The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 49 Ch49 Rain of Apples and Champagne

Chapter 49 Ch.49 Rain of Apples and Champagne

"Apprentice."

"Will you join us?"

In the fire, the man grabbed Roland's neck and lifted him up lightly.

Roland struggled to pull his palm, his legs kicking unconsciously.

Strength is not his strong point.

"Listen..."

"Someone is playing the flute..."

He stretched out his long tongue and wrote something on Roland's face with the tip of his tongue.

"Join us..."

"What the Father of All Things can't give you, the Mother can give you, but we..."

Roland knocked his fingers hard and got a breather: "No problem, I'll join! Don't kill me!"

This made the cultist stunned.

Both sides looked at each other and fell into silence.

"Unpredictable development."

Indeed, this cultist never thought that he would get a positive response-usually speaking, shouldn't it be 'die your heart, evildoer! Even if I die in battle, I will return to the Eden of the Father of All Things' or something like that...?

"Roland, you should find a chance to leave."

"You can't save them."

At this moment, the floating words suddenly became sharp.

"You should leave."

The flames became sharper, and they expanded more and more in sight.

This means that it is serious.

"You won't be stupid enough to confront a ritualist who has entered the circle, right?"

"Survival is the most important thing. You still have a chance to retreat."

"Next, do as I say:"

"First, cut off his hand."

"Then move. You should have noticed his flaw - he can't run fast."

"There are five spider kisses left, enough for you to hold him for a while."

"There are two good meat shields in the bathroom. Use them as targets, and you should be able to get away with minor injuries - he can't catch up with you."

"Do you understand?"

"Do as I say..."

"Roland?"

Roland opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The cultist curiously closed the distance and leaned his ear over.

"Dying struggle -"

Puff.

Roland put one hand around his neck, making a hugging gesture, and held the dagger in reverse with the other hand, firmly fixing the blade into his brain.

The dagger pierced his back from the back of his head and stirred it a few times with its sharp edge.

He melted again.

The blood was roaring.

Feeling that he had been deceived, the cultist erupted with anger like a volcano. He turned his hand into a hard awl and stabbed Roland's lower abdomen fiercely, and then swung it hard.

Bang!

Roland smashed the door panel and rolled into the bathroom.

He felt that his spine was about to break, his lower abdomen was cold, and wet liquid kept flowing out.

When Roland was thrown in, both women let out short and sharp screams--

Beatrice squatted on the ground, and Cherry used this time to smash the glass in Beatrice's hand and picked up a piece of glass as a weapon.

"Roland!"

Cherry crawled over and held Roland's hand. After finding that his lower abdomen was bleeding, she hurried back to find a towel.

"You are the weakest Burner I have ever seen."

The man stepped on the debris to approach, and the blood on his body kept twisting as it flowed, as if it had activity.

Roland panted: "...You are the most handsome cultist I have ever seen."

"Repay evil with kindness, have a pattern." The flames were weird.

Miss Nina said that sincerity is the best weapon.

"You have learned her ability to joke at any time - don't you plan to live?!"

The pale white font appeared more and more frequently, almost jumping out of his sight.

It has never burned so vigorously.

Wrench, I found his weakness.

Believe me.

I have a way to...

"Bullshit!"

"It's an illusion that I can kill alone. Why don't you use the two God-given targets?"

"Roland?"

The white flames burned more and more vigorously, and the font became larger and larger.

The cultist looked at the stunned Beatrice with interest, then looked at Cherry who was glaring at him, leaned over, grabbed Roland's neck, and lifted him up again.

"I haven't killed the Burner yet. Ladies, have you ever killed anyone?"

He rubbed his lips, watched the boy struggle in his hands, and a cruel smile appeared on his face: "You can at least see it with your own eyes..."

At this time, Cherry suddenly shouted to the outside of the door.

"Mingsi!"

The cultist also turned his head.

A hunched, tiptoeing man was about to slip out of the door and leave the hall.

Mingsi Chloe.

His suit was tattered, his hair was messy and scattered on his forehead, and his arm seemed to have been scratched by a sharp corner, bleeding a little.

Overall, he didn't suffer any serious injuries.

"Damn it! You--" He was furious when he saw that he was discovered: "You bitch!" He turned to the cultist and bowed flatteringly: "You can do what you want... please..."

"Save me! Mingsi!"

"Shut up! You... sir, just let me go... I didn't see anything..."

