The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1082 Ch.1081 The Sudden Enemy
The chaotic tide started as a few dark spots, then surged forward in a straight line. These chaotic monsters tore and trampled each other, their heads and tails trembling and swaying erratically, charging like fire at every living thing they could see.

They crawled out from the half-collapsed roof, from cracks in the walls, from narrow passages, and from every crevice they could squeeze into and out of.

Fernandez had never been so flustered when facing the high-ring ritualists.

He swears his back is soaked with sweat right now.

“They say that those who disrespect the Father God will give birth to a litter of little monsters like this,” Roland casually tossed out a remark behind him.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t joke around in a situation like this…” The captain, his face grim, slowly backed away. He no longer believed the fire behind them could protect them: “We need to find a way out… Kratofer! How long can your ‘secret’ last?”

“Twenty minutes, Captain,” Xander replied.

"Ten minutes then."

Fernandes calculated.

Generally speaking, ritual practitioners have an illusion about their power: just like gamblers who think they can accept a certain amount of loss—if that number is cut in half and lost, they will cry and wail.

"Ten minutes... these rats are impossible to kill... By the grace of God..."

Just as Fernandez was calculating which way to retreat and setting fire to other houses along the way, the tide suddenly changed.

On the other side, at the fork in the road leading to the suburbs.

A clearly defined gray tide surged in from the exact opposite direction!

In an instant, the rats clashed head-on like two packs of wolves that hated each other!

"They're fighting amongst themselves."

Xander blinked, the torch in his hand still firmly protecting him.

“It doesn’t look like it…” Fernandez squinted, mustered his courage, took a few steps forward, grabbed the hewn beam, and climbed a few steps up the wooden pole with his leather boots, gazing into the distance: “By the grace of God…”

They are devouring each other.

Fernandez looked for a few breaths, then let go and jumped down from the beam.

“Let’s leave here first and then decide what to do—there are too many rats, Kratofer, Roland. We might even have to go back to the courtroom…”

They ran out of kerosene.

Click.

The crisp sound of the wooden planks breaking was particularly jarring in the tide.

The three of them turned to a completely collapsed wall not far away: a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old was showing half of his face.

Surprisingly, he was surrounded by a few scattered rats.

They crouched at his feet like hunting dogs.

"Wait—" Fernandez tried to call out to the boy, but the moment he was discovered, the boy took off running. He scrambled through the collapsed ruins, squeezing through narrow holes that only children could fit through, and disappeared from the three men's sight in the blink of an eye.

Fernandez looked extremely grim.

Manipulating a swarm of rats?

"We must report this to Lady Enid immediately... Roland... Roland?"

The captain, receiving no response, turned around and saw his most capable deputy staring intently in a certain direction as if facing a formidable enemy—before Fernandez turned back, the crisp sound of ice forming reached his ears before his footsteps.

Click, click.

He looked down in disbelief and found that from his ankles down to his thighs, his lower body had become a beautiful ice sculpture.

Frost Trap of the Holy Flame Second Ring.

"spread!!"

Fernandez roared as he drew his pepper pouch from his waist. Even before his eyes had found the right spot, his battle-hardened body had already loaded and aimed, unleashing a hail of bullets towards a point on his left.

The location from which the footsteps came.

Amidst the exploding flames and gunfire, a man wearing a black wide-brimmed hat slowly approached: he had dry, long black hair, lake-blue eyes, a hooked nose, thin, pointed lips, and a chin reminiscent of Taylor.

The black, trench coat-like hunting jacket was worn over a matching fitted black shirt, a silver-threaded belt, and spotless black trousers.

The aptly named 'Black Raven' strolled amidst Fernandez's gunfire, the ever-boiling flames surrounding him almost instantly boiling and melting the lightning-fast bullets. Fernandez had never been more tense than he was now.

"Ah."

With each step he took, white flames surged forth like waves, leaving liquefied, dissolving footprints on the ground. The rats scurried about in a frenzy, spontaneously combusting one after another until the entire area was transformed into a white, fiery hell.

As his outline gradually became clearer, a terrifying, invisible force pierced through the souls of the three people.

"Glory" from the "Banner" of the Holy Flame Fourth Ring: It keeps allies in high spirits while deterring the enemy.

It is worth mentioning that during his training in the courtroom, Fernandez demonstrated this power to Roland and Sandel on several occasions.

He fought Roland one-on-one, and also one-on-two, facing both Sindel and Roland alone.

This force had caused many problems for two young, not-yet-experienced ritual practitioners: but today is different.

For the first time, Roland experienced the true power of "glory": he saw that in an instant, blooming roses appeared amidst the white outlines.

He instinctively covered his head and curled up like a shrimp.

"Roland! Wake up..."

"Roland?!"
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Take it away... get out of here...

Damn it.

Fernandez is slightly better than Roland.

Even further than Cinderella, who wanted to pull out his own fingernails with his teeth.

of course.

No unknown high-level curse called 'Miss Rose' had ever been cast upon him. Despite the tremors in his soul, he still completed the action he was supposed to take: a deep breath... and then, exhaling the storm at the person in front of him.

The fierce hurricane that swept in undoubtedly loosened the two young ritual practitioners' restraints slightly: accompanied by Roland's gunshot, Sender immediately rolled behind the half-collapsed wall, staring at his fingernail that was about to fall off, hesitating for a moment...

I put it in my mouth.

click.

The daylight, bursting open like the sun disintegrating, almost blinded the girl in an instant. In the half-second of her hesitation, the man who stepped out from the light grasped her wrist.

Then came the sound of bones breaking.

Her wrist was broken, she was punched in the stomach, and she crashed through the broken wall, rolling down to Roland's feet with the broken bricks.

She probably had some bones broken, or maybe even internal organs were pierced.

The man in the wide-brimmed hat didn't waste any time on her. Almost a split second before Sender crashed into the wall, he exploded back into a ball of fire, coalescing behind Fernandez and shattering the ice blocking his calf with a single step:

Similarly, they broke his leg bone.

The gunshots rang out in vain, striking the man's loyal, flaming shield.

He stared down at Fernandez, and with a snap of his fingers, an invisible tentacle solidified into a long needle: the sharp "Secret" pierced Roland's palm.

The exquisitely crafted pepper box also fell into the mud.

Ten seconds.

Or even shorter.

This ritual performer, whose skill level was unknown, must have taken less than ten seconds to defeat Fernandez's team.

"Spider kiss."

He abandoned the captain, who was surrounded by flames and struggling on his knees, walked over to Roland, bent down and picked up the beautiful, strange object.

A look of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

"This is my service weapon in court, kid."

behind.

Fernandez uttered angrily, "K...sh...hai..."

(End of this chapter)