The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 847 Ch.846 Looking Back to Rescue
Two gold coins came from behind the tree, one pierced the skull and the other hit the chest.

Following the dull sound of falling to the ground, Roland slowly walked out from behind the tree, while Rose quickly walked to the body and dug out the two deformed gold coins stained with blood and gray-white mucus from the mud.

"Isn't that a bit gross, Rose?"

"I'll melt it into a spoon and feed you soup tomorrow."

The black-robed man who was shot in the chest was obviously still struggling, trying to crawl towards the spear that was just a few inches away.

He made a ho ho sound, and when he saw Roland squatting in front of him, he raised his head like a dying goose and cursed with blood foam: "Foreign dog..."

"Wang."

Roland responded with a smile and twisted his head off.

Click.

"'I'm going to tear your head off' - I say it often, but I seldom do it."

He clapped his hands, ignoring the frightened look on Red Iris' face.

“Now, here comes the problem.”

Pointing to the stable in the distance that was dyed red by fire, and the messy and restless sound of hooves in the stable.

“Who can ride a horse?”

Rose: ...

What did you learn in the Inquisition, sir?

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Shandel and Halida shuttled through the wailing.

There were broken limbs, torn robes, buttocks and heads everywhere.

You can't expect a group of enemies filled with hatred to take revenge with the simplest and crudest means - whether they are well-trained soldiers or bandits and pirates, when the battle turns into a massacre, you can easily distinguish the pungent, human pus from the smoke.

Shandel saw the young girl.

Her father's head was flattened with a gun butt, and a hemp rope was tied around his neck and hung on the statue at the door of the restaurant.

She was at her father's feet.

The nightgown is at the other end.

Several men in black robes were busy.

The joyful flames and the heart-wrenching curses interweave into a thrilling and beautiful melody.

"Shhh."

Shandel didn't have to look back to grab Halida's wrist.

Obviously.

Some people just can't stand it.

"When you had no power, you would take a detour, hoping that they would bleed enough and no longer raise their guns against you. Now that you have power, you cannot stand your former self, and the 'hell' before you. You are still you, Halida. Have you changed?"

Halida didn't want to listen to her rambling about 'herself', 'divine grace', and 'fate'.

She only knew that she had the ability and the means to quickly deal with those bastards...

The flames in her chest and abdomen burned as fiercely as the flames around them, so intense that they briefly melted the timidity that should have owned all the territory.

"Roland Collins' orders were 'Protect me'."

Amid the gray smoke and fire dust, a pair of deep blue eyes stared at her quietly.

"Tell me, Halida. Are you going to disobey my orders, or Roland Collins's orders... as a 'maid'? Or, simply a 'companion'? 'lover'? 'fiancée'? Do you have any better ideas?"

Halida clenched her fists.

She didn't understand why Shandel stopped her, and she didn't know what this monstrous woman was thinking.

"I, I have already... I have already observed..."

She stumbled over the situation and said that she had figured out the enemy's distribution and could solve this problem as quickly as possible without causing any trouble for her...

"I said, wait, wait a minute."

Shandel held Halida's hand and leaned quietly against the side of the stone wall, listening to the rising and falling wails, the hideous grins and insults, and the heart-wrenching screams.

Halida leaned forward slightly, looking past Shandel toward the small restaurant.

——The girl, who was in extreme pain, could no longer bear it.

She took advantage of a moment when the man in black robe was distracted, grabbed another dangling spear at her side, and stabbed it into her own neck.

The rough blade and the tug of the snatch nearly tore her head off her shoulders.

Just a layer of skin.

Hanging there. The men in black robes looked at each other, cursed at each other, and then bent down to finish what they had not finished. Then, they cut off her head, tied it with her hair, and hung it on her father's belt.

The father and daughter hang from the stone sculpture in an extremely indecent and disgusting gesture.

They walked away laughing, toward where the flames were burning brighter.

Until then.

Only then did Cinder let go of Halida's hand.

"Happy New Year, Halida."

The holy gray-haired girl whispered to her side: "You disappoint people every time."

The flames surged into the sky.

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The sailors' villa was not too far from where Roland lived.

There are two connected buildings, one for sailors and the other for the captain, first mate, ship doctor and some people who "do not have a lower-class status".

As the artillery fire set the grass and woods on fire and the shells pierced the walls.

The first to react were the sailors who were planning to party all night.

A few of them were knocked out of action, with broken arms or completely shattered spines, but most only had minor scrapes or lost a few fingers, or one or two insignificant broken bones - the shameless people who faced the storm on the sea would never ask for too much.

They had seen worse things, and were glad that only one eye was blinded after the bombardment.

"Knife! Musket!"

The oldest and most experienced sailor gave the order, and the boatswain threw him the key and pulled out a short knife from his waistband, which was slightly more curved than a dagger.

They quickly relied on the remaining walls and complex living spaces, and after paying the price of three lives and two serious injuries, they successfully ambushed and killed four black-robed men who came to set fire and clean up the "white pigs and dogs" - this was undoubtedly an extremely dazzling record.

Unfortunately there are no poets in Hell to sing their honor.

"...Listen, go find the first mate, the captain, and unite all the living people we can...We have to fight our way out!"

The old sailor, whose spine was broken by the man in black robe, collapsed in the corner, and all the parts below his lips had lost feeling.

He signaled with his eyes that the young sailor should take something out of his trouser pocket.

"Don't fucking touch my dick, idiot! I swore to only let women touch me..."

Several sailors around laughed.

Laughter sounds like crying.

“Yes, this thing…”

The young sailor pulled out a pocket watch.

Two silver dollars that did not belong to the empire and a piece of paper recording time.

"…Inside the pocket watch is a lucky charm (hair braid) that my wife made before she left. Take it back and give it to my daughter…"

He got the promise.

All the sailors around.

At this time, he laughed again: "I stole the pocket watch from under the captain's pillow, don't tell anyone..."

"God damn it! I was wondering why he got so mad last winter! It turns out you were the one..."

One of the sailors spat on the ground and someone rushed in from outside the door.

The sailor who had just left to explore the way.

"Xander! It's Miss Xander Kratov! She and Mr. Collins's maid are here! They have a way out! A better route!"

After this sentence, everyone fell silent.

Because they know that a person who cannot walk or even moves will die, will never get the chance to survive.

"…Okay, give me a quickie and stop being a bitch."

The old sailor cursed and glared at the sailor in front of him - the youngest and the little fool who almost broke his oath.

He took him on board, and today, he was going to carry out his own mission.

“…It’s a pity that he didn’t die at sea.”

The old man who had faced the most brutal storm finally had to face the black muzzle of a gun.

When Shandel and Halida stepped into the long hall.

There was a sound of gunfire like the sound of ocean waves.

(End of this chapter)