The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 264 Situation

Chapter 264 Ch.263 Situation

David Cromwell was a complete idiot.

He was tricked by a summoned creature.

There was no such thing as an advent—what “Golden Lady”?
What the 'Angel' is waiting for, what he wants to accomplish, the destiny he longs for after waking up from the seal...

who is it?

Shandel wiped the blood that slid across his eyelids and followed Roland who was helping Fernandez up.

A humorous drama.

Appearing on the scene are the three executive officers investigating the Angel Case, the fanatic who thinks his scheme is unknown, the greedy head of the Maelstrom who thinks that he has nothing to fear because of the high ring, the hundreds of thousands of grateful citizens, and the ignorant and fragmented pagans.

And, the starting point of the conspiracy: that 'angel' - is it an angel?

The blue eyes of Lake Shandel emit a solar halo.

She looked at the young man staggering in front of her, and an inexplicable shudder ran from her toes along the nerves to her brain.

She guessed that she might be involved in a huge conspiracy that spanned time.

The goal of the conspiracy...

"We're going to die here, Roland."

Shandel said.

——Bristol is like a complex and colorful garden at sunset, with roses blooming to the extreme and thorns falling in the blood and mud.

When do you feel that there are too many people in the city?
When they become enemies.

Murmurs came from the stumps of limbs and pieces of flesh.

vaguely visible.

'True or false.'

The dead groaned in unison.

'Dead or alive, alive or dead.'

The living shouted loudly.

It's not just the believers in the cave.

All the citizens who had drunk the "holy marrow" and were bestowed with this great gift by David Cromwell were now transformed into monsters with spider legs on their backs.

They slaughtered the citizens who were unaware and perhaps thought it was just another day, in groups, like a stream of boiling water burning through every street, every house and every corner of every house.

There was no place in Roland's sight that was not burning with flames.

The characters were scattered and fragmentary, and I didn't know who said it. After a few breaths, he stopped talking.

'monster--'

A woman shouted.

"Charlie—"

Whose name.

'dad--'

Whose child.

These monsters roam among the rose bushes, looking for something to make the red flowers bloom more vigorously.

Such as blood and bones.

They are as skilled as hounds, fearless of pain and fearless of death.

Unlike David Cromwell's cultists: they had no combat training, and perhaps had never even heard of the Ritualists - but they were far more terrifying than those cultists.

Wild animals are naturally able to hunt using their claws and teeth.

They are born with it.

"We're going to die, Roland."

Shandel gently tightened the gauze around Fernandez's waist and abdomen.

Single-storey log house.

The temporary base that Xiandel found - since they were 'released' by the angel, they fought their way out.

This may be the end.

Single-storey log house.

The three members of the family in this house had many holes on their foreheads and chests.

The wife and child were dead in bed, the husband was in the living room - he held a sickle in his hand. In the corner of the room, a headless monster was twisted and motionless.

“I didn’t expect that we would die in the same ring, in Bristol.”

She came to Roland, lifted up his arms like a doll, tore open his pants, and checked the wounds on his body.

Then the shirt, the front and the back. She used all the gauze she had with her on Fernandez and Roland: she cut open the wounds with a sharp, paper-thin dagger and sprinkled a few drops of holy water.

"No big problem."

Roland turned his wrist, nodded briefly in thanks, and then focused his attention back on his gun.

He couldn't use the Spider Kiss against those mutated monsters, so he had to make sure that this backup weapon of his could be effective in every attack.

“I wish there was a police station nearby.”

Roland piled the bullets in his body on the ground one by one, pointing upwards.

"Very far, Roland."

Shandel replied softly.

She was using the knife that had just cut Roland to cut the monster that was dead in the corner.

If you want to get more weapons in this not-so-prosperous coastal city, the police station is undoubtedly the best choice.

"How many bullets do you have left?" asked Shandel.

"ten…"

Roland counted the yellow soldiers stacked beside his legs, "Twenty... Thirty."

"Thirty rounds."

Shandel silently cut off the monster's spider legs, padded it with a scarf, carefully picked it up, and held it in front of his eyes to observe, "I still have twenty rounds left."

Fifty rounds of ammunition.

Definitely not enough for them to cross half the city.

Moreover, judging from the situation just now, if the number of those monsters exceeds a certain level, the two people will not be able to guarantee their own safety.

That's how Roland got the wounds.

"To be honest, I wanted to use Fernandez as a shield." He joked, his eyes sweeping over the unconscious man on the bed: "He's thick enough."

Shandel knelt on the floor, cut the spider's legs into small pieces, and dripped a few drops of holy water on them.

"Captain Devinson will thank you when he wakes up... But seriously, I quite agree with your original idea."

The gray-haired girl turned her head and glanced at Roland. Her expression did not seem to be joking: "We are going to die here. Do we still care about what we do before we die?"

Then, without waiting for Roland's answer, he turned back and continued cutting the monster's body.

"This is no less hard than steel." Shandel changed the subject, raised one of the spider legs and swung it playfully in the air, then knocked on the shell with his dagger.

A tinkling sound.

"Do not try to block with the weapon, and do not attack with it." Shandel put down the spider leg, raised the dagger, and stabbed it hard into the corpse's arm.

It took her a lot of effort to get the blade all the way in.

"Not as good as the Undead. It's similar to the Emerald Skin of the second ring of the Undying."

That's bad news enough.

Whether it is Roland or Shandel, they can kill this alienated humanoid monster in a one-on-one or even one-on-many situation - but this is a city.

Who knows how many more there are?
They are going to the police station, what next?

How long will the "field" last?

When will it be noticed?

Can they wait for support?

In other words: Will the angel who can easily seriously injure Fernandez let them wait for support?
Roland fiddled with the warm metal box in his hand while Shandel continued to cut the monster with a knife.

The two people in the room were unusually silent.

Ten minutes, or twenty minutes passed.

The nurse finally cut open the monster's head.

He held out a ball of grayish-white gelatinous substance.

Shaking it in both hands.

"This isn't a brain anymore." She gently kneaded the wet, cool mass, like an experienced farmer rubbing the soil that could make him rich or poor.

The girl pinched off a small ball of the grayish-white gelatinous substance and smeared it on the cracked floor.

Shiny.

"They are not even human anymore."

The girl held it close to her and sniffed it.

"Don't taste it." Roland reminded softly.

Shandel: ...