The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 263 Ch.262 Seriously injured

"Me too."

David Cromwell's words were like a switch, activating the winged creature at Fernandez's feet.

The chain failed!

It jumped up from the ground and sent its claws towards him!

When Fernandez grasped the other's slender arm covered with scales, he was horrified to find that:

The power of this summoned creature could almost easily crush him...

How is this possible? !

He bathed in the "Sword of Judgment" twice, twice, and this winged summoned creature could never resist him who had bathed in the great ceremony twice--

Crack.

The angel broke his arm easily, and then several sharp claws pierced Fernandez's lower abdomen like daggers.

"Storm!"

Fernandez used all his strength to hold its arm, and a sharp blade that spread out in an instant spurted out of his mouth-this was the secret organ in the abdomen, the power of the owl beast that controls the hurricane!

The storm surrounding the body almost instantly chopped up the spider-like believers around, and not even a drop of blood could splash before it was blown away by the hurricane.

The angel folded his wings and held David Cromwell in his arms. The wings, which were as soft as silk, were as hard as iron at this time. In addition to the blades in the hurricane, the clinking bullets hitting them only left the clanging sound echoing in the cave.

"Fernandez!"

"Don't come over!"

Fernandez roared in the storm!

He would not let Roland and Shandel get close, otherwise, they would be swept into the hurricane first and blown to pieces by the sharp storm.

However, the battle would not go on as he imagined:

Among the layers of wings, the amber eye calmly observed him.

Then.

He suddenly pulled out his arm, drawing a long line of blood! Then, he rushed forward and smashed Fernandez out with his wings!

Bang.

He fell on the stone platform, rolled a few times, and stopped at the feet of Roland who came.

The storm was extinguished.

Blood gushed out.

Shandel immediately stepped forward and pressed the desperate wound with both hands - but she was only a one-ring, and a one-ring "saint" could not make Fernandez fight again.

"It can only stop the bleeding temporarily."

Roland stood up with his back to Shandel and raised the spider kiss.

At this time, he and Shandel were the only ones on the stone platform who could fight. But facing a five-ring and a monster that could instantly injure a four-ring...

It can only be the spider kiss.

There is no other way.

Roland watched David Cromwell bend down to pick up the chain, stroking its head as a reward, and showing Roland a playful expression.

He definitely knew the result long ago.

A creature that could easily injure the executive officer.

Even in a head-on confrontation, he was fearless.

It was like a game with a huge disparity in strength.

He raised the handle of the chain and showed it to Fernandez, Roland and Shandel.

Then.

Gently let it go.

When the chains fell to the ground, the winged monster was still as obedient as a well-trained hound.

"When there is insufficient intelligence, we can only rely on experience..."

He said.

"Wrong, Mr. Devinson."

"Obviously fate is on my side."

"That is the fate that falls on my shoulders and opens a new world."

He admired the man who was screaming and pierced, and watched him cough up blood.

He liked this scene.

The surprise when victory is in hand.

"Because despair is the background color of the waking world."

He was immersed in the glory of the Lord, like a sacred tyrant, holding a chain in one hand and a book with gorgeous and beautiful mass characters in the other.

"The Lord is the Lord of everyone, and there is only one father for all things."

His performance can no longer be described as crazy.

Because when the waves know what they want to destroy, the sudden disaster in the mouth of humans is just a part of its predetermined destiny.

"I won't kill you, kid, I won't. Just like the lady. I want you to witness it with your own eyes, witness His coming with me--"

"A real kingdom of God on earth!"

The passionate voice echoed in the cave.

"Come, come, come quickly! I've waited too long... too long!! Gift, great gift, tell me, it's time, right? Right!!"

The man kept pulling at the chain, like a soldier who couldn't wait for a wild woman to warm him up, unbuttoning with one hand, holding the scimitar with the other hand.

He kept pulling until the angel crawling at his feet screamed.

"Yes... very good... yes, yes... hurry up, finish your mission... isn't this supposed to be your mission?"

The angel fell to the ground, sweeping the blood that Fernandez had just shed with a slender frog tongue.

"The blood of the "Holy Flame", right?"

