The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1087 Ch.1086 Who is the extreme one?

Of course not.

But Keshhai did not deny that the other party was a smart person.

After the rat plague, even a blind person should know that there exists a kind of 'superhuman' in the world who can command thunder and create fire out of thin air—and for the countless citizens, becoming a ritualist is not much more difficult than obtaining a baron's title.

soon.

A mysterious wave will completely sweep across every inch of the empire's land.

“But I don’t think they can succeed, Collins.”

Kashhai didn't care whether the cultists who orchestrated the conspiracy had other schemes or purposes—he came from the Inquisition and had met with ritualists from almost every sect.

He did not place any expectations on these people's 'faith'.

Or to put it another way.

Given Keshihai's personality, he was not content to merely stop at reinforcing the barriers.

“This won’t be a good outcome, Collins,” he took a deep drag on his cigarette and extinguished the dying embers with his fingertips. “We need to find another way.”

“To be honest, Mr. Kashhai, I think you should talk to Enid or our Majesty about these things—or even to Wildcat?” Roland had no idea why he had been invited here.

He's just a third-tier city official.

At best, they have some talent for naming things, are liked by their parents, and are particularly good at making witty remarks.

Kashhai didn't respond: "This plague came from water pollution. Collins, I guarantee there won't be another plague of this scale—I mean, from the water."

Roland blinked: "Of course, people have brains and they learn from their mistakes... I mean, sometimes they do, sometimes they don't."

"This is one of the things that makes humans far superior to animals: wisdom can be accumulated and passed on... but they never change their folly until disaster strikes... contradictory animals."

he said softly.

"The same applies to worms."

"Mr. Keshihai?"

"I don't believe that in a real war between humans and worms, humans will be the losers—quite the opposite. Once humans become aware, it probably won't be long before they find a way to truly identify them…whether through magic or human ingenuity…"

Roland had a bad feeling.

He felt he shouldn't continue listening.

"Scars. The ritualists have lived in comfort for too long, manipulating mortals almost like slaves... This world desperately needs a catastrophe to teach them true unity..."

Keshihai squinted.

Smoke, blood, fire, wailing and grief.

Only a world baptized by radiance can nurture truly outstanding 'people'.

He doesn't just refer to heroes.

This is human nature.

They need a real catastrophe: one where he could put worms in jars and throw them on the table of the Queen or the head of this or that cult, and they would still enjoy them—it has to be a painful, visceral experience to teach them to truly confront this enemy.

Only then can they be taught to rein in their foolish thoughts, which are mainly used to harm their fellow human beings and to build up their own homes.

“I received a message, Mr. Collins. You have a special lamp in your possession…”

See the picture poorly.

Roland finally figured out Kashgar's purpose—

He wanted to use the "Breath of Order" in his hands, in some way he didn't yet understand, to tear apart the noble barrier above his head...

then.

Release those little insects into the human world to cause chaos.

Compared to the repairman's act of adding faith and reverence to ordinary people, Kashgar's method was more 'thorough'—and more dangerous.

“You’re going a bit too far, sir.”

Keshihai smoked a cigarette and remained silent.

Roland has another question.

"How do they survive?"

"what?"

“It’s…survival, sir,” Roland gestured. “I recently heard a friend read a book—you know, Darwin.”

"Of course, the matter has escalated to a great extent."

What I mean is—

“I understand. Collins, worms thrive on ‘history,’ but they must survive in ‘mysticism’—that’s a prerequisite.” Kishhai sneered, “That’s why I told you that whether it’s a cult or a religion, their methods are bound to fail…”

The more mysterious it is, the more 'shines' this history becomes in the eyes of the worms.

They were attracted.

“Humans can’t stop breathing, and neither can worms. As more and more ritualists emerge in the mortal world… every day, every moment, the power of the world in slumber continues to spread into the world in waking life…” Roland nodded in silence.

"This is definitely not a good approach."

He admitted that Kishhai was right.

It's like putting out a fire with oil.

not to mention.

He had been a member of the court for some time and naturally understood the 'faith' of ritual practitioners and mortals—it was not pure.

Or, to put it another way, the further one goes, the less respect one has for the so-called 'gods' above one's head.

In a city teeming with religious sects, no one can unify and decide the citizens' beliefs or force them to believe—the citizens are uncontrollable, and so are the ritual practitioners of different sects.

confusion…

and many more.

Roland suddenly had a good idea.

"gentlemen."

"what?"

"You said that worms need to 'breathe'—they rely on 'mystery' to survive, right?"

"Yes."

"Therefore, I can conclude that there are some histories that don't contain any 'mystery,' which the insects would have absolutely no interest in visiting—"

"Obviously."

“Excellent, then we,” Roland spoke faster and faster, his two hot amber eyes gleaming, “we just need to eliminate all the ritual practitioners, or find a way to sever the ‘mysticism’…”

A gust of wind swept through the white forest.

Keshihai silently stubbed out his fifth cigarette.

He looked at the young man beside him, who seemed as excited as if he had just gotten first place in an exam, and a sense of absurdity ran down his spine to the back of his neck.

“…You’re going a bit too far, kid.”

…………

……

As Keshhai carried Roland out of the flames, the gaunt, black building came into view.

First came a scream.

Another sound.

One after another.

then.

Just half a minute.

Enid walked slowly through the exploding flames.

Following her were—

Almost all the officers who remained in the courtroom came.

"Apostate!!"

"How dare they come to the courtroom—"

"Shameless butcher! Executioner! The Father God should not have bestowed His divine power upon your body—"

There was no actual 'insult'.

Firstly, the memory of Keshti's departure wasn't so 'profound' for most of the newcomers. Secondly, the older generation who had been led by Keshti knew how capable this man was—he was capable of taking their lives even in front of Enid.

Suddenly, the insults became very 'well-behaved'.

"Long time no see, Enid."

Kashhai kicked the unconscious Roland and spread his hands: "I never lay a hand on my brothers and sisters."

“You’re no longer qualified to call them ‘brothers and sisters,’ Keshhai.” Enid glanced at Roland, seemingly displeased that Keshhai had laid him face down on the ground—was this ugly thing jealous of the young man?

“I think no one’s qualifications should be granted by others—are you still washing the feet of the old men in the council?”

Bang! !

A bullet struck the flaming shield that suddenly exploded.

Despite their fear of the holy flame, they could not accept an outsider insulting their judge—Lady Enid had been elegant for half her life, who was worthy of bowing to her?
"Looks like you did a good job, little Enid."

Keshhai smiled and retreated into the flaming door that opened behind him.

"We'll meet again soon..."

(End of this chapter)