The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 254 Ch.253 Forest Witch
These followers of the Great Vortex are like lousy painters who are only responsible for applying green paint.

When they were called to serve, the whole flower garden became much greener -

That's right, the 'senior pastor' of the Maelstrom entertained them in the flower garden.

——Roland was not sure how they addressed their superiors, like "senior pastor" in the church, or "advisor" in the Supervisory Bureau.

They served tea and cakes.

There is no difference between them and real wealthy aristocrats.

Except for skin color.

"Mortals are foolish, sir." The woman seemed to notice that Roland was very concerned about the skin of his followers, and explained with a smile: "This is also the reason why we, the Sons of Nature, are rarely noticed by them - we don't want to be looked at by those stupid, unintelligent eyes, and let those disease-corroded lips talk about our deeds."

Roland smiled, picked up the teacup, and said nothing.

"We do come for angels, Nature Walkers. Apparently Bristol is good at surprising people, isn't it? My dear Mr. David Cromwell, a pious man who has only been here for three years, showed me something I had never seen before yesterday -"

At this point, Fernandez lowered his voice and leaned forward.

Stare at the woman.

"Holy marrow."

He said.

The word seemed to stop the swaying plants in the flowerbed for a moment.

Roland saw the woman's eyes suddenly widen, and her smile expanded as quickly as her eyes.

Very fast.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Angel, I can provide you with some clues - such as witnesses. But... what marrow? The Great Whirlpool has nothing to do with the Holy Cross. Do you really want to discuss this church that worships a false god?"

Whether it is a false god or not is not important, Fernandez has already verified what he thought.

His smile remained unchanged, but his words were vulgar: "...You bitch who hangs out with wild dogs and licks their assholes, do you think you can fool me?"

The believers standing next to him naturally heard it clearly. They not only glared at him, but also stepped forward to scold him.

Shandel turned slightly, lifted his leather boots slightly, and moved up along the man's legs——

Bending a knee!
A half-groan.

When he bent over in pain, Roland stood up, clasped his hands inward, and slammed him onto the table. Then he said:

Turn around... draw your gun!
boom!
Flames spurted out of the muzzle of the gun and hit another cultist who was drawing a knife in the distance!
Blood spurted out from his lower abdomen and he staggered back several steps, finally falling down under the white stone pillar beside the garden. His expression was painful, but his eyes were still glaring at Fernandez.

This movement is completed in just a few breaths.

The woman leaned on a high-back chair made of twisted dead vines, her face cold, and watched in silence.

She watched Roland hold the pepper box against the cultist's head and watched him struggle, the green veins on his face bulging.

at this time.

Roland heard a rustling sound: like earthworms turning over the soil, magnified a hundred times.

In an instant, a silky green vine broke out of the ground under his and Shandel's feet!

It is as thick as a thigh, with long, steel-like thorns on the front. At the end of the vine is a flower head full of sharp teeth: like ring-shaped canine teeth, the petals are covered with densely packed pink scales.

"Xandel!"

Roland retreated quickly!

The vine seemed to be targeting only the two of them. It coiled up and wrapped around the woman in layers, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

The other part was like a whip, lashing out at lightning speed and knocking down Shandel, who had no time to draw his gun. Then, dense steel needles caught up with Roland's face and neck!

Until he stepped out of the flowerbed, passed through the green curtains, and his back hit the hard wall.

The steel needle pierced into the wall with a clang, scraping his neck and leaving a shallow blood mark.

In Roland's vision, it was not just the thick, thorny vine in front of him that was spreading flames - the entire building, including the walls, stone pillars, floors, and any place that could not be penetrated by sight, was rumbling in Roland's eyes all the time, as if something was moving through it, making a sound that only he could "hear."

There's...something in this building.

The vine in front of us may be just a small part of this creature's body.

"The Maelstrom is not the Ring of Eternal Silence, the Flame of the Benefactor. If you act recklessly here, I'm afraid we will have to ask the Inquisition to send another team of executioners."

Fernandez slightly loosened his sweaty palms under the table, his face remained calm: "The next person to come is the presiding judge - Lady Enid Jutia is very busy, I don't know if she is free. If you insist on talking to her in person, I can only try."

