The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 889: Self
A difficult battle in which it is difficult to distinguish between hunter and prey.

The second ring versus the fourth ring.

There are a few prerequisites though:
Roland moved the "field" in Rose's favor, allowing her to always be in an advantageous position;
The power of the Saint made her stronger, unaffected by injuries and unable to feel the pain they caused;

Zhao Chuzhe lacks most of the "mysterious" knowledge, and is even less proficient in the manipulation of "mystery";

The beast's "beast instinct" was greatly weakened in Roland's "field" (formation);

At the same time, he couldn't use "footprints in the snow" to hide his footsteps and smell - Roland disagreed.

At last.

Thanks to the existence of the "field", Rose only had to face one wolf instead of a pack of vicious and fearless wolves.

These conditions undoubtedly brought the scales back into balance.

It also makes the fighting more bloody.

Only ten minutes later, the two ritualists who were chasing and biting each other in the "metal box" were both covered in blood - to be exact, Zhao Chuzhe was covered in blood, and Rose's share was borne by Xiandel.

'again.'

The panting Snitch felt the pumping sensation from her heart gradually fading away, which also meant that the power that Shandel exerted on her was gradually fading.

Once it's over.

All the injuries will return to her body.

By then.

It also means that her willfulness is stupid.

Rose adjusted her cuffs and silently memorized the route of the sparkling mycelium in her head.

Ding--

The coins bounced.

The footsteps of Mercedes-Benz are coming in an instant!

Watching the masked man fighting with the wolf leader, Zhao Chuzhe tore open his sleeves and tightened the cloth with his teeth. Due to the existence of "gourmets", no "beast group" would care whether the contracted animal died in the battle - as long as its death was meaningful.

The so-called 'animal companion' is just a one-sided 'partner'.

Zhao Chuzhe paced in the shadows like a true hunter.

He waited quietly for his beast to be ripped open, his fangs piercing its flesh and tearing off large pieces of skin.

He must be the winner of this life-and-death duel.

"Flowing... growing... beating heart..."

Holding the machete, he stepped carefully over the bloodstains on the metal carpet and turned the corner with a painful whimper.

The wolf's head was torn off and hung on the masked man's arm.

The teeth were firmly embedded in the flesh.

Rust-smelling mist, tangled rusty pipes, and evenly cut metal wall tiles.

A dark and damp corridor.

Dripping ceiling.

The 'prey' was dying, with blood oozing out of its arm with the wolf head hanging on it.

Most of the mask was broken, revealing a half-closed green eye.

It turned slightly as the tip of the boot stepped over the puddle of blood.

Upward and upward again.

It was like a fish leaving the deep sea sizing up its destined angler.

The fishing rod is the storm in its destiny.

It was looked down upon, and in the cruel and solemn judgment, fate exhaled the breath of a shark, settling the deep-sea bill with it.

"You... win."

She removed half of her mask and endured the pain to pry open the wolf's mouth.

The exposed spindly limbs were covered with bite marks.

After she did this, she had no more strength left, and her arm fell to the ground, knocking away the dagger whose toothed blade was undulating like a musical score.

Zhao Chuzhe smiled.

"The rebels will never understand how profound and mysterious the real magic is..." He raised the scimitar and put it on the woman's neck: "The purpose of your accomplices, Zhang Yucai and Tuji, the White Lotus Sect--"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuzhe's pupils suddenly dilated!

He saw another hand.

From the woman's downward palm, a black, thick palm turned upward and clasped with hers. When she realized the danger, it was too late.

"Coaster's Grip of Silence" - a rare item purchased from the Decapitation Club, the palm of a sleeping vengeful spirit.

A strange item that has a binding effect on the target within a certain range.

The price is...

Rose almost bit her teeth off in pain: her little finger was bent backwards strangely, and was broken off by the vengeful spirit in just half a breath.

The girl, unable to wait any longer, jumped up from the ground like a startled cat. Roland's nimble shadow on the martial arts field that day gradually overlapped with hers - she ran head-on into Zhao Chuzhe's arms, and at the moment when the grip of silence was lifted, she pinched the other's throat with her palm!
despair.

Zhao Chuzhe held Rose's wrist, breathing heavily with a pale face.

Almost…

Just a little bit.

magic weapon!!
This man is carrying a magic weapon... It's mine! It's mine!!

He was in no hurry to kill the other person, and subconsciously turned his eyes to scan the woman who came in "curling up" -

All I heard was a clang.

The retaining ring is loose.

The palm that was close at hand twisted upwards, and then, with the accumulated strength, the blade under the wrist popped out!
Almost no aiming required.

The other party had already chosen a position for her - after a sliding sound, the sharp blade pierced the man's throat.

Zhao Chuzhe maintained this stiff posture and stood still.

His strength was leaving him at an unimaginable speed.

He was spinning around, and when the girl swung her arm horizontally to tear open her artery, all he could see was a line of blood cutting through the mist rising from the tunnel...

He heard the sound coming from his trachea.

This is how the air flows through the pipes, feeding a heart that is never satisfied...

thump.

The corpse fell to the ground with a loud thud and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Rose stepped on his chest and jumped lightly, then rolled over in a panic after landing on the ground.

She no longer cared about anything else. She couldn't muster even a bit of strength. She leaned against the pipe with her legs limp, feeling dizzy.

ended.

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One by one, the young white-robed guards died in humiliation.

They must be the chosen ones of heaven, possessing magic powers that are superior to those of ordinary people.

But now that they were in this strange formation, it seemed that they could not use any ability at all - those who were good at close combat only had an unavoidable corridor facing several muskets.

Those who are used to using hidden weapons from a distance are isolated in a narrow space and have to fight face to face with several people.

The land was shaking like the waves, making it difficult to stand steadily.

Sometimes it is sticky, sometimes it is slippery and soft, as if it has a brain and changes its shape according to the enemy's attack.

Unexpected spikes from all directions on the wall can firmly pin your feet or arms; the constantly folding space makes it difficult to remember your position; some people even encounter "upside down".

A stream where forward movement equals backward movement.

What made the guards despair was that this strange power was not imposed on those who fought against them - the young ones who only barely touched the boundaries of the spell.

As usual, they wielded their best weapons and used their best battle formations to torture the warlocks.

And as time goes by.

The power in the 'array' is becoming increasingly difficult to resist.

It's growing.

Get familiar with and explore your own instincts little by little.

"Even among the many great arts, the 'array' of esoteric arts is the most advanced technique... I take back what I said before."
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So disappointed.

"You can't be the protagonist."
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Halida didn't even remember the name I told her.

"I'm praising you."
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Tell me, which one sounds better, 'Flying Thunder God' or 'The Tooth Fairy's Dagger that Tears the Daylight in Fear'.

"What the gray-haired man said is indeed true. You are outstanding among the ritualists."
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If it's called 'The Tooth Fairy's Dagger That Shreds the Daylight'... maybe the Tooth Fairy isn't necessary? 'The Maid's Dagger of Roland Collins That Shreds the Daylight'... how about putting my name in it?
"Your little thief is too willful. What's the point of facing a fourth ring like this?"
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My pleasure.

"Tsk."

(End of this chapter)