My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

With the death of the evil thing, the shadow recedes like the ebb of the sea.

There was no hesitation or cowardice during the battle, but at this moment, Crown felt apprehensive.

If it hadn't been for extraordinary performance, it would have been dangerous just now.

The priest obviously misjudged the enemy's strength, which almost got him involved.

Crown turned around and saw the blazing sacred fire on the bell tower, illuminating every inch of the square, and felt reassured.

After thinking about the battle just now, he vaguely understood the reason for his extraordinary performance, but he didn't care to check and rushed to Nick's side like a whirlwind.

At present, the other party is his boss and the guide on the knight's extraordinary path, and he needs to be treated both publicly and privately.

If the priest dies, judging from the current situation, his connection with the church will be interrupted. He doesn't even have a map of the nearby area in his hand.

After these days of understanding, he knew that this was a world where gods did exist, and the power of gods overrided the rights of kings.

Many kings are even direct descendants of gods.

It's hard to get into a powerful organization, and you haven't enjoyed any privileges yet, so you still have to hold on tight.

He found that the priest had just fallen into a coma at this time. His eyebrows were twisted together, his face was pale and his breathing was rapid, his body was slightly hot and he was still shaking slightly, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

He opened his leather armor and took out his talisman from his shirt pocket.

Now, I also carry a stack of pure heart charms and three or four golden light charms with me.

He took out the Pure Heart Talisman and put it on the priest's forehead, and then took out the Golden Light Talisman and pasted it on his cheek.

The silver flowing on the Pure Heart Talisman is like white moonlight.

After two or three seconds, the priest's breathing slowly became long and even, and a comfortable smile appeared on his face.

Seeing that the priest was no longer seriously injured, Crown took out a bottle of No. Ⅱ holy water and poured it into him.

After doing this, he had time to pick up the loot.

These spiritual condensations like large 'snowflakes' should be the materials for making spiritual coins. In his spiritual perception, the materials all shone with a slight silver light, and some emitted a pale golden light.

The picking up work went smoothly. After walking around the square, Crown got all the trophies and checked the status of the ordinary people.

He found that most of them just fainted, except for a dozen unlucky ones.

Some of these people had bulging eyes and wide-open mouths, as if they were drowning; some had dark complexions and facial features that were twisted together by some invisible force. Another one actually inserted his fingers into his eye sockets.

One thing they have in common is that their skin looks dehydrated and their hair is extremely dry and colorless, like old bacon that has been dried for a long time.

He heard from the priest that ordinary people are now considered a strategic resource, especially those with pious beliefs and are high-quality providers of the light of their faith.

Fortunately, these casualties were not serious.

Crown returned to the priest and saw that his face had returned to rosy, so he took off the Taoist talisman from his body and put it back in his pocket.

The golden light talismans that exploded with the evil objects had been burned out, so there was no need for him to clean them up.

Seeing that the matter here had been dealt with, he carried Nick on his shoulders, picked up his two weapons with one hand and returned to the church.

It's so heavy. Crown complained. The priest and the armor on his body were not heavy, but the tower shield and flail were so heavy. With his current strength, it actually hurt his arm from the fall.

He walked towards the backyard rest area, and suddenly heard a commotion in front of him, so he hurried over a few steps.

. . . .

When Crown arrived, he found Geralt standing on the training field with a sword in his hand. A few drops of green liquid slipped from the sword, and the sword was once again spotless and reflected the cold light.

A little girl opened her arms in front of him.

The girl was seven or eight years old, wearing a yellowed linen dress, her face was dirty, and her hair was tied back randomly.

"Get out of the way," the witcher said in a cold tone, like the howling cold wind when the snow falls in the winter moon.

The girl shook her head, her voice hard and hoarse: "No! My father can still recognize me, please save him."

Crown saw that the girl's eyes were filled with crystal tears, and her legs were shaking violently, but she still stood firmly in front of the demon hunter.

Behind her, a strong man in his thirties squatted with his face twisted in pain, his hands clenched into fists.

The veins in his arms stood out because he exerted too much force.

The crowd moved away from the few people who were confronting each other, and gentle chatter could be heard.

"These mutated ones should really be killed. The knight with the sword just now did the right thing."

"Yes, Smith bit several people to death after his mutation."

"Del has also mutated and must be killed quickly."

"Yes."

"What's going on? Someone has mutated again?" Crown glanced and found a few more corpses on the ground, all of which looked disgusting after mutation.

"You came just in time. Let the church handle this kind of thing." The witcher pointed at the girl, "There is also a mutated one."

The white-haired man turned around and was shocked to see Crown carrying Nick on his shoulders: "What happened? I rushed out after hearing the bell and found that you two had already gone out to deal with it, so I didn't follow. Could it be that the monster came back to kill him again? "

The witcher took a few steps closer: "Is the priest seriously injured?"

"The priest is fine, he just fell into a coma after losing his strength. There was an accident in the church square, but it was resolved. Please help and send him back to his room."

Crown threw the priest's weapon to the ground. "Boom", the ground shook slightly.

The demon hunter nodded, carried the priest on his back and left: "Let's take care of the rest. I still have to teach Allen."

Approaching the girl, Crown noticed that on the other side of the blind spot, the man's arm had several bone-deep wounds with green tentacles growing out of it. His eyes were bloodshot, but for some reason he had not lost them yet. There were no large-scale changes in his mind or body.

The girl raised her head: "I can't let you hurt my father. He was bitten by a monster because he was trying to save me. I have already lost my mother and younger brothers and sisters, and I can't do it anymore."

Croun's figure flashed and he slashed the girl on the back of the head with his knife.

When he knocked the girl unconscious, the man on the ground shouted loudly and rushed over.

Blue lines appeared on the man's face, and two of his teeth grew half an inch longer and turned into sharp tiger teeth.

With a flying kick, Kroun kicked the man in the face, sending him flying seven or eight meters away.

What surprised him was that his completely unrestrained kick did not blow off this ordinary man's head.

With his current strength, it is definitely not normal.

The man rolled a few times, stood up again, got on all fours and began to rush forward.

Grabbing the back of the girl's neck with one hand and lifting it in front of him, Crown sneered and shouted, "If you move forward any further, I will break her neck."

Of course he would not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but seeing that the man was still rational just now, he wanted to test whether the other party still maintained a trace of rationality at this moment.