The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 526 Ch.525 Bringing small cakes to the world

In addition to the "smell of evil", the "hunters" of the second ring of the "Holy Flame" also master a special skill that is really good at like mountain hunters - except that this trap is not made of metal, springs and silk threads.

Use "secrets".

This is a "grand ceremony" that can only be performed by the "Holy Flame".

- Using extremely special and rare materials, the ritualist will master a power to construct a "trap" by manipulating and condensing "secrets".

Depending on the material, it will directly lead to the bias of the "grand ceremony".

That is, the "traps" made by each "Holy Flame" are also different.

Fernandez's "trap" has the power of "frost".

And some "Holy Flame" "traps" carry fire, poison, or can play a similar role as holy water in exorcism.

This is a very outstanding ability.

Especially for some ignorant and arrogant enemies, a few "traps" can make him see a hysterical face - of course, the reason why Fernandez doesn't use it often is that this power requires a certain "secret" to maintain.

And he rarely fights one-on-one with cultists.

The executive officers don't have such "chivalry", and the cultists are the same.

Usually, when "Holy Flame" faces the enemy, it will use the ability of the third ring "thorns" more - that is, the ability that makes "Holy Flame" really troublesome in the mouths of most pagans.

But the enemy in front of him is too "skillful" and too lethal.

I'm afraid that if he gets hit, the battle will be over.

"Now, we can take a gamble, cultist."

Fernandez raised another gun.

"Before your long whip as sharp as a knife cuts off my head... guess which bullet will arrive first or later?"

The 'woman' whose thigh was frozen by the frost did not struggle, and asked back in a strange tone:

"Would the Owl of the Tribunal be willing to die in such a place? With a cultist?"

"You are not just a 'cultist', the White Veil Killer." Fernandez sneered: "You won't tell me that the tragedy of Minth Chloe was not done by you?"

The 'woman' was unusually calm.

"I did it," she said, "but if I remember correctly, you black crows seem to only chase aliens, cradles of flesh and blood, black urns... Which one am I related to?"

Fernandez sneered: "It's too late to beg for mercy now."

Although he said so, he kept exerting his strength secretly, trying to quietly awaken his tired organs, call back the storm, and cut open the rock that trapped him in the mud-Fernandez thought that the other party was probably doing the same thing.

They obviously didn't have the idea of ​​dying together, and they were confident that they could kill each other at a small price.

Both of them are the same.

They would never want to sacrifice their lives for such an enemy.

So...

Let's see who is faster.

'If only I had completed the second "Sword of Judgment"...'

Fernandez thought.

"You are not behind the Cradle of Flesh and Blood and the Black Urn." He said: "I have dealt with those stinking shits. You are not like those people - the Mithril Church, or..."

At this point, the man couldn't help but frown.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

At this moment, Fernandez hoped that the organization behind the other party was the names he had heard of. At least this was still "a monster in the cult", not "another headache for the cult"...

Things did not go as he wished.

He heard the same laughter as before, and saw the "woman" with a frozen leg, kneeling towards him from a distance - only one leg, and the movement was very strange.

"The winged person of the "tea party" greets you, the owl of the court of inquiry. "The other party greeted cheerfully.

Fernandez's heart gradually sank.

A new cult active in London...

Winged Ones?

Compared to the cradle of flesh and blood that was almost "exposed to the public", he was more wary of such an organization.

Especially after he saw the other party's power.

-It can make the solid soft, and then make the soft solid.

The earth turned into a swamp, and then solidified into hard stone in an instant.

This is not a dream come true, right?!

Which "road" has such ability?

I live in the history recorded in the "Book of Eden"?

The opposite is the "Saint" Delis?

Fernandez thought more and more ridiculous.

How is this possible.

What's more terrifying is that if the other party is also a "four-ring", it would be fine.

But since the fight, "she" has not shown more power.

In other words.

'Her' ring may not be high.

At least not as high as his own.

Then this "road" is really terrible.

Winged Ones...Tea Party...

"Let's talk about your purpose?" Fernandez noticed that the mystical organ in his body was "filled" again, and he was not in a hurry to restart the battle. Instead, he asked casually: "Since you know the duties of the Inquisition, I'm afraid you don't want to be an enemy of the Orthodox Church-"

He said.

