The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 49: Rain of Apples and Champagne

"apprentice."

"Will you join us?"

In the fire, the man grabbed Roland's neck and lifted him up lightly.

Roland struggled to pull at his palms, kicking his legs unconsciously.

Strength is not his strong point.

"Listen..."

"Someone is playing the flute..."

He stuck out his long tongue and wrote something on Roland's face with the tip of his tongue.

“Join us…”

"What the Father of All Things cannot give you, the Mother can give you, but we..."

Roland knocked his fingers away with force and got some time to breathe: "No problem, I'll join! Don't kill me!"

This surprised the cultists.

Both sides looked at each other and fell into silence.

"Unpredictable development."

Indeed, this cultist never thought that he would get a positive response. Normally, shouldn't it be something like 'Give up your heart, you evildoer! Even if I die in battle, I will return to Eden, the Father of All Things'?

"Roland, you should find a chance to leave."

"You can't save them."

At this moment, the floating words suddenly became sharp.

"You should go now."

The flames grew sharper, baring their fangs and claws as they expanded further in sight.

Which means, it’s serious.

"You wouldn't be stupid enough to confront an initiator head-on, would you?"

"Surviving is the most important thing. You still have a chance to retreat."

"Next, do as I say:"

"First, cut off his hand."

"Then move. You should have noticed his flaw—he can't run fast."

"There are still five Spider Kiss shots left. It should be enough for you to hold him back for a while."

"There are two good human shields in the bathroom. Use them as targets and you should be able to get away with minimal injuries—he won't be able to catch up to you."

"Do you understand?"

"Do as I say..."

"Roland?"

Roland opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The cultist curiously closed the distance and leaned his ear closer.

"Dying to earn——"

puff.

Roland put one arm around his neck in a hugging gesture, and with the other hand he held the dagger backwards, firmly fixing the blade into his brain.

The dagger pierced into the back of his head and twisted it a few times with its sharp edge.

He melted again.

The blood is roaring.

The cultist, feeling deceived, erupted in anger like a volcano. He transformed his hand into a hard awl and stabbed it fiercely into Roland's abdomen. Then, he swung it away with force.

Bang!
Roland broke the door and tumbled into the bathroom.

He felt like his spine was about to break, his lower abdomen was cold, and wet liquid kept flowing out.

When Roland was thrown in, both women let out short, sharp screams—

Beatrice squatted on the ground, and Cherry used this opportunity to smash the glass in Beatrice's hand and picked up a piece of glass to use as a weapon.

"Roland!"

Cherry crawled over and held Roland's hand. After noticing that his lower abdomen was bleeding, she hurriedly turned back to find a towel.

"You are the weakest Incinerator I have ever seen."

The man stepped closer on the debris, the blood on his body twisting constantly as it flowed, as if it had come to life.

Roland gasped: "…You are the most handsome cultist I have ever seen."

"Repay evil with kindness. That's a good idea." Flame said sarcastically.
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Miss Nina said that sincerity is the best weapon.

"You've definitely learned a lot from her ability to joke around - don't you plan on living?!"

The pale white fonts appeared faster and faster, almost jumping out of his sight.

It has never burned so vigorously.
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Wrench, I found his weakness.
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Believe me.
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I have a way to...

"Bullshit!"

"It's an illusion that I can kill alone. Why don't you use the two God-given targets?"

"Roland?"

The white flames burned more and more vigorously, and the font became larger and larger.

The cultist looked at the dazed Beatrice with interest, then looked at Cherry who was glaring at him, leaned over, grabbed Roland's neck, and lifted him up again.

"I haven't killed a Burner yet. Ladies, have you ever killed anyone?"

He stroked his lips, watching the young man struggling in his hands, a cruel grin appeared on his face: "At least you can see it with your own eyes..."

At this moment, Cherry suddenly shouted towards the door.

"Mingsi!"

The cultists also turned their heads.

A hunched, tiptoeing man was about to slip out of the door and leave the hall.

Mings Chloe.

His suit was torn, his hair was messy and scattered on his forehead, and his arm seemed to be scratched by a sharp edge and was bleeding a little.

Overall, there were no serious injuries.

"Damn it! You--" He was furious when he saw that he was discovered: "You bitch!" He turned to the cultist and bowed flatteringly: "You can do what you want... please..."

"Save me! Mingsi!"

"Shut up! You... Sir, please let me go... I didn't see anything..."

"Ming Si..."

The cultist watched the bowing man, watching him move step by step, nodding his head, sticking to the wall, and leaving the hall with his head bowed.

