My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

After piecing together, Kroun restored the full picture of the parasitic monster.

It has a long, spindle-shaped flat head, with a half-meter-long hose growing upwards, connected to the anemone-like tendrils at the top.

These tendrils emit fluorescence and have a certain hallucinogenic effect on ordinary people.

Below the monster's head are thick black tentacles, which were dissected into six.

These tentacles have a strong vitality. After being sliced ​​and poured with holy water, they can still remain active for more than ten seconds.

Irrigating the tentacle slices with golden light talisman water will completely inactivate them in about five or six seconds.

An anatomical study added six points of proficiency to his Demonic Scholar skill.

After reaching the conclusion, Crown took Del and patrolled the wall in a complete circle, telling the night watchers that the weaknesses of human mutants were more likely to be in the chest and abdomen.

When the two of them returned to the wooden house at the gate after their inspection, Del opened the door diligently and greeted:

"Adults, please come in and rest. Just go out and check every hour or two. The night watchmen are very attentive. No one will take their own lives for granted."

Crown shook his head: "You can rest, I will train by myself for a while."

After saying that, he reloaded the pistol and handed it to Del: "Keep it for me first."

Then he started to gain proficiency in the Liver Breathing Technique and the Cross Sword in the open space. Watching the skill numbers slowly but surely increase was the most comfortable thing for him.

Del put the gun in the house and listened to the endless whistling of swords on the field. He respected the knight more and more and was deeply inspired. He began to perform strength training.

That night, Kroun was worried all night long.

If your physical strength is low, drink a bottle of holy water and visualize the golden light mantra. When your energy is restored, continue practicing the breathing method and cross sword.

This cycle went on and on, and he never stopped for a moment except for patrol time.

At six o'clock in the morning, before the sun rose, golden light pierced the clouds, and the gray fog began to slowly dissipate.

When Nick came to the tower, he saw the Crusaders of the church sweating profusely in the open space, swords flying in their hands, and there was a hint of heat in the air.

"You're up so early for training after a night vigil," the priest greeted.

"Morning", Crown responded and slowly stopped his body movements.

At this time, the door of the wooden house creaked open, and Hull walked out with a sleepy look on his face and said, "He didn't get up early to train. He practiced all night."

The priest's face showed concern: "Don't work too hard, just take it step by step, and try to maintain a better state to prevent unexpected situations."

"I know." Croun bent down to pick up the cowhide scabbard thrown in the corner of the wooden house and put the weapon into the sheath.

"I have a special constitution, and I can recover quickly with holy water. I feel that my breathing method has improved very quickly recently, and I think if I work harder, I might make a qualitative breakthrough!"

A qualitative breakthrough? Life is just an illusion. It’s only been a month since you became a transcendent, right? ! This is obviously an illusion caused by the rapid improvement in strength after being promoted to extraordinary level.

Nick grinned vaguely, and then nodded with a serious face: "It's good to be motivated, but you still need to pay attention to rest. If you train forcefully when your physical condition does not support it, it will be inefficient to do twice the result with half the effort. Go back and rest as soon as possible."

Crown didn't argue. He told the priest about his encounter with the mutant last night, recounted his autopsy report in detail, and finally said goodbye to the two of them and turned to leave.

Hull looked at the knight's back and sighed: "I don't know how happy Old Moya would be if he knew that his son is so outstanding now. I used to think that he was just an ordinary herbalist apprentice, but I didn't expect that since he went through that... After an evil spirit incident, he was able to become a supernatural being. Tsk tsk."

"After a person faces death, he will always change a lot. He should discover his potential between life and death. I heard from the bishop of the Church Inquisition that ordinary people can only discover 10% or 20% of their abilities, while extraordinary people can only discover 10% or 20% of their abilities. The essence is the process of constantly exploring one’s own potential.”

As Nick spoke, he seemed to hear the sonorous and powerful words of the bishop when he graduated as an exorcist priest, 'If people tap out all their potential, what difference will they make to gods? ’

He turned his head and smiled at Hull: "The captain may discover his abilities one day."

The patrol captain shook his head hurriedly: "Forget it, I'll just follow the priest and wave the flag."

Nick chuckled, Hull's attitude was also the attitude of most ordinary people today, but since we are in this era of resurgent gods, mortals without power are destined to be swallowed up by the torrent of the times.

According to the analysis from the Holy Fire Cathedral, the spiritual concentration of the world is still accelerating, and the difficulty for ordinary people to advance to the extraordinary has been greatly reduced. Now with hard work, many mortals also have the hope of becoming extraordinary.

One day, those evil gods from the stars will fully revive, spreading fear on the earth and harvesting souls. Even if the various gods who held the Kingdom of God high were to return to the mortal world, the situation would not be optimistic.

People without strength may not live as well as ants.

. . . .

Crown returned to his room and opened the window to welcome the first ray of sunlight of the day.

He performed the Great Sun Seal on his hands, bathed in the warm sun and meditated on the golden light mantra, and then he slept for two hours.

Meditation can't replace sleep. He still needs four hours of sleep every day. However, the current situation is getting more and more serious, and the breathing method is about to advance, so he decided to add two more hours a day and wait until the liver results show results before returning to his normal schedule.

The visualization time at Mao Shi and You Shi is untouchable, and the remaining time is used to breathe out liver flames, which will also increase the proficiency of the cross sword.

After the basic swordsmanship was upgraded to the third level, passive special effects appeared. Crown still had high expectations for the upgrade of the cross sword.

He decided to continue hiring Geralt as a sparring partner and improve his proficiency in breathing techniques and cross swords.

The hourglass alarm clock rang in Crown's consciousness. He opened his eyes and stretched, then slowly stood up and moved his body.

After washing, he drank holy water and went to the restaurant to eat. Then he walked out of the church to the open space of the walled gate and continued the liver breathing method.

Accompanied by the tinkling sound of iron coming from not far away, Crown drank the blood-boiling potion, moved his sword like the wind, and the air was stabbed with a cross slash, making a whistling sound.

The sun was setting in the west, and in the afterglow of sunset, Nick led a group of people and pulled seven or eight mine carts back to the church.

The man on duty on the tower noticed the mining team returning from a distance and shouted loudly: "The priest is back with the team, open the gate."

Several strong men shouted slogans, twisted the turntable, and used the pulley block to lift the heavy wooden door.

Crown walked out of the door and greeted them. The road at the door was not straight, and was deliberately designed with five consecutive hairpin turns. In order to block possible attacks from the herd of animals, the rough road could at least slow down the attacker's speed.

When Crown saw Nick, he saw at a glance that the mine cart next to him was not loaded with ore, but a large pangolin-like beast tied up with chains and ropes.

He looked back again and found a corpse with half its head missing on the minecart behind him, and many people were injured.