The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 470 Ch469 Shadow Rabbit

Chapter 470 Ch.469 Shadow Rabbit

It's raining in London.

It started raining early in the morning.

First there were needle-like drizzles.

In the afternoon, it turned into a heavy rain.

When a pool full of feces is filled with water, the smell is impossible to describe in detail.

Roland arrived at the church in the afternoon, walking through excrement water.

——Everyone has something to repent of, and there is nothing special about the executive coming to the church.

Today happens to be the weekly Sunday worship service.

Many men and women gathered in the church, dressed exquisitely, listening to hymns, praying, listening to scriptures after confessing their faith, and listening to the words of the Father of all things——

In such a situation, it is not difficult to sneak into a pair of troublesome golden eyes.

Especially when Roland deliberately pretended to be pious and did not want to communicate with anyone except the Father of All Things.

"An executive needs to pretend to be pious. Tell me, is it your problem or the problem of the All-Father?"

The flames floated above his head, sometimes turning into words, sometimes twisting into arrows, guiding him the way.

The small hall is quieter.

From time to time, Roland heard mutterings in the distance. The monks complained about the endless rain, the government, the officials who did not control the stench and dirty environment, and the low-class people who should not exist and only make shit all day long——

At the same time, he praises the Father of all things for embracing this worthless world.

then.

He listened to another monk speak for the 'inferior'.

Said these people are their father's children and have the right to live in the sun.

The two had a smokeless debate about the stench. Roland listened with great interest and did not say a single prayer to the Father of All Things - He probably didn't care either.

Ten minutes later.

What you want has come.

Roland clasped his hands, lowered his head, but raised his ears.

"...It's flooded down there! Damn it! I don't understand how the country can become more and more smelly if a woman comes up there! Does she send people to poop nearby every day?"

"Silence."

"Come on, you're lucky to be in charge of the small hall today."

The monks in twos and threes complained, their voices rising and falling.

"We have to bring up the patient below!"

"I want more..."

"hurry up!"

"...I'll just change into some old clothes and go."

Roland tilted his head slightly.

The footsteps in the sight made one ring after another of white waves.

The arrow twisted a few times and pointed in the opposite direction they left: the direction the monk who changed clothes left.

Roland remained silent, stood up and left.

Directly behind the corridor of the small hall, going deeper, is the room for these monks to rest - the priest is not here, and the office area is not here either.

With his cane under his arm, Roland seemed to have a few soft balls of flesh on his feet, quietly passing over one gas lamp or candle after another.

The flames in his sight guided him, and at the same time, they brought back the footsteps that were about to hit him head-on, allowing him to hide his tracks through the ajar doors.

"...There is water accumulation in the lower level and it has turned into a cesspool."

The two monks left side by side. After turning the corner and disappearing, Roland slowly pushed the door open a crack.

The dressing room for monks is next to it.

When Roland pushed open the door and entered, he was thumbing his buttocks and rummaging through his coats in the short cabinet.

The arrow made of flames tilted downwards and pointed at the pouting man.

A line of words trickled out.

"Use Crash!"

Roland didn't bother to pay attention to it. He crept behind the man, waited for him to straighten up, and locked his neck.

The cold arms tightened instantly like a tightrope!

He struggled for only half a second, his eyes went black, and the thing on his neck became more and more swollen, like a urine bubble that kept flushing.

He shook his legs and kept hitting Roland's arms with his arms.

After a few breaths.

"Guide 1 (Complete)"

"Awesome!"

"Guide 2: Infiltrate"

"The monk who fainted in the room will be investigated."

"Try to hide him!"

The floating font gradually disappeared, and the arrow pointed to the cabinet in the room.

Then.

The white flame condenses into a shrinking ring, guiding someone to focus here.

Roland:......

Silently, he tied the person up with clothes, gagged him, and moved him to the cupboard.

"Guide 2 (Complete)"

"Awesome!"

"Guide 3: Disguise"

"The target is moving towards the first floor."

"You need to be very careful, using your identity as a monk to get close to the girl in your dream."

"come on!"

"Shadow Walker!"

"Note: Be careful to avoid patrols. Exposure will cause you to be pursued by all church members."

"Attention: You are being watched by several high-level ritualists. Do not use improper means to avoid uncontrollable and unknown effects."

Roland: It’s not over, right?

"come on!"

"Shadow Walker!"

Roland felt that there was a reason why the wrench was placed on him.

It wasn't quite normal either.

Move over, it's blocking the road.

Roland wrapped a scarf around the cabinet door, tightened it, and tied it into a tight knot.

Carefully open the door.

He went in the direction he came from before, towards where the monks gathered——

As Wrench reminded, Roland did not think that he could avoid the sight of the high-ring ritualists, that he could wake Xander back to the waking world after falling into a dream, and that he could escape unscathed.

This is not realistic.

This is London, London's Holy Cross.

My salary for this year is probably gone.

"Guide 3 (Completed)"

"Great!"

"Guide 4 (Dream)"

"You found the monks who were moving the patients."

"Find a way to go deeper and find your target, and quickly enter the dream."

"Too early or too late will expose you to the sight of the church members."

"You need to confirm the 'coordinate object' and form a 'link' with it."

"Come on! Shadow Walker!"

"Good luck!"

Wrench?

"Come on! Shadow Walker!"

Roland gritted his teeth.

You'd better talk like this for the whole month.

He moved along with the arrow, and more and more monks were around him.

Some people were covered with feces and unidentifiable black and brown substances, and they were covered in dust. Two people carried the patients on the lower floor to the nursing area, cursing.

Roland wiped the wall with his hand and scraped some mud from the soles of his shoes and smeared it on his face.

Ruffled his hair.

He lowered his head.

"Where did you come from?"

As expected.

When he tried to go deeper, he was stopped by a priest.

He was wearing a ceremonial robe, and it was obvious that he had just finished working in the main hall and had not had time to change clothes.

"…Sir, I am in charge of the small hall."

"Small hall?"

The priest rolled his eyes, and his sight was blocked by Roland's loose hair.

"I remember that the person in charge of the small hall today..." The priest muttered a few words, "What's your name?"

"Thomas."