The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 264 Ch.263 Situation

David Cromwell was a complete idiot.

He was tricked by a summoned creature.

There is no such thing as advent - what "golden lady"?

What the 'angel' is waiting for, what he wants to accomplish, the fate he longs for after awakening from the seal...

who is it?

Xander wiped away the blood that slipped over his eyelids, and then picked up Fernandez's Roland.

A humorous drama.

Appearing on the stage are the three executives investigating the Angel case, the fanatic who thinks that no one knows his plot, the greedy person in charge of the maelstrom who thinks that Gao Huan is emboldened, the hundreds of thousands of grateful citizens, and the ignorant and fragmented aliens. Believers.

And, the starting point of the conspiracy: that 'angel' - is it an angel?

The blue eyes of Lake Zendel shine with the halo of the sun.

She looked at the young man running staggeringly in front of her, and an inexplicable tremor penetrated her brain from her toes along the nerves.

She guessed that she might be involved in a huge conspiracy that spanned time.

And the target of the conspiracy...

"We'll die here, Roland."

Xander said.

——Bristol is like a complex and colorful garden under the sunset, with roses and thorns that bloom to the extreme falling into the mud of flesh and blood.

When do you feel that there are too many people in the city?

when they become enemies.

Murmurs came from the stumps and scraps of flesh.

vaguely visible.

‘True or false. ’

The dead groaned in unison.

‘Death or life, life or death. ’

The living shouted loudly.

Not just the cultists in the cave.

Anyone who has drank the "Holy Essence", and all citizens who have been given this great gift by David Cromwell, are now transformed into monsters with spider legs on their backs.

They massacred the citizens who were unaware and perhaps thought it was an ordinary day. They came in groups, burning through every street, every house and every corner of every house like a stream of hot boiling water——

There was no place in Roland's sight that was not burning with flames.

The characters are scattered and fragmented, and I don’t know who said them. After a few breaths, they will not be spoken again.

'monster--'

a woman shouted.

'Charlie——'

Whose name.

'dad--'

Whose child.

These monsters roam the rose bushes, looking for something to make the red bloom more blooming.

Such as blood and bones.

They are as disciplined as hounds, fearing neither pain nor death.

Unlike David Cromwell's cultists: they had no training in combat, and perhaps had never even heard of the Ritualists - but they were far more terrifying than those cultists.

Wild animals are born to use their claws and teeth to hunt.

They are born with it.

"We're going to die, Roland."

Xander gently tightened the gauze around Fernandez's waist and abdomen.

Single story wooden house.

The temporary stronghold that Xander found - since they were 'released' by the angel, they fought their way out.

Here, perhaps, is the end.

Single story wooden house.

The family of three in this house had many holes in their foreheads and chests.

The wife and child were dead in the bed, the husband was in the living room - with a sickle in his hand. In the corner of the room, a monster with its head cut off was twisted and motionless.

"I never thought we would die together, in Bristol."

She came to Roland, raised his two arms like playing with dolls, and tore open his pants to check the wounds on his body.

Then comes the top, front and back.

The gauze she brought with her was used on Fernandez and Roland: she cut the affected area with a sharp, paper-thin knife and sprinkled a few drops of holy water.

"It's not a big problem."

Roland turned his wrist, nodded briefly in thanks, and then focused on his firearm again.

He couldn't use "Spider's Kiss" to deal with those alienated monsters. He had to ensure that his backup weapon could be effective in every attack.

“Wish we had a police station nearby.”

Roland piled the bullets on his body on the floor one by one.

"Very far, Roland."

Xander answered softly.

She was using the knife that had just cut Roland to cut the monster dead in the corner.

If you want to obtain more weapons in this not-so-prosperous coastal city, the police station is undoubtedly the best choice.

"How many rounds of ammunition do you have left?" Xander asked.

"ten…"

Roland counted the yellow soldiers piled beside his legs, "Twenty...thirty."

"Thirty rounds."

Xander silently cut off the monster's spider legs, held it up with a scarf, held it up in front of his eyes and observed, "I have twenty rounds left."

Fifty rounds of ammunition.

Definitely not enough for them to cross half the city.

Moreover, judging from the situation just now, if the number of monsters exceeds a certain number, there is no way for two people to ensure their own safety.

This is how Roland's wounds came from.

"To be honest, I originally wanted to use Fernandez as a shield." He joked and glanced at the unconscious man on the bed: "He is 'thick' enough."

Xander knelt on the floor, cut the spider legs into small pieces, and poured a few drops of holy water on them.

"Captain Dwinson will thank you when he wakes up...but seriously, I quite agree with your 'original' idea."

The gray-haired girl turned her head and glanced at Roland, her expression not joking: "We will die here, do we still care what we did before we die?"

Then, without waiting for Roland to answer, she turned back to continue cutting the monster's body.

"This is no less than steel." Shandel changed the subject, raised a spider leg and swung it playfully in the air, knocking the shell with her dagger.

The sound of ding-dong.

"Don't try to block with your weapon, and don't use it to attack." Shandel put down the spider leg, raised the dagger, and stabbed it into the corpse's arm.

She used a lot of strength to stab the blade all the way in.

"Not as good as the "Undead". Similar to the "Emerald Skin" of the second ring of the "Unfading One."

This is already bad enough news.

Whether it is Roland or Shandel, they can kill this alienated humanoid monster in a one-on-one or even one-on-many situation-but this is a city.

Who knows how many more there are?

They are going to the police station, what's next?

How long will the "field" last?

When will it be noticed?

Can they wait for support?

In other words: Will the angel who could easily seriously injure Fernandez let them wait for support?

Roland fiddled with the warm metal box in his hand, while Shandel continued to cut the monster with a knife.

The two people in the room were unusually silent.

Ten minutes, or twenty minutes later.

The nurse finally cut open the monster's head.

She held out a ball of grayish-white gelatinous substance.

Shaking it in her hands.

"This is no longer a brain." She gently kneaded the wet and cold thing, just like an experienced farmer stroking the soil that could make him rich and humble or poor and humble.

The girl pinched off a small ball of grayish-white gelatinous substance and wiped it on the cracked floor.

Shiny.

"They are no longer human beings."

The girl held it close and rubbed her nose.

"Don't taste it." Roland reminded softly.

Shandel: ...