My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

"Did you start training this young man as soon as you came here? Did it cost you a lot of effort and money?"

A weird smile appeared on Nick's face. He coughed twice to relieve his somewhat embarrassed mood: "I just recently saw him cultivated by his hands. He must have been trained for a month. He is a genius."

"In one month, he has reached the standard for promotion to extraordinary. It seems that he has a strong foundation." Hamfa smiled enviously: "You have found a treasure."

Nick was about to say something, but finally swallowed all the words.

Tell the other party that Croun was just an ordinary young man before he experienced the evil spirit incident?

No, no, he wasn't going to tell anyone about this. With such a powerful helper, it was enough for him to know how talented the young man was.

He cleared his throat and changed the subject: "Why did you arrive so quickly this time and bring so many things? According to past practice, if it takes less than ten days and a half, the Affairs Office will not pay attention at all."

Hamfa's expression immediately became serious, and he sat up straight unconsciously: "Do you still remember the Catholic instructions when we officially graduated as exorcist priests?"

"He said a lot. Which sentence are you referring to?"

"When night falls, it may block the brilliance of the flame, but we always have hope in our hearts, and a bright future is ahead." When Hamfa spoke, he pressed his hands on the holy emblem on his chest, and his eyes were firm.

"Hey, old friend, why are you so formal all of a sudden?" The priest thought his old friend was too serious and laughed.

"Nick, the Farouk Kingdom is on the westernmost side of the continent, and the Andes Mountains block the kingdom from the sea. This is a landlocked country, and we don't know many things. The evil spirits of the past have awakened, and they have sunk to the bottom of the sea. A huge city appears in the world again."

"When the gray mist fills all corners of the world, the real terror will come. The bishop ordered that all churches must keep the flames burning in the future."

The priest was confused and asked, "Why can't I understand what you are talking about?"

Hamfa took out a pamphlet from his arms and handed it to his old friend: "Take a look, I just learned about it."

Nick quickly flipped through the book. When he finished browsing and closed the book, his hands clenched his fists unconsciously: "Those demons from the stars called the Old Masters are not dead, they are just sleeping on the bottom of the sea. Now they are here again." Wake up and want to cover the world in darkness again, are you sure this is not a nonsense novel?"

The pale priest didn't reply, knowing that he needed to give his old friend some time to digest the depressing news. When he learned all this from the cardinal's own words, he was also in disbelief.

The enemy of the gods, and the enemy who has the upper hand in the battle with the gods, sounds so desperate.

After a while, Nick's excitement calmed down and he asked: "So, you brought the church's response method?"

"Yes, the light of faith can dispel the invasion of gray fog. This is the method the gods found at the end of the last era. We will light the fire of hope in the church and illuminate the world that is about to fall into darkness."

Hamfa paused and continued: "It will take a long time for those old masters to recover. Now only their dependents are resurrected. By the time they wake up, the gods living in the sky can break the mortal world and the gods. Barriers between countries have come to the world. The spirituality of the world is still improving, and we can continue to become stronger. The church predicts that the Kingdom of Faruk will be invaded by the gray fog. After the budding moon next year, we still have more than three months in the world. You can prepare, you have more time to prepare here.”

"Haha, being in the remote countryside on the west side of the kingdom has a time advantage." Nick shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"The burning of the holy fire requires the power of faith. We need to rearrange the magic circle for making holy water, which will take a lot of time. Does the church store much power of faith?"

"Not many. There are only a few devout believers after all. The residents here work for a living every day and worship once a week. At other times, no one comes to pray at all. I am worried that the light of faith is not enough to support the burning of the holy fire."

The priest was a little worried. The parish was remote, the population was small, and the light of faith collected was limited. These problems could not be solved.

"Don't worry," Hamfa said unhurriedly: "They will become pious. When the gray fog descends and despair fills the air, they will all become devout believers. If people are pious enough, the light of faith they collect will not matter the quality. Both quantity and quantity will be greatly improved.”

Nick also laughed. His old friend was right. When people fall into despair and find that the church can really save them, they will definitely become devout, and they may even become fanatical believers.

Bang bang.

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two people in the house.

"Two pastors, the one named Croun has come to the church."

"Okay," the priest responded and said with a smile, "Let's go, old friend, to witness that my guardian officially becomes a transcendent."

"I think so too."

The two walked out of the room and went straight to the training ground.

. . . .

On the training ground, Crown stood straight in the center wearing a silver half-body armor.

Nick looked at his full spirit and nodded with satisfaction: "Today, Father Hamfa brought the magic potion to advance to the extraordinary. Fighting is the catalyst to advance to the extraordinary. You are about to drink the magic potion, and the two priests have already advanced. The extraordinary Crusader warriors fought to the death, awakened their own life seeds in a desperate situation, and completed the sublimation leap of life levels. Let me ask you, are you ready?"

"Ready!"

Crown's voice was loud and firm.

"Then let's get started. Remember, the potion will burn your vitality. If you can't break through in the battle, you will die after your vitality is exhausted."

Nick handed him the red potion that was like boiling lava in his hand.

Crown took the potion and swallowed it without any hesitation.

It was like taking a sip of boiling water, and the heat filled his mouth. The heat traveled down his throat and down his esophagus. He felt like a blazing fire was burning in his body, and his skin seemed to be burning.

A red-bearded knight wearing leather armor appeared: "Come on, either start the path to transcendence, or die by my sword!"

Crown laughed loudly, picked up his sharp sword, and shook it into a sword flower.

He rushed forward under the cold light.

He understands that he must squeeze out all his potential in order to advance to transcendence.

His arms were stretched and raised while running, and an afterimage appeared from his body, stabbing at the red beard with a careless look on his face.