My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

The holy light flares bloomed on the earth like fireworks in full bloom. The two evil gods endured the burning of the golden flames of the sun and fled into the pyramid in panic.

Crown took a step slower and did not block the enemy.

Ten seconds later, several pyramids in the core area were like whales sucking water and swallowing the black mist.

What the enemy wants to do is what we must try our best to prevent.

Crown continued to release the spear of the sun, and a large amount of black mist was ignited by the law of the sun, and the evil spirits howled and turned into fly ash.

In the pyramid, Nubis beat the wall angrily. It looked very embarrassed. All its hair was singed, its body was covered in blisters, and many of its muscles had turned into charcoal.

"The enemy has become stronger again. His attack is more than 20% higher than the last battle, which completely offsets the bonus of the dark sky to us."

Fear flashed in Hasut's eyes. He was silent for a moment and said:

"If the enemy keeps advancing at this rate, it will be a matter of time before this place is captured. We should think about a way out."

He also suffered serious burns, but his divine body was originally like a calcined stone statue, and the injuries seemed not obvious.

"The flesh and blood puppet is not yet complete. Its brain is too weak and it doesn't know how to dodge when attacked. Otherwise, if the three of us join forces, we can hope to suppress the enemy. Damn it."

Nubis gritted his teeth and turned to look at his allies:

"If we leave now, what will happen to the remaining flesh puppet? I guess it is impossible to find a place so suitable for creating an army of undead banshees.

I will continue to strengthen the magic circle. If the enemy comes again in the future, they will be unable to come out.

No matter what, we have to wait until the flesh puppets and undead banshees are born. "

Hassut did not continue to persuade him. He had put all his efforts into this place. If it were him, he would not be willing to abandon everything and leave.

He thought for a while and then said:

"What are you going to do?"

“Nesting a layer of magic circle allows the magic circle to absorb the power of gray fog within a larger range.

I have a deeper understanding of the enemy's law power and can make more targeted arrangements.

Originally, I didn't expect to encounter such a ferocious enemy. The magic circle I built was mainly used to breed flesh and blood puppets.

Now I have re-modified the magic circle. If it is just for defense, it will definitely not be broken by enemies of the same level, unless the opponent's divine power is endless.

Speaking of which, how did he become a god and why did he have so much divine power? "

Nubis was filled with annoyance. Logically speaking, it was impossible for a god of the golden level of the Stigmata to be born in the material world at this point in time, because the current concentration of spiritual power was simply not enough to support living beings in understanding the Golden Rule.

If the Mother Goddess hadn't spent a huge price, they wouldn't have been able to cross the space barrier and 'smuggle' here from the spirit world.

Good question, I want to know too. Hasut thought for a moment and said leisurely:

"Do you think there are ancient gods as powerful as the Mother Goddess planning to resist the tide of gray mist?

That enemy happens to be the chosen spokesperson? "

"If there are such powerful ancient gods, why didn't they take action in the last holy war? In that case, it would be difficult for Cthulhu and Ku'Thun to gain a foothold in the material world."

"Who knows?" Hasut shook his head.

"Bang"

A dull sound came from under his feet, and Nubis immediately yelled:

"Damn it, that bastard still hasn't left yet, and he still has divine power to attack the outer circle nodes!"

Let's say that Crown didn't stop after seeing all the black mist disappear. He flew directly to the outermost edge of the evil god's camp and began to attack the pyramid.

As a master of magic formations, he knows that the defensive power of the core of a magic formation far exceeds that of the edge of the magic formation.

If he attacks the pyramid where the two evil gods are hiding, he may not be able to break through the defense of the magic circle until he uses up all the sun essence and moonlight.

Therefore, it is better to choose to attack the pyramid on the edge and remove the outer circle nodes.

Pull out a few today and pull out a few more in a few days. In a few months, he will be able to completely destroy this camp.

After capturing two more pyramids, Crown stopped. This battle consumed more than 4,000 drops each of Sun Essence and Moon Essence. If he continued to fight, the gains would outweigh the losses.

He summoned the golden wall and observed with pleasure that the heat flowing into his body after killing the evil meat mountain was much more than that of killing a sixth-level creature. He must have eaten a big fish.

