The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 263 Ch.262 Seriously Injured
"Me too."

David Cromwell's words were like a switch, activating the winged creature at Fernandez's feet.

The chain failed!
It suddenly jumped up from the ground and sent its sharp claws towards him!

When Fernandez grasped the other's scaly, slender arm, he was horrified to find that:

The power of this summoned creature can almost easily crush me...

How can this be? !
He bathed in the Sword of Judgment twice. This winged summoned creature could never fight against him who had bathed in the great ritual twice.

Click.

The angel broke his arm easily, and then several sharp claws pierced Fernandez's lower abdomen like daggers.

"storm!"

Fernandez used all his strength to hold its arm, and a sharp blade spurted out of his mouth, spreading out in an instant - this was the power from the mystical organ in the abdomen, from the owl beast, which controlled the hurricane!

The storm surrounding the body almost instantly chopped the surrounding spider-like cultists into pieces, and even a drop of blood could not be splashed before it was blown away by the hurricane.

The angel folded its wings and held David Cromwell in its arms. The wings, which were soft as silk, were now as hard as iron. Apart from the blades in the hurricane and the clinking bullets hitting them, only the clanging sounds echoed in the cave.

"Fernandez!"

"do not come!"

Fernandez roars over the storm!

He would not let Roland and Shandel get close to him, otherwise, they would be swept into the hurricane and blown to pieces by the storm as sharp as a knife.

However, the battle did not go as he had imagined:
Among the layers of wings, the amber eye observed him calmly.

then.

He suddenly pulled his arm away, leaving a long line of blood! Then, he rushed forward and smashed Fernandez out with his wings!
Bang.

He fell on the stone platform, rolled a few times, and stopped in front of Roland's feet.

The storm died down.

Blood gurgled.

Shandel immediately stepped forward and pressed the hopeless wound with both hands - but she was only a first-ring, and a first-ring "Saint" could not make Fernandez capable of fighting again.

"It can only stop the bleeding temporarily."

Roland stood up with his back to Shandel and raised the Spider Kiss.

At this time, he and Shandel were the only ones left on the stone platform with fighting power. But facing a five-ring monster and a monster that could instantly injure a four-ring monster...

It could only be a spider kiss.

There is no other way.

Roland watched David Cromwell bend down to pick up the chain, stroke its head as if rewarding it, and give Roland a playful look.

He definitely knew the outcome a long time ago.

A creature that could easily severely injure the Executor.

Even in a head-on confrontation, he is fearless.

It's like a game of unequal strength.

He held up the handle of the chain and showed it to Fernandez, Roland, and Chandel.

then.

Release it gently.

When the chains fell to the ground, the winged monster was still as obedient as a well-trained hound.

"When there is insufficient information, we can only rely on experience..."

He said.

"Error, Mr. De Winson."

"Obviously fate is on my side."

"That is the destiny that has been placed on my shoulders to open up a new world."

He admired the man who was screaming at the top of his lungs and being pierced, and watched him cough up blood.

He liked this scene.

The surprise when victory is within reach.

"Because despair is the underlying color of the waking world."

He was immersed in the glory of the Lord, like a holy tyrant, holding a chain in one hand and a scripture recording the gorgeous and beautiful characters of the Mass in the other.

“The Lord is the Lord of every man, and there is but one Father of all things.”

His performance can no longer be described as crazy.

Because when the waves know what they are going to destroy, the sudden disaster that humans call it is just part of its predetermined fate.

"I will not kill you, children, I will not. Just like the lady. I want you to see it with your own eyes, to see it with me when it comes—"

"A true kingdom of God on earth!"

The passionate voice echoed in the cave.

"Come, come, come quickly! I have waited too long... too long!! Grace, the great Grace, tell me, it is time, right? Right!!"

The man kept pulling at the chain, like a soldier who couldn't wait for a wild woman to warm him up. While unbuttoning his clothes with one hand, he never forgot to hold the scimitar with the other.

He kept pulling until the angel crawling at his feet let out a scream.

"Yes...very good...right, right...quickly, finish your mission...isn't this supposed to be your mission?"

The angel lay on the ground, sweeping the blood that Fernandez had just shed with a thin frog tongue.

"The blood of the Holy Flame, right?"

"I'm done. Completely. Completely. Right?!"

