisted her wrist.

"Then there's the port."

The second trace.

"Next, the former site of the Tribunal."

The third trace.

As Fiennes talked more and more, the 'marks' on the wall gradually formed a pattern that is familiar to all apprentices——

"The Secret Triangle."

Fernandez leaned against the door, folded his arms and said in a deep voice - The secret triangle is a hexagram symbol composed of two opposite overlapping triangles.

""Ritual: Collapse". "

Xander said as he scraped open the wall with a knife blade, connecting the deep knife marks one after another.

They seem to encompass all of Bristol.

This is an…

A ceremony that covered the entire city.

"Collapse."

Roland heard the tremor in her voice—but couldn't tell whether it was fear or excitement.