The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 845: Fire Snakes and Bombardment

night.

The spring cicadas fly across the moonlit night sky in front of the hall just like the snoring of our ancestors.

The window wall was twisted and the wooden axis was difficult to turn.

The warm grey smoke blew away the night fog.

"…Master?"

A crow stood on the eaves at the other end, silently staring at the man who was pushing the window lever.

'Birds.'

The man groaned, turned his head and was about to speak, but was hit on the side of his face by a heavy object!

Bang-!
He cried out "ouch!" and fell to the ground, a fishy stench rushing up his head.

As if ink had been splashed on it, his entire body was stained with vermilion.

The woman screamed and jumped off the couch.

"Who...! Who! Come out! Grandpa, I am Dai Ruzhong Dai Lord--"

He smeared the thin "liquid" on his face, kicked his legs wildly like crazy, threatened, begged, and even the woman who handed him a handkerchief was beaten upside down.

But until he caught his breath, he didn't see anyone jumping in from the window and slashing his eyes with a knife.

Only then did the man dare to quietly lift his eyelids and take a look.

Apart from the sobbing woman watching over him and the overturned incense burner, there was no sound in the room.

"…Master?"

The man snorted, took the handkerchief and wiped his face, then looked angrily at the object that hit him - this look made his soul unable to return to his body.

"Dai, dai dai dai..."

He stammered and pointed at the head, as stupid as a child who had just learned to speak.

“Dai dai dai…”

Dai Ruzhong.

A pair of eyes that will never close.

A neatly cut head.

Assassination!

Rebellious!
Two cold and sharp words suddenly jumped into my mind.

The man was quite smart and realized that only this group of people dared to assassinate court officials.

"Rebel! Someone come! There's an assassin!"

"Someone come quickly!!"

He raised his voice, slid and climbed up in the pool of blood, held the window sill tightly and shouted: "Someone help me!!"

The shouts echoed in the silent courtyard.

The only response he got was the usual night cicada.

The man opened his mouth.

Looking down, I saw a long silver cone passing through my chest.

Someone was speaking in his ear.

It's warm, like a piece of perfectly cooked bread against your face.

“…It’s time for you to get going, Master.”

she says.

"W-why...why..."

"The birth and death of the white lotus is uncertain." The woman slowly pulled out the long spike.

under the moonlight.

The black clothes emerged silently like a colony of ants.

She let go of the man who was breathing heavily, rubbed her long needle back and forth on her coat, and floated out of the house on tiptoe.

"The gun store has been occupied, blockade the port."

"Kill the white pig! Kill the dog officer!"

"The birth and death of the white lotus! The calamity is uncertain!"

A scarlet signal cannon with a long tail shot up into the sky.

Clusters of torches were lit, and a continuous fire snake was twisted to devour its prey.

…………

……

"Why can the Holy Cross restore health? I'm obviously going to win!"

The curly-haired girl in front of the long table slammed the cards in indignation: As an expert in the "Secret Scroll" camp, she enjoyed driving her opponents into despair little by little by "forcing them to buy" this card - especially the creator of the game.

Shandel didn't spoil her.

"That's the rule, Vansittart."

Rose pouted, twisted her lips in an artificial way, and imitated her words: "'This is the rule'... Has the Holy Cross always been so shameless?" Shandel smiled and played another card.

"It's my turn now."

"'It's my turn now'... Roland, look at her. We agreed not to choose Holy Cross."

Behind the table is a fireplace.

Lounge chair.

A round low table with coffee cups on it.

Roland and Yolanda.

"You asked me to see this and that all day long, but when it was time to see God, you didn't say a word." Roland tilted his head and pointed at her, without turning sideways: "You must not be seeing the God of the Holy Cross."

Someone has been laughed at all day.

"Maybe I'll be promoted soon..." Rose muttered, her eyelashes drooping slightly.

She hadn't told Roland what really happened in the dream yet. She just said it was a vague nightmare and the mumbling of a confused mind.

Black jar, son of pus, fragile 'god' who loves to cry.

She needed some time to think about whether this incident would cause trouble for Roland again - just like the last time, he made a promise with an unknown ghost to save himself...

"No more playing, no more playing. She always cheats."

The girl pushed the deck of cards aside, messing up the table.

"We need to modify the strength of the Holy Cross camp. It's unreasonable to always be able to restore life."

Shandel narrowed his eyes and wanted to mock her.

next moment.

A huge shockwave fell from the night, punched through the wall, and blasted the whole house into a twisted ruin!

Bang——! !

Roland, who was closest to the wall, had no time to react before he disappeared in the rubble and exploding flames!

"Roland!!"

A gap appeared in the ivory stone pillar, and thick dust rushed in like a whirlpool.

In an instant, everyone's view was blocked.

In less than two seconds.

The second shot landed with fury next to the fountain in the distance.

It broke stonework and snapped pipes.

The spring water gushed out uncontrollably like a headless neck.

Bang!
Bang!Bang!
Along with clusters of artillery fire, there were also the sounds of guns and people shouting.

Halida was the first to push aside the rubble - the low table happened to hit her waist, pulling her into the corner and blocking the flying stones.

She tore open her long sleeves, kicked off the wooden beams, and leaped up from the open-air ruins, reaching the spot where Roland disappeared in a few bounds.

He moved the half-remaining arch window open with his bare hands.

Roland raised his arms, holding the frightened Yolanda.

"Go save them."

Roland pushed aside the layers of rocks and dirt with a little effort, and after pulling Yolanda out, he went straight to Halida - Shandel and Rose were very lucky. The two girls were playing cards around a long table, and the shells happened to overturn it.

They were intact, even Chandel's nightgown only had a small corner missing.

"Ahem...Pah..."

Rose was covered in dust and dirt, and she was brushing off the dust on her head as she crawled out: since they were on the third floor, they could see the distance through the "disappearing" wall - the swirling and gathering fire snakes were shuttling through the Red Iris Manor like exploding red charcoal.

They lit up every possible place, making the Red Iris Manor truly worthy of its name.

The heat is not high enough.

"…What's this."

Rose shook off her shirt and walked forward, looking at the sea of ​​fire in the night.

She heard shouts and screams, but also begging for mercy and wailing.

"Obviously, it was a massacre, Vansittart. You should be most familiar with this kind of thing," Shandel flicked his gray hair and turned to go into the ruins. "You should be thankful that the shells didn't smash the floor and break the support. Otherwise, we would have fallen all the way to the bottom floor and someone would have been injured."

"Rebellion..."

Yolanda murmured.

"Rebel?" Roland turned his head and said, "Is this the rebel you want to meet? Hmm... do we not have to take a carriage to a far place?"

Rose grinned: "You are not deaf, Roland."

Pointed to the dark shadows setting fires everywhere.

"Didn't you hear what they were shouting?"

Roland looked puzzled: "Oh, I'm a dog official..."

"What dog? We are Bai--" Rose was stunned. The girl, who almost bit her tongue, was so angry that she wanted to kick him down from the third floor: "Can you spare some time?"

(End of this chapter)