The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 48 Apprentice's Battle

Everyone just watched this extremely rude blind man, crouching down, groping, groping, groping...

He grabbed the corner of the wizard's clothes.

"…This ceremony cannot be interrupted! How could there be a blind man——"

The wizard screamed!
Roland quickly let go of him, his face full of shame, and he kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, sir! I'm sorry, I'll wipe it for you right now... My handkerchief... Where's the handkerchief..."

He let go of the other person's clothes, quietly grasped the struggling Cherry with one hand, and reached into his pocket with the other hand.

At this moment, everyone heard a clear and loud sound——

boo.

Like the sound of a wine cork being pulled out.

In a flash, the wizard found that the boy who had been humble and bowed to apologize before suddenly raised his head and stared at him with his cold and bright golden eyes.

By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

Golden liquid poured out from the finger-thin glass bottle.

They were liquid, but when they came into contact with his body, they suddenly turned into deadly blades!

In a dark dream, Cherry stood among the fleeing crowd.

She saw the fluttering black windbreaker and the young man holding a handleless golden blade, drawing an arc in front of him as brilliant as the scorching sun!

The sharp blade hit the sorcerer!
He screamed in pain—

"The Burner!!"

Any 'decent' ritualist can make holy water to exorcise evil spirits through the ritual of the All-Father.

But when a disagreement arises like this...

There are only the Burners of the Inquisition.

They are all of this style.

In an instant, the room was in chaos.

The sorcerer kicked the table open, revealing the wooden box under it.

He bent his index finger, made a strange gesture, and pointed it at the crowd:
A zombie broke out of the box!

——Just before he completed the above actions, Roland's dagger had already pierced his shoulder and lower abdomen.

"Heart, neck, spine, kidneys..."

The young man, as light as a black crow feather, blew up a dazzling storm around the sorcerer.

When the zombie's saliva fell to the ground, the figure had already floated away from the danger - Roland kicked away the strange woman who was running around blocking the way, and pulled the panicked Cherry to break open the side door of the small room.

There was already flames outside.

This is the "field", but it is difficult for mortals to perceive.

They just ran with the crowd, trying to avoid the flames and the wooden beams that collapsed after being burned by the flames.
Those gorgeous decorations now turned into deadly sharp blades and boulders, smashing people's heads and causing them to bleed and wail.

Roland found Beatrice Taylor still lingering around the banquet outside the door, so he grabbed her with one hand and continued running without looking back.

The brilliant perspective allows him to notice more at the same time.

There is more than one enemy in this house.

There are also cultists harvesting lives in other places.

This was a premeditated attack.

"I thought you would put them in a place and say 'wait until I come back' -"

"Go ahead!"

"Brave boy!"
-
I'm not crazy.

Roland was running around the house like a headless fly, and finally Cherry, who had calmed down, pointed him in the direction - the bathroom, go to the bathroom.

That is the closest, most secluded and least crowded place.

Unfortunately, there was someone chasing Roland closely.

The cultist who had just been injured by him.

perhaps…

Shouldn't he be a cultist?

strangeness.

Fernandez said that only the ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence can create and drive zombies...

And the 'smell' he was familiar with was also emitted by the zombies in the alley that night.

It happens to men too.

This is why he used holy water directly.

Bang!
Roland pushed the two women into the bathroom, raised his hand, turned around and fired a shot, closed the door, then rolled on the ground and hid behind the overturned table.

"The hero chooses to protect the one he loves and faces the enemy alone!"
-
The bathroom is a dead end, stupid.

"Retire, Su Yue has already said it, retire Roland!"

Roland didn't bother to pay attention to him and stared at the spreading circles of white waves - the sound was too dense, and his vision was filled with waves after waves, chaotic and dense.

"The Burner..."

"There's actually a Burner at the party...hahahaha..."

"Look, he's shown you the way."
-
Miss Nina once said that villains die because they talk too much, and it’s true.

Roland calmly changed his gun, put the muzzle on the table, and turned his head to judge the distance...

"How will your Holy Father still pity you when I peel your skin off?"

boom!
The bullet pierced the wooden table, but no one knew where it went. The first shot.

Roland muttered to himself.

crunch.

The visitor's leather boots stepped on sawdust.

boom!
The bullets spread out into a net and hit the target, but ended up in a mass of gelatinous substance.

Second shot.

Roland frowned and rubbed his arm.

He has been bitten twice.

"Have you ever heard the flute?"

He did not approach directly, but paced in the semi-arc in front of Roland like a predator teasing its prey.

"The sound of the flute is produced through the dense holes in the bones..."

position.

precise.

Roland measured the distance with a cold eye and pulled the trigger.

boom!
The third shot!
This time it worked.

Not only did the annoying mumbling disappear, he also heard a muffled groan, and...

The rustling sound that slithers like a snake...

wrong!

Roland twisted his ankle and fell to the side!
The spurting blood instantly corroded the place where he had been a second ago.

The blood is burning.

The man standing in the fire had half of his face burnt. After the skin peeled off, his true appearance was revealed: it was a face covered with bloody spider webs, his features could not be seen clearly, and his eyes were filled with wriggling black nematodes.

A red python coiled on his shoulder, and its tail melted into the earth and turned into blood, bubbling like boiling water.

It reminded Roland of Seth Will.

The bullet just now must have hit his arm.

he got hurt.

"Firearms are useful to ritualists, Roland. We are not as powerful as we look. Except for the immortals, below the tenth ring, we are all mortals."

"But most ritualists will not expose themselves to gunpoint, let alone let the enemy know their identity..."

'Or a chance to fight back...'

'That's silly.'

Isn't there one here?

Fernandez.

Roland took out the Spider Kiss and pointed it at the man from a distance.

The fourth shot.

boom!
hit--

The bullet formed a light silver line and pierced through the man's chest. Blood spurted out from the penetration.

He walked towards Roland and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

He melted in the boiling blood soup.

Roland just breathed a sigh of relief...

"careful."

suddenly.

An arm stretched out against his cheek—from the pool of blood at his feet.

Then, the head, neck, and body. The man melted into the blood, but was resurrected from the blood again...

His body was dripping with red blood, and he reached out to strangle Roland's neck.

He moved closer to Roland.

It seemed as if he couldn't get hurt.

"You haven't adapted to the ritualist's fighting style yet..."

"apprentice."

He had a playful look on his face, and the nematodes in his eyes pulled out black threads that were almost reaching into Roland's mouth.

boom!
The fifth shot.

Roland put the muzzle of the gun to his chin.

The silver-plated bullet fired at close range completely shattered the man's skull. However, no hard bone fragments flew around.

It was like a urine bubble filled with water, which suddenly exploded into a ball of blood.

Then, under Roland's expressionless gaze, it slowly solidified into a brand new head.

“The perfect path.”

"I should have known that there is only one choice."

"Join us, Padawan."

"I'll show you the real world."

(End of this chapter)