My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Kingdom of Rabia, Lantimat Cathedral.

The light of the setting sun passes through the windows, forming a corridor of light indoors.

Orange-red light passed through Anthony's eyes, making his eyes appear scarlet.

His expression was serious, like a stone sculpture sitting there motionless.

The four archbishops sent by the church to investigate the murder of the silver-ranked archbishop were also killed, and only one escaped. This man has been in a coma for two days now and shows no sign of waking up.

What exactly did they encounter, whether it was a special monster or a descendant of the evil god, there is no answer, because no one who followed the investigation team survived.

In addition, the special service team that received them was also exhausted.

"Squeak"

There was a slight sound of opening the door, and the door to the inner room was opened, and a hooded female priest came out. Judging from her clothing, she was a bishop-level elite of the Church of the God of Knowledge.

She wore a gem on her forehead, and the emerald green color in the gem seemed to be flowing.

"Your Majesty, Archbishop Pierre is awake."

Anthony quietly exhaled and asked:

"How is he doing now? Has his injury stabilized?"

The female pastor shook her head slightly and said:

"It's not good. He is suffering from a special kind of pollution. I have never seen a similar source of pollution. The pollution is constantly attacking his vitality, but the effect of the purification circle is very weak.

However, the Archbishop has now woken up and can use his own power to fight against this corrosion. I can't predict the specific chances of success.

Now, I can only pray for the blessing of our Lord, hoping that the light of knowledge can illuminate the fog of the world and grant Archbishop Piet endless wisdom to deal with evil. "

Anthony's ugly face did not get better. If Pierre could not survive, the Church of the God of Knowledge would have lost five silver-level extraordinary beings.

This is an immeasurable loss, equivalent to the church losing one-third of its top combat power.

What's even more terrifying is that they still don't know anything about the enemy.

"Helena, isn't there any other way?"

Anthony stared at the female priest eagerly and said in a deep voice:

"I can open the secret vault, and all rare spiritual objects and medicines are at your disposal."

Spiritual objects and the like are just external objects, and he never skimps on them. As long as he can keep people around, it's worth it.

Helena lowered her eyes, avoiding the gaze. After a few seconds of silence, she sighed:

"Your Majesty, it's too late. I have roughly studied the characteristics of this pollution. If it can be purified at the beginning of the pollution, it can be easily purified. However, the pollution has penetrated deep into the archbishop's body, in a way that I cannot understand. way to achieve symbiosis with the archbishop.

I have tried the highest level of cleansing rituals with limited success. And I found that when this purification was used on the Archbishop, it actually produced a slight damaging effect.

While the Archbishop is still awake, you should meet him as soon as possible, I'm afraid."

The female priest did not continue, but Anthony fully understood what she meant. The purification ceremony has two effects. On the one hand, it removes the erosion of the receptors caused by the law of foreign contamination. On the other hand, it can stimulate the potential of the receptors and indirectly benefit them. The role of the origin of life.

Now that the ritual is actually causing damage to the target, it means that Pierre has gradually become a source of pollution.

Anthony didn't care about anything else and strode into the inner room, Helena followed hurriedly.

Pierre's upper body was bare at the moment, and his chest was bandaged with thick gauze. You could see slightly gray-black blood oozing out of it.

The exposed skin showed a strange gray color.

There was a faint fishy smell in the room, and at the same time, Anthony also felt a sense of decay in his spiritual sense.

He knew that this was the 'smell' that comes from a rotten soul, but it had only been half a year since Pierre advanced to silver. Even if the other party was quite old when he advanced, it would still be at least several decades before his soul rotted.

Anthony blinked to prevent the other party from seeing the sadness in his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he regained his calm demeanor.

He strode to Pierre's bed and issued a greeting:

"Feeling better?"

Pierre struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "It's very painful."

Now, he felt that the air he breathed was hot, and all the nerves in his body were sending painful sensations to his brain.

He lost his left hand, but the wound had healed. Strangely, there were several black granulations growing there.

The granulation is very short, but it seems to be blown by the wind, swaying gently, but where is the wind in the inner room? !

