The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 261 Ch.260 Capture

"Welcome my brothers and sisters - can I still say that now?"

Those devout, spider-turned saints lowered their heads and backed away, like dividing water, leaving a path sufficient for David and his pets to pass.

Fernandez, Roland, Xander.

When the "field" covering the entire city was activated, they knew there was no way out.

Die on the platform waiting for the train, or turn around and find this blond bastard and kill him.

Provided that.

They had to figure out how to fight a sixth ring while facing a fifth ring - until they decided to go to the port to deal with the troublesome woman first, until they saw a ruins and corpses everywhere.

Like the stronghold of the Ring of Eternal Silence.

"Listen to me, David. The Holy Cross is one, whether the monastery, the church, or the Inquisition—even the lords of the Council of Truth. We believe in the same true God, and we have the same purpose for His sword or code."

Fernandez's voice echoed through the cave.

"We don't need a waiter, Cromwell, we have brothers and sisters."

Cromwell held the chain and said calmly: "Then, our 'purpose' is different now."

He looked at the angel crawling beside his feet, a well-behaved, holy creature like a pet.

At this time, it was gently pressing its head against his calf in a flattering manner.

"If it is as you say, Dwinson, you and your men should join me." He said: "I killed Carlotta, the heretic who disrespected God the Father. I used the 'gift' ', using the Purists to control the Inspectorate - I even wiped out the influence of the Just Church and the Ring of Silence in this land."

"Dwinson."

He stretched out his hand forward, expertly recreating the gentle expression that made people feel close to each other.

"Why don't you join? Join me and join me to welcome the golden lady."

"He will guide us to create a true kingdom of God on earth in the eyes of mortals..."

"Don't you want to see it with your own eyes?"

Fernandez watched in silence.

He was very lucky to find the broken long skirt and half of the uneaten calf somewhere on the stone platform.

The vine-like blood vessels lost their emerald color and turned into lifeless gray.

Withered plants.

Carlotta.

As he said.

But no matter how hard you think, a five-ring "saint" can't break a six-ring "immortal" into pieces...

Unless he wasn't the one who killed Carlotta.

chain.

control.

Weird, angelic creatures that don't look like summoned creatures.

Struggling and roaring.

Fernandez can probably...probably guess the answer to the mystery.

His pace suddenly became faster: "The Book of Eden does not ask you to create a new god for mankind."

"Of course," David Cromwell smiled heartily: "But don't we have a 'god' above our heads now?"

Fernandez didn't answer.

"This is the last chance..."

"it's a pity."

The spider-turned believers around them slowly stood up, and the spider legs that grew from flesh and blood struck the stone platform densely and crisply.

Click click click, click click…

They gradually gathered around.

"The "Trial" of the Four Rings, and perhaps the "Saints" of the Two Rings, Fernandez de Vinson, I marvel at the courage of the executive - if more than two years ago, those who died with the cultists If you are willing to kneel before me, you might not have to die. "

Fernandez was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "It was you and Carlotta who did it!!"

"Oh, of course, otherwise who else?" David Cromwell said casually as he retreated into the spider cultists: "Because there are always some in the Inquisition who are not clear-headed and think they can survive in the flames. Gain mercy, and your soul ascends to heaven——"

"Except for those who are transferred, there are always those who are stubborn and don't listen to advice...What can I do?"

"If everyone could indulge in their own little hobbies like Ram Fiennes, be obedient, well-behaved, and stay out of trouble...do you think they would still die?"

"Ram Fiennes..." Fernandez became even more angry when he heard the name.

Not to David Cromwell.

It's about the gambling 'former' executive.

shame.

"In order to comply with the regulations and allow the city to have at least one executive officer, I have to pay him an extra salary every week, and I have to ensure that his hands and feet are not chopped off by those at the gaming table. Mr. Dewinson, You see, I guess he respects me more than the Inquisition."

"I paid too much."

He moved his fingers.

In an instant, those ‘monsters’ who could no longer be called humans let out hoarse roars!

Xander shouted.

"Roland!"

On the way Fernandez advanced, Roland and Xander raised their guns left and right - flames exploded on the monster's face and chest, and the roar echoed in the cave, intersecting with the flashes of fire in the darkness. Echoes.

The good news is that spider-turned cultists are still flesh and blood.

The bad news is that their flesh and blood is far superior to that of mortals.

These crazy creatures whose minds and spirits were controlled rushed forward one after another, charging into the gunfire as if they were not afraid of death. The blood that exploded on their bodies even splashed onto Roland's face - it was as wet and hot as humans.

