The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 258 Ch.257 David and Carlotta

"They found the Holy Essence."

"I know."

"You know? I don't think you understand anything! David Cromwell, I warned you not to give that thing to a mortal - why didn't you wait until we reached the Nine Rings...or the Tenth Ring?"

The frustrated woman's voice gradually became shriller.

"Now the secret can't be hidden!! Stupid! Stupid! I have never seen anyone more stupid than you - how should I face the questioning that comes later?!"

Bristol.

Holy Church.

One floor underground...or shouldn't use 'floor'.

This is a huge underground cave.

Damp, dark.

Stalagmite dripping water fell on the burning torch from time to time, making a sizzling sound.

A black lake surrounds the platform.

"I betrayed Eve! I betrayed the sect! Cromwell! Because of your stupidity!"

In the face of the rebuke, the priest in white uniform still smiled and walked among the believers kneeling at their feet.

"You betrayed the sect not because of me, Carlotta."

Cromwell came to the end of the stone platform.

Next to a huge, dark iron cage half as tall as a man.

He bent down and touched the cold metal intimately.

"Because of your greed. Carlotta, you are a greedy person, greedy and never satisfied."

His blond hair still shines, but it is inevitably stained by shadows in the swaying firelight: "You have got enough. If it weren't for me, how on earth would you be able to push open the six-ring door?"

The woman in the dress kicked the cultist next to her legs, and her voice echoed in the cave: "The Maelstrom will punish me. Cromwell, I will hand over all your secrets. This is the consequence of your stupid actions—— I am a sixth ring...and they won’t treat a sixth ring harshly. Do you know what will happen to you?”

"The Holy Cross is different from the Maelstrom."

The threat of weakness.

David Cromwell concentrated on observing the panting creatures in the cage, with a smile on his face.

Weakness has become Carlotta's background.

Because power comes too easily.

She didn't know what a price it would cost to pursue the truth, the truth left behind by the great and only true God who created all things.

She only needed to lie down in a soft room, be served by others, and drink the gift. In less than three years, she transformed from a third-level person who could no longer climb to a sixth-level person with outstanding talents in the sect.

She holds a sharp blade in her hand, but is as dull, ignorant, timid and weak as a child who has never seen a real war.

Not knowing how to use her powers, she used her musket as a cane.

Actually…

All she had to do was pull the trigger gently.

"Is it that difficult? Carlotta?"

The woman behind him obviously didn't understand.

"What on earth are you going to do, David...why? Didn't we agree?" Carlotta softened, trying to persuade Cromwell, a pious man who had never been understood: "We agreed Let’s keep this secret together until we reach the ninth ring..."

"Even ten rings."

Upon reaching the Immortal, Carlotta will no longer be restricted by the Holy Essence - she will travel through the world of sleep, and both her soul and body will be immortal.

At that time, her agreement with Cromwell was complete.

This is how it should have been (she believed that the Holy Essence could at least send her to the ninth ring).

But not long ago, Cromwell began to shut himself up and no one could see him.

At the same time, the ‘holy gift’ gradually spread.

among the citizens.

She had thought it was one of his followers, a member of the church.

Now it seems, obviously not.

Half the citizens of Bristol drank from the marrow.

"What are you going to do? Once the Holy Cross knows about it, we may lose it completely..."

The woman looked at the iron cage in front of Cromwell.

In that iron cage.

A winged creature crouched in the shadows.

Its head is like an eagle, its feet and hands have been replaced by sharp claws, and its legs and arms are covered with silver-white scales.

The iron cage was littered with scattered, blood-stained feathers.

"I want…"

"Complete what a believer should do, Carlotta." David Cromwell turned around, and his once gentle and charming smile became eternal in the firelight.

He raised his arms!

"Praise be to the Father of all things! The benefactor who gave me life! The all-knowing, all-powerful, and only true God!"

A radiance appeared around him, and the golden flames seemed to have taken away the light of all the torches in the cave, drawing them all to him.

In the dark and damp cave, a bright sun rises!

The dazzling light disperses the shadows.

Carlotta also saw a scene that terrified her——

Those believers who were kneeling on the ground were twisting and struggling. Under the skin, something kept squirming, moving faster and faster, piercing the skin from their legs, waist, shoulders and back, making it wet. stretched out.

Like gray-white spider legs.

Countless spider legs that make up the wings.

The spider legs burst out of the body.

"You...you...did..."

Carlotta waved her arms subconsciously. She had no idea what the man who had given her the Holy Essence and brought her new life - what on earth was he going to do?

"We...we agreed to continue..."

In the dazzling firelight, David Cromwell smiled brightly: "The ceremonial person on the path of 'saints' never 'says good' to anyone, Carlotta. You don’t think that just by kneeling at my feet and licking my vagina, you can make me look at you differently, do you? "

He walked slowly among the clicking spider legs, looking at the woman who was trembling slightly with fear with gentle eyes.

"Oh, right."

Suddenly I remembered something.

"After delaying for so long...hasn't your 'little pet' arrived yet?"

Before she finished speaking, Carlotta's expression suddenly changed, as if the 'cowardice' just now was just a spontaneous and boring performance - a cruel smile appeared in her eyes covered with green threads:

"Already here, David."

Rumble——

Under the water of the cave, countless green vines covered with needles burst out of the water!

These stamens with sharp teeth and covered with thorns are like dexterous and fierce giant pythons, biting the mutated believers into pieces.

The cave was shaken by the impact, and powder fell like a waterfall.

"You may not be aware of the difference between the six-ring "Immortal" and the five-ring "saint". "

Carlotta picked up her long skirt and walked among the broken limbs.

There are more and more vines that move according to the will without instructions, and gradually cover the entire cave into a lush green plant nest——

Due to the power of a certain ring of the "Immortal One", they were quickly ripened, multiplied, and the colony expanded, and then their weird roots became even weirder.

They no longer avoided the blazing fire on the cave roof.

They begin to have a weak resistance to fire, and as time goes by, this resistance becomes stronger and stronger.

A sweet smell permeated the water vapor, and the snarling cultists who had not yet been crushed by the vines kept roaring. They saw their throats begin to melt, revealing bright red squirming flesh.

This is the power of the "Unfading One".

They are excellent botanists, and at the same time, they are also excellent pharmacists and poison makers.

And "saints"?

The "spark" above the head in the cave?

no.

The true power of saints lies not in the power of manifestation.

Only when they reach the sixth ring of "spiritual mentor" can they be truly respected. Then, the seventh ring of "injections" and "petri dishes", and the eighth ring of "grievance" - but currently except for the "golden nun" in long history Apart from a certain bishop, there are no truly powerful ritualists on the path of "saints".

But David Cromwell was right.

Carlotta is indeed greedy.

But at the same time, she also considered herself a kind and cooperative ritualist - at least she never thought of killing David Cromwell until he spread the secret to everyone.

Now, things are clearly different.

She must hold onto the source of the Holy Essence to avoid subsequent trouble from the sect.

Or perhaps, not only would she be able to get away with it, but she could continue to be a walker in Bristol.

"Give it to me, David."

Carlotta came to the man.

The swarming plants filled almost every inch of the cave, like a dense snake's nest.