My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Seeing Crown jumping off the city wall, Watt suddenly felt nervous and hurriedly took two steps forward to reach the crenellations of the city wall.

He wanted to call the bishop back, but he couldn't open his mouth, so he could only clench his fists and worry.

The metal man who went down just now was summoned by the bishop, so he wasn't worried yet, but now that the bishop was going down in person, if something went wrong, he wouldn't be able to explain to the other two bishops.

When the deer-headed spirit saw Croun running towards him, it let out a howl like a night owl.

He had just perfectly controlled the enemy, giving him a lot of confidence.

The vines have wrapped the metal man into a rice dumpling. Long-term hunting experience tells it that the prey can no longer survive any wind and waves. It has no worries that this enemy will break free.

It raised its hands and began to accumulate strength, preparing to use powerful moves. It wanted to avenge the last time it was killed.

In the last battle, there were many strong opponents at the same level, and many of its methods were not used.

This time, it wants its enemies to taste how terrifying it is in its complete form.

The deer-headed spirit had already planned to use their skeletons to decorate his body after cooking these two enemies.

It can extract the bone essence of powerful prey and concentrate it into a bone spur.

Croun's speed was very fast, and a faint warning sign appeared in his heart. This was the warning given to him by his seventh sense.

The chord in his heart was tense, but his face remained calm and he rushed towards the enemy at the same speed.

At full state, his attack power is much stronger than that of the metal clone, and his faster speed gives him greater flexibility and less reaction time.

No matter how strong the enemy's attack is, it is in vain if it cannot hit him.

The deer-headed spirit stares closely at its opponent. When it finds that the enemy has stepped into its attack range, it immediately slaps the ground with both hands.

Large green-gray branches exploded from the ground. These branches were covered with sharp thorns and had two sections of damage.

The first stage is an explosion of stab wounds. When the prey is surrounded by branches, it will explode like a vine.

An anthropomorphic sneer appeared on its face, and all prey that stepped into the attack range after giving it enough time to accumulate power became trophies on its back and became a commentary on its strong strength.

Crown remained vigilant, but the moment he heard the shock from the thrust under his feet, he jumped up and perfectly avoided the attack that appeared from the ground.

As he fell from the sky, he unleashed a storm of blades.

With the cooperation of powerful force, although this secret skill is not of high level, its damage is explosive.

He is like the main propeller of a helicopter, turning up a violent whirlwind. The hard branches that were spawned by magical power were immediately cut into thumb-long pieces.

Escaped? How can this be? !

The smile on the deer-headed spirit's face could not be maintained. It saw the branches growing wildly, but failed to catch up with the enemy that jumped into the air.

Crown had no intention of attacking the magic totem this time. He wanted to see what level his current true combat power could reach.

He wanted to let go of his hands and feet and carefully weigh the capabilities of this deer head when it was fully ejaculated.

He unleashed a storm of blades that spun around again, clearing away the vines growing behind the target.

Even if the vines spawned by these magics are ignored, they will slowly disappear, but that would be a waste of his fast attack speed.

When Kroun walked around behind the target, he immediately jumped up, held the sword with both hands, released a charged attack, and then swung it down hard.

The antlers could not hinder his offensive. The giant sword struck hard into the head of the deer-headed spirit, and the sword body sank into the depth of half a palm.

The deer-headed spirit felt as if his head had been hit by a giant hammer, and his ears kept ringing.

It now looked like animal droppings and was surrounded by flies.

The blade of the sword was stuck in the monster's head. Crown held the hilt of the sword and used his body to turn over again and pull the weapon out of the target's skull.

The deer-headed spirit is surprisingly angry, and no enemy has ever harmed it like this in a one-on-one duel.

It let out a low roar similar to a mixture of stag and bison, and large black crows emerged from its body and charged towards the enemy.

These crows are also magical creatures that can peck at the enemy's life force to replenish themselves.

Crown saw the move and spun his body to release the blade storm.

Before the crow even got close to his body, it was minced into pieces of flesh and feathers.

Some broken feathers flew into the air and fell into the distance.

At this time, the branches created by the deer-headed spirit disappeared, and Kroun did not continue to attack. He flew to the side of the metal clone and released his secret technique of cutting the wind.

The shadow of the sword formed a curtain of light, and the vines binding the metal man were cut open one after another.

The clone broke free from the restraints, and the Fire Cube took back the metal and threw it into the master's Yintang.

Silver-gray iron-lead alloy metal essence covered the body surface, and Kroun added another layer of insurance to himself.

So far in the battle, the deer-headed spirit has not hit him once, so he decided to use this monster as an experience package to increase his skill proficiency.

Skills such as Charged Strike, Wind Slash, Blade Storm, and Cross Sword have not improved for a long time. He can take this opportunity to hone his attacks and combine these skills in an orderly manner.

