The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 266 Ch.265 Friends from the Story

Kill these 'ritual objects' that make up the mystical triangle, the alienated citizens.

Perhaps it would prevent the angel from being able to maintain this "field" by absorbing the power of the sleeping world without restraint...

Then, Shandel and Fernandez could escape.

“If I could do this…”

Shandel interrupted: "To carry out such a crazy massacre, you must have at least ten teams of executors and be well prepared, or... do you have a secret army?"

Maybe I really do.

Roland stretched out his hand and let the small candle wrap around his wrist again.

"If I have a choice, I don't want to die. At least I don't want that rotten fire that can't live without meat to die with me."

“It’s pretty cute.”

"…sometimes."

Roland muttered to himself.

Shandel listened and listened, and suddenly leaned his head against Roland, speaking in a voice so soft as not to disturb a sleeping ear:

"Don't be afraid, Roland."

She could understand a dying person's fear of death.

“We will go to the eyes of the Father of All, to the kingdom of heaven where all light shines.”

She comforted him.

"After we die, our souls will be immortal and will forever accompany the sleeping god."

She touches him.

“We are the children of the All-Father, the flames that sing to Him.”

She encouraged him.

"We have reached the end of the Executor..."

The two people who depended on each other snuggled up to each other and listened to the girl humming the familiar hymn softly.

The sacred tail is long and continuous, suitable for girls with tender voices.

For example, Shandel.

"You don't have to die with us." Roland said.

He was referring to Fernandez's previous speculation: he guessed that Archbishop Kratov must have given the girl a magical gift that could save her life - or something else.

Of course, Shandel could hear Roland's subtext.

The girl asked in a puzzled tone, "Why do you think so?"

"He is your relative." Roland replied.

"Why would my relatives want me to live?" asked Shandel again.

Roland admitted defeat.

After all, there was a name that he couldn't avoid:

Tallis Collins.

"If you were a boy, it might be different," he said.

Shandel sat up, blinking his eyes, not understanding why. Old Kratov would not...

Oh.

Little boy.

"That's the second time, Roland. You just like to tell inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times."

"Do me a favor, Shandel."

"Ok?"

"I have a pot of flowers on the balcony. There is a deposit slip under the bed. My uncle is getting old, and it's time for him to live a decent life as a rich man. James Jones from Falkshire is my 'mother'. There is a thief who likes to pursue excitement and is always dishonest. A little painter from the Taylor family..."

He kept on talking, and Shandel just held his chin and listened quietly.

Then continue at the end of the sentence.

"Roland." There was only sincerity in her lake blue eyes: "You know, I don't care, and I won't help anyone do this."

indeed.

Roland nodded and stared at the wooden bed where Fernandez lay unconscious.

Next to her, Cherry was standing with her hands behind her back, admiring the view outside through another window.

The sunlight passed by the vague phantom in the dust.

'You are not welcome here, Roland,' she said. 'It is too early, dear.'

Miss Nina was wearing an inappropriate short skirt that showed off her legs. She was bending over, pretending to pinch Fernandez's nostrils, and then preparing to flip up his eyelids.

She seemed a little angry and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Roland picked up the metal box beside his legs. On the heavy box, a black line ran down the middle, dividing the long strip of metal into two sections.

A small mechanism that can be twisted.

He stood up with difficulty, holding on to the windowsill.

"The last one, Shandel."

The last one.

Shandel moved his eyes and stared at the metal box in Roland's hand.

It brings death...?

The girl didn't want to interrupt such a beautiful and brilliant ending, nor did she intend to give up enjoying the fireworks.

She just asked, "Where are we going?"

"Find the shortest way out of town."

Xiandel pondered for a moment and pointed in a direction.

She looked at Roland, especially the strange metal box in his hand.

"We will be chopped into pieces." The girl said as she pulled out her gun: "Their spider legs will cut through the base of your penis like ice knives, and will tear my two pieces..."

"Xandel." Roland interrupted her little hobby: "I'm so glad you haven't drunk the holy marrow."

The curtains were parted a crack.

There are many monsters wandering the streets.

"What can I do for you?" She leaned over to whisper in Roland's ear.

"Try to divert them." Roland whispered, "...If I activate this box, I will definitely be discovered - they are very sensitive to "secrets"..."

"How long do you need it?"

asked Shandel.

"To be honest, I don't know."

Who knows when the puzzle box will be activated?
"I can only go in person. But if it takes too long, I will die." She tiptoed to the door and turned her head: "If I die, remember, don't save Fernandez Devinsson, don't let him survive. Otherwise, our sacrifice will only build his glory."

Roland: ...

Shandel blinked. "I don't like it. How can we die and he live?"

Take a deep breath and prepare to open the door.

At this moment, a violent explosion sounded at the end of the alley——!
Rumble, rumble, rumble——

The shaking was no less than that of a giant tree breaking through the ground!
Roland quickly drew aside the curtains:

Just down the street, in the forest.

A golden flame is burning!

All the monsters, visible or invisible, roared. They were attracted and rushed towards the place where the fire was burning. The street fell into a brief emptiness.

Shandel squinted his eyes and stared at the golden flames that climbed up the treetops and spread in all directions.

She knows what it is.

"It looks like you don't have to die."

Roland took the opportunity to open the door, waited for a moment, and then stepped into the wild rose bushes.

This place no longer looks like a city, but rather a human relic that has long since died in history, parasitizing on the vast forest.

As time went on, it started to look more and more like a real forest.

Nature is replacing the human footprint in Bristol.

The "field" is constantly strengthening and expanding.

Shandel bent down and plucked a rose, crushing it in his hands. "That angel used Carlotta's voice and power. The Immortal is naturally their eyes and ears. We won't be safe for long, Roland."

She raised her head slightly, looking at the sea of ​​trees in the distance and the rose field connected to the sea of ​​trees: "This may be the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life... for the last time."

The warm sun in the sky in late winter brings a calming force to people.

Two newcomers to the ring shouldn't have to face such a fate - but then, who would reason with fate?

Click.

When Roland grasped the two ends of the metal box with his hands and had not yet turned it, the steel needle popped out and pierced his palm.

Like the mouthparts of a mosquito that sucks blood.

He could clearly feel the blood in his body slowly flowing along his veins, ready to rush into the box.

A path covered with flowers appeared in Roland's mind.

As if he was supposed to know this, it only took him a short time to determine what kind of power he needed to solve the problem at hand.

A power whose location is unknown but whose description is extremely clear.

"Friends from Stories"

(End of this chapter)