[Golden Light Curse: 78256/2000000; Level 7]

[Sun and moon rotation skill: 58014/2000000; eighth level]

[Holy Light Domain (Tai Chi): 1376139/2000000; Level 1]

"Haha," said Kroun in a happy mood.

The Golden Light Spell and the Sun and Moon Rotation Skill have each increased their proficiency by more than 50,000 points. It is an additional surprise to know that he has not increased his proficiency at all by practicing these two skills.

Approximately 200,000 proficiency levels have been added to the Holy Light Domain, which is a gratifying increase.

Calculated in this way, if he can kill all the evil gods in the Kingdom of Rybia, Talon and Namibia, he will definitely be able to push the Holy Light Realm to the second level.

At that time, he felt that he would be able to step into the eighth level with ease.

"Finish and call it a day!"

Kroen, who was in a good mood, clapped his hands, flapped the wings behind him slightly, turned into a golden lightning, and left quickly.

After he goes back and accumulates it for a month, and then takes some sun essence and moonlight from the sun and moon altar, he will come back.

At this moment, in his mind, he regarded this place as a place to gain experience.

Loch Modan City, church meeting hall.

The white-haired Cardinal Scott Guzman looked at the many priests sitting below and said slowly:

"Since the fall of the Church, the situation in the kingdom has become worse and worse, and the city of Loch Modan has reached a moment of life and death.

Due to the cessation of mining in a large number of mines, we cannot get enough steel supply, and there is a severe shortage of steel golems, shells and bullets.

Another terrible thing is happening. The quality of the holy water condensed by the church is getting worse and worse. Do you know what this means?"

As the grazing land of the God of Knowledge, the Kingdom of Ribia has always been the first country to apply new weapons.

The widespread use of hot weapons allowed them to survive the initial crisis, but also put them in a new dilemma.

He stood up, his eyes filled with infinite sadness:

"We use the magic circle to collect the pure spiritual power that escapes when the believers pray, and then transform it into holy water through a series of complex processes. Two very critical factors will affect the quality of the holy water.

First, the piety of the believers;

Second, the mysterious power transmitted back from the magic circle center and the line of faith that connects the gods in the dark."

He didn't continue to talk, those who understand will understand.

When people face despair, their faith will become more pious, so the decline in the quality of holy water must be caused by the second factor.

In this era, the spiritual world where the gods are located and the material world are getting closer and closer. Logically speaking, the mysterious power transmitted back through the line of faith will only increase.

Now the actual situation is completely opposite. Normal people know what the reason is. It must be that there is a problem with the gods, but they don't know whether they are injured or for some other reason.

A bishop burst into tears:

"Can the kingdom of God of our Lord still come?"

His forehead was covered with wrinkles, and his hair was also stained with frost.

Infected by him, a sense of sadness permeated the room.

"I don't know."

Scott shook his head slowly, as if he had used up all his strength to say this. After he finished speaking, he fell back to his seat.

He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and spoke again:

"Our situation will get worse and worse. The most urgent thing now is how to get through the difficulties.

The attack of the evil god's minions is still fierce. If the quality of holy water continues to decline, Loch Modan will be in danger.

We can't sit here and sigh. We must plan what to do next.

Everyone, today you can speak freely and offer suggestions. Leading more than 200,000 believers to survive is what we need to do most."

His tone was much firmer, because he knew that he must not fall down at this moment.

"Archbishop, what is the situation in other dioceses of the kingdom? Is it possible for us to get reinforcements?"

A young bishop stood up, his eyes full of fatigue, but there was always a trace of unyielding brilliance buried deep in his eyes.

When the Lantimat Cathedral still existed, the population of Loch Modan City at its peak was more than 400,000. Now, half of the people died on the city wall to protect their homes.

Many of them have just advanced to become extraordinary people, and a large number of them are just ordinary people.

The death rate of the church's crusaders is even higher, close to 70%.

If the high-intensity war continues, it will take a few months for the entire city to be empty.

Scott glanced at the young man and sighed.

The other party's name is Soren Barov. He advanced to silver three years ago, and after continuous bloody battles, he has touched the threshold of the fifth level and has become one of the most powerful people in the city.

