The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 271 Ch.270 The Second Mystical Organ

Obviously, he was not in London.

The ward in Bristol was as simple as Pushou Collins's socks or wool vest.

This room was already considered the "highest level", but you could still see a few finger-sized holes in the corners.

And the tail that flashed through the holes from time to time.

"Squeak, squeak."

The flames jumped back and forth.

Roland finally felt relieved.

Interestingly, unlike the last time he was hospitalized: this time Roland had no gauze on his body, no smelly, dark brown medicine of unknown origin, no wounds, and no pain.

He seemed to be a healthy person who was just temporarily staying in this ward.

He could easily move his wrists, forearms, upper arms, neck, waist and legs.

He could get off the bed and jump a few times on the ground.

Of course he did so.

"You look like a big fool."

"I won't be angry if you say I was like that." Roland tiptoed, bouncing on the ground like a rabbit with blown hair. His hair was loose, which looked particularly scary at first glance.

"It's good to be alive, Wrench."

Escaped from death.

Especially when he had already determined that he was "dead".

"It's good to be alive..."

He clenched his fists, but felt that some part of his body seemed to be "too healthy"...

He lowered his head.

Roland:...

"Isn't this good? Little Roland and Big Roland are both very energetic."

Roland didn't say anything, silently took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and covered himself with the yellowed sheets again.

Only then did Roland have time to observe this "ward" -

It was very narrow.

Rather than saying "room", it should be "a part of the room": it was like a smaller compartment separated from a room that was not big to begin with. There was no table except for a bed.

After getting out of bed, maybe you can touch the door panel after walking four or five steps.

A few limp candles were condensed in the corner, and there was a wooden barrel on the ground.

That's it.

That's all.

Oh, and there are insects crawling on the wall and Mr. Rat and Ms. Rat's family in the cave in the corner.

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I'm in Bristol.

"Of course."

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How are Fernandez and Shandel?

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Before...

"Before, I was blocked, in that "field". I know everything that happened, but I can't communicate with you."

"Roland, you did a good job."

"It's not the favor of fate."

"It's you, you helped yourself and survived."

"You only have to thank yourself, thank Shandel, Fernandez, and..."

The flame moved.

"And someone you will know later."

"You are great."

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Thank you.

Roland pulled the bed sheet.

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But can you calm me down first?

Roland blushed.

He gradually realized that there was something wrong with his body. This abnormality was like the feeling of being full of energy when he just woke up in the morning - but it should subside with the passage of time, not get worse.

Wrench laughed non-stop.

"If someone comes to see you later and they have nowhere to put their hands..."

"How rude."

"Is it?"

"You can tell them: Oh, I just happened to prepare a short stick for you to rest your hands."

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Why can you make a close person hate your mouth so much.

"Look at you, you still say dirty words."

Roland: ...

It feels so good to be alive.

But it's almost time to rest, 'Roland'.

He stared at the quilt.

"This state won't last long. Soon, Roland."

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We obviously have different definitions of fast and slow... Wrench.

"Huh?"

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I won't be like this in the future, right?

"Some people beg and they won't come, you stupid thing who doesn't know what's good for you."

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I only need to bring a cane when I go out, really.

Roland realized that something seemed to be wrong with his body.

Except for ‘Little Roland’, his heart beat much slower than usual, and there was no sign of scarring on the original wounds. His skin was smooth and delicate, just like a pampered young master - including fingers and phalanges.

During his days in the workhouse, he worked a lot.

Roland's fingers should have been covered with thick calluses, and each phalange was much larger than that of a normal person.

But now.

Even and slender.

Just like new.

New flesh.

"... Do you remember what happened before you died?"

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No. I seem to...

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I seem to only remember Haldir's blessing...

"Don't thank the wrong person."

The flame suddenly became strong and condensed into characters.

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"Name": Blood of Ancient Angels

"Type": Mystical Organ (Blood)

"Description": Not those fragile summoned creatures with wings that humans "forged".

Ancient angels.

