The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 81 Ch.81 Four Rings: Flag

As far as that report was concerned, Mrs. Kate Pacetti's local reputation was indeed positive.

For a mistress from a lower class background...

Xander Kratof still knows how difficult this is.

Poor and respectable woman.

"You have not allowed your brilliant mind to distort your good heart, Mrs. Pacetti."

Xander praised softly and bowed slightly: "I respect you, and I hope you will be blessed by the Father of All Things and everything will go well."

Kate Pacetti held the handkerchief in her hand, bowed with red eyes and returned the greeting:

"Everything is going well with you, Miss Kratove. What I wished for has been achieved - burying my mother and letting her sleep in the eyes of the Father of all things; repaying the kindness to the gentleman who was kind to me and spending the rest of my life repaying his kindness - "

"Every day I spend now, I hope to make myself and him happy."

"I can't ask for anything more."

Roland rubbed the spider kiss in his hand, his expression condensed.

"Kratofer."

"Be alert."

Before he finished speaking, there was a familiar knock on the door.

Knock knock——

Pasetti was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the maid's wrist with a nervous look on her face, "It, it's here again!!"

"Don't worry, ma'am. It'll all be over today."

Xander and Roland stood up and opened the curtains.

On the lawn not far away, there was a sharp black shadow.

It tilted its head and looked at the two people directly in front of it suspiciously: Fernandez and Crow holding guns.

It seems to express a kind of doubt.

Aren’t you going to learn to dance today?

A translucent blurry figure floated beside the crow, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his skirt was floating.

'It will be over soon. ’

Xander murmured.

If the purpose of this alien species' existence is only for 'teaching', then Fernandez and Crow can kill it in just a few minutes...

Without ceremony, it would still be fast.

And indeed it is.

When the cryptic instructions were passed to the ghost, it clung to it like a gust of wind: firmly trapping the slender-limbed monster with its arms.

Immediately afterwards, there was a torrential rain of gunshots.

Each bullet left a trail of pale smoke, and the bullet line was dense. The second it erupted from the muzzle, it penetrated the darkness of the night, and the target was riddled with holes.

They poured out continuously like splashing water, passing through the ghost and exploding violently on the black shadow——

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Shadow was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the direction where the bullet wave was coming from.

It hugged its face and roared loudly as if crying!

Xander Kratof turned his head and looked at Roland. Just like yesterday, he lowered his hand and squeezed Roland's thumb, then opened it and held him again.

"Xenomorphs are uncontrollable, like broken water pipes."

"You know it's never a good thing once two worlds overlap. What's more, we don't know when they will go crazy and cause greater casualties..."

"It is the executive's duty to eliminate them."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief: "This is a lesson for me, right."

"right."

Xander glanced out the window.

"Kindness and fear, the Executor has no need."

"Although we all rely on the radiance of the All-Father, the ritualists of the Tribunal obviously need a clearer mind, greater courage, and a colder heart."

"You can't be afraid of a monster, much less sympathize with it."

"Otherwise, the unlucky ones will be human beings, ordinary people with happy or unhappy lives and happy or unhappy families."

"Don't be too curious, you are just an apprentice, just wrap yourself in "secret". "

After Roland nodded thoughtfully, Xander returned his gaze to the battlefield with satisfaction.

"You are obviously worried about the bullet money."

-

I'm hundreds of pounds in debt, wrench.

The gunfire exploded like thunder, and the fire ripped through the twilight crepe.

With his heart roaring and pumping in his brain, Roland felt as if his body and soul were derailed - he wanted to fight, open the window, jump out, draw his gun, and aim at the alien species.

An invisible force excited and roared in his ears:

‘The pain of burning! ’

‘I am the Holy Flame! ’

Roland gasped violently, and a few drops of sweat slid down his forehead.

His hands began to tremble, as if he no longer felt tired at this moment - because his will was shouting loudly!

‘The flesh turns to ashes! ’

‘I am the Holy Flame! ’

Roland immediately closed up the mystery, trying to wrap himself up with it to a limited extent - at this moment, a soft and gentle warmth came from the thin palm holding him.

Like a warm spring that was longer than the blood vessels and flowed from the fingertips, it tinkled and slid through Roland's heart.

brain.

