The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 430 Ch429 Flame Sculpture and Iron Cavalry

Chapter 430 Ch.429 Flame Sculpture and "Iron Cavalry"

"Name": Flame Sculpture

"Type": Great Ceremony (Father of All Things/Benefactor/First Ray of Light)

"Description": Mortals cannot look directly at greatness.

Ritualists who master such secrets can carve power into the carrier.

When mortals who are not favored by the mysterious look directly, their fate will be like the feather of the flaming heart.

The power only affects a target once.

After the ritual is completed, the caster himself will be weakened (the time depends on the depth of the carving).

Note: This power will also take effect on the ritualist, but it may only be a small punishment.

Note: Few ritualists would take the initiative to punish mortals in such a 'costly' way. Usually, they will be 'branded' in some forbidden books or materials in the library, giving those unruly little mice a memorable lesson.

'Read me, mortal. ’

‘The internal organs are sparkling. ’

…………

…

Old Moore's body was rolled up with only a mat. When the long night is over, he will go to where he should go tomorrow.

Roland told Peggy about the "Fire Sculpture".

It is worth mentioning that the girl who had never asked Rose and Roland about their "path" unusually asked them what kind of path they were on, how many links they had, and whether they had the key to fighting the real ritualists. strength…

as well as.

Do they dare to actually swing a knife at a baron.

Old Moore's death seemed to make her make some kind of determination——

Even though she tried her best to hide the sadness on her face, the thing was still like the white blood left by a man in the seafood. Even if she didn't bend her wrist to catch it with her palm, she could still see traces of it as she walked.

Rose, Kingsley, Roland.

They can all see it.

The silent roar in Paige's calm inner lake.

"Fire carving."

She kept repeating the name.

"Maybe Mr. Street is just going to teach me a little lesson," she said to herself.

indeed.

She took them to the nearby town, to the patients' square, to the sheds, and most importantly, to the factory where the 'mine' was processed.

Can't hide it from Henry Street.

This is a warning.

She looked at the body covered by a straw mat, and seemed to hear her brother's frivolous teasing voice from afar:

This is the price of not being nice, my dear.

She should have opened the letter.

"Fire carving..."

Rose walked around the counter, poured a glass of wine, put it in Paige's hand, and turned upstairs without saying a word.

Everyone didn't sleep well that night.

At midnight.

Roland put on his coat, pushed open the window, hooked his palms on the edge of the window, climbed up to the roof, and jumped from roof to roof.

As clever and silent as a cat that sneaks out from the crack of the window for a walk when it's bored at night.

He stopped on a rooftop higher than the tavern.

Stomped.

I found a place that was not loose and sat down, with my legs hanging out.

He rubbed his hands, took out the cut cigar from his arms, and lit it with two matches.

Shaking his legs, he exhaled white mist.

"At least Innstown has nice weather, compared to London."

A silent shadow appeared behind him.

"Perhaps everyone has his own disaster."

The visitor said.

"My friends and I are not big fans of riddles, so sir, let me tell you the truth. As Rose's protector, it seems inappropriate for you to see her involved in a rebellion."

"The Street family affair shouldn't be called rebellion, Mr. Collins." The man in the cloak smiled: "At best, we can only say - that family really doesn't stop."

"That's it?"

"It's not too respectable for a noble, but it's just...that's it."

The cloaked man seemed to understand Roland's 'ignorance', and patiently said: "This throne will never be left to the bottom of the lower class, even if they dirty the seat with their faces - but if they are of the same blood..."

"This was just a 'family dispute'."

"I think you don't know yet. The Street family's titles are quite special..."

Roland held a cigar in his mouth, picked up a stone, tossed it twice in his hand, and threw it into the street.

There was a snap.

"It just so happens that I just heard about it recently."

"That's good." The cloaked man said in a gentle voice: "This incident will give the lady the "influence" necessary to advance to the next level - the second level of the "Secret Scroll" requires such an "influence". "

“This is definitely a great opportunity.”

The cloaked man said: "Don't you hope that Miss will become stronger and go further on this road of witnessing the truth?"

The moon is bright and bright.

The black-haired young man under the silver light was holding a cigar, and the thick cigarette butt dimmed and lit.

"Of course," Roland paused, "If this is your 'truth', of course I hope it."

The cloaked man chuckled: "Then you have to show your qualifications to ask me to tell the truth."

