The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 257 Ch.256 The Deputy Who Never Causes Trouble
Collapse.

There is no detailed record in any book on how this ritual is to be fully performed by the ritualist.

The monastery also collected only a few words, which vaguely said that the limbs and blood of the devout, their spirits and flesh, should be used to show the greatness of the overlapping worlds in the secret triangle.

The prayers are vague, the rituals are vague, and the effects are vague.

In fact, there are too many lost rituals that only leave such incomplete fragments for the ritualists - either collected in a sect's hidden library, or discovered by some lucky person from secret teachings.

Important, but of little practical use.

But only one kind of people, a learned and rare kind of people, can recognize these forces hidden in history.

He collected them, studied them, and tried to understand the mysteries of the past from the dusty history.

Then, wield this absolutely powerful force.

"The Third Great Art: Ritual Magic"

This is the knowledge that Shandel Kratov has learned with the help of his unique background and intelligent mind.

The great art allows her to understand the rituals better than most ritualists, understand the origin and history of the rituals, understand the application of materials and the forbidden and terrible powers lost in history.

For example, this ancient ritual on the wall.

"Collapse"

“As the name suggests.”

Shandel turned the dagger, stared at the pattern on the wall, and spoke vaguely: "Collapse means collapse. This ritual does not act on matter, but..."

"The wall itself."

She drew a long line on the wall with her dagger.

Then he tapped it with the tip of the knife.

"This is the 'wall' between the waking world and the sleeping world." After saying this, he turned his wrist, leaving more disorderly and zigzag scratches on the line segment: "Once completed, the 'wall' within the scope of the ritual will be destroyed."

The wall disappears.

Worlds overlap.

The four people in the room should know what the outcome will be.

If the sleeping world and the waking world overlap, the first problem to be faced is alien species.

Second.

The chaotic storm of the sleeping world will blow in the face of every mortal.

Finally... and most terrifyingly so.

Spirit servant.

A servant of the sleeping god.

"Saint Delis put the gods to sleep, and from then on, humans were free and could control their own destiny..." Fernandez solemnly recounted the history that Roland had heard, which even an apprentice should know: "But once the worlds overlap..."

If the waking world is compared to the land with a dam built on it, the sleeping world is compared to the vast ocean outside the dam.

Then "Ritual: Collapse" is equivalent to forcibly destroying the dam and allowing seawater to flood into the land.

In the ocean, the "servants" who once served the gods, the almost inhuman beings above the immortals, will be able to land with the sea.

即…

Come.

"Why would David Cromwell do this? He is a child of God the Father, the head priest of the Holy Cross, and a Five Ring Ritualist..."

Fernandez wondered.

Wait…

and many more.

waiter.

Spirit servant.

He couldn't help but look at Shandel until the girl showed a gloating expression: "…The followers of the Holy Cross are not only fanatics in the Inquisition."

"I'm surprised you can still joke with me like this now." Fernandez rubbed his face and let out a long sigh.

Roland and Fiennes had no idea what they were talking about.

"The Golden Sister, Roland," Fernandez said.

Golden Sister.

A "saint" who had walked the same path as Shandel Kratov, a woman who was not satisfied with immortality, who crossed the Black Lake by boat, walked barefoot through the paths, and went to the eyes of the Father of All.

"Do you know the difference between an immortal and a servant of the gods?"

Roland shook his head.

Enid had mentioned it to him before, but hadn't gone into detail.

"You can expect kindness from an immortal, and be able to trade, clash, and even befriend him - I mean, immortals are still 'human' to some extent."

"But the spirit servants are different."

"They are the manifestation of rules and possess some of the power of gods."

Roland was puzzled: "…'Part'?"

“Yes, a ‘small part’. But in fact, to ritualists of the tenth ring… or nine rings or below, they are no different from gods.”

Fernandez's eyes flashed with fear for a moment, and he immediately punched the wall, hitting the six-pointed star connected by the dagger. Bang!
"This madman!"

