The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1066 Ch.1065 The Descent
“We must get back to the Temple, Theodore,” Florian said, his voice light but firm.

“I’d rather you call me Uncle,” Theodore sighed. “Florian, I want you to understand that Lord Westwick left behind a bloodline, not so that his descendants would go mad for a little honor…”

These words seemed to anger Florian.

He suddenly sprang to his feet, grabbed Theodore by the collar, and roared, "This is the perfect opportunity! You know what I'm talking about!"

His ferocious appearance terrified Sida. The little cheetah hid in his lover's arms, while Margaret was eager to get closer and eavesdrop, but Groen was already on guard and held her tightly.

this side.

Theodore, however, was not too concerned about Florian's anger.

"What does the descent of an immortal mean, Florian?"

“None of that matters,” Florian gasped, his brown eyes bloodshot. “This is Westevik’s chance… a chance that may never come again…”

By this point, a small number of intelligent people had probably figured out the purpose of this 'disaster': among them was Florian Westwick.

Although he thought it was absolutely insane…

But I wouldn't mind hitching a ride.

The time when the citizens will learn of the existence of the "mystery" and the "ritualists" is drawing ever closer—perhaps tomorrow, perhaps tonight. The Inspectorate, Scotland Yard, the Court of Justice, and the various religious sects will not allow the disaster to continue—they will send ritualists to clean up the rat infestation in London.

This will undoubtedly make the citizens realize that they have been deceived all along.

The so-called 'magic tricks' of these witches and shamans, who were mocked as 'strange and mysterious' at the banquet, actually possessed a terrifying power in private—a strange power different from that of firearms, cannons, and warships.

A captivating new world.

The world after midnight.

Florian was not as old as Theodore and may not have understood the power struggles between the chaotic government, parliament, and religious sects, but he was clear on one thing: whoever could demonstrate 'great power' first in this disaster would gain more 'faith' and 'honor'.

He doesn't care about faith.

But the surname "Westwick"...

It is necessary for it to resound again in his hands.

This is something that the Westwick family has strived for relentlessly for generations but has failed to achieve.

Fortunately, this generation...

The Westevik family has him.

A ritual performer with exceptional talent.

The pure bloodline that can serve as the 'key' to unlock the ritual.

think about it.

How much they longed for a truly great presence when all of London was plunged into immense despair? How much they desired that the name 'Westwick' would then resound.

"Your father told me this before he died, Florian."

Theodore gently grasped the man's wrist and pushed him back onto the pillow with his other hand.

“He told me that he hoped you could let go of your prejudices—I don’t think Westevik has to be like Delis… You know how Holy Cross treats Delis, Westevik has already been lucky.”

The more he said this, the more Florian believed he was right.

This is a golden opportunity.

This would not only elevate the "Great Vortex" above the Holy Cross in terms of secular religious standing, but also cleanse the stain on their name—the previous generations of Westwick hadn't exactly been doing anything worthwhile…

They need a 'great deed' similar to that of Sean Westwick.

Of course, in the end.

To be practical, he also needs to invoke true immortality and borrow the power of his ancestors to purge the fools from the "Great Vortex"—the Great Vortex originated from Westwick, and from the flourishing of the beasts, how could it eventually become the nest of the "Mother Tree"? The Great Vortex belongs to the Westwick family... at least, that name should sit in the highest seat.

Now is the best time to call for immortality.

Florian was racing against time.

Unfortunately, he was injured.

The rat manipulator, hiding in the shadows, was wounded when faced with an endless swarm of rats—no one's "secret" is infinite.

Once they are exhausted, they will have to wait until midnight.

“You promised my father you would help me, Thackeray.”

“That’s because your father saved me…” Theodore lowered his eyes, glancing indifferently at his side—the men and women had long since dispersed, not intending to listen to the uncle and nephew’s conversation; it was too impolite: “Even if I were Gao Huan, I couldn’t protect you in the endless tide… once you…”

Actually.

Theodore felt that he had been too 'arrogant' to say such a thing.

Don't mention Florian.

He could hardly protect himself in the tide—three or four rats? Hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands?
Of course, it's a piece of cake.

He was confident that he could clean up the rats on the entire street within half an hour.

No matter where they come from, or how many there are.

But what happens after that?

Once he ostentatiously invites others to serve as soldiers, he will likely soon face a truly monstrous challenge.

As a Green Knight of the Fifth Ring Road, he is not yet capable of taking on the entire city alone.

"secret".

The essence of a ritualist.

Just like a lamp thirsting for oil.

The best course of action now is to stay here, rely on his strength, and hold out until nightfall. After drawing more energy from the world of sleep, we can wait for dawn—only then will Florian and he be truly safe.

Theodore was worried about the rats, but even more worried about the enemy behind them—the enemy who had caused the whole disaster.

He needs to maintain his condition to avoid…

No matter what, Florian Westwick couldn't wait.

This chaos was a godsend—his sharp and astute mind was just as adept as that of a detective scrambling somewhere in London, capable of cutting through layers of fog to uncover the truth behind most events. The only difference between them was that one was at sea, understanding the waves, while the other remained on land, never having seen the ocean.

This is where the deviation begins.

“Listen to me, Uncle. I promise, I promise the ceremony will be a complete success, and—”

Theodore frowned: "I didn't discuss the question of success with you."

“And—listen to me,” Florian’s brown eyes burned with the 'ambition' and 'greed' that Theodore often displayed, the kind that many couldn’t help but notice, “listen to me, listen to me. Times have changed, a new era is coming… Can’t you see what the rats in the city mean?”

This means that the person performing the ritual must step into the sunlight.

Theodore certainly knew.

He simply hadn't considered the profound changes that would occur in London once the ritual performers entered the public eye…

“Now is the best opportunity! The Tree Mother is becoming increasingly unruly… You know those properties belong to Westwick, don’t you? They should have belonged to me, to the Westwick family—even the entire cult…”

“Florian.” Theodore frowned, interrupting the increasingly 'fanatical' young man.

(End of this chapter)