The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 266 Ch.265 Friends from the Story

Kill these ‘ritual objects’ that make up the occult triangle, that is, the alienated citizens.

Maybe it can stop that angel from being able to maintain this "field" unscrupulously by absorbing the power of the sleeping world...

Then Xander and Fernandez can escape.

"If I could do it..."

Xander interrupted: "To carry out this crazy massacre, there must be at least ten teams of executioners who are well prepared, or...do you have a secret army?"

Maybe I really do.

Roland stretched out his hand and let the small candle wrap around his wrist again.

"If I have a choice, I don't want to die. At least I don't want that lustful Rotten Fire to die with me."

"It's quite cute."

"...a few times."

Roland said to himself.

Xander listened, listened, and suddenly leaned his head on Roland, speaking softly for fear of disturbing a dreaming ear:

"Don't be afraid, Roland."

She could understand a dying man's fear of death.

“We will go to the eyes of the Father of all, to the glorious kingdom of heaven.”

She reassured him.

"After we die, our souls will be immortal and stay with the sleeping god forever."

She touches him.

“We are children of the Father of all, a fire that never ceases to sing to Him.”

She encouraged him.

"We have reached the Executor's end..."

The two people who depended on each other leaned against each other and listened to the girl humming the familiar hymn in a low voice.

The sacred tail is long and endless, suitable for girls with young voices.

Such as Xander.

"You shouldn't have to die with us," Roland said.

He was referring to Fernandez's previous guess: He guessed that Archbishop Kratof must have given the girl something special that could save her life - or whatever.

Of course Xander could hear Roland's subtext.

The girl's tone was incomprehensible and asked: "Why do you think so?"

"He is your relative." Roland replied.

"Why do my relatives want me to live?" Xander asked again.

Roland gave up.

After all, there was an unavoidable name in front of him:

Thales Collins.

"It might be different if you were a boy," he said.

Xander sat up, blinking his eyes suddenly, not knowing why - that old Kratof wouldn't do it because of gender...

oh.

little boy.

"That's the second time, Roland. You just like to tell inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times."

"Do me a favor, Xander."

"Um?"

"I have a pot of flowers on the balcony. There is a deposit certificate under the bed. My uncle is not young, and it is time for him to live a decent life as a rich man. James Jones of Fork County is my 'mother.' The thrill-seeking snitch is always dishonest. A young painter from the Taylor family..."

He rambled on, and Xander held his chin and listened quietly.

Then pick it up at the end of the sentence.

"Roland." There was only sincerity in her blue eyes: "You know, I don't care, and I won't help anyone do such a thing."

indeed.

Roland nodded and stared at the wooden bed where Fernandez was unconscious.

Next to her, Cherry was admiring the scenery outside through another window with her hands behind her back.

The sun passed by the blurred phantom in the dust.

‘You are not welcome here, Roland. ’ She said, ‘It’s too early, dear. ’

Miss Nina wore a nondescript short skirt that exposed her legs. She bent over, trying to pinch Fernandez's nostrils, and then rolling his eyelids.

She seemed a little angry and didn't want to talk to him.

Roland picked up the metal box next to his leg.

On the heavy box, a black line divides the long metal into two sections from the middle.

A small mechanism that can be twisted.

He stood up with difficulty holding on to the window sill.

"The last one, Xander."

The last one.

Xander moved his eyes and stared at the metal box in Roland's hand.

Does it bring death...?

The girl was not willing to interrupt a wonderful and gorgeous ending, nor was she going to give up admiring the fireworks.

All she asked was: "Where are we going?"

"Find the shortest way out of the city."

Xander thought for a moment and pointed in the direction.

She looked at Roland, especially the weird metal box in his hand.

"We will be chopped into pieces." The girl said as she pulled out her gun: "Their spider legs will cut through the roots of your stems like ice knives, and they will cut two pieces of mine..."

"Xander." Roland interrupted her little hobby: "I'm so glad you haven't drank the holy marrow."

The curtains were opened a crack.

There are many monsters wandering the streets.

"What can I do for you?" She lay next to Roland's ear.

"Find a way to lure them away." Roland whispered back: "...If I activate this box, I will definitely be discovered - they are very sensitive to "secrets"..."

"How long do you need it?"

Xander asked.

"Frankly, I don't know either."

Does anyone know when the mystery box will be activated?

"I can only go in person. But if it takes too long, I will die." She came to the door quietly and turned around: "If I die, remember, don't save Fernandez Devinson, don't let He survived. Otherwise our sacrifice only served to bring glory to him."

Roland:......

Xander blinked: "I don't like it. We all die, but he lives. How can this work?"

Take a deep breath and prepare to open the door.

At this moment, a violent explosion penetrated the end of the alley——!

Rumble, rumble, rumble——

This shaking is no less than that of a giant tree breaking out of the ground!

Roland quickly opened the curtains:

Just down the street, in the forest.

A golden flame is burning!

All the monsters that could be seen or unseen roared, and they were attracted and rushed towards the place where the flames were burning - the street fell into a brief emptiness.

Xander squinted at the golden flames climbing up the tree crown and spreading in all directions.

She knows what it is.

"It seems you don't have to die."

Roland took the opportunity to open the door, and after waiting for a while, he stepped into the wild rose bushes.

This place no longer looks like a city at all, but a human ruin that has long since died in history, parasitizing in the vast forest.

As time goes by, it becomes more and more like a real forest.

Nature is replacing the traces left by humans in Bristol.

The "field" is constantly strengthening and expanding.

Xander bent down and tore off a rose and crushed it in his hand, "That angel used Carlotta's voice and power - the "Immortal", which is naturally their eyes and ears. We won't be safe for much longer, Roland. "

She raised her head slightly and looked at the sea of ​​trees in the distance and the rose land connected with the sea of ​​trees: "This may be the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life...the last time."

The warm sun in the sky in late winter gives people a sense of stability.

Two newcomers who just entered the ring should not face such a fate - but who can reason with fate?

Click.

When Roland's hands grasped both ends of the metal box and before he could turn it, the steel needle that popped out instantly pierced his palm.

Like the mouthparts of a flying mosquito that sucks blood.

He could clearly feel that the blood in his body began to slowly move along the blood vessels, preparing to go into the box.

A path covered with flowers appeared in Roland's mind.

As if he was supposed to know this, it only took him a short time to determine what kind of power he needed to solve the current problem.

A power that I don’t know which link it is in, but is described very clearly.

"Friends from Stories"