Since the departure of Saint Delis, powerful aliens have disappeared from the waking world.

These monsters are not holy and do not think they represent the "Holy Cross". They are bloodthirsty and cruel, and have the ability to imitate the power of living creatures by absorbing their flesh and blood.

To tear off steel with bare hands and regenerate severed limbs is as easy as cutting off a human head for these tenacious alien species that are difficult to completely eliminate.

Only a handful of people understand ancient angels and understand the horror of this alien species that has been forgotten in history.

——The most precious thing about them is the golden blood flowing in their bodies.

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"Name": Holy Son

"Description": You, with the blood of ancient angels flowing in your body, are the real 'Holy Son' - the alien species.

From now on, the aliens will have the most basic good impression of you.

You can become enemies, but before that, they won't attack you.

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"Name": Brilliant Blade

"Description": The golden blood is filled with the power of the Yang.

Your blood is more terrifying to negative creatures than holy water - and for some ritualists who control the power of the negative, you will far surpass those white-robed saints or black-robed executors, ranking on their "most disgusted" list top of the list.

Your blood can do everything that holy water can do, including exorcising evil spirits, injuring/killing negative creatures, and being used in rituals.

Note: Whether it is a devout saint or a cultist who serves the Inverted Cross, this blood is no less important to them than the best material on the market.

If you are smart enough, you will not reveal this secret to others easily.

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"Name": 'Pagan'

"Description": Apparently, blood can change a person's body more easily than eyeballs.

They will not flow peacefully in a human body and will slowly and carefully change their home until they are completely comfortable.

——The body carrying blood will gradually move closer to the alien species.

Your lifespan will be greatly extended, you will be able to carry more "secrets", and your flesh and blood will be filled with power far beyond that of humans.

include a certain part.

You know which one it is.

…

…………

Roland quietly read the words in his eyes.

The secret organ…

An ancient alien species that disappeared into history together with Saint Doris.

"Do you have any memories of 'after death'?"

Roland nodded.

He figured the whole thing out now.

The woman whose face can't be seen clearly on the isolated island...

Most likely the owner of the mystery box.

Saint: Delise.

Just like "Dalys's Challenger Mystery", the ancient angels are also left behind by Dalys.

He left a trap, and behind the trap He left a reward.

It's exactly like the name: Challenger.

Those who win the challenge will receive gifts; those who fail will die.

too…

Too frivolous.

Roland breathed a long sigh of relief and recounted his memories of his 'death' in the Black Sea.

"oh."

"You met Delise."

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Why do you sound like you know her?

"You heard wrong."

Roland:......

"So, what do you want to say?"

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Am I the monster who 'destroyed the island'?

"Obviously."

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I'm not.

"Who are you."

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I'm not.

"Who are you."

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I don't...why do I have to argue with you about this.

Roland rubbed his swollen temples:

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I have no reason to destroy the island - if that island means 'the world'.

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I don't like this world, but I like some people living in this world.

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There's no reason for me to do this, Wrench.

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Why do I?

"How would I know. Like I don't understand why anyone would be interested in little boys."

Roland:......

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If I am, why doesn't He just kill me?

"I'm warning you, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

"You know how serious the matter of 'meeting Delise' is."

Roland didn't know.

But he is by no means the destroyer of worlds.

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The saint has found the wrong person.

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Maybe it was Xander or Fernandez who used the mystery box.

Roland wasn't sure.

Flame didn't answer either.

In fact, Wrench knew very well that in that case, Roland must be the one to unscrew the mystery box.

Otherwise, no one could leave the cave alive from the presence of the ancient angels.

This is not a waste of time.

Instead, a whole sleeping world was released.

——And you can see from its behavior that everything is connected.

This is the choice of fate.

The person holding the mystery box must be Roland.

Whether Roland can show the corresponding strength is the test he has to endure: it is the key to death or life.

As stated before.

He survived on his own.

In this boring and indifferent trial.

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wrench.

"Um?"

Roland held the quilt.

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How about saving me first?

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"