The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 526 Ch.525 Bringing Little Cakes to the World
In addition to the "smell of evil", the "hunters" of the second ring of "Holy Flame" also mastered a special skill that is truly as good as wild hunters - except that this trap is not made of metal, springs and silk thread.

Use "secret".

This is a "grand ceremony" that can only be performed by the "Holy Flame".

——Using extremely special and rare materials, the ritualist will master the power to construct a "trap" by manipulating and condensing the "secret".

Depending on the material, it will directly lead to the bias of "grand ceremony".

That is, the "traps" created by each "Holy Flame" are also different.

Fernandez's "Trap" has the power of "Frost".

Some "holy flame" "traps" carry raging fire, deadly poison, or can have a similar effect as holy water in exorcising evil spirits.

This is a very outstanding ability.

Especially when dealing with some ignorant and arrogant enemies, a few "traps" can make him see a lot of hysterical faces - of course, the reason why Fernandez doesn't use it often is that this power requires a certain "secret" to maintain.

And he rarely fought cultists one-on-one.

The Executors have no such 'chivalry', and neither do the Cultists.

Usually, when facing an enemy, Holy Flame would use the ability of the third ring, Thorns. This was the ability that most pagans believed made Holy Flame really troublesome.

But the enemy before him was too 'agile' and too lethal.

I'm afraid if he gets hit, the battle will be over.

"Now, we can take a gamble, cultist."

Fernandez raised his other gun.

"Before your whip, which is as sharp as a knife, cuts off my head... do you think the bullet will arrive first or later?"

The 'woman' whose thighs were frozen by the frost did not struggle, but asked in a strange tone:
"Is the Inquisition Owl willing to die in a place like this? With a cultist?"

"You are more than just a 'cultist', the White Veil Killer." Fernandez sneered: "You won't tell me that the tragedy of Mingsi Chloe was not committed by you?"

The 'woman' was unusually calm.

"I did it," she said, "but if I remember correctly, you black crows only seem to chase after the aliens, the cradle of flesh, the black urn... Which one am I related to?"

Fernandez sneered: "It's too late to beg for mercy now."

Even so, he continued to exert his strength secretly, trying to quietly awaken his tired organs, call back the storm, and cut through the rock that trapped him in the mud - Fernandez thought that the other party was probably doing the same thing.

They obviously had no intention of dying together and were confident that they could kill each other at a small price.

Both people are the same.

I would never want to sacrifice my life for such an enemy.

and so…

See who is faster.

"If only I had completed the second "Sword of Judgment"..."

Fernandez thought.

“You don’t have the Cradle of Flesh and the Black Urn behind you,” he said. “I’ve dealt with those stinking bastards. You’re not like them—the Mithril Church, or…”

At this point, the man couldn't help but frown.

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became.

At this moment, Fernandez hoped that the organization behind the other party was one of the names he had heard of. At least this could be considered "a monster emerged from the cult" instead of "another troublesome cult"...

Things don't go as one wishes.

He heard the same laughter as before, and saw the 'woman' with one leg frozen, kneeling towards him - just one leg, and the movement was very strange.

"The Winged One of the Tea Party greets you, Owl of the Inquisition." The other party greeted cheerfully.

Fernandez's heart sank.

A new cult is active in London…

Winged ones?
Compared to the Cradle of Flesh and Blood that was almost "exposed to the public", he was more wary of such an organization.

Especially after he had seen the other party's strength.

——It can make the hard become soft, and then make the soft become hard.

The earth turned into a swamp, and then solidified into rock in an instant.

This can't be a fucking wish come true, right?!

Which "road" has such ability?
Are you living in the history recorded in the Book of Eden?
The one opposite is the "Saint" Delis?

The more Fernandez thought about it, the more ridiculous it became.

How can this be.

What’s even more terrifying is that it would be fine if the other party was also a “fourth ring”.

But since the fight, 'she' has not shown more strength.

In other words.

'Her' ring may not be high.

At least not as tall as myself.

Then this "road" is really terrible.

Winged Ones...Tea Party...

"Let's talk about your purpose?" Fernandez noticed that the mystical organ in his body was "filling" again, and he was not in a hurry to restart the battle. Instead, he asked casually: "Since you are clear about the responsibilities of the Inquisition, I'm afraid you don't want to be an enemy of the Orthodox Church--"

He said.

