My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

The sound in the conference room gradually weakened, and after a long debate, the archbishops still did not have a unified opinion and could only wait for the pope to come back and vote with a show of hands.

Crown frowned slightly and checked the time. It was just after 12 o'clock, and the meeting usually ended at 11:30.

"What's going on outside? Is the riot loud?"

The Pope had not returned for a long time, and everyone felt a little uneasy.

Drago stood up and shouted:

"Everyone, I imagine that His Majesty the Pope must have encountered some difficult situation. Since we cannot reach a consensus on the issue of reinforcements to the Hinterland, it is better to go out and have a look, so as to help His Majesty."

"Yes, no matter how big the commotion outside is, we can quickly solve the problem with the help of so many Silver-level Transcendents."

"In my opinion, the situation outside is very stable. If there was a situation, His Majesty the Pope would have sent someone to inform us."

Drago had already walked to the door and clicked the magic circle button that controlled the door. The door did not move at all.

"Um?!"

He pushed the button again, but the door still didn't move. He said uncertainly:

"There seems to be something wrong with the magic circle."

The archbishops who stood up and walked to the door were stunned on the spot. Could it be that the magic circle in the sanctuary was damaged?

How the hell is this possible? ! The construction standards of the Sanctuary Array are very high and there is no possibility of problems.

"I'll lend you the weapon," Flanders said. He knew that Crown could put the weapon into his body.

Crown took out the Fury of Thunder, and light blue cold light suddenly filled the nearby space.

Flanders took the weapon, took a step forward, and reached the control hub, ready to attack.

Drago stretched out his hand in a hurry: "What are you going to do? The magic circle in the sanctuary cannot be destroyed."

Flanders raised his eyebrows: "I only know that we are trapped in the sanctuary now, and the magic circle cannot be opened from the inside. Do you know how serious this matter is?"

The fact that the magic circle cannot be opened from the inside means that there is a problem with the entire sanctuary magic circle, which means that there is a huge hole in the Holy See's defense.

He thought that the Pope had been wearing a holy robe to isolate himself from probing in recent days, and he felt inexplicably uneasy.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around, glanced around, and said loudly:

"Everyone, the Sanctuary Array of St. Peter's Cathedral can withstand six levels of attacks, and the chance of the array being damaged is zero.

Now it cannot be opened from the inside, and we are completely unaware of the situation outside.

I think there are only two possibilities. The first is that the nodes of the magic circle have been artificially destroyed, and someone does not want us to go out.

Second, there is an irresistible attack outside and a key node of the magic circle is destroyed. Is this possible? "

Flanders shrugged and continued:

"We all know that when St. Peter's Church is attacked, the sanctuary's magic circle can be opened independently, and we do not need to manually activate it at all.

The second case, I think, can be ruled out.

Either way, our situation is not optimistic. "

There are no fools present. The magic circle that can defend against six levels of attacks has been destroyed at key points. They cannot be unaware internally.

Everyone knew that the Pope had repaired the magic circle a few days ago. Now that there was a problem with the magic circle, everyone immediately placed their suspicion on Osman, and the archbishops started talking about it.

"The repair of the magic circle in St. Peter's Church must be supervised by the Pope himself. Now there is a problem."

Drago shouted: "Do you know what you are talking about? You are slandering the Pope."

"I would rather I guessed wrong."

Flanders spoke word by word, his hand holding the weapon harder:

"Get out of the way, Archbishop Drago. If my sword attack can damage this place, it means it's the second situation; if the magic circle is still functioning, it's self-evident."

Archbishop Martin Hodges of Branden shouted:

"Drag, let Flanders try it. This is also the easiest way to tell the authenticity of his inference."

Akhmed had a close personal relationship with Drago. He came to his friend and whispered:

"If Your Majesty encounters an evenly matched enemy, he will definitely come and notify us, but no one has come yet. Do you think it's normal?"

Drago bit his lip with his lower teeth, stared at Flanders and said:

"If your guess is wrong, I'm afraid you can't bear the responsibility."

This is one of the hubs of the sanctuary's magic circle. If it is damaged, it will be very difficult to repair.

In addition, the sanctuary of St. Peter's Cathedral is the core of the asylum circle in Bly City. If there is a problem here, it means that the asylum circle has also lost its function.

