The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 265 Ch.264 Desperate Situation

What does ‘don’t taste’ mean?

Xander glared at Roland.

"Captain Devinson is absolutely right."

"What?"

"You always like to make inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times."

"Xander."

"Um?"

"The same goes for you."

"I can't, Roland."

"For example, you want me to strangle you to death on a cold and windy winter night...?"

The girl coughed twice and stuffed the ball of gel into the corpse's neck.

"People are always honest before they die, right?" She put away the knife, went to the bed, and smeared the sticky gray glue on her hands on Fernandez's clothes.

Turning on his toes, he walked towards Roland.

She imitated him and leaned against the wall like him, sitting side by side.

He just didn't let his legs go, and his hands were still around his knees.

Two pairs of eyes in the room stared at the unconscious man on the bed at the same time, but no one was really thinking about him.

Roland rubbed the patterned metal box in his hand, struggling a little.

The flames in sight were silent and steady.

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"Name": Delise's Challenger Mystery

"Type": Strange object (alien/ghost/ritualist)

"Description": A strange item made by Saint Delise.

It is difficult for an ignorant person to imagine what a great and learned ritualist can do - for example, create a magical item that allows people to grasp the 'future' in advance.

‘Dalys’s Challenger Mystery’ has the power to reveal this miracle.

Miracles only happen once.

After moving forward and backward, the mystery box will be opened (it cannot be closed before the end).

The user can sense part of the power of his or her path in advance (rings one to ten) and choose to temporarily master a certain one.

Note: There is a certain amount of "secret" stored in the mystery box, but it is not infinite.

Note: When the blood and power in the mystery box dry up, all miracles cease to exist.

Note: This is a rare item that requires no 'extra cost'. Of course, the person who uses it will bloom and wither with the wonder itself.

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This is the strange thing that the angel 'sent' to him.

A magical item that will inevitably die after being used.

Even if he doesn't understand it anymore, he still knows the consequences of human beings without blood - the mystery box can temporarily give him a power that he cannot master yet.

That's all.

What is the purpose of the angel?

'Saint Doris...'

He suddenly thought of Helen Hawkins who died on Golden Island, and what she said before she died: 'Mortal sin', 'Prophecy comes true'——

Then I thought of what the angel said:

‘The fate has arrived. ’

My destiny is to turn the casket in the prophecy, fight, and bleed out before dying in Bristol?

I hate fate, but I must obey it.

How ridiculous.

Roland put down the mystery box and scratched the bracelet on his wrist.

"Wake up, honey."

The slender white snake slowly slid to the floor.

Then, under Xander's surprised gaze, it gradually expanded into a red-eyed python as thick as an arm.

'Father? ’

"Get on my lap."

Little Candle tilted her head and looked at her snake father, feeling that something was not right with him today...

Maybe he'll feel better if you lie on his lap?

Right, right.

Thinking like this, he placed the snake's head obediently on Roland's lap.

"I thought nothing surprising would happen today." Xander looked at the snake and then at Roland. "We have raised a mutant species, Your Excellency the Executive Officer."

Roland gently stroked the smooth and tight scales of the small candle: "I thought there was only one blind man in the room."

Xander smiled: "People don't have to be so honest before death, 'gentleman'."

"I thought you were going to pull out your gun first."

"I am a 'Saint', not a 'Holy Flame'," Xander shook his head: "I do not fully agree with some of the rules of the Tribunal..."

"Like alien species?"

Xander: "For example, apart from burning, there is no punishment for cutting a person alive into bones."

Roland:......

He turned to look at the girl and repeated her words: "People don't have to be so honest before death, 'lady.'" He then lightly nodded the little candle's head, "You should have nothing to do with this "field". Yes or no? "

White Snake nodded.

"Field" is not the world of sleep, not a real dream.

Xander listened to Roland talking to himself, but did not ask about the alien species.

Now there is no need to worry about this crime that is worthy of being burned to death.

"Generally speaking, no ritualist will arrange an extreme "field" without purpose - this will cause them to consume a lot of "secrets"... continuously. "

“The ‘field’ is used to hold ceremonies, it is closed and secretive, it does not need to be too big or too elaborate. "

Xander told Roland that there was a way to tear apart the "field".

Either a great technique, a strange object, or another "field" whose power is not far different.

"Obviously, we have none of the three."

Roland answered slowly.

The "field" could cover the entire city and last for at least several hours. Under this premise, it alienated the citizens who drank the holy marrow...

"Although "collapse" is missing the last step, the angel can still draw strength from the sleeping world. "

Xander is pessimistic about whether they will make it out alive.

"There is another solution that is not really a solution." She said: "Just like what Captain Devinson did before - destroy this ritual. Without the support of the power of the sleep world, its "field" cannot last too long."

Destroy this ritual.

"If the ritual is not completed, it may be destroyed. We don't need to kill the master of the ritual."

Xindel's fingers twirled the gray hair, thinking: "...Perhaps, killing these 'ritual objects' that make up the arcane triangle can also weaken the "collapse"..."

Roland was slightly stunned: "You mean, those alienated citizens."

"That's right. "Xindel nodded, "But I can't guarantee which is more difficult, this or facing the angels directly..."

How many alienated citizens are there in the whole city?

How many do they want to kill?

Fifty bullets.

Suddenly.

There was a rustling sound outside the door.

The two people who were still talking quietly in the last second seemed to be stuck in a clock, and they stopped moving.

They took a light breath, pricked up their ears, and listened quietly to the sounds outside the door:

Heavy footsteps, the click of spider blades across the wall, the sound of dragging, The soles of shoes sank into the bloody mud and then pulled out, making a sticky sound.

Roland gestured to her, crossed her shoulder, turned around and gently used his fingers to push aside a corner of the curtain.

This was also the only moment when he could finally observe this "field" carefully without worrying about attacks, a city that was completely "planted":

Incredibly sturdy green trees rose from the ground, and the canopy that blocked out the sun sprinkled fine golden spots; the coastal city that was originally barren and green has now become a complete original god forest.

But there are no birds singing here, and no animals shuttling through the woods.

Monsters with spider legs on their backs are everywhere.

A thick layer of fine-grained black soil grew on the mud, and on top was a tangled and flat carpet of thorns.

Further up, roses of unknown species raised their heads waiting to be chopped off, and a bright red gathered into a sea.

Their nutrients are the flesh and blood that died around them.

They are more gorgeous when they absorb the flesh and blood of mortals.

When Roland and Shandel rushed out of the church, the city was noisy.

Now, it is getting quieter and quieter.

Because there are only a few real "living people" left.

Roland peeked out the window, and after the wandering monster knocked on the door and the wall a few times and staggered away, he silently breathed a sigh of relief and slid down.