The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1109 (Ch.1108) Mr. Sin's Debt
Keshhai's fighting stance was the most 'fierce' Roland had ever seen among the ritualists—compared to the battle before them, his previous 'attacks' were merely…

A joke?
The "Sword of Judgment" granted the "Holy Flame" miraculous physiques, making them fearless. From Roland's perspective, it was less a battle and more a massacre.

Keshihai.

A well-trained soldier faces a massacre of unarmed civilians.

He hardly needed to defend against or dodge most attacks; the dagger in his hand was enough to terrify his enemies.

A dagger wreathed in holy flames.

And so, enduring the hammer blows and chops of countless tree soldiers, he forcefully severed the head of a five-ring green knight.

then.

He slowly and deliberately fastened it to his belt.

brutal.

Rough.

A fearsome fighting style.

"You're more like the 'assassin' I've ever met—Collins. I'm well aware that different paths and personalities influence a ritualist's fighting style... but I want you to understand just how much of an advantage your miraculous physique has given you..."

The man, talking to himself, wandered through thorns and exploding flames. As he tried to reach out and grab the second Green Knight, Roland finally saw a surge of fear in the other's eyes.

This is how a 'madman' fights.

A bunch of mad savages.

Executives used to be called that.

"It's your turn."

pat.

Two astonished heads rolled at Roland's feet.

not far away.

The dying forest witch still tries to use her pitiful thorns to protect her fate, which should have been extinguished long ago…

The "Nature Walkers" who arrive at the Third Ring Road can use withered branches or fresh plant leaves for divination. Obviously, tonight, Mr. Trek does not think that arresting a Fifth Ring Road member will cause any problems that he cannot solve.

"Before re-entering the dream, the mysterious, dried-up ritualist is not much stronger than a mortal. Collins, now, stand up and reclaim your dignity."

This statement is not incorrect.

It's just that the first half is incorrect, and the second half is also incorrect.

The mysterious, arid ritual practitioners are still far beyond ordinary people.

Simultaneously.

Roland believed that he didn't necessarily need to recover anything he had never lost...

"If I refuse, you won't roast me alive, will you?"

"You have three seconds left."

Roland immediately stood up straight.

“Take this dagger and cut off his head. Or, die at the hands of a boar—I’ll tell little Enid that you were gored to death by a wild boar.”

"...This is not funny at all, Uncle."

Keshihai was taken aback.

uncle…

If you consider his age, he could actually be Collins's uncle.

“Just compensation for the ‘Spider’s Kiss,’ Collins. I have lost all hope and affection for the Inquisition…” He casually tossed the flaming dagger to Roland.

Roland didn't react.

The dagger flashed past his eyes and struck a protruding rock in the scorched earth with precision.

There was a clang.

Broken into two.

Roland: ...

Kashgar: ...

"Given to me by Enid."

Keshhai frowned: "You can't even catch a dagger?"

“If I caught it, it would break during the next fight—you shouldn’t have heated it with fire. I told you before, this is a souvenir…don’t you carry weapons with you as if it were a grave sin?”

Keshihai was rendered speechless by this barrage of questions. He was never good with words to begin with.

It stands to reason.

Executives shouldn't be good at this kind of thing...

“…I’ll compensate you with one,” Kashhai paused, “along with the ‘Spider Kiss’…merchant practices.”

Roland pursed his lips, carefully picked up the two broken daggers, and put them in his pocket: "I have never deceived anyone's feelings or money."

“I didn’t say you deceived little Enid… She waited for you for many years. I think she’s the one who deceived you.”

and many more.

What does it mean...?

Roland suddenly turned to Keshihai.

“You shouldn’t be surprised, Collins. It’s not like a ‘Holy Flame’ can complete a grand ritual like the ‘Sword of Judgment’… But I don’t care who you are or what fate you bear—” He turned his shoulder to look at Trek, who was struggling like mud on the scorched earth.

"Our destiny is in our own hands..."

"In the hands of humankind."

Roland rolled his eyes.

He hated conversations about 'grand' things. To be honest, ever since he arrived in London, anyone involved in rituals concerning 'grand ideals' had become, in his eyes, twisted with arrogance and greed.

To this day, what remains shining brightly in his imagination is...

Almost all of them were ordinary people.

"Alright, my good mentor. But how do I kill a corpse?"

Keshihai was stunned for a moment.

Look in the direction of Trek.

The person had already collapsed in the mud and was no longer struggling.

He glared at Roland: "An executive officer shouldn't talk so much."

Roland: ...

You even ruined my collection.

He was extremely grateful that his mentor was not Keshihai; otherwise, either he would have been crippled, or Keshihai would have been so angry that blood would have spurted from his eyes.

Anyway, the two of them just don't get along.

"I think, if you could give that lamp back to me..."

Even now, Roland still doesn't believe that Kishchai's approach was correct.

It tests humanity.

Ritualists and ordinary people.

By deliberately tearing open the barriers, they provoke war.

It sounds stupid, and it's actually stupid.

“We each have our own responsibilities, Collins.”

Kashhai didn't want to discuss this topic further with Roland—in his view, Roland Collins was just a 'child' (and indeed, they were about the same age), even though little Enid had never tried to persuade him otherwise…

And humans.

What is needed is a real catastrophe that will remind these arrogant fools, who waste their strength and wisdom on pointless struggles, why they are the heads of all beings.

Sometimes Keshhai felt that humanity was like those women he had seen in the West End who spent their days idly fanning themselves with velvet fans—these people would always cause trouble in private unless you gave them some bigger, irresistible disaster.

To each other.

“These are too far off for a low-level ring.” Kishhai clearly knew many secrets, about Enid, about him, about the history of the world and beyond—but he didn’t want to tell Roland any of them.

This is no different from what ordinary people do.

Roland glanced sideways: "The older ones always say they want to write some kind of document to leave their inheritance to their favorite child. Then one day they suddenly die, and their favorite, youngest child gets nothing—in practice, their brothers have too many ways to do that."

What does it mean to 'die with a squeak'?

In all his years, this was the first time anyone had dared to curse Kashgar to his face.

"Squeak... and then... dead?" The man narrowed his eyes, staring silently at the audacious executive officer.

Roland frowned: "Not 'squeak'...?"

Keshhai's face was almost frozen: "It has nothing to do with onomatopoeia."

(End of this chapter)