What troubled Roland even more was that their strength was not that great and their speed was also quite fast.

Not as good as myself who had been bathed in the "Sword of Judgment".

But it's hard to say how much difference there is.

"It's really scary. If this thing can spread among humans without limit and be controlled by a certain master..."

Roland followed Fernandez closely, exchanging cover with Xander from time to time to push the bullet into the chamber.

"Are you talking about the "holy marrow" or the gold pound? Xander spoke.

A spider leg passed through the bullet net and instantly pierced her shoulder.

The next second, the girl put a gun to his head.

The bullet tore off his skull.

"You two have to chat at this time?"

Fernandez stared in silence, took a deep breath, and pointed his gaze at the sad and crazy lives in front of him.

Less than half a second.

An invisible force penetrated the opponent's chest and brain like a sharp cone - the cultist continued to run forward a few steps uncontrollably, staggered, and fell at Fernandez's feet.

It shook a few times and stopped moving.

"One of the great arts: occult science", "thorn".

The swarming humanoid monsters waved their spider legs as sharp as knives - either their heads were holed by bullets, or like the previous cultists, they seemed to have hit a sharp thorn that was enough to penetrate their bodies.

They kept repeating the same behavior, ending up on a stone platform or falling into a black lake of unknown depth.

One after another, after another.

Squeeze, pile up.

Blood and corpses.

Soon, after a few, or a dozen breaths, the attack stalled.

At this time, the front was like a hurricane passing by, and there was no longer a creature that could stand and wave its strange limbs.

Fernandez took the opportunity to release his palm and took a few breaths to calm down the boiling mystery - even with the fire support of Roland and Xander, the continuous use of this power was still too much of a burden for him.

There was a moment of silence in the cave.

Referring to David Cromwell, who looked astonished, and the spider believers who followed his instructions.

It seems.

Someone has exposed their ignorance.

"You may not quite understand, 'How can a four-ringed person fight against such powerful and swift monsters as a five-ringed person?'" Fernandez said with a sullen face, imitating Cromwell's tone, with fire shining in his eyes. .

"A ritual practitioner from a poor place who has never seen the world suddenly possesses the power of the five rings..."

He paced, and every time he moved forward, the believers retreated slightly.

"But your knowledge is still at the third ring...the second ring...or even the first ring."

"I'm afraid you don't even understand what kinds of "great arts" there are, let alone the power of "occult arts"... You think that "ring" is everything, right? "

Frightened and angry, Cromwell quickly drew his gun, pointed it at Fernandez, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The sharp arrow-like bullet hit an invisible wall.

The man behind the wall was unscathed.

"One of the great arts: occult science", "Wall".

"'I will awaken the Golden Lady, and I will bring her to Bristol!' Mr. David Cromwell, you are short-sighted and foolish. You think you are the only one who has the most devout faith, don't you?"

"Selfish and despicable behavior."

Fernandez's words completely angered the blond man.

"Selfish? Despicable?" He became hysterical, and his voice was dry and sharp like a violin that could never be repaired: "Only the true God and His servants can be called pure! Human beings are inherently selfish, despicable, and shamelessly greedy-"

"Waiter! The Golden Lady will purify the dark and greedy hearts of mankind! Dwinson, don't you long to recreate the true "Kingdom of God on Earth" in the Book of Eden? ! "

He raised his arms high and saw the radiance of God the Father's mercy in the dark cave!

"Humanity will no longer have lies, deceit, pain, sorrow...starting from Bristol! All false gods will disappear forever under the power of the lady——"

While Fernand was stalling for time, he was slowly adjusting his angle.

He looked at the almost crazy blond man hiding in the crowd, at the chain in his hand, and at the angel at the end of the chain.

Angel's Shadow.

Holy marrow.

Gift.

Ritual: Collapse.

These don't come from a country bumpkin who can't figure out the art of greatness.

Similarly, dismembering a sixth-level "Unfavorable One" with a very strong survivability is not something that a fifth-level "Saint" can easily do...

Especially this five-ring that took a 'shortcut'.

It seems that that chain is the key to victory in this battle.

Seize it.

Not only can they survive, but they can interrupt the ritual that is about to turn Bristol upside down.

The "secret" is getting less and less, and we can't continue to consume it.

Nor could he be allowed to give orders to that angel.

"Don't follow me for a while."

Fernandez looked forward, his voice as thin as a mosquito.

"I will find a way to grab that chain..."