The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 260 Ch259 In the Cave

Chapter 260 Ch.259 In the cave

Tick tock.

The cave was dyed green by juice, and drops of blood rolled down the stone platform in the center of the lake into the dark lake.

Tick tock.

The white wings that are not stained by dust are like long soft silk robes rolled with cold dust in the winter. One by one, they are withered and incomplete scattered around. It is like an artist taking off his clothes. The gray-white mist is like a film fixed in this sacred cave. .

"He is the master of controlled fire, the incorruptible fountain of life after death, the guide of the radiant path..."

The blond man kneeling in the center of the curved stone platform lowered his head and recited silently, silently reciting some prayers that he didn't understand at all, but seemed to be 'supposed' to be recited this way.

The prostrate believers do not prostrate to him, do not prostrate to the beast with wings on his legs like a pet.

They bowed to the golden sanctity flowing out of the beast's blood, and offered their faith in the heaven they would see after taking the amber treasure——

Bristol, after thousands of years, finally heard the sound of the sleeping sound of the only true god in the sleeping world.

"The benefactor."

They chanted in unison.

"Father of All."

they whispered.

"The one true God."

The torch he was holding was swaying, illuminating the black iron chain on the arc platform and the thick iron ring that went up to its neck.

It was like a docile pet with the head of an eagle, gray-white wings, and sharp claws. It gently rested its head on David Cromwell's leg, and whined from time to time——

The priest then stroked it gently.

Its head, its neck and its gorgeous wings that are as soft as silk and woven with gold and silver threads.

It curled up on its knees, lying like a cat, the tips of its ears were white, with star spots shining on them - it was restless, its amber eyes turned around, occasionally raising its head, in the firelight and prayer Staring at the man touching himself.

its owner.

David Cromwell.

"It's about time, isn't it? My gift..."

There is no greed in the eyes of men, and you will not find greed in the eyes of the pious.

The humanoid beast let out a short scream.

It means recognition.

"They are very important, aren't they? A gift from God the Father..."

The beast's eyes flashed with cunning, and he shook his head slightly.

But the next moment, it was tightened by the chain around its neck!

Tighten tightly.

It began to struggle like a captured bird, and its screams were no match for the steady, continuous cycle of prayers.

The thick feathers as long as the fingers were torn off in the struggle, accompanied by blood and painful wails.

David Cromwell only held the chain-shaped black strange thing with an expressionless face and looked at what was under him. This represents the highest and holy summoned creature of the Holy Cross, such as the most obscene prostitute encountering the most rude evil. Struggling, resisting, suffering, and begging for mercy.

It could not hurt the owner of the chain, just as it could not help telling him all the questions he wanted to ask.

"Do you want Dwinson, or Kratofer, or Collins."

the man asked.

He pulled the beast up from the ground, carried it up, and asked questions carefully and continuously at its shining ears and eyeballs that shed golden tears.

"Who do you want, tell me."

"Who do you want?"

The angel just stared at him silently, crying, and wrapped himself with incomplete wings.

"According to your request, I have completed all the rituals - this great ritual sealed in history. I can't wait to welcome the Supreme Lord to the land where He should have arrived long ago..."

The beast opened its mouth and stared at the half-body corpse not far away.

And a woman's head.

"You're hungry. You're hungry again."

The man loosened the chain slightly, and the next moment, the monster flapped its wings, rolled up a hurricane that could blind people, and pierced the body that was severed from the waist like a sharp sword!

In front of the worshipers who lowered their eyes and sang, the most holy summoned creature of the Holy Cross ate flesh and blood like a dirty wild dog on the roadside.

Carlotta's flesh and blood.

and brain.

"It seems you like the flesh on your face more."

David Cromwell, holding his chain, like one of those London ladies playing with pets, hovered beside the chewing monster: this monster was a gift.

It is his key to greatness.

It is the first step to the Kingdom of God on earth.

It is all of his ideals.

He opened his other hand and felt the tight, dense and resilient mystery from the whole city - this was not his power, it was the ritual, the ancient ritual provided to him by this monster.

"You are the throat given to me by God the Father to tell those pagans the truth of the world."

He knelt on the ground and lovingly stroked the beast whose face was covered with blood.

at this time.

The cave echoed with violent and continuous gunshots.

The explosion of gunpowder frightened the creature that was feasting. It subconsciously spread its wings and tried to leave, but when the chain tightened, it immediately let out a painful wail.

"Don't worry, the person you were waiting for is here."

David Cromwell doesn't know why all this started today - he received the ritual "physically" from the "gift", was inspired by its "wings" to become wise, accepted its tears, and climbed upward.

A routine cleaning, a creaking and dying board, a dangerous fall.

He discovered the monster sleeping here.

I also discovered the real world under the church——

A cave that was excavated and built by someone unknown when.

Perhaps the ritual of imprisoning it had already exhausted its power. Perhaps it was him, David Cromwell, who should have shouldered the important task of changing history this time like Saint Doris:

In his panic, he actually used the strange objects he carried with him to control this weird angel.

A chain originally used to control lower creatures, his only magical object.

This is the choice of the All-Father.

later.

He began to gain knowledge from its skin, gain strength from its wings, drink its tears, and gain the qualifications to burn.

He is not greedy, nor does he think he can open the door to immortality with this weird 'summoned creature' that has been sealed for unknown years.

He had wanted to report it to the Church, to the Council of Truth.

However.

One day, he found several twisted characters similar to it that suddenly appeared in the library.

As time goes on.

More and more characters emerge.

More and more detailed.

"Ritual: Collapse".

This is the choice of the All-Father, isn't it?

He must have decided his destiny, and it will be up to him to start the true holy world with his own hands.

"Destroy all infidels, and mankind will forever be bathed in the glory of the Benefactor - we will no longer have deception, pain, and sorrow. Stay away from evil thoughts and have mercy in your heart."

To this end, David Cromwell spent a long time wooing the temporary head of the Maelstrom, taking advantage of the loose yet united nature of this sect to squeeze out other pagan cults in Bristol.

until today.

Carlotta was completely useless.

"But why today?"

The man couldn't help but question as he listened to the gunshots getting closer and closer above his head.

He couldn't understand its language and couldn't figure out the limits of its power.

He has too many problems.

for example.

How did this 'angel' come to be that can always exist compared to ordinary summoned creatures?

Why can it appear at night?

Who sealed it in the cave under the church?

Who is the owner of the cave?

for example.