It was clear what David Cromwell was trying to do.

A follower of the Holy Cross, a master of the ultimate Yang force, would never mix with the cultists of the Black Urn and the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

He arranged the "collapse", what else could he do?
If what Shandel Kratov said was true, then, apart from the impossible attempt to awaken the Father of All, the only option left was to welcome the closest creature to a god.

"Golden Sister".

He wants the attendants of the Holy Cross to come.

As long as He successfully reaches the waking world, He will be able to crush all pagans in an instant.

Then, Bristol will become a real...

Kingdom of God on earth.

"No executive has ever attempted anything as stupid as this."

Fernandez cursed.

"But we have to say that if David Cromwell's method succeeds, it will indeed allow God the Father to demonstrate his true greatness on this earth." Shandel smiled and fiddled with the dagger in his hand, fanning the flames, not caring at all about what would happen.

Fernandez gave her a sidelong glance.

"Kratov, don't forget that the All-Father is not the only one who has servants."

Once the sea water surges, it will not just be the "Golden Nun" shark.

"Yes, many people will die, Captain Devinson." Although the girl said this with the most sorrowful tone possible...

But no matter how you look at it, she can't hold back the upturned corners of her mouth.

No.

Not 'many' people died.

There will be a pointless war involving the majority sect.

Fernandez thought.

"Xander Kratofer."

"team leader?"

"Roland Collins."

Roland looked up.

"We believe in the gods, do what they say, and serve them as swords..." Fernandez looked at the two rookies with one ring, his eyes full of calmness: "But this does not mean that humans need an 'agent' who is high above and steals the power of the true gods."

"Saint Delis and the Holy Cross paid an extremely heavy price to make the gods fall asleep..."

His face was calm, and he asked the gray-haired girl casually: "Kratov. What's important is not the waiter, but the waking world and the sleeping world. They must not overlap... What do you think?"

Shandel and Fernandez looked at each other for a few seconds, then slowly put away their shining daggers. They sighed, clasped their hands together, and looked compassionate:
"…may the citizens of Bristol meet in heaven after death…"

Fernandez looked at her for a while, then slowly turned to Fiennes beside him - this was why he didn't like this 'extraordinarily talented' girl.

She was unstable and, if not carefully managed, would rot away like food in a summer kitchen.

When you really need her, you will find...

It's too late.

Compared to Sandel Kratov, Fernandez thought Roland was much better.

He is stable and has a strong sense of justice.

Pure and sincere.

It can even be said that, apart from the lack of the necessary qualification of "compassion" for "judgment", he is almost a natural-born executive.

He would not cause any trouble like Cinder Kratov and perform the evil 'sacrament'.

Roland never caused trouble.

Just as Fernandez was thinking, Fiennes was ready to slip away.

Because even the dumbest person could tell that something big was going to happen.

"I have to first..."

He bent down to open the door, but was tripped by Shandel's outstretched leg, and then his left cheek bravely received a right hook that never caused trouble.

He staggered and was successfully grabbed by Fernandez's collar.

"You are the Bailiff, Mr. Fiennes, the Bailiff of the Inquisition."

He lost a tooth, smiled awkwardly, and faced the face so close, shaking his head faster than a pennant in a storm: "Former, sir, 'former' executive officer! I... I will take my daughter and leave Bristol immediately... Please, I can't do anything. I, I haven't beaten anyone for many years..."

Fernandez didn't say anything, just stared at him.

"…My wife is dead, and I only have a daughter! Please! Please! Miss, please! Gentlemen, please let me go! I… By the way, I can deliver a letter for you! I will buy a ticket to London right away, as long as you give me another fifteen pounds… I will deliver the letter for you, okay?"

“My teeth fell out…”

"Ten pounds will do...give me ten pounds..."

He struggled, but his funny behavior was not funny at all.

Fernandez forced a dagger into his hand and watched him helplessly pinching it, with a sad face, begging Roland and Cinder, almost crying.

(End of this chapter)