The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1035 Ch.1034 Safe Room

They succeeded.

Just as Deloz looked on with anticipation, like an eagle spreading its wings, she separated the raging storm of rats: then, at the wooden city gate made of stacked tables and chairs, the gray-haired, blue-eyed girl stepped forward gracefully, raised her right hand, and extended her index finger like a rapier.

The chaotic, invisible blades, like grains of rice scattered on a lake, created ever-expanding crimson ripples in the surging waves.

In a few breaths, in a dizzying moment, the two young cultists slipped out through the passage carved out by Sindel—ignoring the leeches biting their bodies, the brave cultists, covered in rat tails, shouted the name of the Father of All Things, joined the two keys cut at distinct angles together, and slammed them into the lock of the safe room.

The clear, locked tongue swallowing could be heard by everyone on the floor.

They pushed and shoved each other, using their meager abilities—which Deloz couldn't fathom—to seal each other's bleeding wounds, and disappeared behind the door of the safe room in a very short time.

With a heavy impact.

Deloz knew.

She and Roland were abandoned by this group of people.

—They hadn't really been of any help anyway, so there was no reason for these people to lend a hand in a life-or-death situation.

Especially at the risk of being devoured.

She was simply filled with questions, questions about Xander Kratofer and Roland Collins.

In her opinion, these two people...

We're at least friends, right?
They even kissed in front of the church.

"Roland..."

"Ok?"

Deloz hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

She wanted to say: What should we do? Or ask: How do we escape?

She thought of those pampered ladies, whose toes were spotless and whose armpit hair was trimmed by four or five skilled servants every day (this was actually just Deloz's imagination), who at this moment would probably ask the men beside them the same question—making the scene even more chaotic with shrill howls.

She can't do this.

Deloz, Deloz, Deloz.

The girl gritted her teeth, searched every pocket on her body, and found a long awl and a wrench.

She chose an awl that didn't require much effort, handed the wrench to Roland, and didn't ask anything about 'what to do next'—she didn't want to bother Roland.

“I have a friend whose name is ‘Wrench’.”

Roland took the greasy, heavy 'weapon' and held it up in the light, turning it over and over.

Even though Deloz was panicking inside, it was hard not to roll his eyes at this man: "Mr. Collins."

“Oh, of course, Deloz.”

Roland tucked the wrench diagonally into his lower back, stood up, and grabbed Deloz's wrist.

then.

He repeated the frightening action from before: grabbing her arm, at the densest part of her clothes.

Deloz wasn't fooled.

"These rats seem to be attracted by the smell of blood... To be honest, waiting for someone to rescue us is unrealistic. I saw what it looks like outside—maybe we can find a way to get some... You know, you know what I mean..."

She stared intently at the still-uneaten corpses of the rats, her thoughts racing ahead.

then.

Her feet left the table.

"Roland! This isn't the time—Aaaaaaah—"

The girl shot out like a cannonball, uttering a high note that resonated throughout the entire venue, just like a stage actor nearing the end of the curtain call.

Everything around her shrank rapidly toward the horizon: Roland, the table at Roland's feet, the window, the curtains, the rats, the bones.

The erratic high notes sounded exactly like the screams of a wife, barely clothed, who was being attacked by her knight husband while cooking in a sweltering kitchen—just the very first one.

What follows is a planned, premeditated, deliberate, and controlled section.

Before Deloz could finish her song, or even think of any swear words, she stumbled backward into a soft embrace: held tightly, the person behind her used the momentum to take a few steps back, placing her unharmed on the slightly sticky carpet. Without her noticing.

The door to the 'safe room' behind her was opened—which is why she was able to be launched in smoothly.

Before she could react, Shandel Kratofer quickly closed the door.

next second.

A series of banging sounds came from outside the door.

And someone applauded happily.

"...Oh my god! Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me?!" The girl, still shaken, collapsed to the ground before she could take another step; her heart was pounding so hard it was deafening.

"Say something?" Shandel leaned against the metal door, his smile somewhat cryptic: "Roland is the most accurate 'shooter'."

Deloz didn't catch the metaphor in his words and clutched his chest, panting heavily.

Half a minute later.

As the impacts gradually subsided, this time, she witnessed the entire process of the two working together: she didn't know what 'instructions' Shandel Kratofer had received, and the two, separated by a door, had not spoken to each other.

She simply opened the door, and Roland happened to fall inside, then closed it again.

It's that 'simple'.

“We have been through thick and thin together for hundreds of days and nights, Miss Deloz Fonseca.”

Deloz watched the smiling girl lock the door, muttering to herself, "This is too dangerous, too dangerous"—soon, she would be able to recover from her momentary panic and take in the surroundings of this "safe room".

Roland was prepared and knelt down beside Deloz in advance.

When she finally had a chance to look around, Roland took the opportunity to raise his forearm and cover her mouth with his palm.

"ah----!!!"

"Woo!!!"

The scream was quickly muffled by the palm of his hand.

of course.

It is sometimes open and sometimes closed.

"Ah—woo woo woo—ah—woo woo—ah woo—ah woo ah woo ah woo—Luo·woo·ke·woo·s!!"

"Shh..." Roland said seriously, "Screaming will attract a swarm of rats, Deloz."

Before Deloz could retort, he immediately covered the other's mouth again.

Deloz: "*******!"

“I guess she’s not the kind of girl who likes to swear.” Roland turned to Xander.

Sender laughed as he moved the corpses one by one to the metal door.

- Exactly.

Deloz screamed because of the corpse in the room.

Just minutes before, the young believers who had been chanting the name of God were now dead, lying haphazardly on the carpet, as if they were fast asleep.

Only a few bodies showed signs of 'mutilation': their throats had been slit open, and blood had drained from the gaping slits like those of an infant's mouth.

Deloz sat on a slippery 'water' blanket.

"This, this is...this is...you...how could you..." The girl slapped Roland's hand away, her whole body seemingly replacing the black hair tied up by the jade ring behind him—of course, she didn't think this was any kind of 'accident'.

Stared at with such a questioning gaze, Xander was naturally angry: "If you weren't so timid, you should have guessed that this room is not simple—they died because they triggered some kind of carefully laid trap..."

The girl hiding behind Roland silently pursed her lips and remained silent.

Sender said she could explain it to Delos in detail alone once it was safe to do so.

Deloz said it wasn't necessary; she believed whatever she said.

(End of this chapter)