The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 269 Ch.268 Final Blessings

Roland made the right choice.

Elves are indeed the best choice for the current desperate situation - there are many of them, and each one is highly skilled.

But the "secret" in the mystery box...

It can't last much longer.

"This power is nowhere near what we would otherwise have."

Over time, these monsters along the road became stronger and stronger; on the contrary, the guards around Roland, including Haldir himself, were visibly weakened.

"Sorry, Haldir."

"You never have to say sorry to an elf - only those greedy stone heads grunt like porcupines and disrespect their Creator."

Greedy stone head?

Roland knew the grievances between the two races, and he couldn't help but smile: "Fortunately, I invited the first-born children."

Haldir was very calm: "Those stone bumps that are not as high as the table are of no use. I advise you -"

"Roland."

Xander suddenly pointed at a certain giant tree that was falling into powder.

"look."

The green canopy seems to have been splashed with acid. These giant plants that live in spring and summer finally begin to feel the coldness of winter - they are dissolving, withering, and collapsing.

Roland could see those gray-white velvet threads cracking and breaking extremely quickly, and then the world began to shake.

“The ‘field’ is becoming increasingly unstable. "

This proves that the elves' attack worked.

He grasped the casket and raised his head.

The stars meet the setting sun.

If they could look at it from a high place, they would find that there were many spider web-like cracks in the entire dreamland.

With the death of each ‘ritual object’, the slender pointer began to move towards the other end of the scale as the ritual was not completed in the first place——

"We need to speed up."

Roland looked solemn.

He didn't know what the angel had planned, but now, he had rushed to his certain death - he had to make some money back, right?

At least send Xander and Fernandez away safely.

Just as he thought.

The next section of the road becomes extremely difficult.

Those alienated citizens seemed to be going crazy, swarming in from every street, every alley, from rooftops, treetops or rose bushes!

They are not afraid of pain or death, and they go forward one after another.

Even if the elves wield their swords with all their strength, the 'land' squeezed by the 'tide' is getting smaller and smaller.

The power of the mystery box is slipping away.

So is Roland's blood.

They were almost at the point where they would get off, the only station in Bristol.

That's also the edge of the entire "field".

A huge city wall rising from the ground, tangled with green vines.

Roland could no longer feel the existence of his legs. His whole body was so cold that he seemed to be blown away by the cold wind.

Haldir asked another elf to support him, and then he supported him again. Finally, carry him on your back.

They galloped through death and limbs, each one covered in their own blood or the blood of monsters.

Casualties began to appear among the elves' ranks.

First there was a ranger - the monster that suddenly flew towards him was cut in half by the flashing sword light in mid-air, but after he landed, he pierced the elf ranger's heart with his sharp spider legs.

Next, came the guards wielding broad-bladed swords.

In order to save Xander, half of his neck was bitten off.

Once it started, death completely followed.

The further forward you go, the fewer elves there are.

These brave creatures who were not afraid of death turned into a faint mist after death, surrounding Roland.

"We are not truly alive, Creator."

Haldir wiped his blood-stained eyes, and his dazzling blond hair became dull.

He opened the way at the front of the team, and the gaps in the armor like works of art were filled with alien flesh.

"We are just a memory, a phantom, a non-existent guardian condensed by the secret treasure in your hand."

He worried about this distant Creator, fearing that he would be saddened by it.

"Human grief does not cost us our lives," Rowland said.

Haldir kicked off his boots, pulled out the sword that had penetrated deeply into the monster's belly, and chopped off his head with his backhand: "That's more tragic, isn't it?"

"you're right."

They finally reached the towering wall of trees.

The good news is: this hard, moist 'plant' is slowly dying like the entire forest.

The bad news: slow down.

"I don't know how much longer I can hold out, Xander."

The elves cut off the vines and roses that grew wantonly, those plants whose colors looked particularly dangerous and could not be named, tore open the cloak, and gently placed Roland on the polished bench.

(Fernandez is thrown to the ground next to the bench.)

"I felt like my blood was being sucked out of me."

The mystery box is so vivid.

Piping hot and soft.

There was even bronze liquid dripping onto Roland's boots.

It's melting.

"Fate will not extinguish a flame it favors, Creator."

Haldir didn't care about Roland's weakness at this time. He was as weak as a truly weakened human being, not even as tenacious as those goblins - he didn't care.

Because not all ‘human beings’ can possess such great power.

The great do not know their own greatness, and the evildoers never think that they have done evil.

The cold wind blew through the cooling blood.

Haldir thrust his sword into the ground and came to Roland.

He knelt on one knee.

His fingers gently stroked Roland's drowsy eyes:

Those eyes were as beautiful and noble as the long hair of the White Lady, shining with the light of the sun and the moon, with gold fragments flowing in them.

"The star of Eärendil will always shine, and all evil and darkness are just insignificant things."

"The beauty of light and sublimity will last forever."

He said softly.

"Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya. (May the gods protect your journey in the world)"

He read a long passage.

Then, he carefully moved his palm away.

The young man in front of him lowered his head, his black hair drooping, and he had already fallen into a long sleep.

His hands were riddled with holes from the iron nails that popped out of the box, and they were almost ulcerated.

But he still held them tightly.

Even if the heart would slow down and stop beating.

Haldir stood up and took a few steps back.

Salute this distant creator.

Then, draw the sword.

Facing a lush place, with a heavy expression.

"What language is that?"

Shandel tiptoed past Fernandez, sat next to Roland, hugged him, and put his head on his shoulder.

"Elf language." The elf didn't even look back, the blade of the sword flashed.

"Oh, is it a death prayer?"

Haldir smiled.

"No, it's a blessing. It's a blessing that we look forward to meeting each other next time."

Creak.

The tiny sound was finally captured.

The remaining elves were facing a great enemy - their remaining little strength could not fight against this dangerous creature:

The monster with white wings.

The angel walked out of the woods.

"Forward!"

Haldir shouted!

His chest rose and fell, and the last energy of the puzzle box accumulated into a storm, with lightning and thunder in the sound.

"Forward! Firstborn!"

They stepped together, the leg armor hit heavily, and the last clang sounded!

"Forward! Warriors of Lothlorien!"

Haldir found that his arms were beginning to blur, and immediately swung his sword and rushed forward!

"Face our enemies!"