The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 269 Ch.268 The Last Blessing
Roland made the right choice.

The elves were indeed the best choice for the current desperate situation—there were many of them, and each one was highly skilled.

But the "secret" in the puzzle box...

It can't hold out for much longer.

"This power is nowhere near what we would have otherwise possessed."

As time went on, the monsters along the way became more and more powerful; on the contrary, the guards around Roland, including Haldir himself, were visibly weakening.

"I'm sorry, Haldir."

"You never have to say sorry to the elves - only those greedy stone heads will grunt like porcupines and disrespect their creator."

Greedy stone head?
Roland was well aware of the grudges between the two races. He couldn't help but smile: "Fortunately, I invited the firstborn children."

Haldir was very calm: "Those stones that are not as high as the table are useless. I advise you -"

"Roland."

Shandel suddenly pointed to a huge tree that was shedding powder.

"Look."

The lush green treetops seemed to have been doused with acid. These giant plants that lived in spring and summer finally began to feel the harshness of winter—they were dissolving, withering, and collapsing.

Roland could see the gray-white wool threads cracking and breaking at an incredibly fast speed, and then the world began to shake.

“The field is becoming increasingly unstable.”

This proves that the elves' attack was effective.

He clutched the puzzle box and looked up.

The stars meet the setting sun.

If they could look from a high place, they would find that the entire dream had many spider-web-like cracks.

As the "ritual objects" died one by one, the ritual that was originally unfinished, the slender pointer began to move to the other end of the scale -

"We need to speed up."

Roland looked solemn.

He didn't know what the angel was planning, but now, he was heading towards his inevitable death - he had to make some money back, right?

At least get Shandel and Fernandez away safely.

Just as he thought.

The next section of the journey became extremely difficult.

Those alienated citizens seemed to be crazy, swarming in from every street, every alley, from rooftops, treetops or rose bushes!

They are not afraid of pain or death, and they continue to move forward.

Even though the elves swung their swords with all their might, the 'land' squeezed by the 'tide' became smaller and smaller.

The power of the puzzle box is fading.

So is Roland's blood.

They were almost reaching their alighting point - the only station in Bristol.

That is also the edge of the entire "field".

A huge wall tangled with green vines rising from the ground.

Roland could no longer feel his legs. His entire body was cold, as if the cold wind would blow through him.

Haldir let another elf hold him, then he carried him on his shoulders, and finally he carried him on his back.

They galloped through death and limbs, each one of them covered in their own blood or the blood of monsters.

Casualties began to appear among the elves.

First there was a ranger - a monster that suddenly pounced on him was cut in half in mid-air by the flashing light of a knife, but after he landed, he still pierced the elven ranger's heart with his sharp spider legs.

Next, it was the guards wielding dual broadswords.

In order to save Shandel, he had half of his neck bitten off.

Once it starts, death will follow completely.

The further you go, the fewer elves there are.

These fearless creatures that came upon invitation turned into a light mist after their death, surrounding Roland.

"We are not truly alive, Creator."

Haldir wiped his bloodshot eyes, and his dazzling golden hair became dull.

He led the way at the front of the team, the gaps in his armor that looked like a work of art filled with alien flesh and blood.

"We are just a memory, a series of phantoms, non-existent guardians formed by the secret treasure in your hand."

He was worried about this distant Creator, fearing that he would be sad about it.

"Human grief does not cost us our lives," said Roland.

Haldir kicked off his boots, pulled out the sword that was deeply embedded in the monster's belly, and chopped off his head with a backhand: "That's more tragic, isn't it?"

"You're right." They finally reached the towering wall of trees.

The good news is: this hard, wet 'plant' is slowly dying, just like the entire forest.

The bad news: slowly.

"I don't know how much longer I can hold out, Chandel."

The elves cut off the rampantly growing vines and roses, the nameless plants whose colors looked particularly dangerous, tore off the cloak, and gently placed Roland on the cleaned bench.

(Fernandez was thrown to the ground next to the bench.)
"I felt like it sucked all my blood out of me."

The mystery box is bright and colorful.

Piping hot and soft.

There was even bronze liquid dripping onto Roland's boots.

It's melting.

"Fate will not extinguish a flame it favors, the Creator."

Haldir didn't care about Roland's weakness at this moment. He looked like a truly weakened human, even weaker than the goblins who were so tenacious - he didn't care.

Because not every 'human' can possess such great power.

The great are unaware of their own greatness, and the evil doers never think they are evil.

The cold wind blew across the cooled blood.

Haldir thrust his sword into the ground and came before Roland.

One knee touches the ground.

He gently stroked Roland's drowsy eyes with his fingers:

There were golden fragments flowing in there, as beautiful and noble as Mrs. Bai's long hair shining with the light of the sun and the moon.

"The star of Earendil shines forever, and all evil and darkness are but insignificant things."

"The beauty of light and sublimity endures forever."

he said softly.

“Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya. (May the gods protect you on your journey through the world)”

He read a long speech.

Then, carefully remove your hand.

The young man in front of him had his head lowered, his black hair hanging down, and he had already fallen into a long sleep.

His hands were riddled with holes from the iron nails that popped out of the box and were almost festered.

But still holding on tightly.

Even the heart will slow down and stop beating.

Haldir stood up and took a few steps back.

Salute to this distant Creator.

Then, draw your sword.

Facing some lush place, his expression is heavy.

"What language is that?"

Shandel tiptoed past Fernandez, sat next to Roland, hugged him, and put his head on his shoulder.

"Elf." The elf said without even turning his head, the blade of his sword gleaming.

"Oh, is it the death prayer?"

Haldir smiled.

"No, it's a blessing. It's a blessing that we can meet next time."

crunch.

The tiny sound was finally captured.

The remaining elves were facing a formidable enemy - their remaining strength was not enough to fight against this dangerous creature:
A monster with white wings.

The angel came out of the woods.

"forward!"

Haldir yelled!

His chest heaved, and the last of the energy in the puzzle box accumulated into a storm, with lightning and thunder in the sound.

"Forward! Firstborn!"

They marched in unison, their leg armor slamming together, making a clanging sound for the last time!
"Forward! Warriors of Lothlórien!"

Haldir found that his arms were beginning to blur, so he immediately swung his sword and rushed forward!
"Face our enemies!"

(End of this chapter)