The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 525 Ch.524 Fight
Snapped--!
Click.

Snapped--!
The whip shadow in the mist is like a venomous snake that is always trying to bite people when they are distracted.

If it was an inexperienced young ritualist, he would have been cut open and bleeding, in so much pain that he could hardly concentrate. In this ridiculous fog, he would have retreated without even seeing the enemy.

But this is not a problem for an experienced executive.

Especially a Holy Flame with a mystical organ.

The fog made it more difficult for the whip to judge and defend against, but the surrounding trees and outstretched branches also became his helpers in resisting the fog, and took the lead in giving him warnings with each whip kiss.

The same goes for the wind.

Fernandez felt the air flowing across his skin, following the most primitive beat of all, and interacting with the thorns at the tip of a dangerous inch.

He allowed the enemy to attack eagerly, letting 'her' display her strength, patiently like a crouching, tense hound, waiting for the moment when the prey was exhausted...

'Cultists.'

Fernandez grinned and listened attentively.

The next moment he tilted his head, a whip came and broke the dead branch.

Click.

'Is that all you can do?'

'"The Great Ritual: The Flagellant", and, an unknown ritual or artifact that can allow you to contain a large number of "secrets"?'

He silently estimated the distance and used his nose to track the smell.

The "ascetic" of the Holy Flame Ring can enable the ritualist to possess willpower and endurance that surpass that of ordinary people.

Their strength has increased significantly, and they can hold their breath for a long time underwater. They can continue to fight even if their body parts are damaged and can quickly adapt to various harsh environments.

When they reach the second ring "Hunter", they will activate an ability similar to the mystical organ.

Maybe it is far inferior to the mystical organ, but it is definitely a practical ability.

"Evil Smell".

The ritualist can use it to mark the "secret" emitted by the enemy and track the target by smell within a certain distance and time.

This is why Fernandez believes 'she' can't escape.

Through observation, he could roughly determine that this whip was not a "magic object" - using a "magic object" would come at a price.

These ten or so attacks were enough to prove that it was just an ordinary whip.

and so…

Just grab it...

Fernandez quietly tensed his muscles.

The lightning came alive again with his breathing.

wait.

wait…

A chance!
The whistling whip shattered the slanting dead branches, aiming at the hand holding the gun!

catch!

Grab it!
This is the line of death pointing to the target!

Fernandez did not retreat but advanced, shouting "I am the Holy Flame", and the thunder he exhaled split the fog!

Near...

Close!
at this time.

Fernandez's heart suddenly contracted violently.

Years of experience were a warning to him.

He felt as if a sickle was placed on his neck, it was horrifying!
Even the skin can clearly feel the sharpness that is about to cut through the muscles and throat bones!

No…

wrong!

At the moment of life and death, Fernandez still listened to the unspeakable premonition. When he retracted his left hand, his right arm holding the gun was also raised high!
A storm of blasting rubble arose under his feet, pushing him rapidly backwards!
Clang——!
Just as he had expected, the whip swept through the thick fog that had briefly dissipated.

Cut grease in general.

The moonlight illuminates a smooth cut:

The pepper box was broken into two pieces. One piece was in the hand, and the other fell on the ground.

If the incision went further down, his fingers or even his entire palm would be taken away.

Several dead trees on his left were cut in half, as if a thin scimitar several feet long was held by a giant who only existed in stories and swung it with ease.

A catastrophic blade.

Cheerful laughter was heard in the thick fog.

Fernandez looked down at the gun in his hand, only the handle was left, and he felt cold sweat dripping from every pore of his body. This is...

What kind of power?
"Strange thing"?
No.

impossible.

According to his experience, there are only two types of "strange things".

As long as you hold it, you have to keep paying the price, and it will only be activated when you use it.

He had never seen or heard of any kind of strange object that could be used as a weapon without paying a price - until you 'actually use' it.

There is no such "magic object".

Just like the "Spider Kiss" he gave Roland, you can't fire it twice and then tell it that these two shots don't count and start counting from the third shot.

This is impossible.

and so…

ceremony?

Or is it a special, less famous non-Crown God "road"?
Fernandez was extremely alert.

Now, if he got whipped, he would leave some parts in the woods.

careful…

careful……

Click.

left!

"Storm!" Fernandez roared, and the crazy airflow accompanied by broken electric light pushed him far away from the attack range of the whip shadow!

He took advantage of the storm to leap back a few steps, and then he retreated -

Suddenly, the right foot went deep!
The sticky liquid that appeared out of nowhere instantly submerged his ankles and calves, and the next moment when he made an effort, it quickly solidified into a piece of hard steel rock!

Fernandez groaned in pain, covered his knees, and half-knelt in the mud.

He tried to activate the power of his organ again, but found that his other foot was also stuck in the mud. This time, he witnessed the process with his own eyes:

The land that should have been solid seemed to be affected by something, melting into a man-made miniature swamp. It only swallowed his feet and calves, and after it reached his thighs, it cooled and solidified in an instant, like a candle extinguished by a storm.

just now.

His entire lower body is frozen in the rock.

Like a sculpture with only the upper half alive.

Or a dying sculpture.

"Death of the Executor...How?"

The 'woman' in the dense forest teased him. It was like a house cat that had not seen a mouse for a long time, finally releasing the longing that had been buried deep in its heart...

The little mouse is here.

"The Owl of the Inquisition died in my hands! The Owl of the Inquisition died under my whip! Ahaha - I killed the Executor of the Inquisition! I will soak his head in holy water!"

She sang happily like singing, and her steps were as joyful as a young deer.

The shadow sometimes appeared in the fog, then quickly disappeared, screaming at the top of its lungs as if it had made a fortune.

then.

'She' walked out of the fog.

Like a monster hatched from boiling water, an evil priest dancing under the night fog and silver moon.

Fernandez silently raised his gun and aimed it at the blurry shadow.

Pull the trigger slowly.

boom--!
The severe pain that squeezed his legs made it impossible for him to deliver each bullet to the desired position accurately and quickly.

Obviously.

She dodged even more skillfully than before.

One shot after another.

Six bullets only made the cultist, who looked like a madman, jump a few steps to the right, then go around a tree and continue forward...

Fernandez curled the corners of his mouth.

Click.

The gushing frost cascaded down like the sigh of the God of Winter, with such force that it almost blew out a blooming ice flower in the mud underfoot!
"The All-Father will not protect you, cultist."

Fernandez stared at the frozen shadow not far away and calmly changed his bullets.

(End of this chapter)