My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Even though it's early spring, it seems cold and quiet at night.

In the Flanders Mansion training ground, only the sacred fire of the bell tower in the distance illuminated a little light. The flowers and trees nearby were crawling in the shadow of the high wall, as if there were man-eating beasts hiding in them.

Crown stood in the center, superimposing various states in a leisurely manner.

Although the light here was dim, it had no impact on either of them.

The dazzling light bloomed like fireworks, illuminating the opponent's eyes with colorful colors. The alloy armor covered the whole body like liquid metal, and a faint spiritual light spread outward.

"Did anyone tell you that wearing this outfit at night looks like a target and naturally attracts the attention of hunters?"

Plimpton spoke calmly. His armor looked dazzling in the sun, but at this moment it was dull, without leaking any color.

For tonight's battle, only the two of them came.

The reason why Eliza and others did not show up was because they were worried that Plimpton would be embarrassed if he lost again.

But Flanders didn't come because Crown told him, 'Unless Plimpton can be twice as strong, there will be no trouble. ’

With these words, he stopped watching the game. There was no need to watch his nephew make a fool of himself.

Crown thought for a moment and shook his head seriously:

"Thanks for the reminder, I don't have to worry about it now."

Ever since he became a third-level transcendent, he hadn't encountered an opponent for a long time that he felt he needed to fight hard to defeat.

It counted once when Flanders advanced to silver, and since then, he has never felt this way again.

When he went to St. Peter's Basilica many years ago, he was not timid even when he saw the majesty of the Pope.

If the Pope doesn't use the church's magic circles and just fights head-on, he is sure to use his own accumulation to kill the opponent.

Now, he has advanced to the fifth level, and he doesn't think there is anything that can threaten his life safety.

There is no human force, and there seems to be no evil god force either.

The expression on Plimpton's face became stiff, and his words sounded more arrogant than mine.

He raised his head and said leisurely: "The gray fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the moon is covered."

The implication is that he is not in the strongest condition at this time. Even if he loses, his condition is not as good as mine.

Wait, why am I giving myself this excuse?

"You have a strong sense of victory!"

The backlit Croun grinned, as if a gap opened in the abyss, revealing endless darkness.

"Of course I want to win, and I want to keep winning. I want to finish the road that my ancestors have not finished, and I want to finish it for them.

The world is becoming increasingly dangerous and peaceful, but is there not an opportunity in danger?

According to speculation, this time is a spiritual power tide that is rare in ten thousand years, and many gods have advanced during the last tide.

Don’t you have the dream to achieve the Stigmata? "

Plimpton tightened his grip on Frost Fang. After a day of hard thinking, he came up with a way to limit his opponents and tested the effect.

"I don't have the dream to achieve the stigmata."

"Huh?" Plimpton was stunned when he heard this.

Crown continued: "I don't daydream. If conditions permit, I will become a saint."

If you're bragging, just brag louder. That year I put my hands in my pockets and defeated all the heroes in the world with one move.

I was a programmer in my previous life, and I was a good keyboard player.

So confident? Damn it, this is my line. Plimpton suddenly felt uncomfortable talking to someone more arrogant than himself, and his tone softened:

"I'm afraid you won't be able to obtain the secret technique to achieve the gold of the stigmata. In essence, there is also a competitive relationship between gods.

You and I, two fourth-level transcendental beings, should stop discussing these distant matters and let us see the real deal. "

Plimpton exerted a little force, and the frost fang sank half a foot into the ground, and a frost pattern spread rapidly outward.

This is to use the frost dragon's remnant soul to apply the frost law to create a field suitable for one's own performance.

With his current ability, it is a bit reluctant to create such a field. It not only requires the consumption of the dragon's soul power, but also consumes a large amount of life source.

Fortunately, he has understood some of the laws of the moon, and he is very comfortable in this field, which can make up for the regret of not having moonlight.

The nearby objects were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the flowers and trees in the shadows were even covered with rime.

There was hail falling from the sky and making a rustling sound.

Crown watched the opponent cast a spell with cold eyes, but did not stop it, nor did he even avoid the spreading hoarfrost.

This is a manifestation of the law, not an elemental attack.

It's a bit like the law power of Taiyin Thunder Seal, but it's weaker and doesn't have the chill that freezes the soul.