Crown stood beside Flanders and said in a deep voice:

"What if his guess is right? Get out of the way."

Drago hesitated, but finally gave way.

Flanders activated the holy power, the fury of thunder bloomed with a blue luster, and the sharp sword hit the wall next to the button.

The spiritual light rippled like water waves, and Flanders stumbled backwards, bumping into the person behind him.

"Hiss," most people took a breath. There was nothing wrong with the magic circle, it just changed from external to internal.

Drago muttered: "How is this possible?"

"The people behind you get out of the way and I'll try again."

Flanders looked ugly. He didn't use too much strength just now, but he was counterattacked by the magic circle, which showed that the defense strength of the magic circle was stronger than he expected.

The people behind him dispersed, and Flanders released the Holy Power Armor. Feeling that it was not safe enough, he released the Golden Light Bodyguard, and then activated the Holy Power to the maximum extent and waved the Wrath of Thunder again.

The spiritual light on the wall flashed more violently, but the wall was still undamaged. Flanders himself was knocked away at a much faster speed than before.

Fortunately, he was prepared and quickly regained his balance.

"After thousands of years of accumulation, the energy reserve of the magic circle in St. Peter's Church is sufficient, and it is impossible to shake it in a short time. What should we do now?" He asked everyone's thoughts.

Now, everyone is trapped in the room of the sanctuary, and there is a high probability that no one will come to rescue them.

The strength of the magic circle in the sanctuary has reached the sixth level. It is almost impossible to rely on their power to destroy the defense.

"Let me try," Crown said, and he was about to step forward.

He was very depressed. He never expected to encounter such a situation in the Holy See of the Holy See.

He didn't understand the magic circle, so if he wanted to break it, he could only use the stupidest method to consume the energy of the magic circle bit by bit.

"Don't," Flanders stretched out his hand to stop him, "You are our last hope, let's let you appear last.

Everyone, let’s come one by one to test the weaknesses of the magic circle, and then leave it to Crown to deal with it.

Please do your best, we can't afford it. If we remain besieged here, hunger will bring us all down. "

When a person is extremely hungry, he cannot be called a human being.

Martin stepped forward and shouted:

"Yes, Crown is at the fifth level. His power should not be consumed in temptation. Let me be the first one."

He has a close relationship with Flanders and must come out to cheer and cheer.

In the corner of the block, Theo and Moon met together. They were both in a mess, and their faces were covered in blood, mostly from their own blood.

Due to the sudden incident, they participated in the battle before they had time to put on their armor. However, the enemy was stronger than they imagined. The formation of the troops was quickly broken up, and comrades continued to fall beside them.

When they joined together, the number of soldiers around them totaled no more than thirty.

Theo breathed slowly and said out of breath:

"What should we do now, Your Majesty the Pope?"

At this time, the Pope is their only hope.

"I haven't seen the Pope since the team was scattered. What level do you think the enemy's strength can reach?"

"Our strength has reached at least the fourth level of silver, otherwise we would not have been able to defeat so cleanly. I don't know why, but I have an ominous feeling."

Moon patted his companion on the shoulder and bared his teeth:

“Don’t worry, the silver-ranked archbishops haven’t taken action yet.

Besides, Mr. Crown is a fifth-level transcendent. As long as they take action, these monsters will definitely be defeated.

After His Majesty the Pope notices that the situation is difficult, he will definitely go to the sanctuary to inform the archbishops. "

The ominous premonition in Theo's heart became even stronger when he mentioned the Pope. He opened his mouth, but after all he did not dare to express all his worries.

He tried his best to dispel the uneasiness, leaned his back against the wall, and said: "I hope so, vomit."

Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and scarlet liquid flowed down his neck, quickly staining his clothes red.

A conical gray bone arm was seen drilling a big hole in the wall, then passed through Theo's heart and opened a hole in his chest. Blood spurted out like a faucet turned on.

"ah!"

Blood sprayed on Munn's face, and he shuddered. Then he opened his eyes angrily and waved his shield, trying to slap the bone arm away.

At this time, the faceless man who made a sneak attack had already smashed through the wall, clenched his big palm into a fist, smashed Munn's head with one blow, and knocked away the enemy's shield.

Like a thrown Frisbee, the buckler drew an arc in the sky and then fell downwards.

