The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 764 Ch.763 The Bottom

The goddess who controls the four seasons bestows extraordinary vitality on her followers.

Whether it is "The Immortal" or "The Herd", it is best not to take it lightly before you ensure the death of your target - and if these two paths are discussed separately, there will be many details that must be paid attention to.

Especially the immortal ones.

Each Unfading cultivates plants differently, giving them a natural intelligence advantage before the battle begins.

Peter Heller told Roland that this knowledge should have been taught by his teacher.

But no matter what, he is his own captain and leader.

Roland sighed. "You are absolutely right, Mr. Heller. He is not as smart as a mouse."

Shandel covered his mouth and laughed behind him.

"I didn't say he looked like a rat..." Peter Heller was surprised: "Does your team like to criticize each other?"

“My personal hobby.”

The old gentleman was at a loss for words.

Sometimes he felt that Fernandez was not worthy of being Roland's teacher, but after a while he would mourn for him in silence.

Using the tip of my toes, I crushed the crispy charcoal on the ground. The head that had been taken off and burned a few minutes ago was now just a skull full of cracks.

Crushed to pieces.

"Injustice is the only fairness in the world."

Peter Heller lowered his head to check, muttering, "As you continue to level up, you will soon realize that the power you have gained through hard work may only be the ability of others who have only one level up."

"gentlemen?"

"The Grand Ceremony, I mean."

Peter Heller shook his head and casually swept the coke with the toe of his shoe.

"The three great rituals of the Holy Flame can turn a mortal into a god-envoy who can face guns and cannons. To be strong and strong is even a derogatory term - and to be exposed to such power, the Immortal must be at least at the sixth ring."

"Just like some roads can travel freely through sound waves, but the "Holy Flame" can only master similar abilities when it reaches the eighth ring."

When the road chooses you, whether it is fair or not is already determined.

You will get something earlier than others, and lose something earlier than others.

Peter Heller straightened up, looked at the dazed young man and smiled.

"You really should find a good teacher."

He patted Roland on the shoulder, turned around and pushed open the archway.

A long hiss of metal.

"gentlemen?"

Roland wanted to remind Peter Heller that he shouldn't put the gun back into the holster.

"Come with me. There won't be any enemies here that need bullets."

There is no room behind the arch.

Instead, it is a corridor that looks like a long cone.

The corridor was fairly spacious when they entered, but as they moved forward, it became narrower and narrower, until two people could barely walk side by side.

This narrow downward path was so long that it was almost despairing. After walking for a full ten minutes, Roland finally saw the entrance, which was much smaller than a normal door, outlined in the flames.

It requires an adult to bend down, or a large person to get down on all fours.

Peter Heller was dishonorable for once.

He crawled in with his butt sticking out.

Roland originally wanted to follow closely behind, but Shandel insisted on being ahead of him.

"Then I'll let York follow you?"

Shandel glanced at Roland and said with a half-smile: "Okay."

Three people lined up in a long row.

"You don't keep your word."

-

Just a joke.

"York is dying of hunger."

Roland: ...

There was a fire behind the narrow door.

Soft couch.

A wool blanket with roses sewn on it.

sofa.

Wine cabinet.

Two girls who had just gotten rid of the term 'babies' - about six or seven years old?

And a fierce-looking man with short hair.

As Peter Heller climbed out of the cave, dusting himself off, he grabbed the girl by the hair like a rag doll and threw her to the ground, swearing at her.

Next second.

His head moved.

"The tree mother who always says 'all things are equal' believes that she has a mission, that she is the firstborn of Eve and that she should shoulder the responsibility of guiding all spirits -"

Peter Heller bent down and hit the handle, pulling them out of the hole one by one.

"You can take a good look at what the Maelstrom really looks like."

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He pointed to the wooden door that led to a wider space and listened to the footsteps coming closer and closer.

The usually gentle voice seemed to gradually freeze as it went deeper underground.

"Look at what these scum believe, kids."

…………

…

Every year, every month, every day.

There are countless ships coming and going in London's Royal Port.

Apart from those lifeless and rare dead things, the best-selling ones are the living things that can breathe, eat, drink, defecate and urinate.

Before the Slave Act, dark skin was more popular than a woman's white arms.

These people are strong, obedient, and not very smart. Usually, they are given some direct instructions and a few whips, and they work as hard as old cows - they are cheap, so it is not a big deal if a few of them die...

Some even bought them for fun, to "experiment" whether they could have more interactions with dogs, and whether to add a tail after the physical fitness test.

Until the Slave Act...

Live commodity trade still persists despite repeated bans.

It’s just that in black, smart businessmen add a few other colors - for you to choose from.

It is worth thinking about.

Those with their hands and feet tied up, standing on wooden boxes at the port, and being auctioned off by onlookers, are just a drop in the ocean - where have the real, largest batch of live goods gone?

Who is the end point of trade?

Let the toy boats in the hands of these businessmen make a lot of money every time?

Now, Roland knew.

When Peter Heller killed the guards who came after hearing the noise and left only one to lead the way, the first person who came into his sight was a dark-skinned boy.

he…

He was 'transformed' to be like a hound.

No.

It was difficult for Roland to describe this bloodiness and cruelty in words. The madness deeply rooted in the human soul made him suffer in hell day and night. He dragged his transformed, bloody body, and when he saw Roland and his group, he subconsciously wagged his tail like a dog and made canine noises.

A strong smell of blood hit me in the face.

York couldn't help it and vomited all over his shoe.

"I underestimated your creativity."

Peter Heller glanced at the thin guard - a few minutes ago, he watched his 'brother's' head move, and now he was as obedient as a 'black dog' on the ground.

“…Sir, Sir! This is all done by Lex. I’m just… just a janitor…”

The old gentleman smiled, turned his head and gestured to Roland to come in.

Facing those eager and uneasy eyes, the flesh had already rotted and smelled.

Roland could only pull out the dagger and send the child out of hell before he was completely consumed by fear.

"Hurry up, Master York, we still have many attractions to visit."

Peter Heller took out his pocket watch with a calm expression.

He is indeed a qualified teacher.