The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 193 Ch.192 The Opportunity to Upgrade

Oil lamps were nailed to the irregular, rough stone walls.

The flickering light cast two opposing shadows.

Roland held a dagger and took cautious steps to the side. Fernandez held the same standard rubber dagger and stared quietly at the black-haired young man who was as light as a cat.

The secrets of the two people intertwined, testing and confirming each other's position.

As the footsteps approach...

The battle is about to break out.

"You should come to the training ground more often, Roland." In the fierce confrontation, Fernandez was still able to distract himself and talk: "Especially when the ritualist is in a low ring."

He easily deflected the rubber blade that was stabbing at his lower abdomen, turned his wrist, and swung it towards Roland's throat!
The next second, he was pushed upwards by a pair of nimble hands - and then quickly approached!
Fernandez smiled and threw the dagger at Roland who was rushing towards him. When Roland dodged sideways, Fernandez grabbed his wrist!

"Fighting closely with the Holy Flame is definitely not a wise choice—"

Before he could finish his words, he felt his wrist twist half a circle!
Like a soft snake that has caught its prey, Roland stretched his arms inward, ducked around Fernandez's front, put one hand through his neck, and held the other hand on his inner elbow...

Suddenly tense!

boom--!
Unable to maintain his balance, he fell heavily to the ground with Fernandez!

The gradually tightening arms restricted the blood flow.

"I told you, getting into a close fight with Holy Flame is not a wise choice, Roland." When Fernandez was locked by the neck, he still had time to look up and laugh: "Where did you learn this weird trick? I can break free with just one hand..."

"Break free..."

"Struggle...break free...break free..."

As the people behind him tightened their grip, his voice grew quieter.

The strong arm, raised high as if in demonstration, lashed the ground like a whip.

Someone fell into a coma.

…………

……

Twenty minutes later.

Training room.

Fernandez sat on a wooden bench, holding a cigarette in one hand and stroking his aching neck with the other, looking embarrassed: "Where did you learn this from?"

Roland was tying up his loose hair, wondering, "Where did you learn that from?"

Fernandez said with a dark face: "It's the trick that made me faint."

"A friend taught me this." Roland showed his white teeth: "...It's called 'naked choke'."

Naked Choke...

Fernandez blew out a large puff of smoke, rubbed the side of his neck, and repeated the name Roland had said.

He didn't even have the chance to resist. Within a few breaths, everything went dark before his eyes and he lost control of his limbs.

Then he 'fell asleep'.

According to Roland, he is more obedient than a baby in swaddling clothes.

"...This thing is not something that can be taught casually." Fernandez glanced at someone who seemed to be nonchalant, and reminded him: "...Most of the techniques are secrets that are not passed on. Your friend is generous enough. Use it carefully, Roland."

"This skill is enough to kill people."

Of course Roland knew.

Wrench had said that when he taught him.

Fernandez leaned on his knees, recalling what had just happened, and trying to figure out how to break this strangulation technique...

Then a problem was discovered.

"Roland."

"Ok?"

Fernandez raised his palm: "Hold my hand."

He waited for Roland to put his hand in his palm, then suddenly clasped his five fingers tightly.

"Break free," he said.

Roland turned his wrist slightly, and Fernandez tightened his fingers in response to his force.

The two men were in a stalemate for more than ten seconds, and then Roland pulled his hand out. This made Fernandez frown even more.

"You've become much stronger." He simply held a cigarette in his mouth, pulled Roland's arm over, rolled up his sleeves, and looked over and over at the smooth lines of his forearm and upper arm. Then, he asked Roland to exert force and then relax, and then relax and exert force again.

strangeness.

Fernandez asked suspiciously: "Have you been exercising a lot recently?"

Roland nodded calmly.

——He and Shandel had just handled a small case two days ago and completed the grand ceremony: "Sword of Judgment".

"Of course I know, because your strength has increased by at least three times compared to the last training..."

Fernandez was very sensitive about strength. Especially during his first training session after joining the Inquisition, Roland made a very deep impression on him:

A thin, fragile, straw-like child.

Fernandez once thought that Roland had no future in close combat, so he let him focus on daggers and guns.

Now looking at it, obviously not.

He should have observed him for a longer period of time - this genius who could reach the dormant world within a day seemed to have extraordinary physical qualifications as well.

The feeling Roland gave him, at least in terms of power, was almost the same as the "Holy Flame" who had just completed the first stage of "Sword of Judgment".

Fernandez was filled with emotion.

To be honest, if Roland had not been walking on a path without a grand ceremony, he would almost doubt whether he had completed any grand ceremony in private.

For example, the "Sword of Judgment" of the "Holy Flame" or the "Praise of Life" of those Eve's followers, which are rituals that greatly enhance the flesh and blood...

“Add one more training session per week.”

Fernandez patted Roland on the shoulder, and there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his words.

——Although Roland does not belong to the "Holy Flame", his "growing" body is undoubtedly moving closer to the "Holy Flame".

In the low-ring period, there are only two paths that are very good at close combat:

The "Holy Flame" of the Inquisition, and the "Iron Cavalry" of the Church of War.

"How long do you plan to stay in the First Ring?"

The two men wiped their sweat off their face, and each held a cigarette in their mouth, puffing away at the smoke while chatting. Fernandez was not used to cigars, and thought that the stuff Roland enjoyed was something that only white-faced people used to pretend: a "showpiece" that only lingered in their mouths and wasted money.

He held a box of yellowish earthy cigarettes that cost only five pence, squinted his eyes, and blew out thick smoke.

"Stay in the first ring for ten years?"

"If possible, I plan to hold the ring-raising ceremony tomorrow." Roland preferred Randolph's cigars, pinching them and pressing his fingers against his cheekbones: "But I have to have the ring-raising ceremony first."

Fernandez tapped his knees and uttered a few words slowly:
“The experience of those who have come before us.”

"The Grand Ceremony."

“Resources provided by the denomination.”

These three will help those who perform the rituals later. The "grand ceremony" of the crowning god ritualists is especially important, which almost widens the gap between them and those who do not perform the crowning god rituals - the more grand ceremonies they hold, the greater the gap.

The 'Ring Raising Ceremony' is not the reason for the gap.

Every year, every month, and every night, there are almost always ritualists traveling through dreams: falling asleep forever, or bringing back treasures from dreams.

Those secret teachings would at least record some of the ascension rituals for those who were not on the path to becoming a god.

It's just that it has to be obtained through a less safe channel.

Roland can only rely on himself.

"I think Lady Enid came to you today to discuss this issue with you."

Fernandez said.

"Roland, make your own decision... If possible, I really don't want you to get involved now."

The captain was particularly serious.

Once you're 'there'...

Golden Island.

A real, 'rite of passage' arena.

(End of this chapter)