He gasped and spoke again:

"Your Majesty, Your Excellency Helena, can I still be saved?"

Feeling the silence on the other side, Pierre smiled miserably and closed his eyes. He was unwilling to give in.

A few months ago, he advanced to the silver rank. He was so high-spirited at the time, but now he was lying on the bed, listening to the footsteps of death.

He knew with certainty that in his current state, there was no way he could enter the Hall of Heroes in the Kingdom of Gods.

Since the gray fog came, the material world and the spiritual world where the kingdom of gods is located have been obstructed and the passages have been almost cut off.

Helena said bluntly:

"Your Excellency, pollution has become entangled with your soul and flesh and blood, and purification methods have little effect.

Now, the only good news is that you have woken up and can use your own power to slow down this corrosion. When corrosion is contained, we have time to figure out how to strip the contamination. "

"Do I still have hope?" A glimmer of light flashed in Pierre's eyes.

He could roughly perceive his situation. The law of pollution was gradually devouring his spiritual light, albeit very slowly.

As one side grew stronger, the other side lost strength. His resistance would become weaker and weaker.

"Yes, there is hope," Helena knew that the hope was slim, but she also expected a miracle to happen. "I think you can curb the pollution by meditating and arousing the holy power. You can try it now."

God of knowledge, may you enlighten my wisdom and give me the power to fight against evil.

Pierre prayed silently and began to meditate immediately. His consciousness entered the sea of ​​consciousness. He saw gray mist rolling in the originally bright space.

After a while, he ended his meditation and slowly opened his eyes. There was no joy on his face.

Helena asked, "Is it not working?"

Pierre exhaled: "It's not that it's not working. It works. When meditating, the holy power running in the body can indeed curb pollution, but as long as you stop meditating, the suppressed pollution will spread immediately."

The priest cannot meditate all day. Meditation consumes a lot of energy. He has tried to use various potions and spiritual objects to replenish himself. The daily meditation time can only reach 20 hours at most.

There are still four hours of free time, not to mention that after a long period of meditation, the energy will be very exhausted, and four hours is simply not enough to restore to the best state.

In addition, he can't afford so many high-level potions and spiritual objects.

Anthony understood Pierre's current situation, and said bitterly: "Sir Helena, I have something to talk to the archbishop about."

Helena bowed slightly, left the room, and carefully closed the door.

Anthony wanted to say a few words of comfort, but in the end he said nothing, any words were too pale and powerless for a person waiting to die.

"I will allocate a batch of materials to you, so that you can keep meditating for a long time."

This is the only thing he can do for the other party. He coughed and continued: "What kind of enemy attacked you?"

He must figure out the enemy he is facing in order to be prepared.

"A humanoid monster. I guess it is a human being mutated by pollution. You can see obvious human characteristics.

The monster has no helpers and has a very high intelligence. I think it must have reached the fifth level, otherwise it would not be a match for the four of us.

The monster can release black flames, with extremely high temperatures and strong corrosive properties. It seems to be a combination of the law of fire and the law of darkness."

Pierre spoke very slowly, and he described what he knew as clearly as possible.

Anthony listened very carefully, and he had a certain understanding of the enemy he was about to face.

Neither of them spoke again, and the room fell silent for a while.

"Dong, Dong", a slightly hurried knock on the door broke the silence.

"Your Majesty, I am Pisaru, come to visit."

The visitor is Pierre's younger brother, the second person in the Laurent family, and also a bishop of the church.

Anthony was a little unhappy. He said that he had something to talk to Pierre alone, so Helena would definitely block anyone who tried to come in.

The other party still knocked on the door after knowing this information, which was somewhat disrespectful to him, but thinking of Pierre's importance to the Laurent family, he suppressed his displeasure: "Come in."

Pisaru pushed the door open. Compared with his brother's thinness, he was tall and strong, with a thick and beautiful beard.

"Your Majesty, excuse me, I got a special potion from my friend, which may help my brother's current condition."

