The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 259 The Field Covering the City

The Ring of Eternal Silence's base in Bristol is not as good as that in London - these ritualists who work with corpses and ghosts don't care much about whether the decoration is gorgeous or the environment is comfortable.

But the one in Bristol was clearly too shabby.

“This undoubtedly means that the light of the Holy Cross shines even more strongly on this land.”

A dark brown pointed leather boot stepped on the sticky blood.

With a sizzling sound, an eyeball fell out of its socket and was crushed.

There were body parts everywhere.

In the base of the Ring of Eternal Silence, in addition to the corpse dressed in a black robe and a bone pendant hanging from the waist, there are also many fragments of golden cloaks.

This place had obviously experienced a one-sided massacre not long ago.

"I'm a ritualist of the Ring of Eternal Silence and the Church of Justice." Shandel Kratov changed into real church uniform, replacing the fashionable designer dress that someone had admired all the way with convenient black clothes and pants.

She was wearing a small gray wool scarf the same color as her hair, and she knelt on one knee, running her fingers through the blood plasma.

Rubbed it a few times.

"It won't be long, Roland. If we had come earlier, we might have caught up..."

"If we had come earlier, we would have been the same as them."

Roland walked carefully among the corpses, the fire in his eyes roaring like boiling water in a pot - it's not like he hasn't seen more powerful rituals, such as the powerful and dazzling golden "egg-shaped" ritual arranged by the Immortal Christopher Ryan that he saw with his own eyes during his recovery.

But what was unfolding before his eyes now was the most complicated ceremony he had ever seen in his life.

Countless grey lines were indistinguishable from the flames, intertwined and densely woven like a spider web. In the cold and dilapidated ruins, countless invisible and silent hearts were beating countless times behind those countless lines.

Roland could "see" them, see the subtle trembling in their eyes.

They envelope, stretch out in all directions, or perhaps box Bristol in like a birdcage.

Here is one of the six nodes of the Mystical Triangle, which Shandel said:
One of the nodes of "Ritual: Collapse".

"I have only studied this ancient ritual a little, but it is hard to say that I really understand it." Xiandel wiped the blood on his fingertips on the sleeves of the dead body, looked around with his lake blue eyes, and understood.

They had already made preparations before they decided to come here——

The "nodes" of ancient rituals would not be so stupid as to create an altar that even a blind person could find, or an extremely shining "holy nail", or collect a certain organ of a person as a sacrifice like a cradle of flesh and blood.

They are usually 'invisible'.

That is, it is difficult to achieve the goal of destroying the entire ritual by destroying the nodes.

The reason they came here was just to give it a try. If they could really find ritual objects such as "holy nails" and "blood sacrifices", it would prove that there was still a chance to delay or even completely prevent the formation of the ritual at a lower cost.

"It seems that it won't work."

While Shandel was still checking around, Roland had already come to the conclusion - because he could see that those gray fuzzy threads did not come from any ritual object: or a corpse, or some blood or silver painting pattern.

These 'wool' comes from the sleeping world.

They were born out of thin air, without any starting point, and the entire Ring of Eternal Silence stronghold was shrouded in a layer of gray "fog".

Like a thread, but also like a wriggling worm.

Disgusting.

"What would happen if that 'Nun' succeeded in coming?"

Roland pulled up a chair and sat down, then slapped to death two black spiders, one large and one small, that were chatting cordially at the corner of the table.

"Success has arrived?"

With his back to Roland, Shandel began to conduct his own "secret" inspection of the base without looking back: "We will not die. The Holy Cross's spiritual servants will not kill children who are devout to the Father."

Roland held his chin in his hand, stepped on a severed finger that he didn't know whether it was his index finger or his ring finger, and rolled it around with the sole of his shoe.

"Oh, then I'm dead."

"Ha..." Xiandel lifted his hair, looked back and smiled: "I said, we will not die."

The "Golden Sister" never kills anyone with her own hands.

From the time she became an apprentice to the time she reached immortality, it was a long road, and she had never killed anyone with her own hands.

"She wouldn't do that, Roland. If you know anything about the Saints, you know we don't usually do things ourselves."

Roland took out his cigar, lit it, and took a few puffs of the rich smoke. The spreading smoke gradually covered up the cold smell of blood in the room.

He looked up at the ceiling with a totem of a white-bone pigeon carved on it:
"Yes, you need 'help' from others."

Shandel subconsciously touched his collarbone and neck, and some happy memories surged in his brain like a tide.

The girl lowered her eyes, but the corners of her mouth pulled out an extremely exaggerated arc, muttering: "That is the only way of salvation that I have found..."

Click. Heavy footsteps rushed into the room.

Kicked the door open.

"how's it going."

Fernandez came in, carrying a brown sack, with blood on his trouser legs, looking exhausted.

Shandel and Roland shook their heads at the same time.

"It's the same as what we judged before."

The worst news.

Fernandez was silent and threw the sack to the ground.

Several heads rolled out.

"We can't count on the Supervisory Bureau." He kicked the head with half-open eyes, his expression complicated: "This is the detective from the Supervisory Bureau."

"Second ring."

"The second ring of the Holy Flame Road."

Shandel asks if the head's owner was killed by David Cromwell or one of his ritualists, or by Fernandez.

Got no answer.

Fernandez just lowered his head and asked Roland for a cigar.

"We can't stop this ritual, and almost all the pagans in the city..."

The captain glanced at the scattered bodies on the ground and arranged the follow-up actions: "... Kratov, Roland. You just take the next train and leave."

He pinched his cigar and walked to the window.

The world outside the curtains remains the same as usual.

Pedestrians and carriages.

An orderly, living world.

But soon, when the ritual is complete and the two worlds overlap, all of this will no longer exist.

No need to wait for the waiter to arrive.

The dream that first breaks into reality will tear apart most living creatures.

Shandel Kratov and Roland Collins cannot die here.

"Where is Ram Fiennes, Captain Devinson?" Shandel didn't feel much about the standard self-sacrifice of this executive officer. He was just curious about the loser who went to the Supervisory Bureau with him - was he killed by him, or...

Fernandez tilted his head slightly and took a deep puff of his cigar, trying to use the smoke to block out the teasing sight of a certain vicious woman.

“…I let him go back to find his daughter.”

Shandel had an expression of 'as expected'.

She knew very well what the Holy Flame needed to climb upward.

Obviously, four rings is not Fernandez's limit.

He can still go on.

"Right now, I can't afford to bother with a loser." The captain tried to restore his 'cold and tall' image and urged the two men to get out, but was suddenly interrupted by Roland.

"Fernandez."

"Ok?"

Roland narrowed his amber eyes and stared at the empty corridor.

He twirled the silver ring on his little finger.

A huge "field" enveloped the entire city without the citizens of Bristol noticing.

Apparently, there is no 'leave' option now.

"Six Rings, Fernandez, Shandel. Six Rings Ritualist, can you set up a "field" that covers the entire city?"

"That's funny, Roland." Fernandez replied casually, "Unless Kratov falls in love with you."

There was silence in response to him.

The captain was stunned for a moment, then he swept his tongue across a specially made "tooth" in his mouth, and his eyes widened.

(End of this chapter)