The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 48: Apprentice's Battle

Chapter 48 Ch.48 The Apprentice’s Battle

Everyone just looked at an extremely rude blind man, stooped, touching, touching, touching...

He caught the sorcerer by the hem of his clothes.

"...This ceremony cannot be disturbed! How could there be a blind man——"

cried the wizard!

Roland quickly let go of him, with a look of shame on his face, and did not hesitate to apologize: "I'm sorry, sir! I'm sorry, I'll wipe it for you right now...my handkerchief...where's my handkerchief..."

He let go of the other party's clothes, quietly held the struggling Cherry with one hand, and reached into his inner pocket with the other hand.

At this moment, everyone heard a clear and loud sound——

Bo.

Like the sound of a wine cork being pulled out.

In an instant, the wizard noticed that the young man who had looked humble and bowed his head to apologize suddenly raised his head and stared at him with his cold and bright golden eyes.

It was too late when he realized something was wrong.

The golden liquid poured out of the thin glass bottle.

They were liquid, but when they came into contact with his body, they suddenly turned into murderous blades!

In a dark dream, Cherry stood among the fleeing people.

She saw the floating black windbreaker, and the young man holding a handleless golden blade in his hand, drawing an arc as brilliant as the scorching sun in front of him!

The sharp blade struck the wizard!

He roared in pain——

"The Burner!!"

Any 'decent' ritualist can create apotropaic water through the rituals of the All-Father.

But to take action like this even if they don’t agree with each other...

Only the Burners of the Inquisition.

They all have this style.

In an instant, the room was in chaos.

The wizard kicked the table open, exposing the wooden box under the table.

He bent his index finger, made a strange gesture, and pointed it at the crowd:

A living corpse breaks out of the box!

——Just before he completed the above action, Roland's dagger had already pierced his shoulder and lower abdomen.

"Heart, neck, spine, kidneys..."

The young man who floated like a black crow feather blew a dazzling storm around the wizard.

When the saliva of the living corpse fell to the ground, the figure was already drifting away from the danger - Roland kicked away the strange woman who was running in the way, and pulled the panicked Cherry to open the side door of the small room.

The fire was already burning outside.

This is a "field", but it is difficult for ordinary people to detect it.

They just ran along with the crowd, trying to avoid the flames and the wooden beams that collapsed after being burned by the flames;

Those gorgeous decorations turned into deadly sharp knives and boulders at this moment, smashing people's heads with blood and wailing endlessly.

Roland found Beatrice Taylor still lingering at the drinking table outside the door, so he grabbed her with one hand and continued running without looking back.

The dazzling perspective allows him to notice more at the same time.

There is more than one enemy in this house.

There are cultists harvesting human lives elsewhere.

This was a premeditated attack.

"I thought you would put them in one place and say, 'Wait until I come back'——"

"Come on!"

"Brave young man!"

I'm not crazy.

Roland ran around the house like a headless fly. Finally, Cherry, who finally recovered, gave him directions - the bathroom, go to the bathroom.

That's the closest, most secluded place with the fewest people.

Unfortunately, there was someone chasing after Roland.

The cultist he had just injured.

perhaps…

Shouldn't he be a cultist?

strangeness.

Fernandez said that only the ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence can create and control living corpses...

And the 'smell' he was familiar with was also emitted by the living corpses in the alley that night.

It happens to men too.

This is why he uses holy water directly.

Bang!

Roland pushed the two women into the toilet, turned around and fired a shot. After closing the door, he rolled on the spot and hid behind the overturned table.

"The hero chooses to protect the one he loves and face the enemy alone!"

The bathroom is a dead end, you idiot.

"Back off the environment, Su Yue said, back off the environment Roland!"

Roland ignored him and stared at the white waves spreading in circles - the sound was too dense, and his vision was filled with waves one after another, chaotic and dense.

"The Burner..."

"There was actually an incinerator at the banquet...hahahaha..."

"You see, he showed you the way."

Miss Nina once said that villains die from talking too much, and it’s true.

Roland calmly changed the gun, placing the muzzle against the table while looking sideways to judge the distance...

"How will your Holy Father still love you when I peel off your skin?"

boom!

The bullet penetrated the wooden table but flew to nowhere.

First shot.

Roland muttered silently.

Crunch.

The visitor's leather boots stepped on sawdust.

boom!

The bullets that spread into a net hit the target, but hit a mass of gelatin-like objects.

Second shot.

Roland frowned and rubbed his arms.

He has been 'bitten' twice.

"Have you ever heard the sound of a flute?"

He did not approach directly. Instead, like a predator teasing its prey, he paced halfway in front of Roland.

"Through the dense holes in the bones, the sound of the flute is blown..."

position.

precise.

Roland measured the distance with cold eyes and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The third shot!

This time it worked.

Not only did the annoying muttering disappear, he also heard a muffled groan, and...

A rustling sound like a snake slithering...

No!

Roland twisted his ankle and fell to the side!

The blood that sprayed out instantly corroded the place where he had been a second ago.

The blood burned fiercely.

The man standing in the fire had half of his face burnt, and after the skin peeled off, his original appearance was revealed: it was a face with bloody spider webs, and his features could not be seen clearly, and his eyes were filled with black nematodes that kept wriggling.

A red python coiled on his shoulder, and its tail melted into the earth, turning into blood, bubbling like boiling water.

It reminded Roland of Seth Will.

The bullet just now should have hit his arm.

He was injured.

‘Firearms are useful for ritualists, Roland. We are not as powerful as we look. Except for the immortals - below the tenth ring, everyone is a mortal. ’

‘But most ritualists will not expose themselves to the muzzle of a gun, let alone give the enemy a chance to discover their identity…’

‘Or fight back…’

‘That’s too stupid. ’

Isn’t there one here?

Fernandez.

Roland took out the spider kiss and pointed it at the man.

The fourth shot.

Bang!

Hit—

The bullet formed a light silver line and pierced the man’s chest. Blood spurted out after it penetrated.

He walked towards Roland and suddenly fell to the ground.

He melted in the boiling blood soup.