My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Crown led the troops to set off in the afternoon. Since he wanted to take over the mining area to resume production, he also brought a large number of engineering and technical personnel and baggage.

Although the smelting plant in the mine was very close to New Parish, it took an hour of journey to reach it.

After arriving at the place, the troops first cooperated with the logistics personnel to clean the residence.

By the time we were almost done, it was already dusk.

A ray of setting sun sheds orange-red patches through the sparse trees, and the autumn wind blows, causing the light and shadow to float.

Crown slowed down his movements and ended the practice of the Giant Bear Breathing Technique.

After arriving here, all the work was done by others, so he had nothing to do, so he started practicing breathing techniques happily.

With both pets slipping out, the breathing technique was a bit wasted. It's like you could get two paychecks for a job, but if you can only get one paycheck, you'll feel disadvantaged.

The idle soldiers looked at the hard-working bishop from a distance, their eyes full of admiration.

Among the soldiers, many saw him fighting the deer-headed spirit with their own eyes.

A thin and short human being could use a shield to shoot a tall deer-headed spirit several meters away. The visual impact shocked them greatly.

It turns out that we ourselves can become so powerful! This is the voice of those soldiers who were lucky enough to witness the battle.

"Look, the bishop practices the giant bear breathing method, right? Why doesn't he practice the church's breathing method?"

"I think the Bishop's flame breath has hit a bottleneck. Let's practice the Giant Bear Breathing Technique to change the way of thinking."

The soldiers talked a lot, guessing the reason.

At this time, Watt came over and shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing here?! Go check the defense measures at night. It may not be safe at night."

In the past few days, he had been accompanying Croun on inspection tours. The two had developed some tacit understanding, and Fanny promoted him to adjutant to assist Croun in his work.

The troops had been hunting the outer reaches of the parish these days, but had not carried out any hunting at night, nor had they entered the mines.

"Old captain, everyone has just taken a break. Look, the sweat on our bodies hasn't stopped yet."

"I feel like it won't be peaceful at night. If you're more prepared, you won't be in a hurry when something happens."

Just as Watt ordered the soldiers to check for leaks and make up for them, Crown came over and said:

"Come with me on a tour. I want to see how the camp's night defense is doing."

As the highest commander of the camp, he is responsible for safety matters.

In the past, he had superiors, so he didn't have to worry about doing what the leader told him to do. Now he needs to think about these things by himself, because he is the backbone of this group of people.

Different status means different things.

"OK."

Watt hurriedly agreed. He waved for the soldiers to leave quickly, and then said:

"Your Excellency, I have arranged the defensive measures and am preparing to report to you. Please come this way and we will talk as we walk."

"I disrupted the Crusaders and Crusaders and reorganized them, making sure that each group had two transcendents."

"In addition, four Crusaders squads were allocated into two groups to be responsible for mobile support at night."

Watt presented his plans and defensive measures one by one. He had several years of experience in field combat and had his own set of efficient and feasible methods.

Crown listened and kept nodding. The other party was indeed very professional, better than a wild guy like him.

He recalled what he had encountered in the mines near Zach Town, and the tunnels above Bran Castle, and thought that there were probably a large number of mutated rats hidden in the mines.

It stands to reason that there is no food source in a place like a mine, and rats will not stay there, but mutant rats will indeed live in the mine.

After the inspection, Crown had dinner and returned to the arranged room to rest.

Fokine and Buster had returned, and he began to meditate on the golden light spell.

Two hours later, he finished the visualization and began to refine the sun essence, and the two pets went out to forage together again.

Fortunately, there are no pesticides and rat poisons in this world, so he doesn't need to worry about the food safety of his pets.

Coming to an unfamiliar environment, he will remain vigilant tonight.

. . . .

The bright lights in the camp attracted the attention of some beings in the Hamers Mine. A group of monsters walking upright walked out of the mine and groped to the edge of the camp.

These monsters have thick gray or brown hair, an enlarged mouse-like head, and a long and thin tail on their hips.

A few months ago, these monsters were a group of wire-haired rats. They were attracted by inexplicable things and dug down frantically.

Later, the group of mice dug a cave with a small pool filled with dark green liquid.

The mice drank swigs of the unknown liquid and began to mutate.

Their limbs became longer and they began to try to walk upright with their hind limbs. The phalanges of their forelimbs became slender and slender, allowing them to grasp things as flexibly as humans.

These monsters have extremely unstable but not to be underestimated intelligence and can already be called rat men.

Ratmen have extremely strong digestive functions, and their food is very mixed. Minerals and plants can be used as their meals, but their favorite is fresh flesh and blood, and bones will not be spared.

