My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

"I admit that I underestimated you. Your talent in swordsmanship also surprised me."

Crown was in a good mood and said, "Father, come again! I feel that I am stronger."

During the sparring session, his skill proficiency gradually increased. He understood that real combat was the best way to improve his proficiency in swordsmanship.

He was excited about finding a way to make a more efficient liver.

"I admit that you have improved very quickly, but that doesn't mean that your swordsmanship is already strong. It's time to show you your true skills."

Nick bent down to pick up his weapon and raised his fingers at Crown.

The young man had a solid grasp of swordsmanship, and he decided to use his true swordsmanship to attack the opponent's arrogance.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to restrain this servant after he is promoted to extraordinary!

The sparring between the two began again, and as soon as they met, Nick felt a sense of discomfort.

It was as if there was a different person on the opposite side. His moves were no longer rigid but standard, but had a lively rhythm.

There are fewer and fewer obvious signs of the opponent's attack. After a close encounter, the changes of moves become faster and faster, like clouds and flowing water, leaving no trace.

It becomes increasingly difficult for him to challenge the opponent's weapons.

Crown's condition at this time can be described as excellent.

As he continued to attack, mysterious insights kept rising in his heart.

It turns out it can still be like this. He sighed like this more than once. At the same time, his swordsmanship also improved by leaps and bounds.

Nick felt that it was a different situation. At the beginning when the two were sparring, he was able to do it with ease; later on, he was a little less calm.

Now, he just feels like he can barely suppress his opponent.

Sweat was dripping from Nick's forehead. He now maintained his physical fitness at a level similar to that of his opponent, and felt that he might not be Crown's opponent before long.

Unless he doesn't use his strength and directly crushes the opponent with the qualities of an extraordinary priest, but that would not be practicing swordsmanship but bullying a child.

‘What a freak, he seems to be born for the sword! ’

As time went on, half an hour passed.

Crown raised his sword to raise it, and when the priest made a sudden block, he took a step forward, changed his sword to collapse, and knocked Nick's weapon away.

The setting sun was shining slantingly, and the orange-red light covered the entire training ground, mottled the two people's bodies.

The priest stared blankly at his empty hands, feeling unwilling but more relieved and happy.

His swordsmanship ability can only be said to be average among the exorcist priests, but he has also undergone rigorous training for a long time.

What does it mean that a man who has only been exposed to a one-handed sword for a total of five or six days defeated him?

This means that the church in Zach Town is about to produce a talented Crusader warrior!

[Basic Sword Skill: 592/2000; Level 2]

In less than three hours, my proficiency increased by more than a quarter!

The golden color that only he could see in Crown's eyes kept flashing, and his face flushed with excitement.

At this speed, reaching the third level of swordsmanship is just around the corner.

"Today's training is over. Your basic swordsmanship has been very solid. Tomorrow, I will teach you the swordsmanship Cross Sword to kill evil. This is the prerequisite swordsmanship to teach the extraordinary swordsmanship Flame Cross. You must learn it carefully."

"Ah", Croun only had the sharp blade in his mind just now and had already ignored the time.

He looked up in shock, just in time to see the red sun setting and the sky filled with red clouds.

. . . .

The bright moon peeked out from the treetops, shining on Crown's cheek.

His hands were covered with moonlight seals, bathed in the clear light.

The light from the jade pot turns around, and the hour of You passes quickly.

He exhaled softly, and it dissipated in the air like a line of white smoke.

The magical power of the golden light spell became more and more powerful. When he meditated during the hour, his breath was like white frost. But when he meditated under the morning sun, his whole body was like a steaming furnace, radiating light and heat around him.

He stood up and sat on a chair to rest.

Busy with attendant training these days, he has never taken time to draw the talisman. He has never drawn either the Pure Heart Talisman or the Golden Light Talisman.

However, he has experimented with the functions of the time hourglass a lot.

The ability to stop time has a limited range of action. Expanding the body twenty centimeters is the range of the ability.

Beyond this distance, the effect of the ability will be greatly reduced. A little further and it loses its effect completely.

The best use of this ability is to face small but strong attacks, such as bullet attacks.

Facing the impact of large targets consumes the sands of time very much.

The last time I faced a werewolf, I used my ability to stop time, and the Sands of Time were all consumed.

He had a vague guess that the consumption of the Sands of Time was calculated based on the kinetic energy of the target he wanted to stop.

This speculation requires further verification.

Now, the sands of time in the hourglass of time have accumulated one-third of the conical flask.

According to the knowledge learned from Geralt, as the power of the evil spirits symbiotic with the spirit master increases, there will continue to be evil whispers of temptation in the mind of the spirit master.

He had never felt any whisper of temptation, not even in his dreams.

There is only one explanation for this: the golden light spell can eliminate this adverse effect.

In fact, his guess was close to the truth.

The function of the Golden Light Mantra is divided into two aspects. One is meditation.

A calm mind leads to wisdom. He feels that his state is maintained at a relatively efficient peak state, and there is rarely a decline in state.

The second is to eliminate evil spirits. The evil thoughts of evil spirits are a kind of inner demon, which are very restrained by the golden light spell.

Croun persisted in practicing the Golden Light Spell every day, and the evil thoughts accumulated in the hourglass of time were burned away before they were too many.

So much so that the evil spirit's true spirit is always suppressed and never gets any chance to grow.

After Crown felt that he had rested enough, he picked up the sword placed by the wall and walked towards the door leading to the backyard.

. . . .

Under the night and in the moonlight, a black monster was galloping on the street, moving nimbly in the shadows.

When it came to a yard, the monster jumped up, climbed over the fence, and landed steadily in the yard.

Its nose kept sniffing something, and then it lay down on the stove and rummaged around. There was nothing else on the stove, and the monster found nothing.

A low roar came out of his mouth. The roar just started and then stopped suddenly.

This is a werewolf, and its main purpose of coming to this house now is to swallow the guy who injured his head in order to comfort his angry heart.

The werewolf covered his mouth that wanted to roar and cautiously approached the door.

It is very cunning and wants to hide in the dark and inflict fatal blows to people.

When he came to the door, the werewolf leaned his head on the door panel, listening to what was going on inside.

The people inside were walking towards the door, and the werewolf was ecstatic. It maintained a secretly listening posture, with the sharp claw of its right hand raised high.

Whenever someone comes out, he is greeted by a big paw.