If the Holy See still exists, such an outstanding person should be able to become a cardinal archbishop, but now he is trapped in an isolated city.

He lamented the trick of fate in his heart, and slowly said:

"The situation in the eastern and southern dioceses of the kingdom is better than ours, and most of the other regions are similar to ours. Several dioceses have fallen.

As for the reinforcements, I ask you, if you are the archbishop of a diocese, when the minions of the evil god are rampant, would you be willing to send troops to support the friendly forces asking for help?"

"I"

Sauron opened his mouth and finally smiled bitterly:

"Put yourself in their shoes, I probably won't send reinforcements."

He paused and continued:

"In other words, we can't get any reinforcements now, and can only rely on our own strength to survive?"

He looked at the archbishop, but seemed to be asking himself.

"Yes, we can only rely on ourselves."

Scott raised his voice and stood up again:

"Everyone, the theme of today's meeting is how to save ourselves. Let's talk about all the ways we can think of. Let's clash our minds and maybe we can find a chance to survive."

If he can't find that ray of hope, he will not choose to leave, but decide to die for the city he has guarded for forty years.

He is old and will not have much time to live in the future. He can offer his final loyalty to the church, which is a worthy death.

The priests began to discuss and express their own opinions. It concerns the survival of everyone, and no one is not concerned.

"If we send troops to cooperate with the mining area, we should be able to get a lot of ore."

"It's hard to say. Who knows if the dog-headed people will shrink in the mining area."

"Our situation is not good, and the nearby parishes must not be doing well. If we contact a parish with intact strength, the two parishes will merge into one and we can keep each other warm."

"It's easy to say that the union is easy, but it's too difficult to do it in practice. If we want to migrate people now, it's not feasible to go by land.

Not to mention the Kobolds, even the monsters and evil spirits at night can cause us a lot of casualties.

But using airships for transportation, more than 100,000 people need to be transported for many days.

If the minions of the evil god attack the city at this time, how should we deal with it? "

There are many opinions, but no relatively reliable plan has been found.

"I think our vision cannot be limited to the kingdom."

Sauron said in a loud voice. He stood up and looked around the room. Seeing that everyone's eyes were attracted, he continued:

"When the situation in Loch Modan was extremely critical a few days ago, the God of Light passed by here and helped us repel the attack of the minions of the evil god.

Now, why not ask for help from the Ming Cult? "

The news of the establishment of the Ming Cult in Shattrath City has slowly spread. When it came here, it caused a huge sensation.

Especially, Luther Saxon's statement that the Lord of Fire has fallen was even more surprising.

Everyone envied those who lived in Shattrath, because they lived in a place protected by gods and didn't know how many disasters they could avoid.

In this era of the revival of evil gods, safety is the most attractive advantage.

Someone immediately retorted: "Why should the Ming Cult help us? If we are believers of the God of Light, then there is a slight possibility, but we are not."

Sauron slowly exhaled and slowly said:

"We can be."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the whole room was in an uproar.

"It is undeniable that the God of Light rescued us from danger, but we cannot betray our faith in our Lord because of this."

"Oghma will always be our beacon, and blasphemers will go to the gallows, so be careful! "

Sauron ignored the following discussion and turned to look at the archbishop:

"If we can't hold on until the gods come, we don't need to be judged by our Lord, the dog-headed man's stick can judge us.

Since the age of twelve, I have joined the church's crusade, starting as a squire, and now twenty-five years have passed.

My loyalty to our Lord will not be less than that of others, and even more than that.

However, if the gods have fallen, where should we go?

The quality of holy water continues to decline, wake up, we should not take a fluke attitude to look at the problem.

We are willing to dedicate everything to our Lord, and also ask those ordinary believers to burn everything like us? "

His words revealed the scars that everyone didn't want to touch, and in an instant, the atmosphere in the conference room was extremely depressed.

Everyone knew that what he said might be the best choice, but no one spoke to agree.

"Well," Scott coughed lightly and broke the silence:

"From a rational point of view, what Soran said is right.

However, even if everyone changes their beliefs, it may not solve the problems facing the city. The Ming Cult cannot send a large force to support us. ”

Sauron whispered: “How can we know if we don’t try?”