My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

"That chicken thief is the black goat in the chicken farm."

"black goat?"

Lockent exclaimed.

A few people talked and soon came to the corner of the livestock farm.

Nick stopped not far from the chicken farm and said, "Bring out the black goat."

No one made a move.

The priest took a glance and snorted coldly: "I'm just worried that the fight will damage your things. If you don't feel bad, it's okay for me to go in."

Crown asked softly: "Father, is there any danger?"

"No, the evil spirit has not realized that it was exposed. Otherwise, it would have escaped."

At this time, the obese maid in the chicken farm saw a group of people approaching, including her boss, and hurriedly came out of the chicken farm.

"Mr. Lockent, Father."

Lockent nodded: "Vasha, go and get the black goat out."

The maid didn't know why, but she did as she was told.

There are three goats in the chicken farm. One is black and the other is brown. There is no way they can be confused.

The black goat was brought out with grass still eating in its mouth.

The priest stared at the goats with interest for a while and then ordered: "You guys, stay back as far as possible."

Several people followed the good example and left one after another.

After a few people walked away, Nick took a few steps forward and ran towards the black goat. At the same time, the flail in his hand lit up with red light.

After the flail was fired, the scene of explosive fluids that Crown imagined did not appear.

I saw a stream of black energy gushing out from the seven orifices of the black goat. It stood upright and swelled.

Its limbs became extremely thick, the hooves of its lower body were extremely huge, the hooves of its upper body became like human hands, and its nails turned into sharp claws.

The goat's face hasn't changed much, except that the black hair on it has faded a lot, and its eyes have turned blood red.

The horns on its head became thicker and more curved, with thick black smoke lingering on them.

After the transformation, the left hand of the goat-headed monster grabbed the spiked metal ball on the flail, and there was a joking expression on its face.

The goat-headed monster suddenly swung its arm, and the priest was thrown into the air.

It swung the flail, and the priest was hit hard on the ground.

Nick didn't look embarrassed when he landed. He stood firmly on the ground.

Crown was relieved. The goat-headed monster was moving very fast, and he was very worried that the priest would die before he could escape quickly.

If that were the case, everyone here would be buried with him.

When Nick landed, he stepped back, dragging the goat-headed monster in his direction.

He raised his buckler and slapped it on the monster's face.

Most creatures have fragile noses, and the goathead is no exception.

Crowen saw that its black nose had collapsed and turned blood red.

The goathead loosened its grip on the flail and took a few steps back in pain.

Instead of taking the opportunity to attack again, Nick took a few steps back.

He muttered a few words quickly, raised his left hand, and the buckler burned with red flames.

The goat-headed monster roared angrily, and trampled the ground with its right leg, causing a circle of dust to rise immediately from the ground.

At this time, pale and bluish fireworks also lit up on its hooves.

As the fireworks rose, a layer of white frost formed on the ground with it as the center of the circle.

The tips of the sheep-headed monster's hair were also covered with a layer of snow-white.

After the dust cleared, Kroun's sharp eyes discovered that there was an obvious depression on the ground.

"Woo"

A low roar came from its mouth, and Crown found that its teeth had turned into the jagged shape of a carnivore.

Drawing his pistol, Crown prepared to help the priest.

Nick laughed wildly, picked up the flail and rushed forward.

Not to be outdone, the monster stamped its hooves again and pounced forward with its sharp claws.

One person and one monster struggled together at such a fast speed that Croun could only see two afterimages.

His wish to help was in vain. The two warring parties were moving too fast, and his eyes seemed unable to keep up with their movements.

There were some depressions of different depths appearing on the ground, and Croun's heart was filled with excitement as he looked at them.

The mysterious man was able to unleash such destructive power, which further strengthened his idea of ​​collecting money to become a Crusader warrior.

No, he wants to make more money. Becoming a Crusader is just the beginning. The priest once said that daily training costs a lot of money.

After about five minutes, the two seemed to have a winner.

I saw the sheep-headed monster rolling and flying far away, and then got up in a panic.

Nick stood where the battle group was just now, just panting slightly.

Crown seized the opportunity and quickly fired the bullet of justice, directly at the goat head monster.

"Bang bang."

He emptied the magazine, and the six bullets were arranged in a standard 'cross' shape and embedded in the monster's chest.

Crown's eyes contracted violently. At a distance of more than thirty meters, pistol bullets were unable to penetrate the enemy's muscle skin.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and understood in his heart how big the gap between himself and extraordinary creatures was.

Although he only caused superficial wounds to the monster, he hurt the monster.

The goat-headed monster looked towards him and roared twice fiercely.

Nick adjusted his breathing and strode towards the monster.

The sheep-headed monster roared fiercely and kept retreating.

Suddenly, it turned around and ran away so fast that it left only a black afterimage.

It flew to the fence, jumped high, and easily crossed the fence several meters high.

Nick did not pursue him. He swung the handle of the flail.

The iron ball above seemed to be heated through and turned into a fireball.

He suddenly threw the flail out with force, and with a flash of red light, he hit the goat-headed monster in the air in the blink of an eye.

The monster fell heavily outside the wall, and the iron ball on the flail completely submerged into its back.

Lockent ran to Nick excitedly: "Praise the Lord of Fire, if it hadn't been for your arrival, Father, we would have died in the mouth of this monster."

Nick put his hand on his chest and responded calmly: "Praise the Lord of Fire. It is the Lord who gave me the courage and strength to defeat evil. Sir, you can make more contributions to the church."

Crown was walking towards this side, and when he heard the priest's words, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Dedication means donating money. What the priest said was so direct and natural.

"Yes, I will make an offering to the church this Sunday, and I am willing to make an offering to the church on the first Sunday of every month."

Croun first thought that the owner of the livestock farm was wealthy, but then he thought about it and felt relieved.

In this era when evil is roaming the earth, if you have a good relationship with a priest who can kill monsters, your life and property will be greatly protected.

In doing so, you are obviously sacrificing a small amount of money to protect a large amount of money.

Crown figured out why he started his business later than Ronnie, but is richer than Ronnie.

This is the pattern. No wonder Lockent can become bigger and stronger.