‘How about giving him a golden light field and giving the young man some warm shock? Forget it, let's save face so we can meet again later. ’

Plimpton didn't know that his opponent was still letting off steam. After releasing the domain with the help of Frost Fang, he jumped forward and suddenly swung the soul-infused weapon.

The ice spiritual power is like a pouncing poisonous snake, rushing towards the opponent like lightning.

The source of life circulated rapidly, and a dense white spiritual energy rose behind him, like a ball of moonlight.

Compared with other types of breathing methods on the mainland, the McLean family's breathing method can be considered a different approach.

The life source it cultivates has the nature of the priest's holy power, and also has the power of blood like the barbarian bone breathing method.

If people who practice breathing techniques such as Barbarian Bone Breathing and Fire Breathing are pure warriors, then the direct descendants of the McClain family who practice Silver Wolf Howling Moon are magic swordsmen.

"Huh?"

Kroun was slightly stunned, he could see the ingenuity of the opponent's technique.

Without wasting any time in thinking, he faced the attack head on.

He jumped up seemingly easily, dodged the elemental attack sideways, and landed near the opponent's body.

"Bang"

When he landed, he used the Bear Breathing Technique - Earth Shock.

The powerful vibration force spread to all directions, like an earth dragon turning over. Plimpton's feet shook for a while, and he fell to the side uncontrollably.

He hurriedly stepped forward, controlled his center of gravity to move backward, and at the same time waved his frost fangs. If the opponent wanted to take this opportunity to attack him, he would be forced back.

Crown didn't take the initiative to press hard. He judged the distance from the enemy and walked quickly around the target.

The body turned into an afterimage due to the rapid movement, forming a human wall surrounding Plimpton.

His speed is fast, but every step he takes uses earth-shaking techniques.

This breathing skill, which is only at the third level and has been practiced to the end, emits a different light with the blessing of the fifth level physical fitness.

In the study, Flanders put down his book and rubbed his temples:

"It's late at night. I know you guys are discussing things, but you might think my family is laying the foundation to build a house at night."

In the guest room, feeling the vibrations on the soles of her feet, Freya was thoughtful. To be able to make such a big noise means that the battle is fierce. I don't know who is better.

Eliza was currently calculating her family fortune with a small notebook. She was calculating how much money she could really take away with her if she left the Kingdom of Potamia. This was her private treasury.

The vibrations in the soles of her feet beat like drums in the bottom of her heart. She put down her pen and thought to herself:

‘Crown, you must win. The stronger you are, the more dowry you will get. ’

Flanders had vaguely reminded her in the morning that she already understood Crown's choice.

Although they have only met a few times, she does not hate him. Relationships can be cultivated slowly.

Everyone has the attribute of being strong, and children who grow up in a big family are no exception.

On the training ground, Plimpton's body swayed here and there, his center of gravity still unable to stabilize. Even if he wanted to jump, he couldn't. He seemed to be bound to the earth by invisible forces.

Crown observed the opponent's reaction, judged the direction of the opponent's body swing, suddenly charged, and raised the sledgehammer to knock the opponent away.

The target seemed to be suffering from severe seasickness. The body's reaction was a beat slower. It took the giant hammer to react, but it was already powerless.

Like a gourd rolling on the ground, the person rolled out of the field, damaging the rime-like flowers and trees before stopping.

Plimpton had woken up from his dizzy state at this moment, and his legs were still shaking a little:

"It will take you a long time to break through the defense of my armor. If the fight continues, I may not have a chance of winning."

He didn't expect that the target didn't play according to common sense at all. These attack methods were all tricks he had never seen before, but they were effective. He was very angry when he thought about them.

Crown grinned and stomped the ground with his earth-shaking technique:

"If nothing else, there's no problem if such an attack continues for another two hours."

My feet are just a little numb, he added silently in his mind.

Plimpton felt like retching and waved his hand: "You win, I admit defeat."

He gave up, and it was not embarrassing to be defeated, but it was a bit embarrassing for a dignified Silver-level transcendent to be beaten up by others.

"Then I'm leaving. I'm embarrassed to be calling you here and there at the master's house."

Seeing the other party's retreating figure disappearing from sight, Plimpton rushed to the flower garden: "Ouch"

He couldn't hold it back after all, and at this moment he was glad that he had given up.

