The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 267 Ch.266 The Distant Creator

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「Name」: Friends from the story (*ring)
[Description]: An advanced ability of 'manifestation'.

Now, the ritualist only needs to think to invite creatures that have never existed in the waking world but have extraordinary influence to their side.

You can pay a certain amount of "secret" to make them stay temporarily.

Alternatively, you can pay a permanent price and have them completely 'born' in the waking world.

Note: Creatures that have been summoned or born no longer meet the rule of "never existed in the waking world", and you will not be able to summon them again through your abilities - but you can become friends with these new residents?
Note: The "secrets" stored in the puzzle box determine whether the invited creature has the power it deserves - you can invite a real dragon, or a group of hyenas who share the power of dragons.

"※: We never fight alone."

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When the puzzle box began to turn, the power opened its eyes.

The crisp clicking sound of the gears seemed to pull the lock on the water storage dam.

In an instant, an invisible storm swept across the entire street!
This is a storm created purely by "secrets", like the most chaotic black sea in the world during sleep, a disordered dream.

Shandel was shocked by this enormous power: she had only felt such a powerful force like a storm in very few people.

For example: her grandfather, and Enid Jutia.

If the "secret" in her body is like a glass of water, then the box in Roland's hand...

An ocean wide enough for large ships to navigate.

They poured into reality at a speed that even Shandel could not react to, transforming this dry space into a swamp filled with water vapor like the world in sleep.

There are secrets everywhere.

Everywhere.

This is the paradise of ritualists and the holy land of extraordinary creatures. Even the dumbest ones can easily manifest their power here...

Even mortals who live here for a long time can sense the mystery.

"Incredible..." Xiandel subconsciously lowered his arm holding the gun.

As his blood rapidly drained away, Roland's own "secret" was gradually drawn into the torrent released by the mystery box.

They are out of control and quickly become active, spreading and condensing, condensing and spreading like the energy that is running wild everywhere.

'I want an army.'

Roland thought.

He began to look for the stories Miss Nina had told him, those colorful memories of countless wonderful worlds and wonderful creatures.

"I want someone who is accurate, good at killing, strong and good at fighting in the forest..."

'I hope these distant friends will come in this way.'

'They are as light as birds, and even when they step on dead leaves, they make no sound; they are the best hunters, harvesters, warriors, and all in one.'

'Their swords can cleave the strongest armor, and their arrows can pierce every eye.'

'They are the best of friends, the warriors who never betray, and the enemy's nightmare.'

In the swamp, Roland erased the shadow in his memory that was enough to shatter the earth or cause a tsunami.

Then, he began to call upon a group of elegant yet arrogant creatures.

Shandel stared at Roland.

He just stood there.

The black hair and the tattered windbreaker were shrouded in a soft and hazy veil.

The white veil killer.

It's getting foggy.

The originally clear sky seemed to be poured into a glass of colored cocktail. Purple and red, green and emerald, the gorgeous colors took away the position of the sun. The dreamy spots of light formed a long and wide galaxy that crossed the sky over Bristol.

She vaguely heard singing.

The inexplicable ancient ballads and the dewdrops under the starlight play together, and the figures emitting hazy halos walk silently in the woods among the lushness.

Someone looked at Shandel.

Those are a pair of eyes that travel through the vast sea of ​​stars and mottled history.

The tremendous power released by this metal box actually affected this "field".

Shandel took a half step back.

Those shadows in hooded cloaks gradually condensed in the starlight and walked towards them in the fog.

They stood quietly beside Roland. When the wind blew up his robe or hood, the girl could see his pure long hair and light-forged scale armor underneath.

And pointed and long ears.

Or a different species.

The girl moved her mouth, but her dry throat could not make a sound. She squeezed so hard that the wound on her palm began to bleed again.

太…

awesome.

The white veil killer.

artist.

Calling the Alien Apostle...

or…

Their gods.

The thrill of reaching the holy peak made Xiandel fall to his knees.

The wet roses beside her calves expressed silently that a fallen soul mixed with good and evil had finally determined the goal for which she was passionate in this life.

It is not the 'father' who only exists in the Book of Eden or in sculptures and portraits.

Not a woman named 'Gold'.

Not alms, blessings, holy white socks and intimate masses.

She found the disruptor of this world and common sense.

This true sin that betrays justice, piety, and holiness, a monster covered in a holy veil, hiding in the most glorious and pure house.

awesome.

Roland Collins.

You are a great sin, an enemy in the mouth of the crown god of this world, and an unforgivable sin.

Shandel couldn't help but clasp his hands together and pray in this cold fog:

“God the Father, the Benefactor, the only true God who created all things.”

"I pray in your eyes, as a servant who prays to be favored in your eyes..."

"I have almost held the Staff, taught by the Immaculate Conception..."

Shandel looked sad:
"But I'm afraid you'll have to save me!"

"Save me from this world's filth!"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to have an affair with someone who associates with an alien species!"

“I can’t stop this!”

“Father God…”

"Please send down an oracle quickly and kill this filthy, lowly, obscene blind man!"

"Kill him! It will save me from being defiled, losing my virginity, shedding my blood, and forever being away from your glory and mercy..."

She became more and more anxious as she spoke, almost on the verge of tears.

She cursed and worried.

But gradually, the sadness only remained in the sound coming out of the throat.

Her tears were not as wet as the soil around her.

——Whether she is pious or not, good or evil itself, seems to be a very important game to her.

She enjoyed it and had fun with it.

Roland...

Collins.

Shandel Kratov looked fascinatedly, watching more and more figures appear in the mist.

They just stood there, seemingly blending in with the surrounding trees, grass and flowers.

These alien species seem to be born into nature, their tall and elegant shadows make no sound when they are still.

“l síla erin l e-govaned vn (When we meet, the stars will shine).”

The leading alien took off his hood, revealing beautiful and soft blonde hair.

He was tall, with a pair of piercing blue eyes, carrying a bow on his back and a long-handled sword hanging from his waist.

"Haldir greets you, distant creator."

His sweet voice echoed in the wind.

(End of this chapter)