The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 846 Ch.845 Christine
The rebels attacked the manor, and God knows where they got the artillery from - according to Yolanda's guess, this is probably the worst news.

After several rounds of artillery fire, these dark figures who entered with guns received only sporadic counterattacks: the rubble and glass flying everywhere due to the artillery fire, the collapsed stone walls and heavy pillars were enough to make these gentlemen who were sleeping soundly with their arms around women die in their sweetest dreams.

The rest of the survivors, or those with broken arms and legs, can only wail in the ruins, waiting for a pair of eyes looking down from above...

and muzzle.

boom.

Blood and fire come from the same source.

There was red everywhere.

When Roland broke the larynx of two rebels who had rashly climbed over the fence, he couldn't help but frowned - apprentices, or first-ring ritualists.

These rebels are not powerful, but they have strength in numbers and weapons.

Most high-level ritualists on the roads were unwilling to face direct fire, not to mention that no one in Roland's group, except himself, could ignore this cast iron work of art designed specifically for killing.

"We have to go."

He acted decisively, asked about the location of the stable, and told Yolanda to follow him closely.

"Roland."

"Xandel?"

"Have you forgotten? We still have friends in this manor." In the firelight, Shandel's uneasy face flickered: "...sailors. First mate, captain. They are all in the manor..."

"How stupid are you? You still care about the sailors?" Rose roughly pulled off the burnt ends of her hair, her face flushed with anxiety: "Did you become stupid from reading the Bible?!"

Shandel lowered his eyes: "The benefactor has said: you are not allowed to abandon your friends in times of trouble, otherwise I will punish you severely..."

"What the hell..."

Rose grabbed Shandel's collar, and Halida heard the clear sound of tearing silk.

"I don't care how crazy or stupid you are, Kratov. What time is it now? Do you think we can fight against bullets, against this -" she turned her head and pointed at the ruined villa behind her, "against this shell that can break the stone wall?"

The flames spread.

They seemed to be placed on an invisible charcoal stove, boiling the air they swallowed into their throats and lungs.

Getting hotter.

It's getting more and more choking.

There were fire springs and black smoke everywhere.

Wailing sounds and the sound of firing squadrons like executions.

As described in the Book of Eden, it is a place where only sinners should go.

“…I am a believer, and I have received mercy from the Lord.”

The chaos around her formed a sharp contrast with the pious expression of the gray-haired girl.

"If you want to die, go by yourself."

Rose took Halida's wrist and went to the other side of the manor: next to the shooting range on the other side was the stable and another narrow road leading to the outside of the manor.

"gentlemen."

Halida did not move, looking at her master with sad eyes.

The kind maid didn't want to let Shandel go to die alone - low-ring saints didn't have much ability to protect themselves, and she, the "Iron Knight", was more suitable than Rose.

"Go ahead, Halida, go with her." Roland agreed.

"Roland?" Rose turned her head suddenly: "Are you crazy too?"

"I can't stop a devout person who walks for his faith. Ten minutes...Xindel, I think those who are alive and can be rescued by us should have escaped. Ten minutes, how about that?"

Shandel smiled.

"You always know what I'm thinking." After saying that, he walked towards the inferno where the flames were getting even more intense without looking back.

Halida bowed slightly toward Rose.

"Miss... please, please protect my..."

"Okay, I know, get out of here!"

This was the first time Rose got so angry.

How much of this is because of Halida, and how much is because of worrying about Cinder...

She would never tell.

"...I don't know what's wrong with her." Yolanda followed Roland in short steps, panting heavily: "Why don't you try to persuade her?"

To Yolanda, inappropriate kindness bordered on stupidity.

Just like Rose commented.

Bang.

The copper bell hanging under the eaves was blown to pieces.

The cracked stone wall shook off dust along the path, and when Roland and his party walked through it quickly, it collapsed completely in a few breaths. Shouts and cries of killing were heard from all directions.

Before the next sentence comes, a corner of a wooden fence in the woods.

boom.

Rose pulled the trigger and shot the knife-wielding rebel in the head with the pistol hidden in her sleeve.

"It's extremely foolish to think of saving others when you can't save yourself," the girl said as she ran and reloaded her gun, cursing, "Just wait and see. If we get caught by those people... we deserve whatever happens to us."

Having said this, she suddenly turned her head and glared at Roland.

"If she is caught, you must not rescue her. The Bishop's daughter is not short of ritualists eager to die."

suddenly.

Roland stopped and turned to a corner hidden by dense bushes, just like Rose.

After the rustling sound, there is the astringent sound of copper teeth meshing.

The wooden door hidden under the mud and grass was pushed open with difficulty by a pair of slender, blood-stained hands.

The man climbed up and up, allowing Roland to see his face clearly.

"Mrs. Christine?"

The woman was so frightened that she almost fell back into the tunnel.

"...Mr. Collins?"

She had a deep memory of the golden-eyed executive.

The elegant woman no longer cared about the situation and crawled out of the tunnel. She pounced at Roland's feet like a hungry wolf, as if she had seen a savior covered in glowing light, and started howling!

"Dead! All dead!"

Her throat was hoarse, and beneath her torn long sleeves were two arms covered with burns and knife wounds.

"They're all dead!"

If her ritualist had not been loyal, she would not have been able to enter the cellar and open the secret door that had been set up long ago but never used.

Yolanda hurriedly helped the man up and comforted him in a low voice.

"…We are on our way to the stables, ma'am. Come with us."

Even if Yolanda didn't say it, Kristen planned to do so.

She is now helpless and they are the only ones who can save her.

"Please, please! For the sake of our common empire! Mr. Collins! Please take me——"

When she saw Roland nod, she hurriedly thanked him.

"We have to wait until it's safe before we can chat, ma'am." Roland said, gestured for silence, and he and Rose quickly disappeared into the bushes.

After a few breaths.

Yolanda heard the cursing conversation.

Two men in black robes were coming this way, sweeping the bushes with scimitars - they were exposed and immediately fell into each other's sight.

"Foreigner."

One of the men in black robes whispered.

The other nodded and slowly approached with a musket.

then.

Stop in front of the waist-high weeds.

"what is it call."

He was asking about Yolanda.

The girl, who couldn't stop trembling, pulled Christine behind her.

"Yo, Yolanda..."

"laugh."

This name completely discouraged the man in black from asking further questions.

He sneered and raised his gun, aiming it at the two women: "You gave them a foreign name for no reason..."

Click.

When he pulled the trigger without hesitation, he suddenly found that the slender muzzle was slowly drooping and bending downwards as if he had stretched himself out, and it melted into liquid.

next moment.

The 'golden line' from behind the tree is shooting towards us!
Click.

Christine heard the crisp sound of the skull cracking.

(End of this chapter)