The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 988 Ch.987 The Weird Green Knight

Thackeray's fears came true.

When the lightning and fire in the "field" became so dense that it almost began to tear Roland's skin, the power that had climbed to the top inevitably fell down after exerting all its strength - in Sacre's opinion, this group of Libra believers could be considered "brave".

The precious low-ring seeds can effectively fight back when facing two blades that are constantly killing.

"The Libra reserve of the Church of Justice... What a pity..."

The man strode forward, and the green soldiers around him immediately made way for him.

"Get ready, Mr. Thousand Faces. This "field" is about to end--"

Thackeray opened his palm.

A handful of pine needles appeared at some point, and as the man's breathing rose and fell, they instantly turned into sharp cones that trembled and hummed in the wind.
-
Why didn't he wait for me to finish speaking?

“This person…”

"It's a bit strange."

Roland gathered his black hair that was blown away.

The storm came from far behind, roaring like a beast and plowing across the earth.

When Thackeray found himself trapped, it was a farewell ceremony in which both sides perished - but the appearance of Roland Collins turned the farewell ceremony into a storm that blew away the dark clouds.

"This is what's weird, Roland..."

"Why did he have to save you?"

"Because I'm handsome and--full of--wisdom--and the wind is too strong--"

The flames in the storm are steady and gentle.

"Mr. Wisdom, have you figured out how to escape?"

of course.

Since Halida could jump with a scimitar, she naturally tried jumping with Chandel and Roland.

This is why he is so fearless - if he is really caught, it would be too late to wait for Enid to rescue him...

Not a man anymore.

"It's more manly to let a maid drag you and run, isn't it?"
-
You are so annoying. Don't you see how dangerous it is now?

"Who asked you to come?"

The wrench had gotten used to it. No matter when, no matter how dangerous or critical the moment, Roland would always find the time to argue with it.

Click.

The pine needles shattered an invisible barrier like a rainstorm.

A ball of light exploded beside Roland, and then the scimitar pierced into the ground, and a hand grabbed Roland.

"gentlemen!"

"We are ready to go, Halida." Roland hooked his fingers and tried to spread out his "field" - the power in his body was awakening. "I am a little envious of you who are in the first ring now... How do you feel?"

Roland saw the blood on Halida's body.

From necks and wrists hung wisps of a sticky, crimson substance—viscera, flesh.

Halida shook her head regretfully.

“…Not enough, sir.” The maid hesitated.

She felt that she had taken the wrong path, and perhaps "massacre" was not the best way to gain influence...

Shandel Kratov had warned her.

Be 'sincere' about the ring-raising ceremony: you know what is best to do.

"…Want to save it, sir?"

Halida gritted her teeth.

Swinging the sword and jumping multiple times continuously is very burdensome.

She had a feeling that she was going to be in pain again.

"Without the ritual of the power of 'balance', the Green Knight of the Five Rings can escape faster than us—"

Before he could utter the word "quickly", the plasma exploding above his head completely dissipated.

This heralds the end of a "field".

Not far away, the surviving Librans were covered in blood and called out in unison an awe-inspiring name: Roller.

"Lord Rollel!"

as predicted.

Thackeray is right.

The "field" and the ritual were a trap—and they caught two extra rats who had come uninvited.

Halida treated herself as if she was facing a formidable enemy. She jumped over the vine soldiers who were taller than her two heads and stood in front of Roland like a mother leopard protecting her cub.

However, the call received no response.

Because at night.

Roland could see what was happening around him before anyone else.

"…Relax, Halida."

"gentlemen?"

"Did you smell it?"

Roland patted her shoulder and turned to the damp side in the darkness.

The strong smell of blood was like the cold wind that poured into the stomach from the nose in the cold winter, freezing the internal organs in an instant. The few surviving Librans struggled to hug each other, and the stickiness on their palms and soles gradually told them a desperate answer.

The thick blood that filled the air made this golden-domed sanctuary a horrific swamp that was in some sense no less than the Field: a swamp made up of viscera, flesh, blood, and bones.

The leading Libran believer couldn't believe it.

He dragged his body full of wounds and wailed in despair.

In front of the main building of the Golden Roof.

The Libra emblem symbolizes justice and accuracy.

A corpse was nailed to the wall by its leg bones: right next to the church emblem, the eyelids, nose, lips and even the flesh on the face had been cut off.

He was suspended in mid-air, with the main entrance to the sanctuary beneath his feet.

The place was filled with corpses.

Each one was covered in a golden robe.

"No!!" The believers screamed heartbreakingly and stumbled towards the pile of corpses - some of them were preparing to ambush the possible "cultists", while the other part was discussing how to deal with the Vanessa case...

just now.

They are all corpses.

Especially the one hanging from the holy emblem.

It was the 'Roller' mentioned by the believers - one of the two arbitrators of the Church of Justice: Ander Roller.

Seven rings "Libra".

He died quietly like that.

Death in the process of birth and death of a "field" lasts no more than twenty minutes...

"We are in real trouble this time, Mr. Thousand Faces."

Sacre's eyes were filled with fatigue... After all, not every ritualist possesses the inexhaustible "secret" like some people.

"trouble?"

Roland blinked.

Isn't this already resolved?
They thought they would face more ambushers after the "field" was over - now, they were all dead, so what was the trouble?
The flames drifted quietly.

"You don't have what the zombies want."

Roland:?
"To be able to massacre the entire church's ritualist in such a short time - including a Seventh Ring... I'm afraid this cultist will be guilty of a great sin, Mr. Thousand Faces," Sacre said with a wry smile, "Are you ready?"

Roland thought about it.

"Who would know?"

Without waiting for Thackeray to answer, he asked Halida to keep an eye on him and walked towards the group of crying believers.

"…Cultists…Master Terry is still alive! The Holy Cross! The Ring of Eternal Silence! The Great Whirlpool! You are already a 'big sin'!! Every Crown God sect in the empire is uh-huh-"

The believer who survived the ceremony kept shouting and yelling, and suddenly found that he could no longer open his mouth.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched it, and found that the two lips were "stuck" together.

It's like we've never been apart.

then.

They heard the sound of whips breaking through the air.

Snapped--

Thackeray turned his face away reluctantly and let out a hoarse sigh from his throat.

“…They shouldn’t have died.”

Halida: ...?
The maid looked up and down in surprise...

The master's friend?
This person…

Is there something wrong with your brain?
What does 'should not die' mean?
Even a girl who is usually weak would have a big question mark in her head at this moment.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said they shouldn't die." Sacre knew the fate of those people without even having to see them - in the battle with him, these already 'fragile' ritualists were severely injured, except for one with five rings, who, after exhausting his "secret", was riddled with holes under the pine needles and was almost exhausted.

Even if Collins was a ring, he could kill them with a gun.

"I just want to..."

Thackeray spoke with difficulty.

"Just want to visit those who shouldn't be sacrificed."

He said.

Following the previous question mark.

Halida drew a second question mark in her head.

visit…

visit?

The maid silently took a half step back.

Like avoiding the plague, fearing that the opponent's sharp vine armor would scratch his "cold and vicious" soul...

Is this gentleman the "Holy Flame"?

He wouldn't just...

Didn't try hard enough?
(End of this chapter)