The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 968 Ch.967 Golden Spear
"God bless you...what is that..."

The crawling beast was like a child who had never been educated or whipped, happily crawling over the well-behaved dolls.

Accompanied by bursts of screams.

Those who cut the spirit with a knife will be skinned; those who crush its skull will also have their faces crushed; those who use fire will spontaneously combust, and those who use water will suffocate - as the huge spirit passes through, the mortals who did their best to "reappear" a few minutes ago will now suffer the same pain, without any difference.

From the spirit, touching the flesh.

Like a peeled banana.

"It's looking for its own 'rules'... Roland!" Fernandez called out to the black-haired young man with his back to him in a deep voice. He reached into the lining, pulled out a row of clinking glass tubes, and kept throwing them to Roland.

Can't wait any longer.

far away.

The giant baby wandering in the lake of minced meat seems a little confused - and the remaining two puppets seem a little strange.

It lowered its head and stared at the woman who was standing frozen in place with its eyes that were as big as wheels.

Amelia.

She persisted to the end, and never performed her "crime" or completed the so-called "reappearance" - facts proved that her bet was right.

"I never hurt you, kid."

The woman said tremblingly.

She forced herself to look up and meet those wheel-like eyes.

"From the beginning, I never hurt you... I took care of your food and water, and raised you..." As she spoke, she tried to move her arm, which was gradually regaining consciousness. Under Roland's calm gaze, she pulled out a silver necklace from her chest.

At the end of the necklace is a slender cross.

A cross inlaid with biblical text in gold.

"They hurt you, and you want revenge. But I didn't do anything, how can you hurt me in return?"

She suddenly held up the golden cross, devoutly like a signpost paving the way for the glow behind the door, and whispered: "I pray to the other side of heaven, may the departed souls rest in peace...May you protect them in heaven...May they enjoy eternal peace and happiness..."

suddenly.

The smooth touch made the woman stop praying.

She looked up blankly and found that the cross in her hand was slowly melting under the gaze of the spirit...

She heard countless overlapping and intertwined childish voices.

'Mother…?'

Amelia's hair stood on end, and she subconsciously replied, "Yes...Yes! I am your mother..."

The giant baby's head poked forward.

Finally, there was a hint of teasing that shouldn't have appeared.

'You are not.'

next moment.

Countless black stitches pierced into Amelia's flesh!
She howled miserably and struggled, twisting and folding in the sharp, metallic black lines. Her eyes, nose and lips were sewn up, and her lower legs were broken in opposite directions.

She was like a sea urchin that had fallen into red paint.

Only the intact face still retained an expression of surprise.

She is still alive.

It's just not convenient to move.

'Mother…'

The huge spirit turned its head and finally glanced at the corner - the last intact human after the dividing line.

Florence hugged the spirit in her arms and huddled in the corner with a look of fear on her face.

"Mom...Mom..."

The golden liquid storing the glow was guided out from the glass tubes, like a rainstorm returning to the eyelids of a god, and gathered on the right shoulder of the black-haired young man.

The air becomes humid.

Brilliant spots of light shine and dispel the shadows.

An artificial sun rises inside the room.

"Awakening prayer?"

Fernandez uncorked the remaining holy water and looked at the first fire that seemed to have descended from the sky in broad daylight. He felt both admiration and confusion - the awakening prayer could actually have such power...?
I'm going to get one later.

The trickling holy water condensed into a straight spear in Fernandez's eyes.

"I am the offspring of nature and snap." Roland tilted his head slightly to the left, making way for his greeting.

Snapped.

A snap of the fingers.

As if the blazing sun smashed its own body on the horizon, this straight and dazzling spear pierced through the huge spirit in the blink of an eye.

It is as sharp as a young gun and as soft as an old gun.

It passed through the spirit and exploded into countless pieces in mid-air!

Florence saw the wailing so close, and spots of light appeared in her eyes.

A golden rainstorm fell inside.

The ground melted, sending sulphurous smoke rising upward.

In heavy rain and thick smoke.

Florence seemed to see a pair of eyes burning with golden flames.

Its body was like fog and its outline was blurred.

Just those eyes.

Condescending eyes, calm cold fire.

Before she fainted, this scene left a permanent scar on Florence's heart like a branding iron.

…………

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Before exploring Lady Amelia's secret, the two newly-stepped executives must first face the wrath of Lady Burns.

Fernandez has dealt with these people too many times and he has a way.

"Although it's not necessary, I still want to apologize to you personally, Ms. Burns."

Before the woman could speak, Fernandez stepped forward and bowed. This was the hard sincerity of a teenage boy telling his mother that the white stain on his pants was rice porridge: "Your courage is commendable, and perhaps your wisdom is as good as your kindness..."

"But I still want to ask one question."

Fernandez suddenly frowned.

"When did you decide to come to the orphanage today?"

This question made Burns' anger disappear. She grabbed Rose's arm tightly, her face pale: "... Shelley and I have decided long ago. Shelley wrote me a letter. Coincidentally, I was planning to... go to the Paradise to see the children..."

“I invited her…”

Rose held back her laughter, her face tense as she nodded slightly following Burns' words.

"That's right, sir."

Fernandez pondered for a moment, then turned to the couple cuddling not far away. Kingsley was about to cross the table before the spirit appeared, but was stopped by Fernandez. Only after the dust settled was he allowed to go to Florence and care for his poor nurse...

"We have spent too much time and energy. If it weren't for you, if it weren't for your safety, Ms. Burns, we shouldn't have taken such a risk today..."

Fernandez said in a deep voice.

"Amelia is involved in a cult, a cult that is growing in London. These fools don't know what they are doing. Collins and I are here for this... Have you heard of the 'winged ones'?"

Rose pinched herself secretly.

"I've heard of it, sir!" Burns looked horrified: "That gang of thugs who always hang people..."

"Yes, ma'am."

Fernandez shook his head and sighed: "The Inquisition received some news that the "Tea Party" seems to be related to the "Paradise"..." He glanced at Florence who was gradually waking up not far away.

"Our people have also been taking risks to pass on news that the cultists here are about to lose control of their rituals and a terrible disaster is about to befall..."

"Then I'll see you here."

Burns exclaimed: "I know Miss Shelley! I have also seen Mr. Collins at the auction! Thank you! Sir! I have absolutely nothing to do with the cult..."

"That's because I know that, ma'am." Fernandez's face showed helplessness, anger, and relief after surviving a disaster.

Roland tilted his face to the side, and his lips were wrinkled like a mouse.

He could hardly bear it any longer.

Fernandez coughed and turned his head to glare at him fiercely.

'This is for your arse, kid.'

(End of this chapter)