The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 430 Ch.429 Flame Sculpture and "Iron Cavalry"

「Name」: Flame Sculpture
Type: Grand Ceremony (Father of All Things/Blesser/First Ray of Light)

「Description」: Mortals cannot look directly at greatness.

A ritualist who has mastered this secret technique can carve the power onto a carrier.

When a mortal who has not been favored by the mystery looks directly at it, his fate will be like a feather in the heart of fire.

The power will only work once on a target.

After the ritual is over, the caster will become weak (the duration depends on the depth of the carving).

Note: This power will also work on the ritualist, but it may only be a minor punishment.

Note: Few ritualists would take the initiative to punish mortals in such a 'costly' way. Usually, they would be 'branded' in some forbidden books or materials in the library, giving those unruly little mice a memorable lesson.

'Read me, mortal.'

'The internal organs are sparkling.'

…………

……

Old Moore's body was simply rolled up in a mat, and when the long night was over, he would go to where he should go tomorrow.

Roland told Peggy about the "Flame Sculpture".

It is worth mentioning that the girl who never asked about Rose and Roland's "path" from beginning to end, abnormally asked what kind of path they were on, how many rings they had, and whether they had the power to fight against the real ritualists...

as well as.

Would they dare to actually swing a knife at a baron.

The death of Old Moore seemed to have made her make up her mind.

Even though she tried her best to hide the sadness on her face, that stuff was still like the white blood that men left in seafood. Even if she didn't bend her wrist to catch it with her palm, she could still see traces of it as she walked.

Rose, Kingsley, Roland.

They can all see it.

The silent roar in the lake of Paige's calm heart.

"Flame carving."

She kept repeating the name.

"Perhaps Mr. Streeter is just trying to teach me a little lesson," she said to herself.

indeed.

She took them to the neighboring town, the square where the patients lived, the sheds, and most importantly, the factory where the 'ore' was processed.

Couldn't hide it from Henry Streeter.

This is a warning.

She looked at the corpse covered by the straw mat, and seemed to hear her brother's frivolous teasing voice from a distance:

That's the price of being naughty, dear.

She was supposed to open the letter.

"Flame carving..."

Rose walked around the counter, poured a glass of wine, put it in Peggy's hand, said nothing, and turned upstairs.

No one slept well that night.

At midnight.

Roland put on his coat, pushed open the window, hooked his hands on the window sill, climbed onto the roof, and jumped from one roof to another.

As nimble and silent as a cat that gets bored at night and slips out of the window for a walk.

He stopped on a roof that was higher than the tavern.

Stepped on it.

I found a loose place to sit down, with my legs hanging down.

He blew on his hands, took out a cut cigar from his arms, and lit it with two matches.

Swinging legs and exhaling white mist.

"At least the weather in Innstown is nice, compared to London."

A silent shadow appeared behind him.

“Perhaps each has his own disaster.”

Someone said.

"My friends and I don't like guessing, so sir, I'll tell you the truth. As Rose's protector, it seems inappropriate for you to watch her get involved in a rebellion."

"It is not right to call the Streeter family affair a rebellion, Mr. Collins." The cloaked man smiled. "At best, we can only say that the family is really restless."

"that is it?"

"It's not very respectable for a noble, but it is... that's all."

The cloaked man seemed to know Roland's ignorance and patiently said, "This throne will never be given to the lower class. Even if they put their faces on it, it will dirty the seat. But if it is of the same bloodline..."

"It was just a 'family dispute'."

"I don't think you know that the Streeter family's title is quite special..."

Roland held a cigar in his mouth, picked up a stone, tossed it twice in his hand, and threw it into the street.

There was a snap.

"Coincidentally, I just heard about it recently."

"That's good." The cloaked man said gently, "This incident will allow Miss to gain the necessary "influence" to upgrade her ring. The second ring of the "Secret Scroll" requires such "influence."

“This is undoubtedly a great opportunity.”

The cloaked man said: "Don't you want the young lady to become stronger and go further on this path of witnessing the truth?"

The moon is bright and bright.

Under the silver light, the black-haired young man was holding a cigar, the thick cigarette butt flickered.

"Of course," Roland paused, "If this is your 'truth', I certainly hope so."

The cloaked man chuckled: "Then you have to show that you are qualified to ask me to tell the truth." Roland stood up.

Sparks burned fiercely.

In a flashing moment, the cloaked man saw a pair of golden eyes!

The next moment, the dagger tore through the wind and came whistling!