Crown began to attack continuously around the deer-headed spirit. The enemy's speed was not slow, but he always missed hitting him.

His weapons were rarely used for defense. Occasionally, he was successfully attacked by the enemy without causing any substantial damage to him. However, the enemy had sword marks of varying depths on his body.

The deer-headed spirit has no chance to release its charging skills, and Crown will definitely be able to interrupt it.

The monster is not in a hurry. It has physical strength that far exceeds that of animals. What it is not afraid of most is a war of attrition.

It looks scarred now, but that doesn't stop it from continuing to fight.

Gradually, Crown began to feel tired and his attack speed began to slow down.

The warmth provided by the golden light spell has disappeared. He has been attacking for twenty minutes. The enemy has now lost a palm and half a thigh. The source armor on his body has absorbed enough damage and disappeared.

No longer interested in fighting, he launched another round of wild attacks and quickly retreated.

After the battle, he had confirmed that he was sure to kill the deer-headed spirit in its prime state alone.

Since the monster has the ability to resurrect, even if he kills the opponent, he will not get any benefit. Instead, it will make the monster lurk deeper.

When the deer-headed spirit saw the enemy retreating, he thought the enemy was exhausted and wanted to catch up. However, it was too slow to catch up, so he could only pull out his magic totem and leave in frustration.

Watt was relieved to see the bishop leaping onto the city wall again.

The battle just now frightened him. Many times he thought the bishop was going to lose, but the monster's attacks were dodged.

At this moment, Watt's heart was filled with reverence.

He realized that the most powerful force in the diocese was the bishop in front of him, who was even more powerful than the bishop Fanny, who was said to be the youngest in a century.

The eyes of the soldiers standing nearby were also full of reverence. The deer-headed spirit caused a lot of casualties to the night watch troops before the city wall was built.

Even after the city wall was built, some comrades had their vitality sucked away by monsters and their bodies aged rapidly.

Now that there is a person who can fight powerful monsters for so long, one can imagine the excitement in his heart.

Fujin landed on his master's shoulder and screamed "quack" excitedly. Buster meowed, jumped into his master's arms and murmured condolences.

Crown's physical strength was very exhausted, so he stopped patrolling the night and rode back to the guard station near the city gate.

After meditating on the golden light spell for two hours, he felt that his body's condition had returned to its peak again.

He ended his visualization and summoned the golden wall.

[Charged attack: 1526/3000; Level 1]

[Zhanfeng: 144/5000; Level 2]

[Blade Storm: 2782/3000; Level 1]

[Cross Sword: 4685/8000; Level 4]

The proficiency of these sword skills can be increased by at least 70 or 80 points, and at most by more than 200 points.

Such huge progress has been made in just twenty minutes. It must be said that the deer-headed spirit is a good target. As expected, actual combat can hone one's combat skills faster.

. . . .

Anhalt, Bly, St. Peter's Basilica.

Osman Deluc stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, overlooking the entire church with an expressionless face.

A blazing flame ignited in his hand, burning several pages of letters in his hand.

The letter came from the Cologne Cathedral in Branden City. The letter mentioned that the cardinal archbishop of the church had advanced to the silver realm.

The Church of the Flame Lord has twelve archdioceses in the Kingdom of Faruk, and the cardinal archbishops of three dioceses disagree with his political views.

Now all the cardinals in these three archdioceses have been promoted to the Silver realm. As if to be a silent mockery, those archdioceses under his high control have not produced any strong men of Silver rank.

am I wrong? Shouldn’t the church maintain absolute control over the kingdom as it did before?

How could I be wrong? !

Osman feels a little inexplicably irritable. The spiritual concentration of the world continues to increase, and more and more powerful people in the silver realm will be born.

When he is praying now, he can occasionally vaguely hear the Lord's response. Maybe in a few decades, the kingdom of gods will reappear in the material plane.

This would have been a prosperous time, but it seemed to have nothing to do with him.

In order to maintain the absolute power advantage of the Pope, when he was promoted to Pope, the previous Pope used secret methods to help him advance to the Silver rank. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for a strong Silver man to be born.

Maybe gain will always be accompanied by loss. The secret method hurts the origin of his life, and his strength will always stay at the fourth level.

Sometimes Osman would think that it would be great if the vision of the red moon in the sky did not appear. He would still be the ceiling of combat power in this world and possess the most powerful authority.

There is no if in the world. Now he can only watch the younger generations surpass him one after another, but he can't do anything about it.

Are you too clumsy?

Of course not. Every pope must be the one with the most outstanding talent and mind among his peers in the church at that time.

He emerged victorious over all his rivals, and while those of his own age had long since rotted away, he was still enjoying the glory of the Pope.

In recent years, he has been secretly studying all kinds of magic and witchcraft, looking for problems to make up for the damage to his origin. He does not allow the result that he was born in a prosperous age but has no choice but to wither.

Third update, still five chapters owed