The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 81: The Fourth Ring: Flag

As far as that report goes, Mrs. Kate Pasetti's local reputation can indeed be described as positive.

For a mistress from a lowly background…

Shandel Kratov had a clear idea of ​​how difficult this was.

Poor and respectable woman.

"You have not allowed your intelligence to pervert the goodness of your heart, Mrs. Pasetti."

Xiandel praised softly and bowed slightly: "I respect you, and I hope you will be blessed by the Father of All Things and everything will go well."

Kate Pasetti clutched her handkerchief, bowed in return with red eyes:
"You are well, too, Miss Kratov. I have accomplished what I wished for—to bury my mother, and to let her rest in the eyes of the Father of All Things; to repay the gentleman who has done me a favor, and to repay his kindness with the rest of my life—"

"Every day I spend now, I hope to make myself and him happy."

"I want nothing more."

Roland stroked the Spider Kiss in his hand, his expression stiffening.

"Kratov."

"Be alert."

Before he finished speaking, there was a familiar knock on the door.

knock --

Pasetti was stunned for a moment, then nervously grabbed the maid's wrist, "It, it's coming again!!"

"Don't worry, ma'am. It will all be over today."

Shandel and Roland stood up and drew aside the curtains.

On the lawn not far away, there was a sharp black shadow.

It tilted its head and looked at the two people in front of it in confusion: Fernandez and Crow, who were holding guns.

It seems to express a kind of doubt.

Aren’t you going to learn dancing today?
A blurry, translucent figure floated beside Crow, bloody and with fluttering skirts.

'It will be over soon.'

Shandel whispered.

If the purpose of this alien was just to "teach", then Fernandez and Crow would be able to kill it in just a few minutes...

Even without the ceremony, it will still be quick.

This is indeed the case.

When the cryptic instructions were passed to the ghost, it rushed forward like a gust of wind, firmly trapping the monster with long limbs with its arms.

Then, there was a rain of gunfire.

Each bullet left a pale smoke trail, and the bullet line was dense. The next second after the muzzle fired fire, it penetrated the darkness of the night and riddled the target with holes.

They poured out continuously like water, passing through the ghosts and exploding violently on the black shadows.

Bang bang bang bang!
Shadow was stunned for a moment, staring blankly in the direction where the bullets were coming from, confused.

It hugged its face and roared loudly as if crying!
Shandel Kratov turned his head to look at Roland, and just like yesterday, he lowered his hand to pinch Roland's thumb, then opened it and held it again.

"The aliens are uncontrollable, like a broken pipe."

"You know that it is never a good thing for two worlds to overlap. Moreover, we don't know when they will go crazy and cause greater casualties..."

"It is the duty of the executive officers to eliminate them."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief: "This is a lesson for me, right."

"Correct."

Shandel glanced out the window.

"Mercy and fear are not needed by the Executor."

"Although we all rely on the glory of the All-Father, the ritualists of the Inquisition clearly need a clearer mind, more outstanding courage, and a colder heart."

"You can't be afraid of a monster, and you can't sympathize with it."

"Otherwise, the unlucky ones will be human beings, those ordinary people who have happy or unhappy lives, happy or unhappy families."

"Don't be too curious. You are just an apprentice. Just wrap yourself in the "secret."

After Roland nodded thoughtfully, Cinder turned his gaze back to the battlefield with satisfaction.

"You're obviously worried about the money for the bullets."
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I'm hundreds of pounds in debt, spanner.

The gunshots rang out like thunder, and the flames tore through the twilight silk.

His heart and brain were beating loudly, and Roland felt as if his body and soul were out of sync. He wanted to fight, to open the window, jump out, draw his gun, and aim at the alien.

An invisible force was stirring and roaring in his ears:

'The pain of being burned!'

'I am the Holy Flame!'

Roland gasped violently, and a few drops of sweat slid down his forehead.

His hands began to tremble, as if he no longer felt tired or painful - because his will was shouting loudly!

'Flesh and blood turned to ash!'

'I am the Holy Flame!'

Roland immediately gathered up his mystery, trying to use it to wrap himself up to a limited extent - at this moment, a gentle warmth came from the thin palm that was holding him.

It was like a warm spring growing in the blood vessels, flowing from the fingertips, gurgling through Roland's heart.

brain.

