The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 524 Ch.523 Fernandez's Battle

When Fernandez heard the gunshot, he immediately knew that Roland and Shandel had started a battle with the tomb robber.

He slowly lit a cigarette and walked over there with his gun -

But.

The continuous gunshots after a few breaths made the captain change his face.

Roland and Shandel are both second-ring.

These two people are definitely capable of killing a ritualist of the same ring. Even with the power of "Saints", if they cooperate properly, it is not impossible to subdue a not-so-smart third-ring -

And to deal with an "apprentice"...

There is no need to fire continuously.

In other words.

They are in trouble.

The anxious captain ran towards the direction of the sound!

The storm that came in response to the call surrounded his body, and the dust and mud he raised almost screamed!

'Damn it. '

This was originally an ordinary case, and nothing serious should have happened...

Damn it.

Fernandez gritted his teeth, and the activated "secret" roared with the storm in his lungs, pushing the already strong flesh and blood like a flame to make an even more fascinating roar!

"Cultist!!"

Fernandez roared!

He saw it!

He saw it--

He saw...

His mother.

This "illusion" only made him hesitate for a moment, and then a name jumped out of his mind.

The White Veil Killer.

The cultist who killed and dismembered Mince Chloe and Orlando Wilson in the most cruel way!

"Oh, it seems that the little flies also have a captain."

Fernandez looked at his "mother" with a strange smile, speaking in a greasy voice, with an innocent dark-skinned girl in her arms.

Cinder held a dagger and blocked Roland.

And Roland...

leaned against the corner and fainted.

He gave Cinder a look and asked about Roland's condition.

The girl shook her head slightly.

Fernandez breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that she's fine.

"All the executives in London will be your enemies... cultists." The captain calmed down and took a slow step, blocking Roland with his body, twisting his wrist and moving the muzzle of the gun upwards: "Let her go."

"Let her go?"

Hearing this, the 'mother' smiled and hid herself behind the girl, revealing only a pair of eyes:

"Say 'please', Burner."

Fernandez gritted his teeth and silently calculated the bullet route in his heart: "'Please' let her go."

"Say 'please let her go, auntie'."

Fernandez adjusted the muzzle of the gun and said in a deep voice: "Please let her go--"

A click of the finger!

Bang!

The gushing flames pushed the spinning silver bullet to draw a thin line, and in the blink of an eye, a blood flower exploded on Halida's shoulder.

Unfortunately, the person behind her seemed to have anticipated this and dodged in advance.

The bullet should have penetrated the girl's neck and entered the throat of the cultist.

"No wonder they say the Burners have no feelings. You are really the same inside and out."

Faced with ridicule, Fernandez seemed particularly calm.

"The cultists must die."

"Oh, should this sacrifice lady die too?"

"This is just a necessary sacrifice."

'Mother' was horrified: "You are more like a cult than us, Lord Xiao."

Fernandez frowned: "You know me."

"Who doesn't know you?" She strangled Halida and slowly retreated, getting closer and closer to the dense forest behind her.

Then.

He threw the injured girl away, hid behind a thick tree without looking back, and ran wildly into the dense forest.

Fernandez looked back at Shandel, threw down a sentence "Take good care of Roland", and quickly chased after him.

This is the White Veil Killer.

The initiator of the bloody case that was a hot topic a while ago.

He had to figure out what "road" the other party was on, and what organization was behind "her" - Cradle of Flesh and Blood? Mithril Church? Or... Black Urn?

This cultist seemed to be only in the low ring, but he always gave him a sense of danger.

If possible, he hoped to kill him completely tonight. Some ritualists deserved to die in the low ring.

They were too dangerous and too talented.

Xiandel shouted "Be careful" and watched his captain disappear into the darkness.

Then.

Slowly put away the dagger.

She turned her head and watched the crazy woman who was shot crawling over with her hands and feet, like those wriggling maggots, leaving a long red mark on the floor.

She murmured "brother" in her mouth, crawling over her toes little by little, crawling to the side of "Roland".

Raised her hand.

Caught a non-existent phantom.

…………

……

Fernandez chased cautiously.

He remembered many ritualists who died at the hands of the low ring—perhaps a bullet, a steel wire, or a table knife.

He always kept a safe distance from the cultists. As long as he passed through the dense forest and reached the open space, he would have nowhere to hide.

Time was on his side.

As the battle progressed, the executive officers or police who heard the news would surround him.

By then, there would be another body riddled with holes.

Fernandez manipulated the hurricane to blow away the obstacles in front of him, staring at the flexible back, and occasionally fired a shot after "she" turned or dodged.

None of the shots hit.

The more he chased, the more serious Fernandez's expression became.

This cultist is not right.

——The "secrets" that flesh and blood can carry are limited.

All ritualists are like this.

After nightfall, they will draw the "secrets" consumed in a day from the sleeping world, and repeat this process over and over again.

With each ring up, the ritualist can accommodate more "secrets".

Aside from a few large rituals that increase flesh and blood and ritualists with special organs.

Under normal circumstances, ritualists who reach the fourth ring have the power to continue fighting - that is, to maintain their own abilities until the end of the battle.

This time will not be too long, but it will definitely be enough.

(The premise is not to actively build and maintain a "field", otherwise the time will be shorter.)

Fernandez's secret organ makes him more "persistent" than the fourth ring in the general sense - then, what ring is the ritualist in front who maintains the image of a "mother" in?

If "she" is in the same ring as herself, why let Shandel and Roland go?

If it is lower...

Which "road" does "she" belong to?

Which "road" can provide such a huge "secret"?

The "Beast Group" and "Iron Cavalry" have such abilities, but they cannot change the image in everyone's eyes like the White Veil Killer.

Is it a "strange object" held?

Or, a special ritual that has just been held?

Fernandez must try his best to uncover the trump card of this cultist who may become a "big sin".

In the battle of ritualists, intelligence is the most important.

As he was thinking, there was a sudden silence in front of him.

The sound of walking through the forest disappeared.

Crunch...

Crunch.

Fernandez also stopped, stepped on the dead leaves, and looked around.

The humid night fog had just been blown away by the gradually subsiding storm, and in the blink of an eye it surged over again, blocking the moonlight again.

Suddenly.

There was a whistling whip sound on the left!

Snap——!

It left a deep mark in front of the foot that flashed sideways.

Whip?

Fernandez looked down, his eyes flickering.

This weapon reminded him of a less famous ritual...

The man who controlled the storm spit out crackling lightning and slowly pulled out two glass test tubes from his leather case.

With a "pop" sound, he opened them with his thumb.

Press the bottle mouth.

Let me see what else you can do.

Cultist.