The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 262: Intelligence and Speculation

"Humans will always have lies, deception, pain and sorrow, just as humans have eyes and ears. This is inevitable."

"But with your eyes you see darkness or light; with your ears you hear mourning or laughter."

"You are more lazy than any idler I have ever seen in the workhouse, Mr. Cromwell, in trying to solve the problem of human nature that is not to your liking by sending down a woman who may still use leaves as clothes."

Roland changed his gun.

"Spider Kiss".

"Blasphemy!" Cromwell shouted angrily, "Blasphemy! A blasphemer of the Inquisition!!"

Fernandez sighed silently in his heart.

He had said long ago that the bastard from the Kratov family would corrupt Roland.

"Let's talk, David." Fernandez raised his hand and glanced at the few remaining spider cultists on the field - to be honest, if David Cromwell could really turn all the citizens who drank this stuff into spider monsters...

They can surrender without a fight.

Now it seems that fortunately it is not.

So this weird 'angel' must also have its limits.

"You know what an executive means. The worst that can happen to us is that we die with you—" Fernandez said frankly.

Cromwell raised an eyebrow.

"You don't want to die with us, right? How long do you think you can fight us? How many believers do you have left to consume?"

"Will your little pet listen to you if it doesn't pass that chain?"

This sentence is the most important.

Seeing his evasive gaze, Fernandez became more certain of his guess: "Look, if you can order it to kill a six-ring ritualist - why, why not give the order now and let it kill us?"

"Can you still pay the 'price' of ordering it?"

"You can't, can you?"

Fernandez paused, then walked forward slowly, speaking in a gentle voice, trying not to anger the other party: "I know that you have discovered a kind of "material" that allows the ritualist to continue to climb up without the need for qualifications, or..."

His eyes moved towards the angel at the end of the chain.

"Or a special summoned creature."

"That's good, very good, David. Listen to me: this thing will be the best help for our brothers and sisters - those brothers and sisters who have no hope of promotion, but are still pious and happy to spread the glory of the Father..."

"I know you have no evil intentions. You are a truly devout believer."

Fernandez walked as he spoke, and the spider cultists slowly retreated as he approached - they crouched and roared, but no longer attacked.

"Don't worry about your punishment, David. Think about your reward."

He pointed at Roland and Cinder behind him.

"I am bringing two rookies with me, and I don't want them to die before they see the door to the truth. And you, too, should have a brighter future - for example, continue to move forward, or have the opportunity to truly step into the hall of the immortals."

His harmless words made David Cromwell hesitate.

He opened his mouth: "I..."

"No, listen to me, listen to me, my friend, my brother. I will note in my report that this particular summoned creature was imprisoned by Carlotta of the Maelstrom for three years. And you, David Cromwell, you saved it."

“You are the savior.”

"It was you who brought this miraculous power back to the Church and dedicated it to the Holy Cross."

"You can still stay in Bristol as the senior pastor, and no one will ask you what you did before..."

Fernandez said this without ever stopping.

He made his way through the remaining church members and actually came before David Cromwell.

He almost convinced him.
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I feel something is wrong, wrench.

The fire in sight was steady and silent.

Roland didn't know what was going on, but he always felt that the whole incident was still shrouded in a layer of white fog...

Can't tell.

"If there is a way to guarantee a hit, I can try using the Spider Kiss..." Roland whispered.

But the last few Spider Kisses would kill him.

"I do have a magical item that can accurately lock onto and curse the ritualist, and it will never deviate from the target. But it takes a very long time to prepare..." Shandel pursed his lips and smiled, looking at Roland with a hint of danger in his eyes: "The cost of using it is also not small. Unless it is someone I must punish..."

She tightened her scarf, and the smile on her round face was particularly gentle and obedient: "For example, someone who doesn't obey the Father God and doesn't fulfill the duties of the Father God's messenger..." Roland: ...

"I haven't lived enough, Shandel."

"Me too, Roland."

There is nothing normal about the two people who can chat with each other before destruction comes.

At this time, Fernandez, who was slowly approaching, was rehearsing the upcoming battle countless times in his mind.

He had no intention of letting the other person go.

Cromwell caused the executioner's death.

Killed too many pagans.

Even if the news reaches London, he must die.

Moreover, Fernandez strongly suspected that this ritual of overlapping the two worlds most likely originated from the crawling angel in front of him, rather than Cromwell himself.

He would get the chain first, and then use the bastard's own pet to kill himself.

"Come on, David."

Fernandez opened his fingers and let the gun fall to the ground, indicating that he had no weapons in his hands: "Give it to me, and then we will leave here together. Bring us three cups of hot tea, and I will write a report..."

"Perhaps you crave the purification of the waiter..."

"But why not do it yourself? You can enter the Truth Parliament and transform Bristol according to your own beliefs and ideas..."

"We have asked the local citizens, they are devout and fanatically worship you, the senior pastor who has been doing good deeds non-stop."

"Your life shouldn't end here, and neither should ours."

"Is it right?"

Fernandez came before Cromwell.

Close enough to see the sweat and tears on his face, his shaking hands, and the pitch-black chain.

"Trust me, David."

"Believe me."

Fernandez stretched out his hand tentatively, but seeing no response, he continued to move forward.

Until you touch the back of the other person's hand.

My breathing became much lighter.

He stared at the struggling man's eyes, observing his reaction, then slowly pried open his fingers, bit by bit, and took the hold of the chain.

Hold it in your own hands.

The only sound in the cave was the rising and falling breathing.

well.

Fernandez thought.

He tugged at the chains, causing the winged creature, which crawled like a dog, to come to him.

"very good."

He said.

"That's it. Let's disperse the believers, David. Let's go upstairs and have a good talk. I'll listen to you, okay? Let's discuss how to write the next report together, and then have something to eat and a couple of drinks..."

Fernandez was talking with a smile on his face, when he suddenly took half a step back.

The breathing paused.

"I'm sorry, David, I lied to you."

Then, he gave orders to the angels.

"kill him."

At that moment, the blond man whose chains were taken away seemed to have lost his previous enthusiasm, struggle, anger and hesitation. He seemed to have no emotions at all. He just stared at Fernandez and slowly grinned.

"Me too."

He said.

(End of this chapter)