"There are always some self-important people who have to do something to prove that they are different..."

"Tell the truth, Lord Owl. You and your two crow cubs disrupted my ceremony," the 'woman' interrupted Fernandez: "This has nothing to do with you."

She was somewhat helpless. "That woman who lost her child was also stupid. She insisted on asking me to give her a living brother. I had no choice but to drive her crazy... You see, this way she won't dwell on this matter... I won't kill mortals indiscriminately unless it's necessary."

"How can we be the same as the cultists?"

Fernandez was silent.

This answered his question - the question about the unfamiliar grave-digging technique.

He even speculated that gravekeepers and families whose children had been lost should also play some kind of indispensable and important role in this ceremony.

Because rituals are like that, most of them are weird.

Especially the ring raising ceremony.

Not to mention that some of the ring-raising ceremonies on the "Organ" Road require the ritualists to do shameless things under the banner of "art" - if you have learned about the ring-raising ceremony of "Elegy", you will know why they are called "dirty guys".

The ritualists will do almost anything to gain 'influence'.

"I meant 'your' purpose, cultists. Not yours."

With one answer clear, Fernandez quickly began chasing another:
Both the Cradle of Flesh and Blood and the Black Urn carry out their activities in accordance with certain 'doctrines' and 'purposes'.

He had to find out how many people were behind this cultist from the "Tea Party" who called himself the Winged One, and what their purpose was...

"I have no obligation to return—"

She paused, as if she had changed her mind in an instant, and said with a smile: "Oh, if you must tell me our purpose..."

"How about filling the world with cake?"

Fernandez was stunned.

What, what…

cake?

He heard the 'woman' laugh: "The world needs some people with wings, doesn't it?"

"We come down from heaven and bring cakes of all flavors to the suffering and happiness on earth - what is the purpose? We want to make all the people in London fat... and then tell them that only thin people can go to heaven."

"Up there you are free, but in hell you can eat cakes of all flavors... Lord Xiao, which side do you like?"

Fernandez shouted in a deep voice: "Shut up! Blasphemer!"

The thunder and the storm were closing in on him.

At the same time, he finally reached into the inner lining and touched a rarely used and expensive "strange item"...

Also at the same moment.

The sound is far away.

"You don't think you can trap a cake messenger like this?"

——The woman pulled her legs out of the frozen ice easily, as if they had never been frozen.

“May our Father of All be alive every day.”

The farewell words were just like his temperament, full of weirdness that could only be believable when spoken at night.

The land began to flow.

The dead trees in the forest melted in my eyes.

It turns into brown-yellow juice.

boiling.

The soil that was cooking with rotten leaves and ant nests began to swell up with bubbles like cooked milk in a pot, bursting, swelling, bursting, and swelling again.

This boiling river is a pot of horror and fear, and the surging hot torrent gently pushes the storm-ridden enemy away, further and further...

The man who went with the flow was surrounded by the storm and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to chase. He silently watched her tear off a piece of "mist", make it into a cloak and put it on, then turn around and wave at him from afar, just like waving goodbye to a ship that was about to sail away.

Afterwards, the young deer jumped a few times like returning to its nest, and in less than a dozen breaths, it escaped from his pursuit range.

Just like fog dissipating in fog.

After a while.

The woods returned to silence.

"The Winged Ones..."

The muddy man rubbed his sore palms and stared at the ruins in front of him that were plowed by an invisible knife array.

Clenched his fists.

A terrifying, extremely difficult force to deal with.

He must report everything he witnessed tonight to Lady Enid as soon as possible - the power of this "path" is too dangerous...

Even if the ritualists who are not on the Path of the Crowned God cannot receive the blessing of the Grand Ceremony, it is still dangerous enough.

He didn't even dare to think about how difficult this cultist would become if he was lucky enough to reach Gaohuan.

Fernandez took a deep breath.

Babies, families, bones, grave digging.

This 'ritual' the cultists are talking about...

Maybe.

Is it related to the Lord of the White Crown of the Wasteland in the Ring of Eternal Silence?
But apart from "Dry Bones" and "Elegy", he had never heard that those dirty guys had a third way...

Not even a legend.

'Tea Party, Winged Ones...'

Fernandez murmured.

(End of this chapter)