Clang——

He had no weapons, or rather, the common daggers, iron staffs, or scimitar rapiers - this cloaked guardian was wearing a pair of gloves with metal embedded in them.

When he grasped the blade, it creaked and tore the deerskin.

Revealing the silvery metal inside.

"Nice attack," he praised, "but it's not good enough."

Click.

With a strong effort, he crushed the dagger!
Roland stared and held his breath. As he ducked to avoid the fist that was swinging over his head, he pulled out another dagger from his waist and stabbed it into his lower abdomen!
The other party floated away like a piece of paper, drawing a silver arc under the moonlight.

"The Seventh Crown God: The Hand of Strife."

"The 'Iron Cavalry' that started the war, the 'Assassin' that manipulated the shadows."

He strolled leisurely, his hands behind his back, and paced beside Roland: "Just one ring of the Iron Cavalry can greatly improve the physical fitness of the ritualist. We are as fast as cheetahs and have extraordinary self-healing abilities."

As he was speaking, he suddenly rushed forward and punched Roland in the chest!

As his black hair fluttered, his calm golden eyes met the falling fist, and his elbow pointed at the cloaked man's eye sockets.

Then, it was easily blocked by the 'metal hand'.

"The second ring of "Iron Cavalry" greatly improves physical strength and endurance. At the same time, we are very good at running, and we also have..."

He pushed upwards, and at the moment when Roland lost his balance, he punched him in the lower abdomen!

"It also possesses incomparably terrifying explosive power."

He did not give his 'enemy' time to breathe, and followed the retreating figure closely. After deflecting the dagger, he pulled his arm backwards - this arc-shaped fist should have been very easy to dodge, but for some reason, the arc seemed to be distorted for a moment.

The trajectory is blurred by space.

then.

The arc became a straight line.

A punch hit the unprepared young man in the face.

He fell and rolled and almost fell off the roof.

"When we reach the third level, Scout, we can use the Secret to briefly penetrate the future, thereby predicting the enemy's next move—" The cloaked man twisted his wrist, "Our eyes can see farther..."

He suddenly raised his leg and chopped at the half-kneeling young man like an axe!

It was still the same weird attack—his leg bone should have hit the tip of Roland’s knife, but when the space was distorted, the oncoming cloth pants made a gust of wind, as if coming from another dimension, and passed through Roland’s dagger like an illusion.

Throw it straight over his shoulder.

Bang!
“When we’re attacking, there’s never any obstacle.”

He watched the wounded young man stand up again - even so, he did not draw the pistol from his waist.

There was a glimmer of admiration in the cloaked man's eyes.

Calm, decisive, and able to clearly judge the degree of danger.

He and he were not fighting to the death.

"When you reach the fourth ring, the Iron Knight will have a special power - mystical armor." He revealed the secret without reservation: "We can solidify the secret in our bodies and form an indestructible armor."

"At the same time, the roar can also release the "secret" in the body in an instant, creating a huge repulsive effect."

He walked forward slowly, pulled Roland up, handed him a handkerchief, and motioned for him to wipe the corners of his mouth.

"By the fourth ring, the Iron Cavalry is very difficult to induce. The ritualists of this path are very good at frontal combat... If you are unfortunate enough to encounter them, you must be clear that you must not give them the opportunity to attack--"

"Like the Holy Flame, Your Excellency the Executor."

He tilted his head and looked at the young man who was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"You should have power like this. Power to kill your enemy before you attack - I mean, a real fight to the death."

"Me? You should have seen that I'm just a second-level player." Roland rubbed his face, lowered his head to find the unextinguished cigar, blew on it, and held it in his mouth.

This behavior finally exposed the man who had maintained his mystery throughout the entire process.

He let out a short, inarticulate sound of surprise.

"Mr. Collins..." He hesitated.

Roland pinched the cigar, showed him the label, and said angrily, "This one is extremely expensive, a limited edition."

"As an apology, can I give you a box..." Mr. Cloak saw that he was not in a good mood and was polite.

"Row."

Mr. Cape: ...

Row?
"Well, I don't smoke often, but I know about gold smoke. This thing... this thing, it's a limited edition, it shouldn't be that expensive, right?"

"Thirty pounds a box."

Mr. Cape: ...

"I can give you one."

Roland blinked: "You just said one box."

"One."

"One box."

"One."

"I'll tell Rose when I get home."

Under the moonlight, the two men sat in silence.

After a few breaths, they all smiled at the same time.

Roland took out a new one and handed it to him.

(End of this chapter)