Crown returned to the mansion, took a comfortable bath, then lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and rested.

For him, the nightlife has just begun, and he is thinking about Plimpton's words: 'In essence, there is also a competitive relationship between gods. ’

Compete for what?

He had never heard of this kind of knowledge, and he seemed to be looking for opportunities to make a few more trips to the Holy See.

There are so many books in the Holy See's library. The last time I looked through them, I could only read one-tenth of them. I just didn't know if there were any secret books that were not open to me.

If there is, 80% of the time you won’t be able to find any relevant knowledge about gods.

Speaking of gods, a question comes up: what kind of life is considered a god?

The evil god is also a kind of god? It's just that evil gods seriously harm other living things, so they are called evil gods, but they also have the attributes of "gods".

His thinking was divergent. After thinking for a long time, he still had no clue. He still had too little information.

However, according to Plimpton, the McLean family seemed to have relevant secrets, and he felt relieved.

Now it seems that being the son-in-law of the McLean family is not a bad idea. If you don't have any connections in the church, you can still go to the wife family to have a look.

He put aside this question, stood up and stood in front of the bed, stimulating the power of Qi and blood.

The Barbarian Bone Breathing Technique has just advanced, and he needs to slowly figure out the training method at this stage.

As long as there is a follow-up method to this technique, he will one day experiment it, and it may be better than the original version.

Sometimes I think about the huge plug-in called Golden Wall, which is equivalent to being connected to a super database. As long as he keeps increasing his 'authority', he can always get the corresponding data from it.

Time slipped gently like sand between his fingers. Kroun felt that most of his life energy was consumed, so he paused his deduction and groping.

He stretched greatly, and after his energy and blood returned to calm, he summoned Arcturus through his Tao Seed.

The giant bear in the north is the last to follow him, and has not yet reaped much of the bonus from the Golden Light Spell. Without Xiao Zao, it will be difficult to keep up with the two Fu Jin.

He had a pretty good impression of this little bear who meditated diligently.

If Fujin and his two guys spent their time out at night on visualization, he would be able to gain a few more points of proficiency every day.

How much longer is a day? How about ten days? What about a year?

He is going to find an opportunity to educate two guys who don't cherish the opportunity. I don't want you to be 007, but at least 996.

"Bang, bang"

There was a dull knock on the door, and Crown opened the door. Arcturus stood upright, hugged his master, and ran into the house.

It squatted well, as if a primary school student was in class, squatting in an orderly manner.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Croun's mouth, he closed his eyes and began to meditate on the golden light spell.

Outside the window, a gecko poked its head out.

Nick took matters in the mining area very seriously. After he handed over the teaching affairs, he came to the mining area in person that afternoon.

Miners died in large numbers. If the cause cannot be found, who will mine in the future?

Don't try to fool the past. It's difficult to block the news about this kind of thing. Miners risk their lives to mine, not to die.

This is his money bag and must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Near Mine No. 1, miners’ dormitory area.

“When the incident was first discovered yesterday morning, the mine truck responsible for the mining and transportation in the mining area did not arrive on time, so I sent people to check. Now the people in question are all detained by me. I think these miners have suffered some kind of pollution. "

Yusef told everything about the mining area. He is now the top person in charge of the mining area.

Nick frowned and thought, and asked after a moment:

"Could it be that the evil god that caused the rat-man mutation spread here?"

The first possibility he thought of was that the evil god had once again bewitched some people.

This place is far away from the parish. If the miners do not go to the church to pray on time and use the magic circle there to remove potential spiritual pollution, they may be brainwashed by the evil god without knowing it.

“I don’t think so. I was there when the battle to reclaim the mining area started, and the situation of these people is obviously different from that then.

In addition, I carefully searched the miners' dormitories and found nothing related to the evil god, not even a small statue. "

Yousef pointed out the problem: "Looking at the dormitories of the first batch of miners who were killed, they were extremely bloody, but there was no spiritual residue of the sacrifices. It shouldn't be the fault of the cultists."

Nick nodded secretly after hearing this and said: "Take me to the first scene to see, and finally take me to the place where the surviving miners are imprisoned."

"Your Excellency, please come this way," Yusef stepped aside and continued:

"You will be disappointed after meeting the surviving miners. They are completely unable to communicate."