My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Let's say that as Crown walked towards the door leading to the backyard, he suddenly heard the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground.

The golden light mantra contemplation method not only brought him quick recovery ability, but also gave him sharp facial features.

Although those two voices disappeared fleetingly, he heard them clearly in the quiet night.

"What's coming in?"

Muttering to himself, Kroun did not continue to move forward, but slowly backed away.

Then, he heard another low, short roar, and immediately understood the identity of the uninvited guest outside.

Who else could be there besides the escaping werewolf!

After these few days of training, Crown felt that his strength, endurance and reflexes had greatly improved.

The increasingly strong chest and abdominal muscles on his body are one of the clear proofs.

He didn't move forward, he was waiting, waiting for the werewolf to rush in on his own without the patience.

Sorry, my door has just been replaced a few days ago!

He teased in his mind and stared at the small door intently.

The sword in his hand was borrowed from the priest. It was an edged star-patterned steel sword. Although it was far less strong than Valyrian steel, it could still cut through the skin of monsters.

Armed with a sharp weapon, the murderous intention arises.

The training of hand-to-hand combat gave him the ability to control danger.

He is confident that with the help of time stopping and the star-patterned steel sword that cuts iron like clay, plus his hard-earned swordsmanship, he can teach the werewolf a more unforgettable lesson.

. . . .

The werewolf maintained his posture, hoping for a nice ambush.

After a while, he couldn't hear any noise from the room, and he felt doubtful.

In the werewolf state, it was obviously impatient. It had not heard any movement inside for a long time. The werewolf let out a low roar again, raised its claws, and slapped the door panel in with one click.

The light inside made him feel a little uncomfortable, and the werewolf subconsciously covered his eyes with his arms.

Crown quickly dodged the flying door panel. The werewolf's blocking action gave him an excellent opportunity.

With a quick step, the sharp sword in his hand stabbed the werewolf's neck.

The werewolf's senses were very keen. It seemed to sense the danger and moved aside.

The steel sword in Kroun's hand changed his technique and switched from stabbing to cutting. The sharp blade cut the werewolf's neck fiercely and touched the bone.

He exerted force on his hand, but the sharp blade could not penetrate further.

Changing his moves again, he stepped back with his legs, grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and pulled out the sharp blade.

The injury on his neck was burning, and the werewolf's roar became louder, and the shrill roar spread in the intoxicating night.

The wolf claws swung forward, as if wanting to tear the person who had caused him harm into pieces.

Crown's body first made a fake move to the left, and then dodged to the right, leaving the werewolf's attack range.

He thrust forward with the sword in his hand. This time, he wanted to put the entire sword into the werewolf's mouth.

Perhaps it was the werewolf's naturally keen sense of combat, but his sword just cut open its cheek and cut off a lot of black hair.

The attack failed, so he hurriedly stepped out with both legs to increase the distance between him and the werewolf.

At this time, the anger completely swallowed up the werewolf's little remaining reason.

It roared again and tried to rush forward.

Unexpectedly, Crown's speed was faster. When he approached the werewolf, time stopped and activated.

The werewolf paused for a moment with his expression twisted in anger.

Although this moment was short, it was enough for Crown to accomplish what he wanted to do.

The sharp blade made of star-patterned steel has been mostly inserted into the werewolf's mouth.

Crown held the hilt of the sword with both hands, exerted force on his waist, and turned his body sideways.

Half of the werewolf's neck was cut open.

The consequence of a ruptured aorta is that the blood is like a faucet that sprays water and cannot be stopped no matter what.

The harder the werewolf struggled, the more blood spurted out like a nozzle, as if it was free of charge.

Crown took a few steps back, away from the place where the blood spurted out.

Werewolves have very strong vitality, but they will never survive this kind of injury.

He still added materials to the weapons.

After struggling for more than ten minutes, the werewolf lay on the ground, completely motionless.

After taking a few steps back, Crown sat on the chair, breathing heavily.

The time the two fought was short, but he consumed a lot of energy.

Real fighting is completely different from sparring.

The feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife is tense and exciting.

Time stood still with the addition of a large amount of Sands of Time, completely stagnating the werewolf's movements, giving him time to feed his sharp blade into the opponent's mouth.

Crown closed his eyes and reviewed the battle just now, looking for his own shortcomings.

When he finished reviewing, he picked up the weapon again and walked to the backyard. Tonight's sword practice must continue.

He casually pulled the werewolf's body and placed it in the corner. Being in the same room with a corpse was no longer a big deal to him.

. . . .

Church training ground.

The sun shone down, lengthening the straight shadow of the priest standing.

"Today, you are late."

His voice was slightly cold, and he made a cold snort: "Do you feel that you have some ability and are starting to become undisciplined?"

"Bang", Kroun threw down the package wrapped in black cloth on his shoulder and explained: "Last night, a werewolf came into the house and was killed by me. After I got up in the morning, I went to the patrol team to make a report, so I was late. Some."

"You're not saying that although they have no effect in the face of monsters, if they make more records, they can report to their superiors. Rhine City may send some truly capable people to help maintain the stability of the parish."

"Werewolf?" Nick took a step forward, bent down and pulled off the black cloth.

I saw that it was indeed a werewolf inside. Judging from the coagulation state of the blood, the monster died at eight or nine o'clock last night.

"The werewolf's teeth can be sold for some gold shields, which can be used as extra food for you. Your food intake exceeds my estimate, so there is no need to pay you now. I'll take care of it while you continue with your physical training."

Crown nodded in agreement, put on his sand clothes, and started running.

Time passed and it soon reached the middle of the Frost Moon.

During the day, during the physical training, strength training, and swordsmanship training, Kroun lived an intense and fulfilling life.

At night, he would also do additional training. Although it had only been more than ten days, his strength had made great progress.

[Golden Light Spell: 4132/50000; Level 1]

[Basic Sword Skill: 586/5000; Level 3]

[Cross Sword: 758/2000; Level 2]

The golden light spell has made steady progress, and the basic swordsmanship has reached the third level, and various combinations of tricks are at your fingertips.

The hidden bonus brought by his excellent basic swordsmanship is that his cross sword has improved rapidly and is now at the second level.

The only bad thing is that Father Nick is no match for him in terms of swordsmanship skills, so much so that he has no one to practice with now.

"Perhaps, we should find Geralt. At the worst, I'll pay to find a powerful sparring partner and spend some gold shield. It's totally worth it."