"I've finished it, completely, finished it, right? ! "

Cromwell stared at the angel, watching it lick the blood clean, and then asked.

"I'm done, right? I feel it, I feel it..."

The power from the dusty history.

He opened the robe on his chest like showing a tapestry with a summer style, showing the deep and chaotic knife scars on his chest to someone who didn't exist.

A holy creature that feeds on blood, a pure creature with wings on its back and scales on its skin that shines with white light.

Drank enough blood.

Suddenly.

It held its belly and wailed.

Something rolled up from its stomach.

thin and long. It's about the size of a palm, passing through its lower abdomen, chest, and neck.

It spit out from the mouth, covered with transparent and sticky silk liquid.

It is a slender metal box.

David Cromwell was delighted!

He didn't even want to pay attention to the two people who were trying their best to drag Fernandez away. He bent down and carefully picked up the box covered with mucus like a holy baby.

He couldn't notice the trembling of his hands, and the long bells of heaven seemed to ring in his ears.

Never before had such a huge amount of power condensed into one point.

box in hand.

"From now on, there will be no other sounds in the world."

he murmured.

Click click click click…

David looked up following the sound.

The mouth of the cave in the distance.

The two people supported the injured executive and made the last useless struggle.

Where else can you escape to?

"Why not witness the arrival of the lady?"

When everything was settled, David Cromwell felt unspeakable uneasiness: he didn't know how to face the lady who was coming. As the key to the door of heaven, he hoped to get this only one. In the presence of God the Father -

He is the senior pastor of Holy Cross.

Or a future archbishop.

The true master of the kingdom of God—the master who is only beneath the lady.

He wanted the light to cleanse the dirty hearts of mortals.

But at the same time.

He also wished that he could sit in the higher chair in the glow.

That's not a contradiction, is it?

"Heresy of the Inquisition."

He said.

Raise the sacred object in your hand high.

He knew that all the power of this ancient ritual must come from this box.

He fulfilled all the conditions.

Now, he wants to use this great power to smash that wall.

"I beg you! Great "Golden Nun"! The mouth of heaven that never speaks! The crowned one! The scepter of thought! "

"I worship——"

Sizzle...

"I--"

Sizzle...

The sound of breath and liquid covered his unfinished words.

David Cromwell saw his own legs whirling around.

own shoes.

His teeth hit the hard stone platform and two of them fell out.

My vision seems to have never been clearer and clearer than now:

He was hit by something and flew into the air.

Below, is the black lake that is forever silent.

thump.

Roland stood on the steps and saw the headless corpse spurting out blood and falling down.

The head was kicked into the lake by an angel.

Two pairs of amber eyes stared at each other from afar.

Then.

It shook off the sharp claw that severed David's head, bent down, and picked up the box made of unknown metal on the ground.

Roland turned around, only to find that green vines had covered every inch of the cave at some point - they appeared silently, but they had already blocked Roland and Xander's last escape route.

Perhaps just a few seconds ago, they were manipulated to produce sharp needles.

This reminded the two of them of a woman from a certain maelstrom.

"Roland..."

"Don't move, Xander...don't."

Sharp steel needles were pointed directly at their eyeballs, necks and hearts.

The two rookies stood still in place like stone sculptures.

It only took a few breaths.

The angel dragged his wings and landed lightly at the foot of the stairs.

The snake-like plants seemed to be afraid of it, avoiding it and leaving an upward path for it.

It was at least eight feet tall, and the cowardice, pain, and pet-like temptation in the dark golden eagle eyes were like an unreal dream.

Roland tightened the sweaty grip, raised his wrist, and quietly raised the muzzle of the gun.

He knew that if he pulled the trigger too hard, the spider's kiss would kill him—but not before his head was sliced ​​off, too.

The angel looked at Roland quietly, completely ignoring Xander and the dying Fernandez.

It spoke, and the voice was very familiar.

Carlotta's voice.

Yeah, it ate her, with her power and her voice.

"*****" said the angel.

Xander didn't understand.

But Roland can.

it says.

"Don't be too busy hurting yourself."

then.

Open your palms.

The metal box pushed towards Roland.

"The fate has arrived."

The amber eagle's eyes are as deep and calm as a cold pool.

"Destroyer."