The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 172: Heavenly Evil

Chapter 172: Heavenly Evil
"It is difficult for high-level ritualists to have offspring, so it is painful for two high-level ritualists to fall in love."

Roland didn't know what Enid was thinking. While he lamented the harshness of power, he also became more wary of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

No wonder these cultists are like pests and rats in the house, they are everywhere if you are not careful.

"Two high-ring ritualists?"

Enid looked at Roland deeply and said, "If they are two high-level ritualists...then they will definitely have a child."

Roland was stunned: "Isn't this a good thing?"

If two Gaohuans fall in love, there is no need to rely on luck, nor is there any need to have anything to do with the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

If they want offspring, they can have them immediately.

perhaps…

Can you pass on your talents to your children?

"Power cannot give birth to power, Roland."

Enid said.

If two high-ring ritualists fall in love, they can never have offspring.

There is a special word in mysticism to refer to children born from two people with five or more rings.

"God's evil."

Enid crossed her arms and leaned forward.

When two high-ring ritualists give birth to a child, they develop a lingering and powerful addiction: to devour their own child.

This desire is almost impossible to suppress, affecting the ritualists all the time, controlling their gaze towards their offspring - and when some of them are lucky or extremely powerful, they use certain methods to suppress this twisted thought...

They will also be forced to hunt down their own offspring throughout their lives.

It is a very cruel thing to always be on the road of pursuit.

"I have never seen any ritualist escape this rule, or... curse."

Enid shook her head.

And the evil caused by nature is even more terrifying.

These creatures, born with original sin and hating the entire world, will indiscriminately destroy everything they see - as their power increases, the tragedies they cause will increase.

Their growth rate is several times, or even dozens of times, that of normal humans.

They are monsters, beasts filthier than the aliens.

They inherit certain powers from their parents and are born to stand in places that some people can never reach in their entire lives.

They are walking disasters.

“You know what a ‘mortal sin’ is, right?”

Roland nodded.

Both Fernandez and Enid mentioned this word several times.

Big sin.

"Kashhai is a great sinner because he killed two high-ranking officials and took away a large number of executive officers to form the Holy Flame - he threatens too many people."

"And the sin of heaven is also a "great sin."

Enid said.

Not only that, once two high-ring ritualists give birth to offspring, then these two high-rings will also become "capital sinners".

As do their children.

Even though they will be forced to hunt down or eat their offspring.

But the outcome is the same.

"Once it becomes a 'big sin', Roland, all the sects and organizations in this world, except for the two evil cults you know, will become your enemies."

Some organizations may not care about criminals.

For example, a homeless camp.

But even this dirty, chaotic, loose organization absolutely does not allow "major crimes" to join.

Because the judgment of "major sins" is extremely harsh, it requires several sects and several rounds of discussions to reach a conclusion.

It's a very cautious and lengthy process.

Therefore, every ritualist who can truly be labeled as a great sinner is extremely dangerous.

Not only will they do things that anger God and man, they will even cause huge disasters to the entire mysterious world and even the world.

Apart from cults, no one dares to be involved in serious crimes.

Oh.

Neither do most cultists.

They were cultists, not fools. Slaughtering a family of villagers and performing evil sacrificial rituals would only attract the executioners.

But if you accept the sin, cooperate with the sin...

It's not just the executives who are here.

Roland always felt that there was a problem that could not be avoided.

"But if two immortals give birth to a child..."

Immortals are the limit for ritualists.

Who can still accuse them of a crime?

Enid raised her index finger and pointed upwards: "First of all, you have to understand that the longer you live, the more you know to be reverent. Maybe some high-ranking people are arrogant enough to think that they are extraordinary and have a way to escape this curse - but immortals almost never think so."

"Secondly."

"Even if two immortals do this..."

Enid smiled: "The other immortals will take care of it. What's more, there are servants above - servants of the gods. At least so far, I have never heard of any immortal doing this."

