The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 261: Seize
"Welcome my brothers and sisters - can I still say that now?"

Those devout, spider-like saints lowered their heads and stepped back, leaving a path wide enough for David and his pet to pass through, like water dividing the water.

Fernandez, Roland, and Shandel.

When the "field" covering the entire city was activated, they knew there was no way out.

Die on the platform waiting for the train, or turn around and find this blond bastard and kill him.

Provided that.

They had to figure out how to fight a Six-Ring while facing a Five-Ring - until they decided to go to the port to deal with the troublesome woman first, until they saw the ruins and corpses everywhere.

Just like the stronghold of the Ring of Eternal Silence.

"Listen to me, David. The Holy Cross is one, the Abbey, the Church, the Inquisition—even the Lords of the Council of Truth. We believe in the same God, and we serve the same purpose, whether sword or code."

Fernandez's voice echoed in the cave.

"We don't need a waiter, Cromwell, we have brothers and sisters."

Cromwell held the chain with a calm expression: "Then our 'purpose' is different now."

He looked at the angel crawling at his feet, a well-behaved, holy creature like a pet.

At this moment, it was using its head to gently push against his calf in a flattering manner.

"If what you said is true, Devinson, you and your men should join me." He said, "I killed Carlotta, the heretic who disrespected the Father God. I used the Gift and the Pure Ones to manipulate the Supervisory Bureau - I even wiped out the influence of the Church of Justice and the Ring of Eternal Silence on this land."

"Derwinson."

He stretched out his hand and skillfully reproduced the gentle expression that made people feel close to him.

"Why don't you join me? Join me and greet the Golden Lady."

“He will guide us to create a true kingdom of God on earth that can be seen by mortals…”

"Don't you want to see it for yourself?"

Fernandez watched in silence.

He was very fortunate to find the torn skirt and half of the uneaten calf somewhere on the stone platform.

The vine-like veins lost their green color and turned a lifeless gray.

Withered plants.

Carlotta.

As he said.

But no matter how you think about it, a five-ring "Saint" can't break a six-ring "Immortal" into pieces...

Unless he wasn't the one who killed Carlotta.

chain.

control.

A strange angel that doesn't look like a summoned creature.

Struggling and roaring.

Fernandez probably... probably can guess the answer.

He suddenly quickened his pace: "The Book of Eden does not ask you to create a new god for mankind."

"Of course," David Cromwell said with a bright smile, "but don't we have any 'gods' above our heads now?"

Fernandez did not answer.

"This is the last chance..."

"it's a pity."

The spider-like believers around slowly stood up, and the spider legs that grew out of their flesh and blood knocked on the stone platform densely and crisply.

Click, click, click…

They gradually gathered around.

"Four rings of Judgment, and perhaps two one-ring Saints, Fernandez de Vinson, I marvel at the courage of the Executioner - if those who perished together with the cultists were willing to kneel before me more than two years ago, they might not have to die."

Fernandez was stunned, then angrily said: "You and Carlotta did it!!"

"Oh, of course, who else could it be?" David Cromwell said casually as he retreated to the spider cultists: "Because there are always some people in the Inquisition who are not sober-minded and think that they can get mercy in the flames and their souls can ascend to heaven-"

"Besides those who were transferred, there are always some who are stubborn and don't listen to advice...what can I do?"

"If everyone could indulge in their own little hobbies like Ram Fiennes, be obedient, well-behaved, and not cause trouble... do you think they would still die?"

"Ram Fiennes..." Fernandez became even angrier when he heard the name.

Not to David Cromwell.

It's to the gambling 'former' executive.

shame.

"In order to comply with the regulations and ensure that the city has at least one bailiff, I have to pay him an extra salary every week, and I have to make sure that he doesn't have his hands and feet chopped off by those people at the gambling table. You see, Mr. Devinsson, I think he respects me more than the Inquisition."

“I’ve given so much.”

He moved his fingers.

In an instant, those 'monsters' that could no longer be called human beings let out hoarse roars!
Shandel shouted.

"Roland!"

As Fernandez advanced, Roland and Shandel held their guns on both sides - flames exploded on the monster's face and chest, and the roar echoed in the cave, echoing with the flashes of fire in the darkness.

The good news is that the spider-like cultists are still flesh and blood.

The bad news is that their flesh and blood bodies are far superior to those of mortals.

These crazy creatures whose minds and spirits were controlled rushed forward one after another, as if they were not afraid of death. The blood that exploded from their bodies even splashed onto Roland's face - as hot and wet as that of humans.