The woman surrounded by vines had a look of disdain on her face, but the vines still shrank little by little, avoiding Roland and Shandel, and dragged her back to the flower bed.

It burrowed into the mud and disappeared.

She shook her skirt, stood up and walked to the side of the cultist who had been shot. She knelt on the ground and glanced at the yellow bullet tail that had been driven into the pillar.

A hint of green emerged from her fingertips, first it was light, then it softened into liquid, slowly dripping onto the place where she was shot.

Soon, he stopped bleeding.

But the entire flower garden withered as the believers recovered.

There was dead silence everywhere.

"Leave, the Maelstrom does not welcome you." Fernandez turned around and looked at the scratch on Roland's neck. After questioning Shandel with his eyes, he nodded stiffly at the woman, drooped his face, and turned back the way he came.

As soon as he came out, Fernandez's expression became extremely solemn.

They did it on purpose.

Deliberately provoke the person in charge here and force her to take action.

Because Fernandez knew this woman and had learned about her information before coming.

Carlotta.

Her name is Carlotta.

She is not famous, but three years ago, during a cult rebellion in Bristol, the leader of the Great Vortex was killed, and she temporarily replaced the 'Walker' with the Three Rings to lead the local cultists.

Three years.

From temporary to official.

The three of them came to the coast, next to the fishing boats. Fernandez stopped and took out a cigarette and lit it.

The sea breeze is like a blade that has been frozen for a hundred years.

"Tell me, Kratov, what ring is she in now."

"Now."

The fight just now, which could not be called a battle, had already allowed Miss Library to discover the obvious "features" in it.

"Sixth Ring, Captain Devinson."

"She's in the sixth ring."

……

"The Immortal (Second Crown God, Eve)"

"Forest Witch (Sixth Ring)"

"Touch of Sprout": Through contact, it draws on the power of nature to a certain extent, healing and prolonging the target's life.

"Improvement (Fourth Ring)": You can cultivate companion plants (alien debris) and manipulate them through secret techniques. These strange products cannot continue to reproduce and are the result of rituals and mysterious breeding. The more plants that do not exist in this world, the higher the price the ritualist needs to pay.

"Improvement (Fourth Ring Advanced)": The ritualist can enhance the companion plant with more rare materials.

"Grafting": The cultivated plants can be completely grafted onto oneself, thus no longer being restricted by flesh and blood. But at the same time, the ritualist will also be disturbed by the characteristics of the grafted plants.

……

"※There are countless hearts in the forest, and they beat drums."

……

The "Touch of New Buds" can only be used by the "Immortals" who have reached the sixth ring - that is, the power she just used to heal the believers and wither an entire flower garden.

This is why Fernandez had to force her to take action.

Three years.

This woman was promoted from the third ring to the sixth ring.

According to Fernandez, David Cromwell was also rapidly promoted from deacon to pastor in the past two years, and then to senior pastor.

What, is this crappy place Bristol full of geniuses?

Fernandez increasingly felt that something was wrong.

Because the most difficult part for the ritualist to ascend to the next level is not actually "completing the ritual": some rituals may seem daunting, but for a small number of people, they are as easy as breathing.

The ring raising ceremony is not a door lock.

What really hinders the ritualists from climbing up is "qualification".

Some people do not have the qualifications for a high level, which means they will never be able to clear the fog before their eyes and see the world of those who are at a high level—even if they think they can complete their level-up ceremony quickly and well.

But what does it matter how good your whip skills are?
These unqualified people are like a carriage without a horse.

"What a coincidence. The two leaders of the Holy Cross and the Great Whirlpool are both geniuses at the same time, and they have agreed to upgrade their rings together during the same period..."

Is it related to the Holy Marrow?

Fernandez began to think that the lack of other religious groups in the city was a bad thing.

"It's not like I haven't seen Six Rings from other paths, Kratov. She gives me the feeling that she is not worthy of the power she possesses..."

What's more, these wild dogs in the Whirlpool should be as vengeful as the former executives.

But shooting her followers only resulted in a response of "you are not welcome".

You know, the current court is not as good as before.

So, things are in trouble.

(End of this chapter)