My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

When Crown returned to the room, a question suddenly occurred to him.

According to his memory, the climate in the north of Faruk Kingdom was such that there would be continuous rain at the end of late autumn, and after the temperature had completely dropped, snow would soon begin to fall.

Judging from this experience, the rain may last for several days.

The mentally polluting toxins in rainwater will contaminate ordinary people even if they do not come into direct contact with them. After all, water evaporates.

Golden Light Talisman Water is more effective against mental pollution than holy water, but he doesn't have much stock now, so he mainly relies on holy water. If low-concentration holy water doesn't work, he has to use high-concentration holy water.

However, the limit that ordinary people can bear is No. 2 holy water. No matter how high the concentration is, they will not be able to tolerate it. The golden light talisman water should be reserved for that time as much as possible.

The consumption of holy water will increase dramatically, so as many people as possible must go to the church hall to pray, and the magic circle must be kept running around the clock to deal with the inevitable dangers.

Thinking of this, he put on his raincoat and went out, walking into the wind and rain again.

. . . .

Several people in the cabin listened quietly to Kroun's analysis. When he finished speaking, Nick nodded:

"I always feel that I have overlooked something, so that's it. But don't worry too much. The magic circle in the middle hall will have a purifying light effect when it is in full operation. We only need to guide the townspeople to pray in batches."

"The worship hall only has a capacity of a few hundred people. Even if it will be purified during prayer, it must take enough time to be completely purified, right? But the population here is three thousand. I don't think it is optimistic. When the spiritual pollution accumulates to To a certain extent, the development of the situation may far exceed our expectations.”

"What Crown said makes sense," said Geralt on the side. "Usually things don't attract our attention when they first happen. When they develop to a certain extent, they will quickly deteriorate at a much faster speed than before. It will be very difficult to save it at that time.”

"I feel that from now on, the worship hall must be kept full 24 hours a day until the heavy rain stops, and it is mandatory for everyone to attend the rotation."

"If ordinary people stay in the house and don't come out, it shouldn't cause large-scale pollution, right?" Nick felt that what the other two said was exaggerated, "However, since you are worried about this, then do what you think and do this If so, the yield of holy water will be much higher, which is also good."

Crown nodded and said: "I will organize the people to enter the worship hall now. Del, you come to assist me."

He directly pulled the strong man.

"Uh, okay," Del stood up and bowed in agreement.

"I'm coming too. I'll leave this place to you first, Geralt." Nick laughed and said, "I highly doubt that Crown can host a complete service."

"Haha, I have this suspicion too," the demon hunter laughed. In his impression, it seemed that he had rarely seen this Crusader going to the chapel, let alone hosting a worship ceremony.

Crown grinned and acquiesced to their statement. His original idea was to invite Aviana to preside over the ceremony. As the priest's chief assistant in handling religious matters, the nun was very familiar with the process of the ceremony.

. . . .

In the chapel, two white candles as thick as arms were burning on the front podium. Crown held a flame Bible in his hand and stood behind the podium. Nick and Aviana stood on either side of him.

On the walls on both sides of the hall, a glass oil lamp with a black metal grid frame hangs every four or five meters.

Special herbal juice and holy water were added to the lamp oil. The light was white and bright, with a calming fragrance, and the whole hall was as bright as day.

At this time, the place was dark and full of people, but it was extremely quiet, and the crackling sound of the exploding lights could be heard clearly.

The priest had already given instructions that he only needed to lead everyone in reciting the beginning of a specific chapter in the Bible. The devout believers had prayed enough times recently that they could already recite it.

"In the beginning, there was no light in the world, only the coldness and darkness of chaos. My Lord Hephaestus cut down the sacred oak tree in the Kingdom of God and dripped his golden blood on it. The oak tree burned with golden and red flames.

Our Lord has cast it into the world, the burning oak that drives away the cold and brings light.”

This is the opening chapter of the Fire Bible, describing the selflessness and greatness of the gods.

Crowen chanted, and the believers chanted along with his rhythm, and the voices were uniform as if there was only one person.

Gradually, his spiritual sense felt gray mist being ignited by transpiration, and white light spots the size of rice grains gathered on the dome, walls, and floors. After blending into them, they disappeared one after another like raindrops falling into the lake.

He has never felt this kind of situation before. When he came to the chapel before, he would not stay for more than ten minutes before running away.

From now on, you can be lazy when hosting services. Nick smiled, reached out and patted the person in front of him on the shoulder, and left the hall.

How could Croun waste all his time on guiding believers to pray? As soon as the priest left, he forced the Bible in his hand to the nun behind him, despite her objections.

Then, he walked to the corner of the high platform, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate on the Golden Light Mantra.

This atmosphere still had some influence on him, and he failed to achieve close to instinctive visualization several times.

He knew that this was due to the influence of the magic circle. At this time, the worship hall was filled with the light of faith. Although the spiritual power of ordinary people was scarce, it gathered together into a tower. The accumulation of so many people and the effect of the magic circle could already produce Qualitative change.

Kroun gave up the immediate visualization. He still closed his eyes and focused all his attention on his breathing. He lowered his mind, closed his five senses, and only used his spiritual sense to feel the atmosphere in the room. White light spots.

He visualized the points of light converging before his eyes, constantly blending.

Not long after, the rays of light from the stars converged into a bright full moon, and his vision returned to its normal trajectory.

The prayers gradually became quieter, and Crown ended his visualization.

He summoned a golden wall to check the proficiency of the Golden Light Spell. During the visualization process, he felt that the activity of his spiritual sense was relatively high, almost reaching the level when absorbing spiritual coins.

[Golden Light Spell: 8499/50000; Level 1]

Crown quickly calculated in his mind and visualized the fifteen great heavens. According to previous experience, he could increase his proficiency by about fifty points, with an error of no more than two points.

The visualization just now increased the proficiency by a total of 63 points, and the effect was almost the same as when absorbing spiritual essence, with the efficiency increased by about 20%.

If I had discovered this benefit earlier, I would have saved so many spiritual coins by squatting in the chapel hall without going out.

Croun felt that he was a big injustice sitting on a treasure mountain and crying about poverty.

He decided to experiment later on whether he could control the hourglass of time to absorb the spiritual energy that escaped during prayer. If he could quickly generate the sand of time, he felt that he would wake up laughing in his dreams.