"These shrewd cowards can avoid the curse... How dare they put their souls on the knife?"

Roland was thoughtful.

"That's why I asked you to think ahead, Roland. You have extraordinary talent, and you have embarked on a path that may be highly suitable for you. If you don't start early, it will be too late when you reach the third or fourth ring."

It is too early for Roland to have children.

He sighed repeatedly, indicating that he should go back to comfort his "friend" with a sad heart.

"Tell your 'friend'..." Enid bit her lip lightly. Although Roland was right in front of her, she tilted her head and looked at the silent flame in the fireplace:

"...I just suggested that he keep the relationship at a distance of lovers - I didn't ask him to completely stay away from the person he loves...Please don't convey the wrong message to me, Roland."

well.

Roland thought.

There is one more thing giving me a headache.

"Let me do the math."

"One Enid."

"Cherry Chloe One"

"Does Rose count?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, now there are three."
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four.

"And Shandel Kratov?"
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And you.

"..."

Roland put down his teacup, straightened his cuffs, and prepared to leave.

Enid suddenly remembered something and called the young man who was standing up: "...You and Cinder Kratov did a good job on this case - from today on, you will be the official executive. Your salary will be adjusted, and at the same time, you will also assume the responsibilities of a deputy."

"As Fernandez de Vinson's deputy."

"He will give you the details...Do you have friends to visit later?"

Enid paused and looked Roland up and down, feeling that she had overlooked something.

Roland
Yes…

It's the shoes and the hair.

His hair was tied differently today, and the hair hanging on his forehead was not as messy as before.

As if it had been specially arranged.

The leather shoes were also polished.

"Are you visiting friends today?"

Roland raised his eyebrows, folded his hands on his cane, and tilted his head slightly: "I'm here to visit my chief judge."

Enid stood up and walked towards Roland with a smile. She reached out to straighten his collar and gently lifted his shoulders.

"is it?"

She slid her rough fingertips across someone's Adam's apple, and then moved upwards, pressing a small dent in someone's lips.

Roland didn't dare to joke anymore.

Perhaps it's because Enid is the "Holy Flame" that she burns herself to the point of exploding every time.

"I will be meeting with Miss Kratov."

Roland leaned back slightly to avoid the finger that was eager to explore.

Kratov?

Enid paused.

"Kratov is not a good choice, Roland." She withdrew her hand and took two steps back. "She is only suitable to be a lover."

"also."
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To shut up.

"Miss Krattorfer and I are teammates, Enid."

"Now you don't call me 'Madam'?" Enid teased him with a squint: "You should say, 'Miss Kratov and I are friends, don't make assumptions, ma'am' - that's the right way to say it."

Roland: ...

Enid laughed a few times, then gradually straightened her mouth and became serious again.

"You should have seen the 'little ailment' of Chandel Kratov."

"She has never been qualified to be a wife in her life."

Roland joked, "Do you want me to swear?"

"That's not necessary, Roland. Just don't make too many promises before you release me."

what…

Before release?
Roland didn't understand.

“Suffering and women make men grow.”

Enid didn't explain to Roland, it seemed like a metaphor... or maybe it wasn't really a metaphor.

"You only went through one."

At this moment, a smile returned to Enid's face, a rare expression.

The woman whose skin and flesh were frozen had a chill in her eyes. She looked at Roland quietly and said, "Watch your behavior, Roland Collins. You can do what you should do, but you can't promise what you shouldn't promise."

"I am optimistic about your future and don't want you to be dragged down by a shameless and crazy monster."

"You probably still want to be teammates with Shandel Kratov?"

Roland no longer smiled and stared at the cold winter quietly.

After a while, Enid pointed in the direction of the door.

"It's time for you to go."

"…Goodbye, Lady Enid."

"Goodbye."

Roland bowed, stepped on the soft carpet, and turned to leave.

When he was about to open the door.

Enid's voice came from behind again.

Perhaps, the sea is rolling up waves again, rocking the boat.

"Roland..."