What made Roland even more troublesome was that they were extremely powerful and very fast.

It's not as good as myself who has been bathed in the Sword of Judgment. But it's hard to say how much difference there is.

"It's really scary. If this thing can spread indefinitely among humans and be controlled by a master..."

Roland followed Fernandez closely, exchanging covers with Shandel from time to time and pushing bullets into the chamber.

"Are you talking about the Holy Marrow or the gold pound?" asked Shandel.

A spider leg passed through the web and pierced her shoulder in an instant.

The next second, the girl put a gun to his head.

The bullet blew off his skull.

"Do you two have to chat at this time?"

Fernandez stared in silence, took a deep breath, and directed his gaze at the pathetic and crazy lives in front of him.

Half-hearted.

An invisible force pierced through the opponent's chest and brain like a sharp cone - the cultist continued to run forward a few steps uncontrollably, staggered, and fell in front of Fernandez's feet.

It shook a few times and then stopped moving.

"One of the Great Arts: Mysticism", "Thrust".

The humanoid monsters that swarmed in were brandishing their spider legs as sharp as knives - either their heads were pierced by bullets, or, like the cultists before them, they seemed to have collided directly with a spike strong enough to pierce through their bodies.

They kept repeating the same actions, ending up on the stone platform or falling into a black lake of unknown depth.

One after another, one after another.

Squeeze, pile up.

Blood and corpses.

Soon, after a few, or a dozen breaths, the attack came to a halt.

At this time, the front was like a hurricane passing by, and there was no creature that could stand and wave its alien limbs.

Fernandez took the opportunity to loosen his grip and took a few deep breaths to calm the boiling mystery - even with the fire support of Roland and Shandel, it was still too much of a burden for him to use this kind of power continuously.

There was a moment of silence in the cave.

Refers to the stunned David Cromwell, and the spider believers who followed his orders.

It seems.

Someone exposed his ignorance.

"You may not understand, 'How can a four-ring fight against five-ring and such powerful and swift monsters?'" Fernandez said with a serious face, imitating Cromwell's tone, fire flashing in his eyes.

"A ritualist from a poor place who has never seen the world suddenly possesses the power of the five rings..."

He paced back and forth, and every time he moved forward, the believers would step back a little.

"But your knowledge is still at the third ring... the second ring... or even the first ring."

"I'm afraid you don't even know what the "Great Arts" are, let alone understand the power of "Mysticism"... You think that "Ring" is everything, right?"

In shock and anger, Cromwell quickly drew his gun, pointed it at Fernandez, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!
The arrow-like bullet hit an invisible wall.

The people behind the wall were unharmed.

"One of the Great Arts: The Mystic Arts", "Wall".

"'I will awaken the Golden Lady, and I will bring her down upon Bristol!' You are short-sighted, Mr. David Cromwell. You think you are the only one who has the most devout faith, don't you?"

"Selfish and despicable behavior."

Fernandez's words completely angered the blond man.

"Selfish? Despicable?" He became hysterical, his tone like a violin that could never be repaired, dry and sharp: "Only the true God and His servants can be called pure! Human beings are inherently selfish and despicable, shameless and greedy--"

"Waiter! The Golden Lady will purify the dark and greedy hearts of mankind! Devinson, don't you want to recreate the true "Kingdom of God on Earth" in the Book of Eden? !"

He raised his arms high, and in the dark cave he saw the glow of God the Father’s mercy!
"Humanity will no longer have lies, deception, pain, or sorrow... Starting from Bristol! All false gods will be forever dissipated under the power of the lady—"

While Fernande was delaying time, he was slowly adjusting his angle.

He looked at the almost crazy blond man hiding in the crowd, the chain in his hand, and the angel at the end of the chain.

Shadow of an angel.

Holy marrow.

Gift.

Rituals: Collapse.

This won't come from a country bumpkin who can't figure out the art of greatness.

Similarly, dismembering a sixth-ringed, an "Unfading One" with a very strong survivability would not be something that a fifth-ringed "Saint" could do easily...

Especially this Fifth Ring Road that takes a 'shortcut'.

It seems that the chain is the key to victory in this battle.

Seize it.

Not only will they survive, they’ll be able to interrupt the ritual that’s about to upend Bristol.

The "secrets" are getting less and less, and we can't keep wasting them.

Nor could he give orders to the angel.

"Don't follow me for a while."

Fernandez looked straight ahead and his voice was as soft as a mosquito's.

"I'll find a way to get that chain..."

(End of this chapter)