The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1032 Ch.1031 The Greatest Race

The boy dressed up in front of the mirror is chosen by the faithful from among the believers and is prepared to be 'offered to the gods'—a holy child to be led (and tasted) by Bishop Gary Kratofer.

of course.

It was before.

“Shandel Kratofer is in the upper levels. If we destroy her… her body is just as important as Odel Gordien’s—” The Holy Child looked in the mirror, rubbing his face vigorously, and opened his eyes. “The Inquisition would be a good place…”

Odel Gordien's expression suddenly became lively.

That's fear.

“Roland Collins possesses the ‘Breath of Order’…” He stared at the holy child fiddling with himself in the mirror: “I won’t take the risk.”

"The further these humans go, the harder it is for them to sacrifice themselves," the Holy Child chuckled, speaking in an old man's voice. "That thing requires burning one's soul... Do you think he dares to?"

Odell Gordien shook his head again.

no matter what.

He wouldn't take any risks.

"Human flesh and soul have affected you... my people," the Holy Child said discontentedly.

Odel Gordien was not offended and retorted, "I could find a reason to send you up there."

There was a moment of silence.

After a moment, the holy child shook his head helplessly: "Without you, I can't deal with the higher-ups who perform the rituals..."

Ah.

Odel Gordien, his hands still trembling, found a chair and sat down.

“You'd better make sure the information is accurate. Otherwise, ‘Odell Gordien’s’ high-ranking position will be over…”

The child shrugged—first on the right, then on the left.

He tried several times and finally achieved 'perfection' in the human sense in the mirror.

Although the body it devoured did not possess such a humorous personality.

Who knows.

“Of course,” he said. “I ‘heard’ the footsteps of disaster—the more frequent the struggles between human faiths, the wider the rifts…first the Holy Cross, then the Ring of Eternal Silence and the Great Vortex. ****, we must act quickly—”

When he chanted the real name 'Odell Gordien,' his lips and tongue sounded as if he were kissing the ass of a dog that was not willing—a sound that is difficult for a human throat to produce.

“You can call me ‘Gordien’.” Odell Gordien said indifferently, “Whatever plans that ‘Cradle’ has, it’s in our favor…provided you’re accurate enough.”

“I am the most accurate, Gordeon,” the Holy Child grinned, giving him a strange smile. “This world is the best cradle we can find right now… When it reaches its end, I can’t imagine how large our people will grow…”

"Have you chosen someone for the plan?" Odel Gordien asked.

“Ah… I’ve found a good candidate. Speaking of which, this is also related to the ‘cradle’…” the child proclaimed a prophecy.

This is a prophecy made by the most outstanding ritualists in history.

"Messiah?"

Odel Gordien frowned: "The Book of Eden? Humans really have a lot of tricks up their sleeves..."

“Two different things, Gordien.”

The Holy Child said.

The Messiah in the Book of Eden is the Savior, and these are the few lead-colored passages left by the Holy Cross for believers to strengthen their faith.

And the true Messiah…

It is to fight against the enemy of the Messiah.

“That puzzle box narrowed down the scope considerably…otherwise, I fear I would have spent many more years,” the child saint said happily. “His very existence is the best proof of the prophecy…I think…I have now understood the relationship between the ‘Messiah’ and the ‘Messiah’s Enemy’…”

The Holy Child arrived in this world before Odel Gordien, and should therefore know more secrets. "As he grows, he will continually weaken the world's faith… the thinner the faith… the wider the cracks…" The Holy Child licked his lips. "Gordien. I will tell you his identity. It is most appropriate for you to make contact with him…"

Gordien nodded: "You'd better not be mistaken... Many ritualists' prophecies are inaccurate."

“That was ‘ordinary’ ‘fate,’ Godion. The mystery box came from the ‘Hero’—have you forgotten the last world?”

When the previous world was mentioned, Gordeon's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

“So, we just need to follow the lines of fate forward…” The Holy Child, hands behind his back, leisurely admired the blood-stained carvings on the wall: “Why confront these humans head-on? They will destroy themselves… That day is not far off, Gordeon.”

“…I understand.” Odel Gordien said in a deep voice, “I can already feel the rift widening. Conceal your identity, *******, until after this catastrophe of faith…”

The child saint quipped, "A calamity of faith? Do you really think this is a war between the radiant and the flesh-and-blood believers?"

Odell Gordien certainly thinks so.

To create so many rats and even corrupt the ritualists of the just church—is this not all for the sake of this great disaster that threatens the Holy Cross?
Humanity will always be like this.

His rampage in Whitehall today was, of course, to 'push' the disaster forward and make it even more uncontrollable: Whitehall is the most crucial passageway in the church's never-ending ritual.

As long as this place is destroyed...

In the ensuing black wave, Holy Cross was overwhelmed with its own problems.

"I'm afraid that humans have already discovered traces of us."

The saint sighed.

He saw further than Odell Gordien, and naturally understood that this was not a simple confrontation.

The instigator of this disaster.

he…

Where were they discovered?

"Discover us?" Odel Gordian asked, puzzled. "Shandel Kratofer?"

The child saint shook his head: “The Path of Radiance…they call them ‘Saints’? The ritualists on this path aren’t our enemies…especially those exceptionally ‘outstanding’ like Shandel Kratofer…I mean, the masterminds of this calamity.”

Odel Gordien laughed: “Send a city of rats to us? To the greatest race? If they had any means, they wouldn’t have been wiped out by us world after world.”

The child saint remained silent.

Of course, it's not sending mice.

Very clever...

This human being.

"He's reinforcing the world's 'faith'—but that's not your concern right now, Gordian. Just follow my plan: reach out to the world's messiah and offer him your assistance..."

The child said softly.

"He will naturally turn this world into yet another breeding ground for us... Speaking of which, I find the 'hero' of this world rather strange. Having made the prophecy, she hasn't resisted in the slightest, unlike humans in other worlds..."

This "hero" is really interesting.

The Holy Child also has many things it doesn't understand. It needs a detective who's bad at naming things…

Or simply the eternal arrogance of one's own soul.

"The tribe will not stop, Gordian."

“Of course. I can’t wait…” Odell Gordien slowly stood up.

The crawling sounds beneath the city were deafening.

Before a larger group arrives, they must use sectarian and religious struggles to tear an unhealable gash in the world's steepest cliff face.

(End of this chapter)