The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 262 Ch.261 Intelligence and Speculation

"Human beings will always have lies, deceit, pain and sorrow, just like humans have eyes and ears, it is inevitable."

"But with your eyes you see darkness or light; with your ears you hear mourning or laughter."

"Trying to solve the problem of human nature by bringing down a woman who may still use leaves as clothes, Mr. Cromwell, you are more lazy than the idlers I saw in the workhouse."

Roland changed the firearm.

"Spider Kiss".

"Blasphemy!" Cromwell shouted angrily: "blasphemy! A blasphemer of the Inquisition!!"

Fernandez sighed silently.

He had already said that the bastards from the Kratof family would teach Roland bad things.

"Let's talk, David." Fernandez raised his hand and glanced at the few spider believers left on the field - to be honest, if David Cromwell could really drink the whole city, Citizens who pass this thing turn into spider monsters...

They can take it easy.

Now it seems, fortunately not.

So this weird 'angel' has its limits.

"You know what it means to be an executive. The worst we can do is die with you -" Fernandez said frankly.

Cromwell raised an eyebrow.

"You don't want to die with us, do you? How long do you think you can compete with us? How many followers do you still have for you to consume?"

"Would your little pet listen to you if it didn't go through that chain?"

This sentence is the most important.

Seeing his eyes dodge, Fernandez became more confident in his suspicion: "Look, if you can order it to kill a sixth-ring ritualist - why, why don't you order it to kill us now?"

"Can you still pay the 'price' of commanding it?"

"You can't, can you?"

Fernandez paused, then walked forward slowly, with a gentle voice, trying not to anger the other person: "I know, you have discovered a "material" that allows ritualists to continue to climb up without qualifications, or..."

His eyes moved towards the angel at the end of the chain.

"Or special summoned creatures."

"This is very good, very good. David. Listen to me: this thing will be the best help for our brothers and sisters - those brothers and sisters who have no hope of promotion, but are still pious and willing to spread the glory of Father God..."

"I know you don't have any evil intentions. You are a truly devout believer."

Fernandez walked as he spoke, and the spider-turned cultists slowly backed away as he approached - low-pitched and roaring, but no longer attacking.

"Don't worry about the punishment, David. What you should think about is the reward."

He pointed at Roland and Xander behind him.

"I'm taking two rookies with me, and I don't want them to die outside the door before they see the truth. And you should also have a bright future - for example, continue to move up, or have the opportunity to truly step into the palace of the immortals. "

His inoffensive words gave David Cromwell pause.

He opened his mouth: "I..."

"No, listen to me, listen to me, friend, my brother. I will note in the report that this special summoned creature has been imprisoned by Carlotta of the Maelstrom for three years. And you, David Cromwell, you saved it."

"You are the savior."

"It was you who brought this miraculous power back to the Church and dedicated it to the Holy Cross."

"You can still stay in Bristol as senior pastor, and no one will hold you accountable for what you did before..."

Fernandez said, never stopping.

He passed through the remaining believers and actually came to David Cromwell.

He was almost convinced.

-

Something feels wrong to me, Wrench.

The flames in his sight were steady and silent.

Roland didn't know what was going on, but he always felt that the whole incident was still shrouded in a white fog...

Can't tell.

"If there is a way to ensure a hit, I can try using Spider Kiss..." Roland whispered.

But the last few strokes of the spider's kiss would kill him.

"I do have a rare object that can accurately target and curse the ritualist. It will never deviate from the target. But that requires an extremely long preparation time..." Xander pursed his lips and smiled, looking at Roland with a vague look. Danger: "The cost of using it is also not small. Unless it is someone I must punish..."

She tightened her scarf, and the smile on her round face was particularly gentle and well-behaved: "For example, a person who disobeys Father God and fails to fulfill his duties as Father God's envoy..."

Roland:......

"I haven't lived enough, Xander."

"Me too, Roland."

It's not normal for two people to chat before destruction comes.

At this time, Fernandez, who was slowly approaching, was rehearsing the upcoming battle countless times in his mind.

He had no intention of letting the other person go.

Cromwell caused the executioner's death.

Killed too many infidels.

Even if word of this reached London, he must die.

Moreover, Fernandez extremely doubted that the ceremony that combined the two worlds most likely originated from the prostrate angel in front of him, not Cromwell himself.

He wanted to get the chain first, and then use the bastard's own pet to kill himself.

"Come on, David."

Fernandez spread his fingers and let the gun in his palm fall to the ground, indicating that his hands were weaponless: "Give it to me, and then, let's leave here together. Give us three cups of hot tea, and wait for me to write a report..."

"Perhaps you long for the purification of a waiter..."

"But why not do it yourself? You can enter the Parliament of Truth and transform Bristol according to your own beliefs and ideas..."

"We have asked the local citizens. They are devout and fanatical about you, the senior pastor who is constantly doing good deeds."

"Your life shouldn't end here, and neither should ours."

"Is it right?"

Fernandez came to Cromwell.

Close enough to see the sweat and tears on his face, his trembling hands, and the dark chain.

"Trust me, David."

"Believe me."

Fernandez stretched out his hand tentatively, but when he saw no response, he continued to move forward.

Until it touches the back of the other person's hand.

My breathing became much lighter.

He stared at the struggling man with his eyes, observing his reaction. Little by little, he slowly opened his fingers and took over the holding part of the chain.

Hold it in your own hands.

There were only undulating breaths in the cave.

very good.

Fernandez thought.

He pulled at the chain and let the winged creature, crawling like a dog, come to him.

"very good."

He said.

"That's it, let the believers disperse, David. Let's go up and have a good talk, and I'll listen to you, okay? Let's discuss how to write the next report, and then have something to eat and two drinks. …”

As Fernandez spoke with a smile on his face, he suddenly took half a step back.

Breathing paused.

"Sorry, David, I lied to you."

Then, he gave the order to the angel.

"kill him."

At that moment, the blond man who had his chains taken away seemed to have lost all his enthusiasm, struggle, anger and hesitation. He seemed to have no emotions at all. He just looked at Fernandez and slowly grinned.

"Me too."

He said.