He had a close personal relationship with a senior member of the Warlock Brotherhood in the Kingdom of Ribia. The other party was also an excellent pharmacist and enjoyed a relatively high reputation in the Kingdom of Ribia.

He asked for help from the other party and described his brother's injury. The other party gave him a potion and said that he might try it.

"What potion?"

Anthony was very surprised. In theory, the potions of the Church of the Kingdom of Ribia could not solve this problem, and the potions of other people could not relieve the symptoms.

The level of pharmacists in the Church of the God of Knowledge is the best among all churches. The potions of the Church of the God of Life are only superior to them in treating injuries.

Helena raised the golden potion in her hand and said:

"Mr. Pisaru gave me the potion. I took a little just now. According to my experience, the potion contains a special purifying power, which is somewhat like the law of the sun, but much milder than the law of the sun and can be absorbed by the human body."

She paused and said solemnly: "Archbishop Pierre, there is no problem with the potion itself, but I am not sure whether it will have a positive effect on your injury.

Another point is that I can feel that the law contained in this potion must conflict with the law of pollution. I don't know if your body can withstand it.

Whether to take it or not depends on your opinion."

With Pierre's current physical condition, it is difficult for him to withstand the conflict between the laws, so she gave the choice to the injured.

Helena is one of the best pharmacists in the church, and Anthony still trusts her judgment.

He thought for a moment and asked:

"Is the source of the potion reliable? What was it originally used for?"

Pisaru hurriedly told his friend's information, and then said:

"The other party said that the original effect was a secret of the Brotherhood. He didn't tell, but just said that if it was to purify pollution, this golden light potion must be the best choice.

According to my friend's research, the potion can not only purify pollution, but also replenish the essence of life if taken for a long time, although the effect is very weak."

"I'm willing to try."

Pierre took a stand. He understood that his condition was equivalent to chronic death, and he was willing to try any method.

Helena looked at Pope Anthony, who nodded slightly. She unscrewed the cork of the potion, gently held up Pierre's head with one hand, and poured the potion into his mouth.

Pierre felt the warmth of the potion with a different kind of sweetness, and swallowed it in a big mouth. Then, his body trembled violently, and his original blue pupils turned into a light gold, and his expression was extremely distorted.

Helena was a little panicked. She hugged the other person's head tightly and shouted: "Hold him tight!"

Anthony and the two men immediately stepped forward and held Pier down. Pizarro murmured: "Augustine has no reason to lie to me."

Anthony gritted his teeth: "This guy is dead, the Warlock Brotherhood can't save him!"

The abnormality lasted for more than ten seconds. Pierre slowly calmed down, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he was breathing heavily.

"Cough cough", he coughed up a piece of gray bloody sputum, which was extremely smelly.

"Brother, how are you doing?"

Pierre shook his head slightly, then nodded:

"It has a little effect, but the effect is not obvious. Maybe taking a few hundred bottles will have a good effect."

He felt that the pollution in the sea of ​​consciousness was burned away a little, but it was a drop in the bucket.

Helena said: "It was probably a rejection reaction just now. Are you sure the benefits of the medicine outweigh the harm?"

If the benefits of the potion are not outweighed by the harm, Pierre will die faster.

"There is indeed a conflict between the two powers of law, but there is a trace of vitality in the potion that reduces the damage caused by the conflict to a negligible level.

But the effect is relatively weak. If the amount of medicine taken is not large, it will have little impact on my injury. "

All medicines have a daily dosage and cannot be taken unlimitedly. Therefore, Pierre's mood is still low.

"Pa", Pisarru suddenly patted his thigh and said excitedly:

"Brother, Augustine said that this potion has a stronger version. This is a relatively low-level version. Because the effect is enough, the brotherhood did not buy a better one."

Several other people's faces showed surprise, and Helena asked eagerly:

"Where did you buy this potion?"

A new type of medicine that was proven to be effective greatly aroused her interest.

The most effective way to combat pollution has always been to use purification rituals. The cost of that is very high, and the cost of pharmaceuticals will be much lower.

Pisarru scratched his head: "My friend didn't tell me, I'm going to ask now."