The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 258 David and Carlotta
"They found the Holy Marrow."

"I know."

"You know? I see you don't understand anything! David Cromwell, I warned you not to give that thing to mortals - why didn't you wait until we reached the Ninth Ring... or the Tenth Ring?"

The exasperated woman's voice gradually became shrill.

"Now the secret can't be kept anymore!! Stupid! Stupid! I have never seen anyone more stupid than you - how should I face the questions that come later?!"

Bristol.

Holy Church.

One underground floor…or maybe the word 'floor' shouldn't be used.

This is a huge underground cave.

Damp and dark.

Water dripping from the stalagmites occasionally fell on the burning torches, making a crackling sound.

A black lake surrounds the platform.

"I betrayed Eve! I betrayed the Church! Cromwell! Because of your stupidity!"

Faced with the rebuke, the pastor in white robes still smiled as he walked among the believers who were kneeling at his feet.

"You betrayed the Order, not because of me, Carlotta."

Cromwell came to the end of the stone terrace.

Next to a huge, half-human-high black iron cage.

He bent down and touched the cool metal affectionately.

"Because of your greed. Carlotta, you are a greedy person, greedy and never satisfied."

His golden hair still shone, but it was inevitably stained with shadows in the flickering firelight: "You have gotten enough. If it weren't for me, how on earth would you have been able to open the Six Rings Gate?"

The woman in the dress kicked the cultist next to her leg and her voice echoed in the cave: "The Great Whirlpool will punish me. Cromwell, I will hand over all your secrets. This is the consequence of your stupid behavior. I am a six-ring... They will not treat a six-ring person harshly. And you? Do you know what will happen to you?"

"The Holy Cross is different from the Maelstrom."

Weak threats.

David Cromwell watched the creature breathing in the cage intently, a smile on his face.

Weakness has become Carlotta's basic character.

Because power comes too easily.

She didn't know what it cost to pursue the truth, the truth left by the great and only true God who created all things.

She only needed to lie in a soft room, be served by others, and drink the gift. In less than three years, she went from being a third-ring who could no longer climb higher to a sixth-ring with outstanding talent in the sect.

She held a sharp blade in her hand, but she was as dull, ignorant, timid and weak as a child who had never seen a real war.

She didn't know how to use her powers, and used the musket as a cane.

Actually...

She just had to pull the trigger.

"Is it that hard, Carlotta?"

The woman behind him obviously didn't understand.

"What are you going to do, David... Why? Didn't we agree on this?" Carlotta softened and tried to persuade Cromwell, this pious man who had never been understood: "We agreed to keep this secret together. Keep it until we reach the ninth ring..."

"Even the Ten Rings."

Once she reaches the Immortal Realm, Carlotta will no longer be restricted by the Holy Marrow - she will travel through the world of sleep, with both her soul and body immortal.

Only then would her agreement with Cromwell be complete.

That was how it should have been (she believed the Holy Marrow could at least take her to the ninth ring).

But not long ago, Cromwell began to stay indoors and no one could see him.

At the same time, the 'holy gift' gradually spread.

Among the citizens.

She had thought it was one of his followers, a member of the church.

Now it seems, obviously not.

Half the citizens of Bristol have drunk the Holy Marrow.

"What are you going to do? Once the Holy Cross finds out, we might lose it completely..."

The woman looked at the iron cage in front of Cromwell.

In that iron cage.

A creature with wings on its back crouched in the shadows. It had an eagle-like head, claws instead of feet and hands, and its legs and arms were covered with silvery-white scales.

The cage was littered with scattered, blood-stained feathers.

"I want…"

"Do what a believer should do, Carlotta." David Cromwell turned around, and his once gentle and charming smile now became eternal in the firelight.

He raised his arms high!
"Praise the Father of All Things! The One who gave me life! The omniscient, omnipotent, and only true God!"

A glow appeared around him, and the golden flames seemed to have snatched away the light from all the torches in the cave, absorbing them all to himself.

A bright sun rises in the dark and damp cave!
The dazzling light dispelled the shadows.

It also allowed Carlotta to see a scene that made her extremely horrified——

The believers who were kneeling on the ground twisted and struggled. Under their skin and flesh, something kept squirming, squirming faster and faster, piercing through the skin of their legs, waists, shoulders and backs, and sticking out wetly.

Like gray spider legs.

Countless spider legs make up the wings.

The spider legs broke out of the body.

"You...you...what did you do..."

Carlotta waved her arms subconsciously. She had no idea what this man who gave her the holy marrow and made her reborn was going to do.
"We...we agreed to continue..."

In the dazzling firelight, David Cromwell smiled brightly: "The ritualists of the Road of Saints never say yes to anyone, Carlotta. You don't think that just kneeling at my feet and licking my pussy will make me look at you differently, right?"

He walked slowly among the clacking spider legs, looking tenderly at the woman who was trembling slightly with fear.

"Oh, right."

Suddenly I remembered something.

"It's been delayed for so long...your 'little pet' hasn't arrived yet?"

Before she finished speaking, Carlotta's face suddenly changed, as if her previous 'cowardice' was just a spontaneous and boring performance - a cruel smile appeared in her eyes filled with green threads:
"Already there, David."

Rumbling--

Under the surface of the cave, countless green vines covered with thorns broke out of the water!

These monsters with sharp teeth and thorns all over their bodies were like nimble and ferocious pythons, biting the mutated believers to pieces in one bite.

The cave was shaken by the impact, and powder fell like a waterfall.

"You may not know the difference between the six-ring 'Immortal' and the five-ring 'Saint'."

Carlotta lifted her long skirt and strolled among the broken limbs.

The vines that moved without any instructions but at will grew more and more, gradually covering the entire cave into a green plant nest.

Due to the power of a certain link of the "Immortal One", they were quickly ripened, multiplied, and expanded into a colony, and then, their strange roots became even stranger.

They no longer avoided the blazing flames on the cave ceiling.

They start out slightly resistant to fire, and this resistance grows stronger over time.

A sweet smell filled the air in the water vapor. The cultists who were still dancing with their fangs and claws bared but had not yet been crushed by the vines kept roaring, and their throats began to melt, revealing bright red, wriggling flesh.

This is the power of the Immortal.

They are excellent botanists, but also excellent pharmacists and poison makers.

And "saints"?
The "sparks" in the cave above our heads?
No.

The real power of the saints does not lie in the power of manifestation.

Only when they reach the sixth ring, "Spiritual Mentor", can they be truly respected, followed by the seventh ring, "Injection", "Petri Dish", and the eighth ring, "Sorrow" - but currently, except for the "Golden Nun" in distant history and a certain bishop, there are no truly powerful ritualists on the path of "Saint".

But David Cromwell was right.

Carlotta is indeed greedy.

But at the same time, she also considered herself a kind and cooperative ritualist - at least she never thought of killing David Cromwell before he spread the secret to everyone.

Now, the situation is obviously different.

She must grasp the source of the holy marrow to avoid subsequent troubles from the sect.

Or maybe, not only could she get away with it, but she could continue to be a walker in Bristol.

"Give it to me, David."

Carlotta came up to the man.

The swarming plants filled almost every inch of the cave, like a densely packed snake nest.

(End of this chapter)