Cromwell stared at the angel, watching it lick the blood clean, and then asked.

"I'm done, right? I feel it, I feel it..."

That power comes from the dusty history.

He pulled open his robe in front of his chest as if he was displaying a summer tapestry, showing the deep, chaotic knife scars on his chest to someone who didn't exist.

A holy creature that feeds on blood, a pure creature with wings on its back and skin covered with scales that shines with a white glow.

Drink enough blood.

suddenly.

It held its belly and wailed.

Something was rolling up from its belly.

Slender and palm-sized, it passed through its lower abdomen, chest, and neck.

Spit it out from the mouth, each strand is covered with transparent and sticky silk liquid.

It is a long and thin metal box.

David Cromwell was so happy! He didn't even want to pay attention to the two people who were trying to drag Fernandez away. He bent down and carefully picked up the box covered with mucus as if he was holding the Holy Child.

He did not notice the trembling of his hands, and it seemed as if the long tolling of a bell from heaven was ringing in his ears.

I have never encountered such a huge force concentrated in one point.

Box in hand.

"From now on, there will be no other voices in the world."

he murmured.

Click, click, click…

David looked up at the sound.

The cave entrance in the distance.

Two people supported the injured executive and made that final futile struggle.

Where else can you escape to?
"Why not witness the Lady's coming?"

When everything was settled, David Cromwell felt uneasy: he didn't know how to face the lady who was coming. As the key to open the door to heaven, he hoped to receive the mercy of this existence second only to God the Father.

He is the senior pastor of Holy Cross.

Or he could be a future archbishop.

The true master of the Kingdom of God—the master who is only below the ladies.

He wanted to use the light to cleanse the dirty hearts of mortals.

But at the same time.

He also wished that he could sit in the higher chair in the glow.

That's not contradictory, is it?

"Heretics of the Inquisition."

He said.

Hold high the holy object in your hand.

He knew that all the power of this ancient ritual must come from this box.

He fulfilled all the conditions.

Now, he would harness this great power to break down the wall.

"I bow to you! Great "Golden Sister"! The mouth of heaven that never speaks! The crowner! The scepter of thought!"

"I bow——"

Sizzle...

"I--"

Sizzle...

The sound of breathing and bubbling liquid covered his unfinished holy words.

David Cromwell saw his legs as they spun around.

Your own shoes.

He knocked two of his teeth against the hard stone platform.

The sight seems to have never been clearer than now:
He was hit by something and flew into the air.

Below is the eternally silent black lake.

thump.

Roland stood on the stairs and saw the headless corpse spurting blood and falling down.

The angel kicked the head into the lake.

Two pairs of amber eyes stared at each other from a distance.

then.

It shook off the sharp claws that had cut off David's head, bent down, and picked up the box made of unknown metal on the ground.

Roland turned around and found that green vines had covered every inch of the cave. They appeared silently, but had already blocked Roland and Shandel's last escape route.

Perhaps just a few seconds ago, they were manipulated to produce sharp needles.

This reminded the two of them of a woman in a big whirlpool.

"Roland..."

"Don't move, Shandel... Don't move."

Sharp steel needles pointed directly at their eyeballs, necks and hearts.

The two first-ring rookies stood still like stone sculptures.

It only took a few breaths.

The angel dragged its wings and landed lightly at the bottom of the stairs.

The snake-like plants seemed to be afraid of it and avoided it, leaving a path for it to go upward.

It was at least eight feet tall, and the cowardice, pain, and pet-like temptation in its dark golden eagle eyes seemed like an unrealistic dream.

Roland tightened his sweaty grip, raised his wrist, and quietly raised the muzzle of the gun.

He knew that if he pulled the trigger too hard, the spider's kiss would kill him - of course, before his head was cut off.

The angel looked at Roland quietly, completely ignoring Cinder and the dying Fernandez beside him.

It spoke, and its voice was very familiar.

Carlotta's voice.

Yes, it ate her, with her strength and her voice.

"***** (alien language)" said the angel.

Shandel didn't understand.

But Roland can.

it says.

"Don't be busy hurting yourself."

then.

Open your palms.

The metal box was pushed toward Roland.

"Destiny has arrived."

The amber eagle's eyes are as deep and calm as a cold pond.

"Destroyer."

(End of this chapter)