Roland stood up.

Sparks burned fiercely.

In a shining moment, the cloaked man saw a pair of golden eyes!

The next moment, the dagger tore through the wind and came roaring!

Qiang——

He had no weapons, or rather, the common daggers, iron staffs or scimitar swords - this cloaked guardian actually wore a pair of gloves embedded with metal.

When he held the swung blade, the sharp edge tore through the deerskin.

Revealing the silvery metal inside.

"A good offense." He praised, "But it's not good enough."

Click.

With one force, he actually crushed the dagger!

Roland stared and held his breath. When he ducked to avoid the fist swung over his head, he pulled out another dagger from his waist and stabbed him in the abdomen!

The other party floated away from the silver arc drawn under the moonlight like a piece of paper.

"The Seventh Crowned God: Hand of Strife."

"The "cavalry" who started the war, the "assassin" who controlled the shadows. "

He strolled around the courtyard, hands behind his back, pacing beside Roland: "Just one ring of the 'Iron Cavalry' can greatly improve the physical quality of the ritualist. We are as fast as cheetahs and have extraordinary healing powers. "

As he spoke, he suddenly came forward and punched Roland in the chest!

While the black hair was flying, his calm golden eyes were facing the fist and at the same time, the tip of his elbow pointed at the eyes of the cloaked man——

Then, it was easily blocked by the 'metal hand'.

"The second ring of "Iron Cavalry" greatly improves physical strength and endurance. At the same time, we are very good at running and have..."

He pushed up, and at the moment Roland lost his center of gravity, he punched him in the abdomen!

"It also possesses extremely terrifying explosive power."

He didn't give his 'enemy' time to breathe, and followed the retreating figure. After pushing away the dagger, he pulled his arm back - the arced fist should have been easy to dodge, but there was some illusion, that arc The line seemed to twist for a moment.

The trajectory is blurred by space.

then.

The arc becomes a straight line.

A punch hit the unprepared young man in the face.

He fell and rolled and almost fell off the roof.

"At the third level of "Scout", we can use "Secret" to briefly penetrate into the future to predict the enemy's movements in the next second -" the cloaked man twisted his wrist, "Our eyes can see better. Far…"

He suddenly raised his leg and struck the half-kneeling young man like an axe!

It was still the same weird attack - his leg bone should have collided with Roland's forward-facing knife tip, but when the space was distorted, the oncoming cloth pants made a sound of wind, as if coming from another dimension, passing through like an illusion. Roland's dagger.

Throw it directly over his shoulder.

Bang!

“When we attack, there’s never an obstacle.”

He watched the wounded young man stand up again - even so, he did not pull out the pistol at his waist.

The cloaked man's eyes flashed with appreciation.

Calm, decisive, and clearly judged the degree of danger.

He and he were not fighting to the death.

"At the fourth level, the "Iron Cavalry" will have a special power - the secret armor. "He revealed the secret without reservation: "We can solidify the "secret" in our face and form an indestructible armor. "

"At the same time, it can also release the "secret" in the body instantly through roaring, creating a huge knockback effect. "

He slowly stepped forward, pulled Roland up, and handed him a handkerchief, gesturing for him to wipe the corners of his mouth.

“By the fourth ring, it’s difficult to induce the ‘Iron Cavalry’. The ritualists of this path are very good at frontal combat... If you are unfortunate enough to encounter it, you must know that you must not give them a chance to attack——"

"Like the Holy Flame, Your Majesty the Executor. "

He tilted his head and looked at the young man who was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"You should have the power. The power to kill your enemy before attacking - I mean, a real fight to the death."

"Me? You should have realized that I'm just a second ring." Roland rubbed his face, lowered his head to find the unextinguished cigar, blew on it, and held it in his mouth——

This behavior finally broke the man who had maintained the mystery throughout the whole scene.

He let out a short breath of surprise.

"Mr. Collins..." He hesitated.

Roland pinched his cigar, showed him the label, and said bitterly: "This one is extremely expensive, it's a limited edition."

"As an...apology, can I give you a box...?" Mr. Cloak looked at his arrogant appearance and had no choice but to be polite.

"OK."

Mr. Cloak: ...

OK?

"Ahem, I don't smoke often, but I know about Golden Smoke. This thing...this thing is a limited edition. It should not be expensive, right?"

"Thirty pounds a box."

Mr. Cloak: ...

"I can give you one."