The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 987 Ch.986 The Ritualist in the Venue

The intrusion of the tea party undoubtedly complicated the clearly divided battlefield: on the one hand, these believers in golden robes did not think that in the field of "balance" and "double law", anyone could truly break free from the shackles and defeat the thunder they summoned -

On the other hand.

These believers couldn't help but feel resentful.

That's the 'Man of a Thousand Faces'.

Bone Crusher and Skin Flayer.

It is not like some cults that only trouble the poor.

The tea party first appeared...

Just killed one 'Chloe'.

That's aristocracy.

Followed by.

Their mad dogs and thugs spread their alien gods and their own illegal and immoral beliefs in the city of London, and hanged several young, promising, absolutely kind and benevolent factory owners - this group of cultists has an extraordinary reputation among the citizens.

When an organization creates chaos, it is not for ritual or enemies.

This is really frightening.

"Kill them!"

The leading Libran shouted.

A lightning bolt splashed between Roland and Halida, and the exploding electric fire separated the master and servant. He rolled on the ground and nimbly flipped into the "vine soldiers", using the huge tree canopy above their heads to avoid flying rocks and flames.

Halida moved to the other side, getting farther and farther away from Roland and the soldiers.

The maid's two swords struck the gravel, creating sparks.

She hurried back to protect her mistress who had sprained her ankle because of her lazy husband, but she saw the other person standing on tiptoe and pointing to the other side in the bushes.

In the daylight, Halida could clearly see Roland's lip movements.

'ceremony.'

He said.

Halida tightened the handle of the knife that was wrapped with cloth.

The Battlefield Courier's leveling ritual requires a special influence: War.

Whether as a soldier or a conspirator who provokes war - this does not distinguish between "iron cavalry" and "assassin", it is a very lenient condition.

Halida was slow to finish.

"Use a gun! Use a gun!"

Some half-kneeling believers interrupted their ceremony at the order of the leader.

The sudden intrusion of two enemies made the entire ritual even more difficult to maintain. The "field" that was originally able to last until the invaders were killed was now shortened by at least half.

This is one of Libra's biggest flaws.

Fear of 'accidents'.

Click.

The bullet was pushed into the iron chamber.

These second-ring or first-ring believers raised their spears high and aimed at the ferocious dog face.

Bang.

Bullets pierced through the gray smoke and rained down like a torrential rain.

In the interweaving of thunder and fire, the slender figure in black robes suddenly became more dazzling than the scorching sun - she "exploded" into a group of flowing spots of light, dispersing and gathering like a swarm of fireflies. In the chaos and retreat, the stream of light crossed dozens of feet in an instant.

The short boots create a wave of air.

The scimitar cut through the sulfur and a rotating neck bone.

The overlapping rituals in the "field" suppressed all the ritualists in the range to a low level - this was the tried and tested "tactic" of the Church of Justice: when facing some high-level enemies, they would turn the surprise attack into a "positional battle" and spend some "consumables" to contain and compress the enemy's power...

When the "secret" is limited to a similar magnitude, quantity becomes an important condition for defeating the enemy.

just.

They didn't consider a thing.

Sometimes, there can be quite a big gap between the same rings.

Obviously.

A bullet cannot capture a shadow that can make a short jump through space.

"Come closer! Come closer to me!"

The cultists who manipulated the thunder roared, but maintaining the ritual meant that many people were doomed to be sacrificed - they couldn't move, or even stand up.

One desperate head after another became sacrifice to the silver blade.

At midnight when the Thunderstorm Festival began, Libra believers first offered their blood to their gods. Plasma rolled over every explosion.

A bloody night filled with rage and wailing—Roland clung to the treetops, watching with great interest.

The black-robed man wearing rattan armor behind him was bleeding.

"Under the suppression of the ritual, there is no possibility of escape if you cannot open the opposing "field" - even if you kill them all, the cultists. This is the lair of the Church of Justice..."

"Using 'nest' to describe the Holy Place of the Crown God Cult... you don't seem to be a good person either, Mr. Sacre." Roland smiled and turned around, his eyes almost penetrating the black cloth covering his face and meeting the pair of clear blue eyes under the hood.

The man in black robe silently tore off the shattered corners of his robe and bandaged the charred wound on his arm.

"I have done some divination. It seems that my good luck tonight is not due to me..."

Roland chuckled: "The Five-ringed Immortal should be able to escape - if I remember correctly, you all have the ability to increase your strength in an instant... Mr. Green Knight."

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"Name": Green Knight

"Type": Unfading (Five Rings)

「Description」: An apostle who steps into nature.

The ritualist who pushed open the high ring door.

Able to obtain intelligence from plants.

It can 'ripen' the target, making it reach its peak in an instant.

They are the best gardeners and nurturers, able to ripen even the hard-to-grow things: enhancing the power of an aura or phenomenon, or ripening a...

idea.

You can use "secrets" to activate plants and make them fight for you.

The Green Knight is never afraid of war.

Even in the desert, they have the power to create an oasis.

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What Roland said was not quite correct.

In fact, if it weren't for his and Halida's "good luck", the ambush of the Church of Justice would have been effective and would have definitely produced results - when the ritualists reached the fifth ring, they were still on the path of "The Immortal", which was extremely "difficult to kill" in Peter Heller's words. Several low-ring ritualists would never have caused him this much trouble.

The plants within just three or four streets were enough for him to raise a small army that was not afraid of death in a short period of time.

Not to mention that Roland had also seen that 'wind': the power that blew the plants into a storm of blades through breathing.

"The 'secret' in my body is only enough to sustain what I see now..."

The man in the black robe - well, there was no point in hiding the obvious now.

Sacre held on to the bark to steady himself. Over-digging his already depleted strength made him shaky, and he didn't even dare to recover from his injuries by absorbing the vitality of the plants - there were almost no plants available in this "field".

"You should have chosen a better time, Mr. Thackeray."

Sacre shook his head slightly: "That's because you don't know what happened in the Church of Justice recently."

Thomas Terry, one of Libra's twin arbiters, has gone missing.

There has been a panic in the sect recently, and another arbitrator has been busy suppressing Terry's disciples and inserting new people - now that his opponent has finally disappeared, of course he has to support one of his own to sit on the other end of the scale.

At this critical moment, no one cared about these sacrifices who were supposed to die...even in Vanessa's case, another arbitrator was happy to see it happen.

Thackeray calculated well.

pity.

"Mr. Collins, if you have a way to leave, you don't have to pay attention to me..." The man stood up and looked around at the weakening thunder and the ritualists in the distance whose formation had been disrupted and whose limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground.

And this crumbling "field".

There is no point in killing these ritualists.

Outside the venue...

There are more hunters waiting for them.

"I will buy you enough time, Mr. Collins. Take your friends and head to the West District immediately after the "field" disappears..."

Roland was silent for a while, then turned around quietly, facing away from him, and chanted in a muffled voice:

"I am not Roland Collins. You have the wrong person, Green Knight."

Thackeray: ...

It's no longer at this point, Mr. Collins.

(End of this chapter)