The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 787 Ch.786 Cliff's Depression and Fighting 'Immunity' (Additional)

Flyby.

Escape.

The "herd" draws strength from its "partners".

Obviously.

One of Cliff Hyman's frog 'partners' contributed its 'jump' - this ability to close the distance in a few seconds undoubtedly makes the holder better at chasing and escaping.

He just crawled and jumped a few times, and in an instant he was close to the back:

The man was wrapped in a black robe and wore a huge hood.

When he becomes within reach.

The "field" also comes with it.

A moment.

After nightfall, the residential area with pointed roofs melted into a wet and sticky swamp.

No one can gallop in a swamp.

"Leave your head here."

Cliff Heyman loosened his wrists and gradually closed the distance.

When the figure turned around, he saw the white mask under the hood: it was a strange smiling face.

The corners of his mouth drew a huge, intimidating arc.

"Who are you."

The hooded figure tilted his head.

He took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket and wrote a few words crookedly:

"You can call me 'Hope'."

He 'said' this.

Cliff Heyman sneered: "Another cultist. You remind me of the two recent ones..."

The sound paused.

"Mask... hood... huh, are you guys in the same group?"

He didn't give the other person time to continue writing and rushed forward with a roar!

"I am Nature's firstborn child!"

The whistling wind from the fists made the hood rustle.

The masked man leaned back and avoided the punch with an incredible twist. Then, he wrapped around Cliff Heyman's arm like a boneless venomous snake, trying to strangle his arm with both hands and extend it to his neck.

Lift your arms and elbows.

Before knocking him away, Cliff heard a crisp sound.

clang——!

The sharp sword that popped out from under his wrist almost pierced his neck.

While drawing an elegant arc under the moon, it also pulled out a splash of blood from under the skin.

He was pushed away and flipped over. He floated lightly on the roof and then leaped a few steps to steady his body.

Cliff Heyman covered his neck with his hands, his face gloomy.

"…cultists."

He grinned ferociously, and the bulging muscles of his arms resonated with the "secret" - when he removed his palms, he could see a layer of light brown rough skin with diamond-shaped vertical patterns through the wound.

His second 'partner'.

A land tortoise that contributed its shell.

Countless battles have proven countless times how correct his choice was - including this time.

If it weren't for this shell-like skin.

He died by the blade.

"Show me what else you have got."

Cliff Heyman hooked his finger at him.

"You don't have any more secrets than I do—this field is your grave."

Swing your legs!

Blocking again and again made Cliff Heyman's face more and more serious.

He felt it.

The power of this evildoer is constantly growing - or, it is a kind of "ability".

Or…

He was controlling his original strength, testing it little by little...

Play tricks on him.

Just like a cat playing with a mouse.

An invisible force was crushed in Cliff Heyman's exhalation.

then.

He took advantage of the opportunity when the opponent swung his sword, struck hard with both palms, and let out an angry roar from his chest!

"Beast Herd" fourth ring: "Roar".

Consumes one beast spirit and launches a range attack that stuns the target.

Like a storm that had been compressed for years and then suddenly exploded, this force not only shattered the slime bricks under Cliff Heyman's feet, but also tore through his robe sleeves, leaving cracks all over the mask.

He trembled and was forced to stop the attack.

Cliff Heyman took advantage of the situation and swung his fist sideways, hitting the shoulder joint hard with his metal-lined glove!

He heard a muffled groan.

He floated back a few steps like a piece of paper, with his right arm hanging at his side like a piece of soft boiled noodle.

"Here comes another one."

Cliff Heyman flexes his fingers: "At the end of the day, I'm going to rip your arms off..."

He strode forward, and the power stored in the entire "field" was mobilized in an instant!

The hooded man tried to step back, but found that his feet were rooted and he could no longer lift them - if he wanted to get rid of the 'stickiness', he would have to at least expend the same amount of 'secret' to deploy his own 'field' to offset this force.

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He was too late and certainly didn't reach the fifth ring.

Cliff Hyman thought.

Even if he fights a war of attrition, he cannot outlast himself.

An iron fist covered with spikes is coming towards you!

Leaning down, getting close like a snake.

A smile of triumph appeared in Cliff Heyman's eyes.

He opened his arms and let the other party approach him defenselessly. Then, a special power was activated:

Countless sharp spikes like steel needles grew out from the surface of his skin!

Like a human hedgehog.

Except for the eyeballs and mouth, the spikes had dropped seeds on almost every inch of his skin. When he needed them, they would grow wildly in an instant, drill out from under the skin, and kill the enemies that approached him!

"Mystical Organ"——

A mystical organ from an echidna.

Bang.

In a flash of lightning, dense steel needles appeared and retreated, piercing the enemy in Cliff Heyman's arms into...

wrong!

Cliff Heyman's pupils suddenly dilated outwards - the thing in his arms, which should have been covered in blood, was twisted like a wisp of smoke, and was blown away softly by a gust of wind.

Behind.

There was a sharp sound of wind in my ears!

Bang——!

Cliff Heyman rolled forward awkwardly to avoid the knife, but before he could get up, continuous gunshots rang out throughout the midnight!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Like a hunted prey, the shadow that had been jumping on the eaves finally reversed - now, the hunter and the prey had switched positions.

Cliff Heyman ducked to avoid the bursts of fire, and when the gunfire stopped, he hid under the slanting eaves of the house.

He adjusted his breathing, waited, and thought about the power the enemy had used so far:

Incredibly soft limbs.

A sharp sword under the wrist.

Create illusions.

A power with an unknown upper limit.

How many rings is this?

Judging from their abilities, the enemy will not exceed the third ring...

But what is this power?

A power that can fight against the Five Rings without losing... A grand ceremony?

impossible.

The few known great rituals that can permanently amplify flesh and blood are almost all different from the power displayed by this cultist -

He is not a Holy Flame, nor is he a herd of beasts or an iron cavalry. He is as far away from those who manipulate flesh and blood as possible.

The Guanshen Road does not have the ability to make people as thin as 'paper'...

A strange object?

Cliff Heyman exhaled quietly.

Looks like I'll have to pay the price tonight.

He took off a glove and rummaged in his pocket.

As long as I use this thing, combined with the power of the two remaining beasts...

A moment.

The other party is dead.

Cliff Heyman held the strange object in his palm, jumped lightly upwards, grabbed the eaves with one hand, and swung himself up.

Still a sticky and damp swamp.

The silver moon hangs high in the sky.

Cliff Hyman stood quietly on the roof.

At midnight, in his own "field", he lost sight of his enemy.