The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 925 Ch.924 Incense Becomes God and the Mysterious Box

"God bless you! A continent just disappeared in the mist! Are we still going to be stubborn and drink the poison until the end of the world?!"

No mention of conspiracy.

A piece of "living" land disappeared in the fog, which indeed caused a huge impact on the citizens of London.

They did the right thing.

Even many businessmen, senior employees with some assets and even dancers have spoken out.

Not for conspiracy.

Just because of fear.

Disappeared.

Such a big piece of land.

Just disappeared?

and so.

Victoria could naturally understand why the rumors of the 'tea party' and the 'warning' of the 'winged one' were able to drown out the voice of the Holy Cross priest during this period of time - when a person is extremely frightened, you shouldn't comfort him by saying 'it's no big deal, don't worry'.

You should tell him 'Do as I say and you will live'.

This is a boulder rolling down from the top of a mountain, and anyone who tries to stop it will be crushed into pulp.

No matter how stupid Victoria was, she would not dare to say a word for Yoram ben Bertrand: even if the other party gambled his entire fortune for her - in fact, just for herself.

Even though she cut it as quickly as possible, she was still questioned in parliament and lost face.

after all.

Half a year ago, she raised her scepter and shouted, "We have new land."

"…His Majesty."

Christine lay on the carpet, listening quietly to the breathing of the woman on the toffee chair.

This breathing should come from an old man with a solemn expression, dull clothes and dull eyes, rather than the monarch of a prosperous empire - after Christine became the woman's "loyal dog", she hadn't heard such breathing for a long time.

"I overestimated their intelligence."

Victoria said.

Of course, she wouldn't tell Christine that she also overestimated her own wisdom and adaptability - Christine was not Enid Julia.

"Give me the good news you bring, Christine, you deserve a reward..."

"For you forever."

Christine was no longer as gentle as she was in the East. Her face was stern and her voice was frosty.

A long golden metal box was presented to her king.

No lock.

Under the easily opened lid, there was only a thin piece of letter paper.

The handwriting is very light and cursive, and it is almost impossible not to see the writer's personality and gender.

"Incense makes you a god (Faith is like firewood)"——

Get straight to the point at the beginning.

Victoria shook the letter.

The more I watch, the lighter my breathing becomes.

this time.

The disappointment in his eyes was finally caught by Christine.

“…Have I failed to live up to your expectations?”

This is the second bad news after the 'Odium Tincture' incident.

"Incense makes you a god..."

She stood up from the chair, bent down, gently lifted the woman on the blanket, and put the paper into her hand.

Christine showed just the right amount of confusion—she didn’t even glance at the paper.

"Behold, my guardian, my loyal dagger and most secret gem."

She asked her to sit down and a familiar face poured tea for her - a familiar face that Roland would have recognized if he were there.

“…How could this be the secret technique to become a god?!”

really.

Within half a minute, Christine, who had just finished the "ceremony", immediately questioned: "Your Majesty, I swear this is true - I -"

"Of course, of course, Christine, I didn't say it was fake...or, because of such harsh conditions, we should say it is real, right?"

The 'ritual' described above is very simple, and even explains the 'principle' in a very thoughtful way:
Where do alien species come from?

Human desires, fantasies and aspirations.

That's right.

Aliens, and only aliens, can "perceive and accept" human wishes, fantasies and aspirations. In other words.

The premise of faith being like firewood is that you have to be a urn (alien species) that can withstand the burning of flames, rather than a bowl made of silver (human).

——This also explains why there are no 'gods everywhere' in the Holy Cross.

Enid was right then.

Alien...

How can humans become aliens?

Lavia Heidi whispered, "...the secret organ."

Christine glanced at her, then turned to Victoria and nodded slowly, "Perhaps, Your Majesty. But it's a bit risky."

Most of the esoteric organs come from alien species.

So, can we speculate this way: if a human's flesh, internal organs, and even skin were all replaced with organs of a different species...

Is it equivalent to a different species?

"The mysterious box left behind by Saint Delis contains the secret that allows mortals to become gods - I think this is one of them..." Victoria did not look at the paper again. Instead, she held the slender metal box and turned it over and over again.

Mystery box.

This is what Christine brought from the East.

"Delis has six mystical organs - I think she had intended to complete this ritual. Unfortunately..."

Lavia Headey was not preceded by a honorific.

"If you—your Majesty?"

The maid gently called out to the dazed monarch who was touching the lining of the mystery box.

Uneven notches.

Victoria touched a line of small words.

At the bottom layer of the lining, there is a metal bottom layer that is attached to the box wall.

It is obvious that these words were not written at the same time as the words on the letter paper - the former was written a little later, and the trend of the engraving marks carries a sense of decadence.

"Before the flesh and blood matured - as expected, I was late."

Just this sentence.

This extinguished the flame of hope in Victoria's heart.

Before the flesh and blood matures.

In the waking world, flesh and blood maturity is between the ages of fourteen and sixteen.

In the dormant world, on the ritualist's side, flesh and blood maturity means that the ritualist's body can truly bear the weight of the soul - usually this number is set at 'twenty'.

That is twenty years old.

Regardless of men and women.

Some small sects would advance the idea, believing that seventeen or eighteen-year-old flesh and blood is sufficient to bear the weight of the soul, and that they can be used to complete some rituals that require "mature flesh and blood" or souls.

But most are twenty.

Twenty years old.

Completely becoming a different species...

Victoria dropped the puzzle box onto the blanket and laughed.

"There won't be any 'human aliens' at the age of twenty in the entire world. At the age of twenty, many high-level ritualists have never even heard of the name of the secret organ at the age of twenty. At the age of twenty..."

Christine picked up the mystery box, looked at it, and handed it to Lavia Heidi.

The other party also shook his head slowly.

indeed.

impossible.

If someone could become an 'alien' at the age of twenty, she would dare to believe that the eastern continent disappeared because of the alien - God knows how many mystical organs would have to be replaced? As a maid serving the monarch and protecting her sword and dagger, Lavia Heidi naturally knew the value of mystical organs.

It can no longer be measured by money.

"Maybe, I can find a way to become a mutant without the need for mystical organs..."

Victoria murmured.

Lavia Heidi looked worried, pursed her lips and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Kristen…

Just lower your head silently and pretend you saw nothing.

She still had a lot to report to her monarch, about the strange fog in the east, the rumbling thunder and storms, about Roland Collins, his friend Rose who had great fighting power, and the maid Halida who was on the road of the "Iron Cavalry"...

But now.

She could only lower her head and listen to the unbridled secrets between lips and teeth.

(End of this chapter)