The shield made several circles on the ground, and finally fell into a pool of blood.

As time went by, it was half past ten at night in a blink of an eye.

The cardinals who attended the meeting of cardinals completely gave up on the idea of ​​being rescued. They took the huge hammer that Crown conjured with the Fire Cube and smashed against the wall.

Crown didn't care about anything anymore. He sat cross-legged in a corner and meditated on the golden light spell. He wanted to adjust his condition to the best.

When he visualized the silver full moon, he exuded an aura of peace and tranquility, which soothed the anxiety of the archbishops.

When he visualized the fiery red sun shining on the earth, the blazing torrent surged, and the warm sunshine dispelled the gloom in everyone's hearts.

Crown felt that the rhythm of the archbishops' attacks was getting slower and slower, so he ended his visualization.

Flanders stayed by his side. When he saw him waking up, he said tiredly:

"Everyone's strength is almost exhausted. The defense of the magic circle shows no sign of weakening. I can only rely on you."

"Well," Crown stood up, looked around, and accepted everyone's ardent hopes.

He rolled up his sleeves and prepared for a big fight. He didn't want to be trapped here forever.

Picking up two huge two-handed hammers, he released the golden light body protection and the Heart-Cleaning Curse.

Then, he activated the Breath of the Flame Dragon and added source armor to himself.

The dragon soul rotated around his body, and dragon roars sounded.

Martin felt the power of the dragon soul for the first time, and his words became incoherent:

"What, what is this?!"

He felt a chill rising from his tailbone, as if he was being targeted by some powerful creature, and his body trembled unconsciously.

"I feel a bit like the breathing method mastered by those lingering cultists, Flanders, what do you think?"

Flanders certainly knew what Crown's current breathing method was. He nodded slightly and said:

"What you said is not entirely correct. This is a new breathing method created by Crown. It combines the benefits of flame breathing and the cultist's savage bone breathing method."

Drago said carefully: "He actually learned the breathing method of the cultists, isn't he afraid that the enemy will set some traps in it?"

Flanders curled his lips secretly and sneered:

"Crown is already a fifth-level transcendent, so he can naturally tell the authenticity of the breathing method. You don't have to worry."

While several people were talking, Crown had already made all the preparations.

He first ran the Flame Dragon's Breath for a while to warm up, then released bullet time and adjusted it to a 25% acceleration state.

Immediately afterwards, Crown released a modified version of the fire spirit transformation. His original medium build immediately became stronger, and his fiery red skin exuded pieces of spiritual light.

"ha!"

He suddenly took a step forward, unleashing wild fury at the same time.

This skill allows tamers to carry out crazy attacks while improving their strength, speed and other attributes.

Although the tame beast is not around, he can still enjoy the increase brought by wild rage.

Now, he has used all the amplification abilities, which can be said to be his strongest attack state.

The energy of life surged in his body, and the two sledgehammers were activated, shining with blood-red spiritual light.

The two sledgehammers hit the wall in no particular order, and the defensive aura flashed crazily, as if it would collapse in the next moment, but eventually calmed down.

Crown also suffered a strong backlash, but he was well prepared.

He retreated backwards by the counter-shock force transmitted to him, and used his legs to direct this force into the earth.

After taking only three steps back, his body stabilized.

The Breath of the Flame Dragon tempered his flesh and bones to become stronger, and he was not afraid of such a huge counterattack force.

Flanders was stunned when he saw his performance:

"You are so strong, how can the gap between people be so big?!"

When he attacked the wall, the flashing frequency of the defensive light was much slower than before, and he could not even see clearly the trajectory of the opponent's sledgehammer.

Not only him, but everyone was shocked when they saw this scene, and deeply felt the gap between them and the other party.

Crown paused for two seconds, then raised the giant hammer again and hit the wall.

"Bang, bang" the sound of the giant hammer hitting the wall kept coming, and the aura of the magic circle slowly dimmed.

"Huh," Crown stopped his attack and let out a long breath. Most of his life energy was consumed.

"I've consumed too much and need to take a break."

The side effects of the huge counter-shock force were now fully apparent, and he felt his hands and feet trembling.

"Just rest," Flanders said with a smile, "Now that the thickness of the aura of the magic circle has decreased a lot, I guess it won't be able to last long under such attack intensity."