Whenever night falls, they come out of the mines to hunt, but in recent days, they have been getting less and less prey.

These wererats decided to travel greater distances in search of meat.

They hid in the darkness and stared at the bright land ahead. They saw another creature that walked upright and looked delicious.

The leader of the rat men roared, and a large number of rat men swarmed forward.

They rushed up wearing ragged furs and carrying simple wooden sticks. In fact, these weapons were all the same, and their sharpest weapons were their sharp teeth.

When the wild ratmen all over the mountain rushed into the light range, all the soldiers on guard were startled.

These monsters have the height of a human and the head of a mouse. They are ugly and disgusting creatures that have never been seen before.

Watt happened to be patrolling over. He immediately released the flare, then drew his weapon and shouted: "Get ready to fight."

. . . .

Croun was practicing the Giant Bear Breathing Technique when he suddenly felt a faint vibration coming from the ground, as if thousands of troops were galloping towards him.

He immediately left the room, jumped to the roof, and looked in the direction of the source of the vibration.

When he saw a large group of rat men, he couldn't help but be stunned. With his knowledge reserve, he had never seen such humanoid creatures before.

You must know that his demonology level has reached the fourth level, and most of the low-level extraordinary creatures in this world have been included in the church's information.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't see creatures he doesn't recognize in the Farouk Kingdom. Although dynasties have changed, the church has been rooted in this land for thousands of years and has always been a hegemon-level existence. In theory, there should be no uncollected creatures. Humanoid.

He judged the strength of these things from the monster's running speed and muscle group reaction, and found that a considerable number of them reached the level of extraordinary creatures.

At this time, he saw a signal flare rising in front of him.

Damn it, is this a mutated mouse taking medicine? !

Crown cursed in his heart and immediately summoned the Fire Cube, and the next second the metal clone appeared next to him.

He and the clone were connected mentally and physically, and they both ran towards the direction of the monster's attack.

There were a lot of monsters attacking, and they were constantly rushing out of the darkness. There were only two hundred Crusaders and fifty Crusaders participating in the vigil, of which there were only four second-level Transcendents. It was difficult for them to withstand such an attack.

The leader of the ratmen stood in the darkness, watching the battlefield. If he found that the battle was going very well, he would end it personally.

If the enemy is stronger, use ordinary ratmen to consume the enemy's physical strength. When the enemy is about to be unable to support it, go out and reap the life.

As a noble leader, it gave itself a name: Skaven.

It is the strongest and cunning rat-man. It once heard the voice of the 'god' on a full moon night.

A Skaven will not accept risky battles, and if it is injured in the battle, its position as leader may not be preserved.

It doesn't need to be stronger than the enemy, it just needs to be stronger than all its kind.

Crown's speed was as fast as a fired bullet, and he ran to Watt's side in a few seconds. There was no close combat at this moment.

While running, he released condensed armor, golden light body armor and source armor in sequence, while two bronze one-handed swords appeared in his left and right hands.

Regardless of the strength of the enemy, it is a good habit to prioritize armor stacking. If the ship capsizes in the gutter, there will be no future.

The battle with the deer-headed spirit sounded the alarm for him. Maybe the enemy was hiding some very threatening killing move.

By stacking the thickest armor, you can get more fault tolerance.

You only have one life, and some mistakes cannot be made even once.

"Watt, command the troops to defend," he shouted and rushed forward, while the metal clone stayed behind to assist the troops in defense.

He activated the Bear Breathing Technique and unleashed a storm of blades.

If you use fire breath, the smell of barbecue will appear on the battlefield. Who knows whether these rat-like things will emit poisonous smoke after being ignited.

Crown was like a powerful meat grinder, causing bloodshed wherever he went.

The blood and mutilated limbs sprayed all over the sky not only failed to scare away the rat men, but instead aroused their ferocity even more.

More ratmen rushed towards Crown without fear of death, turning into the proficiency of Blade Storm.

Dancing the weapon so that it was airtight and water could not get into it, he killed seven in and out of the monster group without a drop of blood on his body.

‘Blade Storm is really a battlefield meat grinder type of skill that can torture food. In front of this skill, no matter how many low-level targets come up, it will become my experience. ’

The rat people were frightened, and the follow-up troops stopped moving forward.

Seeing that the situation was helpless, Skaven had no choice but to give the order to retreat. It decided to sacrifice a few ratmen to the gods after returning, seeking a way to deal with the most powerful enemy.

It could smell the fragrance of flesh and blood from a long distance. It smelled a desire from the soul in the enemy who had killed the most of its kind, and it was so intoxicating to it.

It feels that by devouring this enemy, it can quickly become stronger.