The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 267 Ch.266 The Distant Creator

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「Name」: Friends from the Story (*Ring)

「Description」: Advanced ability of ‘manifestation’.

Now, the ritualist only needs a thought to invite creatures that ‘never existed in the waking world’ but have ‘extraordinary influence’ to their side.

You can pay a certain amount of ‘secrets’ to make them stay temporarily.

Or, you can pay a permanent price to make them completely ‘born’ in the waking world.

Note: Creatures that have been summoned or born no longer meet the rule of ‘never existed in the waking world’, and you will not be able to summon them again through your ability - but can you become friends with these new residents?

Note: The ‘secrets’ stored in the mystery box determine whether the creature invited has the power it deserves - you can invite a real dragon, or a group of hyenas that share the power of the dragon.

“※: We never fight alone.”

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When the mystery box began to turn, the power opened its eyes.

The crisp sound of the gears seemed to pull the lock of the water storage dam.

Instantly, an invisible storm swept the entire street!

This is a storm created by pure "secrets", like the most chaotic black sea in the sleep world, a disordered dream.

Shandel was shocked by this huge power: she had only felt the power of a storm in very few people.

For example: her grandfather, and, Enid Jutia.

If the "secret" in her body is like a glass of water, then the box in Roland's hand...

is an ocean that is enough for large ships to navigate.

They poured into reality at a speed that Shandel could not react to, transforming this dry space into a swamp filled with water vapor like the sleep world.

"Secrets" are everywhere.

Everywhere.

This is the heaven of ritualists, the holy land of extraordinary creatures, even the dumbest ones can easily manifest their power here...

Even mortals who have lived here for a long time can sense the mystery.

"Incredible..." Shandel subconsciously lowered his arm holding the gun.

As the blood quickly drained away, Roland's own "secrets" were gradually swept into the torrent released by the mystery box.

They were out of control and quickly became active, spreading and condensing, condensing and spreading like the energy that was running wild.

'I want an army. '

Roland thought.

He began to look for the stories that Miss Nina had told him, the colorful and wonderful creatures in countless wonderful worlds in his memory.

'I want those who are accurate, good at killing, strong and good at fighting in the forest...'

'I hope these distant friends will come in this way. '

'They are as light as birds, and they will not make a sound even if they step on dead leaves; they are the best hunters, harvesters, warriors, and all in one. '

'Their knives can split the hardest armor, and their arrows can penetrate every pair of eyes. '

'They are the best friends, warriors who will never betray, and nightmares of the enemy. '

In the marshland, Roland erased the shadows in his memory that were enough to shatter the earth or cause a tsunami.

Then, he began to call a group of elegant but arrogant creatures.

Shandel looked at Roland.

He stood there.

His black hair and torn windbreaker were shrouded in soft and hazy gauze.

The white gauze killer.

It was foggy.

The originally clear sky seemed to be poured into a cocktail with mixed colors. Purple and red, green and emerald, the gorgeous colors took away the position of the sun, and the dreamy spots of stars formed a long and wide galaxy, running through the sky above Bristol.

She vaguely heard the singing.

The inexplicable ancient ballads and the dewdrops under the starlight played together, and the figures emitting hazy halos walked quietly in the woods in the lushness.

Someone looked at Shandel.

Those were a pair of eyes that traversed the vast sea of ​​stars and mottled history.

The great power released by this metal box actually affected this "field".

Shandel took a half step back.

Those shadows wearing hooded cloaks gradually condensed in the starlight and walked in the fog.

They stood quietly beside Roland. When the wind blew up the robes or hoods, the girl could see the pure long hair and light-cast scales underneath.

And pointed ears.

Alien.

Alien again.

The girl moved her mouth, but her dry throat could not make a sound. She squeezed the wound on her palm to bleed again.

Too...

Great.

The white veil killer.

Artist.

The apostle who called the alien...

Or...

Their gods.

The trembling of reaching the peak of holiness made Shandel kneel to the ground completely.

The wet roses beside her calves silently expressed that a fallen soul with good and evil intertwined finally determined the goal of her life's passion-

Not the "father" who only stayed in the "Book of Eden" or sculptures and portraits.

Not the woman named "gold".

Not alms, blessings, holy white socks and intimate mass.

She found the subverter of this world and common sense.

This true sin that betrayed justice, piety, and holiness, a monster covered in holy veils, hiding in the most glorious and pure house.

Great.

Roland Collins.

You are a great sin, an enemy in the mouth of the crown god of this world, and an unforgivable sin.

Shandel couldn't help but clasp his hands together and pray in this cold mist:

"Father God, the Benefactor, the only true God who created all things."

"I pray in your eyes, praying for a servant who can be favored in your eyes..."

"I almost held the holy staff and was taught by the Immaculate Conception..."

Xindel looked sad:

"But I'm afraid you have to save me!"

"Save me from the filth of the world!"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I will have to commit adultery with those who associate with alien species!"

"This is something I can't stop!"

"Father God..."

"Please send down the oracle quickly and kill this dirty, lowly, and obscene blind man!"

"Kill him! It will save me from being defiled, losing my virginity, shedding blood, and forever away from your glory and mercy..."

She spoke more and more anxiously, almost crying.

She cursed and worried.

But gradually, the sadness only existed in the sound of her throat.

Her tears were not as wet as the soil beside her.

——Pious or not, good and evil itself, seemed to be a very important game for her.

She enjoyed it and enjoyed it.

Roland…

Collins.

Shandel Kratov watched in fascination, watching the figures in the mist increase in number.

They just stood there, as if blending into the surrounding trees, grass and flowers.

These aliens seemed to be born into nature, and their tall and elegant shadows made no sound when they were still.

"l síla erin l e-govaned vn (When we meet, there will be stars shining)."

The leading alien took off his hood, revealing beautiful soft golden hair.

He was tall, with a pair of piercing blue eyes. He carried a bow on his back and a long-handled sword hung at his waist.

"Haldir greets you, the distant creator."

His sweet voice sounded on the wind.