The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 257 Ch.256 The deputy who never causes trouble

Collapse.

How this ritual should be fully manifested in the hands of the ritual performer has no detailed records.

The monastery also collected only a few fragments. It is vaguely mentioned above that the limbs and blood of the devout should be used, and their souls and bodies should be used to show the greatness of the overlapping worlds in the mystical triangle.

The prayers are vague, the rituals are vague, and the effects are vague.

In fact, there are too many lost rituals, leaving only such incomplete fragments for the ritualists - either stored in the hidden library of a certain sect, or discovered by some lucky person from secret transmissions.

Important, but of no practical use.

But only a kind of person, a learned and rare kind, can recognize these forces hidden in history.

He collected them, studied them, and tried to understand the mysteries of the past from the dusty history.

Then, wield this absolutely powerful force.

"The Third Great Art: Ritual Magic"

It is the knowledge that Xander Kratof has learned with the help of his unique background and intelligent mind.

The great art allows her to understand the ritual better than most ritual practitioners, understand the origin and history of the ritual, understand the application of materials and those taboo and terrifying powers left in history.

Like this ancient ritual on the wall.

"Collapse"

"As the name suggests."

Xander turned the dagger and stared at the pattern on the wall, his words erratic: "Collapse, that is, collapse, collapse. This ritual does not act on matter, but..."

"The wall itself." "

She used her dagger to draw a long line on the wall.

Then he tapped it with the tip of the knife.

"This is the 'wall' between the waking world and the sleeping world." After saying that, he turned his wrist, leaving more chaotic and zigzag scratches on the line: "Once completed, the 'wall' within the scope of the ceremony will be destroyed."

The walls disappear.

Worlds overlap.

All four people in the room should know what the outcome was.

If the sleeping world and the waking world overlap, the first problem to face is alien species.

Secondly.

The chaotic and disorderly storm of the sleeping world will blow into the face of every mortal.

Finally... and the scariest bit.

Divine attendant.

A servant who serves the sleeping god.

"Saint Delis made the gods sleep. From then on, human beings were free to control their own destiny..." Fernandez spoke in a deep voice about the history that Roland had heard before, and even the apprentices should know: "But once The worlds overlap…”

If the waking world is compared to the land with a dam, the sleeping world is likened to the boundless ocean beyond the dam.

Then "Ritual: Collapse" is equivalent to forcibly destroying the dam and allowing seawater to flow into the land.

In the ocean, the "waiters" who once served on the side of the gods, the almost inhuman existence above the immortals, will be able to land together with the sea water.

Right now…

Advent.

"Why did David Cromwell do this? He is a child of God the Father, senior pastor of Holy Cross, and ceremonialist of the Five Rings..."

Fernandez wondered.

wait…

etc.

waiter.

Divine attendant.

He couldn't help but look at Xander, until the girl showed a gloating expression: "...Believers of the Holy Cross, not only the Tribunal has fanatics."

"I'm surprised you can still joke with me like this now." Fernandez rubbed his face and let out a long breath.

Roland and Fiennes didn't understand what they were talking about.

""Golden Sister", Roland. "Fernandez said.

Golden nun.

A "saint" who once walked the same path as Xander Kratof, a woman who was not satisfied with immortality, crossed the Black Lake in a boat, walked barefoot through the path, and went to the eyes of the Father of All.

"Do you know the difference between an immortal and a servant of the gods?"

Roland shook his head.

Enid had mentioned it to him, but didn't elaborate.

"You can expect kindness from an immortal, be able to trade with him, have conflicts with him, and even have friendship with him - I mean, the immortal is still barely 'human' to a certain extent."

"But the spirit attendant is different."

"They are the manifestation of rules and possess some of the power of gods."

Roland was confused: "...'part'?"

"It's a 'small part'. But in fact, for ritual practitioners of the tenth ring...or the ninth ring and below, they are no different from gods."

Fernandez's eyes flashed with fear for a moment, and he immediately punched the wall, hitting the six-pointed star connected by the dagger.

Bang!

"This madman!"