Or soul.

"This is the power of the Four Rings."

To Roland, Shandel Kratov's voice was much clearer than the sound of the gunfire.

"Fernandez de Vinson, fourth ring, flag."

Shandel said.

"Glorious Victory: The creatures marked by the ritualist will always maintain high morale in battle and terrify the enemy." "Guidance: When attacking, the ritualist can hit all the attacks of the marked target at one point."

"It seems that the captain's guess is correct."

This alien species can absorb the secrets within the "field" and confuse the rituals, but it is obviously unable to seize or confuse the power of the "road".

That belongs to the ritualist himself.

At least now it should not have such power.

"The captain is trying." Shandel said: "If it can absorb even the "secret" that the ritualist relies on to activate his ability, this alien will become a "big sin."

"A major crime?"

Roland remembers...

Nina.

Miss Nina mentioned it.

"Let me put it this way. Once it becomes a 'mortal sin', it becomes the enemy of the entire Holy Cross - and the enemy of most sects."

Xiandel looked at the alien species outside the window that was gradually dying and spoke slowly.

"If it could absorb the Secret at will and use it as fuel to climb upward, believe me, Collins, it would reach immortality faster than a poor man would freeze to death."

Roland: "Now that you mention it, I'm a little confused about who is faster."

Shandel was amused by someone's sudden 'seriousness' - it was also at this moment that she realized that the two people had been holding hands and had never let go.

She grabbed Roland first, and before she knew it, she was grabbed by Roland again.

Shandel pulled his hand away in shock, then suddenly realized that his behavior was really "impolite".

"Sorry, Collins, I, I should have been earlier..."

"Thank you, Kratov." Roland shook his head slightly and stared at the battlefield that was about to end. "If it weren't for you, I would probably have been inspired by our 'clever and clever' captain to rush out."

"Your captain, who has an intelligence of 5, has promised that you will not be required to go to the battlefield."

“…This is what needs to be done.”

Looking at Roland's calm and peaceful face under the light, Xiandel gradually calmed down.

"That's what I should do, Collins."

"Thank you is what I should say too."

Shandel curled his eyes.

The battle started as quickly as it ended.

The continuous gunfire pushed the black monster dancing in the night to a certain limit.

Its long arms began to drip water, and its tall body became shorter and shorter.

It was unable to tear apart the entanglement of the spirits, and besides the bullets, the invisible curse made it even more weakened and painful.

It seemed to know that this would be its end.

then.

It looked towards the glass window.

Behind the fogged glass, there was a pair of eyes watching it from beginning to end.

On one side, there was warmth and peace, on the other side, there was blood and flesh flying everywhere. They stared at each other amid the sound of gunfire.

"Kill it!"

Fernandez noticed the alien's movements, and fearing that it would counterattack on his deathbed, the man's veins bulged and he shouted loudly!
"storm--!"

Under the black dome, Roland actually saw a hazy but visible "wind" appearing on the horizon - yes, it quickly gathered above Fernandez's head like a cumulonimbus cloud, from gentle to violent, and then...

Howling in——

The wind is strong!

The hurricane violently lifted up the soil and grass, which embraced and surrounded the man in the eye of the storm, making him look like a giant hammer standing in the storm - when he stepped forward, every step seemed to be cut by an invisible blade.

He almost crushed the soil in front of him to get to the alien.

"Look directly at me—!"

"Chubby!"

A hurricane is approaching the alien.

The tall man's roar mixed with the howling of the storm, breaking through the dark clouds.

Shandel let out a sigh.

ended.

The monster outside the window lowered its head.

Crying.

Amid the hail of bullets and the storm, its wails grew fainter.

It gently twisted its only remaining arm, turned around, faced the window with only a slit left, and faced the eyes behind the window.

Touch the chest.

then.

It actually bent slowly towards the glass window.

Just like an actor taking his final bow on stage, with the grand gunfire as bright as day as the curtain and the storm and thunder as the applause, he bids farewell to his familiar audience forever.

As he bowed, his body was hacked to pieces by the storm, like mismatched pieces of wood collapsing.

Only the white mask that served as the 'face' was left.

The smoke was gradually blown away by the wind after the stars became clear.

All that was left was the devastated land that had been chopped off by the hurricane.

And that mask.

(End of this chapter)