The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1159 (Ch.1158) A Closer Answer

He was created by me, and blood is thicker than faith.

This is Natalia's view of the gods.

"view."

Natalia got up and went to the low cabinet, bent down and pulled open the third drawer, taking out a gray cross with a silver chain.

Roland had never seen a Holy Cross in such a color: priests used silver, bishops used gold, and some nobles or wealthy merchants embellished it with multicolored gemstones—the grayish-yellow earth color did not belong to the devotion and faith of mortals to the gods.

They used stupidity.

thump.

dong dong.

As the pendant drew nearer, Roland suddenly felt an irresistible urge…

Hunger.

He was like a colossal beast that had just awakened from a deep slumber, a beast that had not eaten for centuries, and the pitted, dented plaster pendant seemed to exude the sweet aroma of all the food in the world…

He couldn't help but lick his lips.

He clenched his fist instinctively.
-
wrench.

"I don't know... Roland..."

If you've ever been to the East End and seen the way starving people look at their six-year-old sons, you'll understand that hunger, like lust, cannot be hidden by the eyes.

Natalia's smile was strange.

“A ‘faith concretion,’ a minor variant. I just added some potions to make ‘it’ more ‘naked’… Looks like you’re somewhat interested in it, aren’t you?”

She not only used words, but also waved the pendant in front of Roland.

She could almost hear the rumbling roar of the monster someone was keeping in their stomach.

"Perspective. He was created by me, blood is thicker than faith—what God truly is depends on humanity. Is this statement unfamiliar to the Executive?"

Roland suppressed the urge to reach out and snatch it, and slightly raised his head.

"...Species, madam. Species originate from human imagination... but we haven't yet figured out how to 'accurately create' them... You mean, gods... are the same?"

Roland couldn't help but recall the 'crybaby' Rose had mentioned—a god who sat atop plagues and calamities, a believer in the black urn, a curse of disease and death, a veil of swelling and decay… the son of pus.

This makes no sense.

Mortals wouldn't consider the Child of Pus a benevolent god—but according to the information Rosie brought back, this "Child of Pus" is precisely...

She is too kind, even somewhat 'weak'.

Is this reasonable?

“Of course they’re not ‘the same.’ The aliens are born from humans, but the gods are not. They only draw upon certain ‘qualities’ from us… I certainly believe that Ms. Eve loves nature more than anyone else, but I don’t think she would bring disaster upon us because of human destruction. Sender, you understand what I’m saying, right?”

She did not have unrealistic expectations of the intelligence of the strange creature before her, but instead looked at her last disciple.

The other party did not disappoint her.

“I understand,” Shandel nodded. “We can still say that ‘we shaped them’… but there’s always a ‘standard’.”

Natalia's eyes showed even greater satisfaction.

This child had never disappointed her—even though she was born unclean, a monster destined to be brewed into a 'vessel'…

In a field where wisdom reigns supreme, these 'minor flaws' are no longer important.

“A symbol of faith. I don’t know if Bishop Kratofer ever told you that the Holy Cross took a few risks—about the divine.” Natalia continued to fish out the little alien’s eyes with the cross, swaying it from side to side as she spoke.

She told them that when she was a child, before the hero Delis had reached the Gate of Truth, which was enough to raise the banner, the council had chosen several high-ranking members to infiltrate the deepest part of the sleeping world in order to rebel against the gods.

Everyone carried a similar 'faith aggregate'. "Guess what happened, little alien?" Natalia tilted to the other side, stirring up her already messy head with a slightly quizzical tone.

usually.

The endings of these kinds of stories are rarely pleasant:

It could be something like 'several explorers returned and then committed suicide within months'—or something like that, with some more eye-catching, bizarre description.

For example, 'each returnee began to mutter incoherently, chanting an unintelligible name and descending into madness'...

In fact, none of these answers are interesting enough.

Roland pondered for a moment, then said lightly, "If they're all safe and sound, the members of the council will go crazy...that'll be interesting."

Natalia stared at him for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter: "That's the real answer! Little Xander! He's much more interesting than you!"

That's right.

The high-ranking members of the Truth Council, those who orchestrated and manipulated the entire operation, have gone 'mad'—Natalia said. These ritual practitioners, who delve into dreams and carry 'faith concretions,' can indeed, like 'fishing,' follow the constantly pulled 'fishing line,' getting closer to their desires at the end of their path.

then.

They awaken from the world of slumber.

They gave almost the same answer—an answer that left Parliament in disbelief.

"What did they say?"

Sender's unusual questioning drew a meaningful look from Natalia: her disciple, who was usually indifferent to most people and things in the world, was showing an extraordinary thirst for knowledge in this regard today...

and so…

I have indeed touched the truth.

My deduction is correct.

Natalia's blood rushed to her head.

“This is a huge secret… little Xander.”

“You’re acting like a cunning businessman now, mentor,” Shandel said with displeasure.

“I am indeed qualified to be a mentor to businessmen,” Natalia rubbed her temples, a hazy white film rising from her two dark brown eyes. “Everything comes at a price. I can only tell you that after that, the Holy Cross united all the orthodox churches and officially launched the ‘Sealing’ project… A most dazzling woman stepped onto the stage of the era at that time.”

Delis

The name lingered deeply in Xander's mind.

“If I had known the price would be my own, I should have bought a few bottles of tincture before I came,” Roland said, turning his wrist. The severed finger had somehow grown back. “So, an arm?”

Natalia shook her head unusually: "I already know the 'outcome,' you little aberration. Unless you can be my assistant for a few years, you're no longer of much value to me..."

Just as she was about to say what she wanted, her eyes suddenly twitched from side to side, as if she had smelled some earth-shattering secret. She immediately knelt down on the floor, crawling like a hunting dog, sniffing incessantly with her nose.

"My warning rune has been triggered..."

Her tongue was stiff and she mumbled incoherently, her feet touching the ground, her mouth and nose rubbing together.

Then, right in front of Shandel and Roland, she 'crawled' around the sofa twice, then headed towards the stairs on her own...

It crawled away.

Roland: ...

Rose always calls me a 'madman,' but I don't think that's how she sees me, do I?

Sender gave him a mischievous look: "You never know."

(End of this chapter)