Or soul.

"This is the power of the four rings."

To Roland's ears, Xander Kratof's voice was much clearer than the gunshot.

"Fernandez de Vinson, fourth ring, flag."

Xander said.

"Brilliant Victory: Creatures marked by the Ritualist will permanently maintain high morale in battle and strike fear into their enemies."

"Guide: When attacking, the ritualist can hit all the attacks of the marked target at one point."

"It seems that the captain's guess is correct."

This alien species can absorb the secrets in the "field" and confuse the rituals, but it is obviously unable to seize or confuse the power of the "path".

That belongs to the ritualist himself.

At least it shouldn't have such power now.

"The captain is trying." Xander said: "If it can even absorb the "secret" that the ritualist relies on to activate its ability, this alien species will become a "big sin". "

"A major crime?"

Roland remembers…

Nina.

Miss Nina mentioned it.

"Let's put it this way. Once it becomes a 'mortal sin', then it is the enemy of the entire Holy Cross - and the enemy of most sects."

Xander looked at the alien species outside the window that was gradually dying, and said slowly.

"If it could absorb the Secret at will and use it as fuel for its ascent, believe me, Collins, it would ascend to immortality faster than a poor man freezes to death." "

Roland: "When you put it like that, I'm a little confused about who is faster."

Xander was amused by someone's sudden 'seriousness' - it was also at this time that she discovered that the hands held by the two people had never let go.

She grabbed Roland first, and unconsciously, she was grabbed by Roland again.

Xander pulled out his hand in surprise, and suddenly realized that his behavior was really 'impolite'.

"Sorry, Collins, I, I should have been earlier..."

"Thank you, Kratof." Roland shook his head slightly and stared at the battlefield that was about to end: "Without you, I would have been inspired by our 'smart and clever' captain to rush out."

"Your captain with an intelligence of 5 has promised that you are not required to go to the battlefield."

“…It’s the right thing to do.”

Looking at Roland's calm and peaceful face under the light, Xander gradually calmed down.

"This is what I should do, Collins."

"Thank you is what I should say."

Xander rolled his eyes.

The battle started as quickly as it ended.

The continuous gunfire pushed the black monster dancing in the night to a certain limit.

Its slender arms began to drip, and its tall body became shorter and shorter.

It cannot tear apart the entanglement of the spirit body. Except for bullets, the invisible curse makes it weak and painful.

It seemed to know that this would be its end.

then.

It looked towards the glass window.

Behind the fogged glass, there was a pair of eyes watching it from beginning to end.

One side is warm and peaceful, while the other side is full of flesh and blood. They looked at each other amidst the gunfire.

"Kill it!"

Fernandez noticed the alien's movements and feared that the man who was about to fight back would have blue veins popping out and shouted!

"storm--!"

Under the black dome, Roland actually saw a hazy but visible 'wind' appearing on the horizon - yes, it quickly gathered on top of Fernandez's head like a cumulonimbus, changing from gentle to violent, and then...

Coming roaring——

The wind is strong!

The hurricane roughly kicked up the dirt, the turf. They embraced and surrounded the man in the eye of the wind, making him seem like a giant hammer standing in the storm - when he took a step forward, every step seemed to be struck by an invisible blade.

He almost crushed the dirt in front of him to reach the alien species.

"Look directly at me—!"

"Chubby!"

A hurricane is approaching.

The tall man's roar mixed with the roar of the storm, breaking through the dark clouds.

Xander let out a sigh of relief.

it's over.

The monster outside the window lowered his head.

Crying.

Amid the hail of bullets and storms, its wails grew quieter.

It gently twisted its remaining arm, turned around, faced the window with only a gap, and faced the eyes behind the window.

Caressing on the chest.

then.

It actually bent slowly towards the glass window.

Just like an actor taking his last breaths on the stage, with the grand gunfire as bright as day as the curtain and the storm and thunder as the applause, he bids farewell to the familiar audience forever.

When he bowed, his body was chopped into pieces by the storm, like misplaced pieces of wood collapsing.

Only the white mask that serves as the 'face' remains.

After the stars became clear, the smoke gradually dispersed by the wind.

All that remains is the devastated land that has been torn apart by hurricanes.

And that mask.