The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 265: Desperate Situation
What does "don't taste" mean?
Shandel glared at Roland.

"Captain Devinson is absolutely right."

"what?"

"You always like to make inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times."

"Xandel."

"Ok?"

"The same goes for you."

"I won't, Roland."

"Like asking me to strangle you to death on a freezing winter night...?"

The girl coughed twice and stuffed the gelatin into the corpse's neck.

"People are always honest before they die, right?" She put away the knife, walked to the bed, and smeared the sticky gray glue on her hands on Fernandez's clothes.

He turned on his toes and walked towards Roland.

She followed his lead and leaned against the wall, sitting side by side with him.

But her legs were not relaxed, and her hands were still around her knees.

Two pairs of eyes in the room were staring at the unconscious man on the bed at the same time, but no one was really thinking about anything related to him.

Roland stroked the patterned metal box in his hand, struggling a little.

The fire in sight was silent and steady.

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[Name] Delis's Challenger Puzzle Box

[Type]: Strange Item (Alien/Ghost/Ritualist)
[Description]: A rare item made by Saint Delis.

It is difficult for ignorant people to imagine what great and learned ritualists can achieve - for example, making a magical item that can enable people to grasp the "future" in advance.

'Delis's Challenger's Box' has the power to perform this miracle.

Miracles only happen once.

After turning left and right, the puzzle box will open (it cannot be closed before the end).

The user can sense some of the power of his or her own path in advance (one to ten rings), and choose to temporarily master one of them.

Note: The mystery box contains a certain amount of "secrets", it is not infinite.

Note: When the blood and the power in the mystery box dry up, all miracles will cease to exist.

Note: This is a rare item that does not require any "extra cost". Of course, the person who uses it will bloom and wither with the item itself.

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This is the rare item that the angel 'gave' him.

A magical item that will inevitably lead to death after use.

Even if he didn't understand, he knew the consequences of humans losing their blood - the mystery box could allow him to briefly possess a power that he could not currently master.

That's it.

What is the purpose of that angel?
"Saint Delis..."

He suddenly thought of Helen Hawkins who died on the Golden Island. Before she died, she read: "Great sin", "Prophecy comes true"——

Then I thought of what the angel had said:

'It's fate.'

Is it my destiny to turn the prophecy's box, to fight, to bleed to death in Bristol?
I hate fate, but I have to obey it.

It's ridiculous.

Roland put down the puzzle box and scratched the bracelet on his wrist.

"Wake up, honey."

The slender white snake slowly slid to the floor.

Then, under Xiandel's surprised gaze, it gradually expanded into a red-eyed python as thick as an arm.

'Father?'

"Come onto my lap."

The little candle tilted its head and looked at its snake father. It felt that something was wrong with him today...

Maybe he'd feel better if I lay on his lap?

That’s right.

Thinking this way, he placed the snake's head on Roland's lap. "I thought nothing would surprise me today." Shandel looked at the snake, then at Roland. "You have raised an alien, Mr. Executor."

Roland gently stroked the smooth and tight scales of the small candle: "I thought there was only one blind man in the room."

Shandel smiled. "One need not be so frank even before death, 'gentleman'."

"I thought you were going to draw your gun first."

"I am a 'Saint', not a 'Holy Flame'," Xiandel shook his head, "I don't completely agree with some of the rules of the Inquisition..."

"Like alien species?"

Shandel: "For example, apart from burning at the stake, there is no other punishment that involves cutting a person's bones alive."

Roland: ...

He turned his head to look at the girl and repeated her words: "There is no need to be so honest before death, 'lady'." He gently tapped the candle's head and said, "You should be unable to do anything about this 'field', right?"

White Snake nodded.

The "field" is not the world during sleep, nor is it a real dream.

Xiandel listened to Roland talking to himself, but did not ask about the alien species.

Now there is no need to worry about this crime which is enough to be burned at the stake.

"Generally speaking, no ritualist would set up a "field" of extreme degree without purpose - this would consume a lot of "secrets"... continuously."

“The ‘field’ is used for ceremonies, it is closed and secret, it does not need to be too large or too delicate.”

Shandel told Roland that there was a way to tear the "field" apart.

Either a great technique, or a rare item, or another "field" with similar power.

"Obviously, we have none of those three."

Roland answered slowly.

The "field" was able to cover the entire city and last for at least several hours. Under this premise, the citizens who drank the holy marrow were alienated...

"Although the final step of 'collapse' is missing, the angel can still continuously draw strength from the sleeping world."

Shandel was pessimistic about whether they would make it out alive.

"There is another solution that is not a solution." She said: "Just like what Captain Devinson did before - destroy this ritual. Without the support of the power of the sleep world, its "field" cannot last for too long."

Destroy this ritual.

"If the ritual is not completed, there is a possibility that it will be destroyed. We do not need to kill the master of the ritual."

Shandel twirled his gray hair with his fingers, thinking: "…Perhaps, killing these 'ritual objects' that make up the arcane triangle can also weaken the 'collapse'…"

Roland was slightly startled: "You mean, those alienated citizens."

"That's right." Shandel nodded, "However, I can't guarantee which one is more difficult, this or facing the angel directly..."

How many alienated citizens are there in the entire city?

How many will they kill?

Fifty rounds of ammunition.

suddenly.

There was a rustling sound outside the door.

The two people who were whispering to each other the last second seemed to be stuck in a clock, standing still moment by moment.

They breathed softly, pricked up their ears, and listened quietly to the sound outside the door:
There were heavy footsteps, the snapping sound of spider blades scraping across the wall, the dragging sound, and the sticky sound of soles of shoes sinking into and being pulled out of the blood mud.

Roland gestured to her, reached over her shoulder, turned around, and gently pushed aside a corner of the curtain with his fingers.

This was also the only moment when he could finally observe this "field" carefully without worrying about attacks, a city that was completely "plantified":

One after another, extremely sturdy green trees rise from the ground, and the treetops that block out the sun scatter tiny golden spots; the coastal city that was originally barren and green has now become a complete Genshin Impact forest.

But there are no birds singing and no animals flying through the woods.

There are monsters with spider legs on their backs everywhere.

The mud had grown a thick layer of fine-grained black soil, with a tangled, flat carpet of thorns on top.

Further up, roses of unknown species raised their heads, waiting to be chopped off, and a bright red color gathered into a sea.

Their nourishment comes from the flesh and blood of those who die around them.

Drawing on the flesh and blood of mortals, they become more beautiful.

The city was noisy as Roland and Shandel rushed out of the church.

Now, it's getting quieter.

Because there are only a few real 'living people' left.

Roland peered out the window, and only after the wandering monster knocked on the door and the wall a few times and staggered away did he silently breathe a sigh of relief and slide down.

(End of this chapter)