The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 736 Ch.735 Attack (Additional)

The 'blade' that came with the storm chopped Darwin's room into pieces.

Those blades were undoubtedly sharper than real blades. In front of it, the wall seemed as soft as a biscuit soaked in water, and it completely lost its function in a few breaths. Roland lifted up the wooden bed and used it as a shield, but after a few seconds, it also lost its function.

The whistling wind made it impossible to hear each other's shouts. The only sound that could be heard was the endless slashing and thrusting, as if hundreds of knights with huge swords were facing them:

Roland's shoulder was cut by the sharp blade, and golden blood spurted out.

"...Mr. Collins!"

Darwin felt the heat on his face and yelled at the top of his voice:

"I've got a gun in my purse! We gotta get out of here!"

Roland also called out to him:

"Good—will—sir! Go—get the gun!"

He pointed to the windy outside, in the direction of the window, and tore off his cufflinks and threw them out.

In an instant it broke into several pieces.

Darwin glared at him fiercely, and suddenly felt that this assassination was not so scary anymore - at the moment when the wind blew, the young gentleman even said something obscene to him:

'When I walk along the West End of London, I long for such a gust of wind every moment - the desire for that mysterious realm makes me forget that I am blind... Fortunately, I have a nose.'

The scholar grinned and looked through the gap to the other end of the room:

In a recess near the porch, his suitcase lay intact.

"My—manuscripts—and—notebooks! And—drawings—and—papers! Mr. Collins! They must not—be—damaged!"

He yelled at the top of his voice.

The strong wind blew his hair away, revealing his smooth head that had been covered all day.

"I'm like - looking in a mirror!" Roland also shouted at the top of his voice.

Darwin: ...

This is no time for jokes, Mr. Collins.

This is about my life.

"What—should—we do—?"

"wait--"

"What--"

"Wait for my team..."

My teammates.

Roland said.

The next moment, the sound of gunfire outside the window interrupted the violent wind.

After the storm in the room died down, chaotic shouting and banging sounds were heard again outside the door, in the corridor and on the stairs.

Roland climbed out from the crack, pushed the wooden bed board shut, and stuffed his head completely into the wall: like a hairy old rat trapped in a triangular wooden cage.

"What does this mean?!"

"It means that I can't take care of you now, sir."

Roland rushed into the corridor without looking back.

Outside the door.

The exchange of fire continues.

Some passengers closed their doors and hid in their rooms, shivering. At the corner at the end of the corridor, half of the girl's face flashed by.

"Xandel?"

"We have your information, sir. You are only middle-aged."

Darwin curled his lips, coughed up the dust, squatted in the corner, and checked his precious suitcase.

She also straightened her messy hair until it covered the mirror.

"Xandel——"

"Roland?"

"I'm ready to rush out! Cover me!"

The two people called out to each other in a loud voice, which could definitely not be hidden from the ritualists downstairs.

The girl's eyes flashed after turning the corner, and she pointed the gun towards the stairs.

Took a few deep breaths.

Then.

Pull the trigger!

Bang--!

When the first bullet exploded in the narrow corridor, Roland quickly leaned over, raised his arm high, and slammed it hard on the floor!

The sound of the wooden boards breaking and the occasional roar of gunpowder mixed into an indistinguishable harsh noise.

"I don't think you should rush out under bullets--" Darwin said in a deep voice, turning back.

The dark-haired ritualist who had been protecting him disappeared.

All that was left were a few pieces of wood and a huge hole.

Second floor.

The family of three who had come from afar were hiding by the closet, shivering. The husband used a blanket as a shield to protect his wife and two children - when Roland fell from the sky, he almost peed himself.

"Father of all! Father of all, Father of all..."

"Good evening," Roland staggered a few steps, picking sawdust from his hair as he walked around the long bed and the round table with candles and a small lamb sausage box, and came to the closet, "I want to borrow this blanket from you."

The man trembled and muttered "Don't hurt us" and threw the blanket far away.

Fortunately, a gust of wind blew.

The golden blanket with the girl and the flower basket spun in the air and was blown back to the man's face.

His wife immediately screamed, "Give it to him! Give it to him now!"

Roland couldn't help laughing: "How much it likes you."

"No! No... Not at all... All for you... We still have money... We still have a lot of savings..."

However, the 'murderer' only pulled away the blanket and left the room with a thumping sound on the floor.

In the corridor on the second floor, three men in green robes were facing the stairs, holding guns, bending over, and moving up little by little.

Even if these ritualists reacted quickly and pulled the trigger the next moment after the explosion, they would only see a "plate" spinning and approaching rapidly - the girl woven on the golden blanket kept spinning, and quickly enlarged and enlarged in the pupils of the first green-robed man -

Until I kissed him on the face, making a metallic knocking sound.

This was too harsh.

His nose was broken and blood was spurting out. A hook punch from below knocked out two of his teeth and he fell headfirst to the ground.

"Kill him!"

The second green-robed man roared and rushed forward. His sleeves trembled, revealing a pair of sharp claws like a lion!

The second ring of the herd.

Snap!

The sharp claws moved towards his chest, and after Roland dodged sideways, they tore off a section of the handrail.

The "herd" can obtain some of their powers by dismembering and eating their dead contract partners - at the same time, their bodies will undergo irreversible deformation.

At least in the lower circles, no ritualist of the road is more powerful than a lion—

The man in green robe thought so and moved his hands faster and faster.

Until his thick wrist was pinched by a soft and delicate hand like a lady's.

Pinch tight.

Pinch it off.

He screamed in pain and wanted to call on his companions behind him to open fire for assistance, but his whole body was lifted up in an instant and used as a shield to go up the stairs!

“Shoot! Shoot!”

The third man in green robe looked helplessly at the girl at the end of the stairs and the gun in her hand pointing at his head.

He raised his arm high, and as the pistol slipped back, he watched his companion smash his head, receiving a heavy blow with a muffled sound.

The hotel was quiet.

Breaking through the layers, falling, solidifying the blanket, knocking out the first green-robed man, breaking the wrist of the second green-robed man, and using him as a shield to approach the third one.

The assault took less than ten seconds.

Roland brushed off the sawdust on his arms and looked at the girl above him from a distance.

Outside the hotel.

The man who swallowed the storm also found the instigator of the attack.

"At least let us have a good night's sleep, little noble," Fernandez hastily put on his church uniform and a shark-patterned nightcap that was very characteristic of the local area, "Please be considerate of the executives who travel frequently. We have given too much to this world..."

Westwick obviously didn't want to talk nonsense.

The night wind sways.

Shaking the clusters of pointed stamens calling out to father.

With rustling sounds, some green creatures that spread like moss quickly climbed up the walls on both sides of the streets.

They came surging like a tide of plants.

As the "field" was spread out, Fernandez's expression gradually became solemn.