He turned back and looked at the dazed woman with amusement.

There had never been a more desperate moment for Cherry.

But at this moment, she found that Roland kicked her lightly with the heel of his shoe.

Along the way, a cold object fell into her skirt. It was wrapped by the thick pleats of her skirt and bounced twice by the crinoline, without making any sound.

"Then we are the only ones left."

The cultist turned around and stared at Roland, whose face turned blue, and let him thrust the dagger into his body again.

No.

This time, Roland didn't aim for the head or the neck.

He cut off the cultist's hands, letting himself fall to the ground, then he grabbed the carpet with both hands and climbed out.

Leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

Survive, struggle.

To stay alive.

Weak creatures.

The man leisurely brushed his shoulders, waited for the blood to solidify into his palm, and followed slowly like a cat playing with mouse.

At this angle, he was facing Roland, but his back was to Cherry and Beatrice.

"I have seen many Burners, but you are the weakest."

"what's your name?"

"Maybe I should return your head to your...siblings?"

He stepped on Roland's hand and squatted in front of him, watching him struggle weakly like a fish in the desert.

The man laughed loudly and tilted his head, admiring the beauty he had created.

In the flames, his second layer of skin fell off again.

Revealing the third face under the skin.

"you--"

"It seems you still don't understand how great a mother is, apprentice." He rubbed his hands, picked up a serrated steak knife from the ground, and turned it.

"I'll peel your face off."

"If you're not dead, I'll spare your life."

He pushed Roland over and made him lie on the ground facing the ceiling. He pointed the tip of the knife at Roland's face, as if he was considering where to start.

"I don't have much time, let's get started."

Suddenly, he found that Roland's expression became unusually calm.

The amber eyes stared at him, as if penetrating his body and looking beyond.

"I changed my mind." The cultist said with a gloomy face.

"Gouge out your eyes first..."

He raised the knife.

boom--!
Before the sound reached his ears, a bullet from behind drew a bright silver trajectory.

The bullet spun forward and penetrated the back of the man's head, crushing his brain and making a buttonhole-sized hole in his forehead.

Some grayish-white liquid with powder residue flowed out of the hole.

He shivered a few times, and his arms and thighs twisted and twitched.

He subconsciously wanted to hold on to something and tried to stand up, but his body fell to the other side.

The table was knocked over, and the vases and flower baskets on it fell onto the carpet.

then.

thump.

He fell to the ground, struggled for a few seconds, and then died.

"As expected, I am only immune to attacks that I can detect..."

Roland lay on his back, muttering to himself.

"You almost died!"

The floating words covered almost the entire field of vision, merging into exclamation marks that grew larger and larger in Roland's sight.

Then, as if in a tantrum, all of it disappeared like a burst of bubbles.

"Roland!!"

Cherry staggered over with Spider Kiss in one hand and Beatrice in the other.

The shot she fired from behind saved Roland and herself.

"A good shot, Detective Cherry."

"I told you that when I was young, my father often took me to hunt...hunt Roland!"

She dropped the gun, knelt beside Roland, and covered her abdomen with her hands, tears falling one by one.

She cried and cursed, at a loss, with her hands covered in blood.

Roland was somewhat numb from the pain at this point.

His mind became unusually active, and his soul seemed to have left his body, no longer restricted by flesh and blood.

He suddenly remembered one thing.

"Cherry, there's a small problem with the gun. You might experience some minor discomfort, such as: paralysis, dizziness, vomiting, convulsions..."

"vomit--"

Roland: ...

Cherry: ...

He sighed.

Beatrice crouched on his other side.

The girl, her face covered in dust, stared at Roland's face, as if she knew something big had just happened. She obediently wanted to help wipe off the blood - but before her hand touched Roland's face, she shivered.

"Roland."

She slowly changed her posture from half squatting to kneeling, looking at the boy lying on his back, she couldn't help but tears rolled down her face.

Roland:?
“I’m in the rain.”

Roland: ...

Did you guys... make an agreement?

“What a unique way to express gratitude.”
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wrench.
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Do you have a cleaning function...

"It's far from you."

"Besides, you like rain, don't you? You swore so much before."

"Tell me, Roland."

"Which do you prefer, apple rain or champagne rain?"
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To shut up.
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I'm in pain, wrench...

"Then of course I have to keep my mouth shut. It would be troublesome if I opened my mouth at this time."

Roland: ...
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Are you not angry anymore?
The words disappeared again.

(End of this chapter)