The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 259 Ch.258 The "field" covering the city

The Ring of Eternal Silence is not as stronghold in Bristol as it is in London - these ritualists who work with corpses and ghosts don't care much about whether the decoration is gorgeous and whether the environment is comfortable.

But Bristol's was decidedly too crude.

"This undoubtedly means that the light of the Holy Cross shines more strongly on this land."

A dark brown pointed leather boot stepped on the thick blood.

With a hissing sound, he crushed an eyeball that fell out of its socket.

Broken limbs everywhere.

In the stronghold of the Ring of Eternal Silence, in addition to the corpse dressed in black robes and hanging a bone pendant around his waist, there were also many fragments of golden cloaks.

This place obviously experienced a one-sided massacre not long ago.

"Is the ceremonial person of the Circle of Eternal Silence and the Church of Justice." Xander Kratof put on real religious uniforms, replacing the fashionable designer dress that someone admired with simple black trousers.

Wearing a small gray woolen scarf of the same color as her hair, she leaned on one knee and traced her fingers through the blood.

Rub it a few times.

"It won't be long, Roland. If we come a step earlier, we might be able to catch up..."

"If we had come a step earlier, we would have been just like them."

Roland carefully walked through the corpses everywhere, the flames in his eyes roaring like boiling water in a pot - it was not that he had never seen more powerful rituals, such as the one he saw with his own eyes during the healing period, the one arranged by the Immortal Christopher Ryan A powerful and dazzling golden 'egg-shaped' ceremony.

But what was unfolding before his eyes was the most complicated ceremony he had ever seen in his life.

Countless gray lines are indistinguishable from the flames, intertwined and densely intertwined like spider webs. In the cold and decaying ruins, countless invisible and silent hearts are pumping countless times behind the countless lines——

Roland could 'see' them and see the countless tremors in his eyes.

They envelope, extend, reach out in all directions, or perhaps box Bristol in like a birdcage.

Here is one of the six nodes of the Arcane Triangle, as Xander says:

One of the nodes of "Ritual: Collapse".

"I have only briefly studied this ancient ritual, but it is difficult to say that I really understand it." Xander wiped the blood from his fingertips on the sleeves of the corpse, and looked around with his lake-blue eyes, feeling reassured.

They were already prepared before they decided to come here——

The ‘nodes’ of ancient rituals would not be so stupid as to create an altar that a blind man could spot, or an extremely shining ‘holy nail’, or like a cradle of flesh and blood, collecting certain human organs as sacrifices——

They are generally 'invisible'.

That is, it is difficult to achieve the purpose of destroying the entire ritual by destroying nodes.

The reason why they came here is just to give it a try. If they can really find ritual objects such as 'Holy Nails' and 'Blood Sacrifice', it will prove that there is still a chance to delay or even completely prevent the ritual at a smaller cost. forming.

"Looks like it won't work."

Xander was still checking around, but Roland came to the conclusion early - because he could see that those gray fluffy lines did not come from some ritual object: or a corpse, or some blood or silver pattern. .

These ‘floss’ come from the world of sleep.

They arise out of thin air, with no starting point, and the entire stronghold of the Ring of Eternal Silence is shrouded in a layer of gray 'fog'.

Like a thread, also like a squirming insect.

Disgusting.

"What will happen if the 'nun' succeeds?"

Roland pulled up a chair and sat down, then swatted to death two black spiders, one large and one small, that were staying at the corner of the table and were communicating cordially.

"Success comes?"

Xander turned his back to Roland and launched his "secret" checkpoint without looking back: "We will not die. The divine servants of the Holy Cross will not kill children who believe in God the Father."

Roland held his chin, stepped on a severed finger, whether it was an index finger or a ring finger, and rolled it around with the sole of his shoe.

"Oh, then I'm dead."

"Ha..." Xander flipped up his hair, looked back and said with a smile, "I said, none of us will 'die'."

The "Golden Nun" never kills anyone with her own hands.

From the time she became an apprentice to her arrival in immortality. On the long road, I have never killed a single person with my own hands.

"She wouldn't do that, Roland. If you really know the Saints, you know that we usually don't do it ourselves. "

Roland took out his cigar and lit it, taking several puffs of rich smoke. The spreading smoke gradually covered the cold smell of blood in the room.

He raised his head and stared at the ceiling carved with the totem of the bone dove:

"Yeah, you need 'help' from others."

Xander subconsciously touched his collarbone and neck, and some happy memories surged through his brain like a tide.

The girl lowered her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curved in an extremely exaggerated way, and she muttered: "That is the road to salvation that only I can find..."

Click.

He walked quickly into the house with heavy steps.

Kicked the door open.

"how's it going."

Fernandez carried a brown sack, his trousers were stained with blood, and he was dusty from the journey.

Xander and Roland shook their heads at the same time.

"Same as we judged before."

Worst news.

Fernandez was silent and threw the sack to the ground.

Several heads rolled out.

"We can't count on the Supervisory Bureau." He kicked the head with half-open eyes and said with a complicated expression, "This is the detective from the Supervisory Bureau."

"Second ring."

"The second link of the road to "Holy Flame". "

Xander asked whether the head's owner had been killed by David Cromwell or one of his ritualists, or by Fernandez.

Got no answer.

Fernandez just lowered his head and asked Roland for a cigar.

"Even though we can't stop this ceremony, almost all the heretics in the city..."

The captain glanced at the scattered corpses on the ground and planned the follow-up actions: "...Kratofer, Roland. You can just take the nearest train and leave."

He pinched his cigar and walked to the window.

The world outside the curtains is the same as usual.

Pedestrians, carriages.

An orderly, living world.

But soon, when the ceremony is completed and the two worlds overlap, all this will cease to exist.

No need to wait for the waiter to arrive.

The first dream to break into reality will tear most living creatures into pieces.

Xander Kratof and Roland Collins cannot die here.

"Where is Ram Fiennes, Captain Devinson." Xander didn't have much feeling about the executive officer's standard self-sacrifice. He was just curious about the waste who went to the Inspectorate with him - who was being raped? Did he kill, or...

Fernandez tilted his head slightly and took a puff of his cigar, trying to use the smoke to block the teasing sight of a vicious woman.

"...I let him go back to find his daughter."

Xander had an expression of 'as expected'.

She knew exactly what the "Holy Flame" needed to climb up.

Obviously, four rings is not Fernandez's limit.

He can still keep going up.

"At this moment, I don't care about arguing with a loser." Mr. Captain also tried to restore his image as a 'cold and tall' person, and urged the two of them to get out of here, but was suddenly interrupted by Roland on the side.

"Fernandez."

"Um?"

Roland squinted his amber eyes and stared at the empty corridor.

He twirled the silver ring on his little finger.

A huge "field" enveloped the entire city without the citizens of Bristol noticing.

Obviously, there is no 'leave' option now.

"Sixth Ring, Fernandez, Xander. Can the Sixth Ring Ritualist arrange a "field" covering the entire city? "

"How funny, Roland." Fernandez replied casually: "Unless Kratof falls in love with you."

There was silence in response to him.

The captain was stunned for a moment, then swept his tongue over a specially made 'teeth' in his mouth, and his eyes widened.