It was clear what David Cromwell wanted to do.

A cultist of the Holy Cross, a master of the power of the Sun, would never mix with the cultists of the Black Urn and the Cradle of Flesh.

He arranged for "collapse", what else could he do?

If what Xander Kratof said is true, then, apart from the impossible, trying to awaken the All-Father is to welcome the creature closest to a god under him.

"Golden Nun".

He wants the attendants of the Holy Cross to come.

As long as he successfully reaches the waking world, he can definitely crush all heretics in an instant.

Then Bristol becomes the real...

Kingdom of God on earth.

"No executive has ever tried to do something as stupid as this."

Fernandez cursed.

"But I have to say that if David Cromwell's method is successful, it will indeed allow God the Father to show his true greatness on this land." Xander smiled and played with the dagger in his hand, fanning the flames without caring at all. What's about to happen.

Fernandez gave her a sideways glance.

"Kratofer, don't forget, the All-Father is not the only one who has servants."

Once the water surges wildly, the "Golden Nun" is no longer a shark.

"Yes, many people will die, Captain Dwinson." Although the girl tried her best to say this in a sad tone...

But no matter how she looked at her, she couldn't hold back the upturned corners of her mouth.

No.

Not 'many' died.

There would be a meaningless war involving most sects.

Fernandez thought.

"Xander Kratof."

"team leader?"

"Roland Collins."

Roland looked up.

"We believe in God, do what He says, and sword for Him..." Fernandez looked at the two rookies with only one ring, and there was only calm in his eyes: "But this does not mean that human beings need someone who is superior and someone who steals the power of the true God. 's agent'.

"Saint Delise and Holy Cross paid an extremely heavy price to make the gods sleep..."

He looked calm and asked the gray-haired girl "accidentally": "Kratov. What's important is not the waiter anymore, but the waking world and the sleeping world, which must not overlap... What do you think?"

Xander and Fernandez looked at each other for a few seconds, then slowly put away their shining daggers, sighing, and clasping their hands together with a look of compassion on their faces:

"...May the citizens of Bristol meet in heaven after death..."

Fernandez looked at her for a long time, then slowly turned to Fiennes who was aside - this was the reason why he didn't like this 'extraordinary talent' girl.

She is not stable enough and will rot as quietly as the food in the summer kitchen if you are not careful.

You won't find out until you really need her...

It's too late.

Compared to Xander Kratof, Fernandez believes that Roland is much better.

He is stable and has a sense of justice.

Pure and sincere.

It can even be said that, apart from lacking the necessary qualification of "compassion" for "judgment", he is almost a natural executive.

He will not cause any trouble and perform the evil 'sacrament' like Xander Kratof.

Roland never got into trouble.

While Fernandez was deep in thought, Fiennes was about to leave.

Because no matter how stupid you are, you can tell that something big is going to happen.

"I have to first..."

As soon as he bent down, he was about to open the door, but Xander stretched out his leg and staggered him. Then, he bravely received a right uppercut on the left cheek that never caused trouble.

Staggering, he managed to be grabbed by the back collar by Fernandez.

"You are the Executor, Mr. Fiennes, the Executor of the Inquisition."

He lost a tooth and smiled sarcastically. Facing the face so close to him, he shook his head faster than a pennant in the storm: "Former, sir, the 'former' executive officer! I...I will take my daughter with me, and we will be here soon." Leave Bristol...well, I can't do anything, I, I haven't beaten anyone in years..."

Fernandez didn't say anything, just stared at him.

"...I, my wife is dead, and only a daughter is left! Please! Please! Miss, sir, please let me go! I... By the way, I can deliver a letter for you! I will buy one immediately As long as you give me another fifteen pounds for the ticket to London... I'll deliver the message for you, okay?"

"My teeth fell out..."

"Ten pounds will do... give me ten pounds..."

He struggled, but his humor at this moment was not amusing at all.

Fernandez forced a short knife into his hand and watched silently as he pinched it helplessly, with a sad face, begging Roland for one moment and Xander for another, almost crying.