The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1085 (Ch.1084) About Worms
and so.

From the very beginning, what Roland saw was the pile of skulls at Marcus Barton's feet—

Are they the heads of the children he murdered?

"of course not."

Keshhai glanced at Roland, his tone tinged with reproach: "It seems Fernandez didn't teach you properly, child. An adult's skull is not the same as a child's."

He said.

“That belongs to the entire Barton family.”

Roland blinked: "...The fisherman died at sea."

“Exactly, child.” A smile finally appeared on Keshhai’s weathered face—after he no longer saw the disgust and nauseating 'justice' on Roland’s face.

but.

It's not that simple.

"I hope you will be a qualified ritual participant, child. Feel it with your 'secret'—"

Keshihai snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, Marcus Barton was like a lit torch.

White flames engulfed him.

Some faint groans, the crackling sound of firewood as skin came into contact with the flames.

To Roland's surprise, the black 'slippery liquid' 'flowing' from his skin squeaked and fell into the flames and soil, tumbling and rolling as it tried to extinguish the sticky flames on his body.

This process took a full two minutes.

No living thing can survive being roasted by flames for even half a minute.

They are an exception.

“A worm…” Roland murmured.

Keshhai was genuinely surprised this time: "You've seen worms?"

“In a dream, sir.” Before he could explain further, Keshhai took off a string of jingling glass jars hanging from his waist: they were filled with black, sand-like particles.

He held it up and waved it around Roland.

Simultaneously.

The explanation that Roland should have seen also came to mind.

……

…………

Name: The Sacred Remains of a Great Being
Type: Alien
"Description": I live forever in the grotesque.

This is a magnificent existence that is difficult to describe.

Once its terrifying wings are spread, the sun and moon lose their brilliance.

Its roar can change the color of all emotions in the world, stripping them of their shells.

Its form surpasses that of any crowned king or knight of light arriving at dawn.

It is a true fantasy in the heavens, an eternal expectation and pursuit…

Shameless person.

Be careful.

Its remains will bring endless misfortune and disaster.

…………

……

Roland: ...
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Gone?

The flames dissipated in an instant.

I did not reply to him.

Roland subconsciously sensed something strange about the wrench—usually, it either couldn't perceive or provide him with any useful information.

Or it is very comprehensive and detailed.

This is the first time I've seen an explanation that's completely incoherent.

The man, driven by curiosity, naturally couldn't resist asking about Keshihai.

"This thing?"

Keshhai shook the string of glass tubes in his hand and tied it back to his waist. "Dragon bone slag, or you could say 'dragon slag,' child. When humans are found nearby who are parasitized by worms..." Keshhai said, but did not pluck a tube to give him—he probably found his 'neurotic' behavior laughable: the boy next to little Enid would never be parasitized by these stupid things.

“Three years ago, we discovered them on a businessman’s soul while we were ‘purifying’ his soul.”

worm.

Keshihai didn't know much about these things that didn't belong to this world.

The "Holy Flame" then disappeared for a period of time.

until today.

Kashhai snapped his fingers. Soon, the two enormous 'rat-producing mountains' in front of him, along with Marcus Barton, transformed into two beautiful flames.

Nobody knows what a worm really is.

Kashhai spent three years consulting with or killing too many ordinary people or cultists associated with worms.

They also used all sorts of methods and paid a considerable price to acquire knowledge.

"This is a creature that feeds on 'history'."

He told Roland:
So far, apart from 'dragon slag', there are almost no other means to 'verify' whether a person has been infected with the parasite—the worms clearly possess extremely high intelligence, even surpassing human intelligence: they can quickly grasp the situation of the parasitized person, understanding their little habits, way of speaking, interpersonal relationships, and the secrets hidden in their hearts…

Their memories.

Even more terrifying.

These monsters possess the necessary conditions to embark on the "path".

As long as the body and soul being parasitized possess sufficient qualifications.

They will inherit all of this.

All of them.

Whether ordinary people or ritual practitioners.

Few people can truly perceive this, even couples who have been together for years.

What does it mean to 'feed on history'?

Roland felt that this statement was somewhat abstract.

eat…

history?

"It's just as you think, child. They gnaw on history to grow their own kind—I don't know where they come from. Perhaps from another history, or somewhere beyond multiple histories..."

Roland noticed that when Keshti spoke these words, he no longer resembled his previous calm and sharp demeanor: he spoke faster, his lips curled up more, and he seemed rambling.

This is an anxiety that originates from the heart.

You could even call it fear.

—An undetectable parasite is almost equivalent to being unable to resist.

“Dragon scum…” Roland frowned.

Keshhai shook his head: "There are no more dragons in the world, child. You should have learned about 'alien species,' shouldn't you?"

Roland nodded.

“I don’t know if Fernandez told you—we have no way to guide ‘fantasy’ through ‘story’ to create real alien species. So far, we don’t know how they are born—especially dragons.”

According to the investigation in Keshihai, the last known dragon in the world died at the hands of an expedition team from the "Private Alliance".

"It is said that a similar belief exists in some land in the East...maybe..."

Keshhai sighed.

That land has 'disappeared'.

How should they deal with these termites before history is hollowed out?
Roland was surprised that Keshhai had taken on such a heavy burden—in the rumors he had heard, "Holy Flame" was just a murderous organization full of depraved blasphemers.

“They deserve to die.” Kishhai’s face darkened. “Do you know what humans who have been parasitized by worms have done?”

He simply couldn't bring himself to say it.

Over the past three years, the Holy Flame has traversed every inch of the Empire's land and witnessed the erosion of 'history'—when the walls between the waking world and the sleeping world are hollowed out, monsters and pollution that should not have been spilled into the mortal world will come through the holes.

Compared to worms.

Human evil seems 'insignificant': they only commit murder, frame-ups, instigate wars, poisoning, adultery, dismemberment, oppression, cannibalism, infanticide, genocide, land grabbing, and so on...

Minor problem.

In some ways, humans are indeed 'superior' to worms.

No?
(End of this chapter)