"There are always some self-important people who have to do something to prove that they are different..."

"To be honest, Lord Owl. You and your two crow cubs disrupted my ceremony," the "woman" interrupted Fernandez: "This has nothing to do with you."

‘She’ was a little helpless. "That woman who lost her child was also stupid. She insisted on teaching me to give her a living brother - I had to drive her crazy... You see, this way she wouldn't dwell on this matter... Unnecessarily. , I will not kill mortals indiscriminately."

“How can we be like the cultists?”

Fernandez was silent.

These words answered his question - about the unfamiliar grave-digging technique.

He even speculated that the gravekeepers and the families who had lost their children should play some indispensable role in this ceremony.

Because that's what rituals are, most of them are weird.

Especially the ring raising ceremony.

Not to mention that some of the ring-raising ceremonies on the "Organ" road require the ritualists to do shameless things under the banner of 'art' - if you have understood the ring-raising ceremony of "Elegy", you should know that they Why is he called a 'dirty guy'?

Ritualists will do almost anything to gain 'influence'.

"I mean 'your' purpose, cultists. Not yours."

With one answer clear, Fernandez quickly started chasing another:

Both the Cradle of Flesh and the Black Urn follow certain 'doctrine' and 'purpose' in their activities.

He had to find out how many people were behind this cultist from the "Tea Party" who claimed to be a Winged One, and what kind of purpose he had...

"I have no obligation to reply—"

'She' paused, as if she had changed her mind in an instant, and smiled: "Oh, I must tell you our purpose..."

"How about filling the world with cake?"

Fernandez was stunned.

W-what...

cake?

He heard the 'woman' laugh: "The world needs some people with wings, right?"

"We will just descend from the sky and bring cakes of various flavors to the suffering or happy people on earth - what is the purpose of this? We are going to turn all the people in London into fat people... and then tell them that only the thin ones can go Heaven.”

"You are free up there, but in hell you can eat cakes of all kinds of flavors... Mr. Xiao, which side do you like?"

Fernandez shouted in a deep voice: "Shut up! Blasphemer!"

Thunder and storm were closing in on him.

At the same time, he finally put his hand into the lining and touched a rarely used and expensive "rare object"...

Also at the same moment.

The sound is far away.

"You don't think you can trap a cake messenger like this, do you?"

——The woman easily pulled her leg out of the frozen ice, as if she had never been frozen before.

“May our Father of all be alive every day.”

The farewell words were just like my temperament, full of weirdness that could only be believed if spoken at night.

The land begins to flow.

The dead trees in the forest melted in the eyes.

Turn into brown juice.

boiling.

The soil boiling with rotten leaves and ant nests began to swell with bubbles one after another like ripe milk in a pot, bursting, swelling, bursting, and swelling again.

This boiling river is a pot of horror and fear. The raging hot current gently pushes the storm-ridden enemy away, and then further...

The drifting man was surrounded by the storm and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to chase. He watched silently as she tore off a piece of 'mist', made it into a cloak and put it on. He turned around and waved to himself from a distance, as if he was waving goodbye to a ship that was about to sail away. .

After that, the young deer jumped a few times as if returning to its nest and took less than a dozen breaths to escape from his tracking range.

Like fog dissipating into mist.

After a while.

The woods returned to silence.

"The Winged One..."

The man covered in mud rubbed his astringent palms and stared at the ruins in front of him that had been plowed by an invisible array of knives.

Clenched his fists.

A terrifying, extremely difficult force to deal with.

He must report what he witnessed tonight to Lord Enid as soon as possible - the power held by this "road" is too dangerous...

Even if ritual practitioners who are not on the path of Crown God cannot get the blessing of the grand ceremony, it is still dangerous enough.

He didn't even dare to think about how difficult this cultist would become if he was lucky enough to reach the High Ring.

Fernandez took a deep breath.

Babies, families, bones, grave digging.

This ‘ritual’ as the cultists call it…

Maybe.

Is it related to the White Crown Lord of the Wasteland in the Ring of Eternal Silence?

But apart from "Withered Bones" and "Elegy", he had never heard of a third way for those dirty guys...

Not even a legend.

'Tea Party, Winged Ones...'

Fernandez muttered.