"Mingsi..."

The cultist watched the nodding man, watching him move step by step, nodding, sticking to the wall, bowing and leaving the hall.

He turned back and looked at the dazed woman with a playful look.

Cherry was more desperate than ever before.

And at this moment, she found that Roland kicked her lightly with his heel.

Suddenly, a cold object fell into her skirt.

It was wrapped in multiple layers of thick skirt pleats and bounced twice by the bustle, making no sound.

"Then we're the only ones left."

The cultist turned back and stared at Roland, who was turning blue, and allowed him to put the dagger into his own again——

No.

This time, Roland didn't aim at the head or neck.

He cuts off the cultist's hand and lets himself fall to the ground. Then, he clawed at the carpet with both hands and crawled out.

A long trail of blood was left behind.

Survive, struggle.

To stay alive.

Weak creatures.

The man dusted his shoulders leisurely, and when the blood solidified into his palm again, he followed him slowly like a cat playing with a mouse.

From this angle, he was facing Roland, but his back was to Cherry and Beatrice.

"I have seen many Burners, but you are the weakest."

"what's your name?"

"Maybe I should give your head back to your...siblings?"

He stepped on Roland's hand and squatted in front of him, watching him struggle weakly like a fish in the desert.

The man laughed loudly and tilted his head, admiring the beauty he had created.

In the flames, his second layer of skin fell off again.

Revealing the third face under the skin.

"you--"

"It seems you still don't understand the greatness of mother, apprentice." He rubbed his hands, picked up a serrated steak knife from the ground, and turned it around.

"I'll peel your face off."

"If you are not dead, I will spare your life."

He flipped Roland over and made him lie on the ground facing the ceiling. He gestured with the tip of the knife towards Roland's face, as if he was considering where to strike.

"I don't have much time, let's get started quickly."

Suddenly, he noticed that Roland's expression became extremely calm.

Those amber eyes stared at him, as if penetrating his body, looking farther away.

"I changed my mind." The cultist said with a sullen face.

"First dig out your eyes..."

He raised the knife.

boom--!

Before the sound reached his ears, a bullet from behind drew a bright silver trajectory.

The rotating bullet penetrated the back of the man's head, crushed his brain, and opened a buttonhole-sized hole in his forehead.

Some gray-white liquid with powdery residue flowed out of the hole.

He shivered a few times, his arms and thighs twisting and twitching.

He subconsciously wanted to hold on to something and tried to stand up, but his body fell to the other side.

The table was turned over, letting the porcelain vase and flower basket fall on the carpet.

then.

Boom.

He fell to the ground, struggled for a few seconds, and made no sound.

"As expected, I am only immune to perceived attacks..."

Roland turned his head to the sky and muttered to himself.

"You almost died!"

The swaying words covered almost the entire field of vision, merging into exclamation marks that magnified and then magnified in Roland's sight.

Then, like a tantrum, it all disappeared like a burst of bubbles.

"Roland!!"

Cherry held Spider Kiss in one hand and Beatrice in the other, and staggered over.

The shot she fired from behind saved Roland and herself.

"A well-placed shot, Detective Cherry."

"I told you that when I was young, my father often took me to hunt... how long has it been since I hunted Roland!"

She dropped the gun and knelt beside Roland, covering his abdomen with her hands, tears falling one by one.

She was crying and cursing, at a loss, and her hands were covered in blood.

Roland was a little numb from the pain at this time.

His mind became extremely active, and his soul seemed to have left his body and was no longer restricted by flesh and blood.

He suddenly remembered something.

"Cherry, there's something wrong with that gun. You may experience some slight discomfort, such as paralysis, dizziness, vomiting, convulsions..."

"vomit--"

Roland:......

Cherry:…

He sighed.

Beatrice crouched on his other side.

The girl with a dusty face stared at Roland's face, as if she knew something big had just happened, and she obediently wanted to help wipe away the blood - but before her hand touched Roland's face, she shuddered.

"Roland."

She slowly changed her position, from squatting to sitting on her knees. Looking at the boy who was lying on his back, tears rolled down her face.

Roland:?

"It's raining on me."

Roland:......

Did you... make an agreement?

"It's such a different way to say thank you."

wrench.

Do you have a cleaning function…

"Stay away from you."

"Besides, don't you like the rain? You still promised it before."

"Tell me, Roland."