My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 241 Good Comrade Tula

The situation is not optimistic at all. Kroun sighed, nodded slightly and said, "I understand."

The places near the coast have begun to be invaded by the strange dreams of evil gods. The situation in the western mountainous area has not yet been determined. The situation in Faruk Kingdom seems to be stable, but in fact it is also mixed with internal and external troubles.

"Why sigh, everything is getting better."

Nick smiled and added: "In the past few months, there have been two more bishops in the church, and the number of second-level extraordinary beings has exceeded 300.

The Brotherhood and the City Hall each have one more third-level transcendent, and our human strength is also growing. "

Crown smiled bitterly in his heart and did not answer.

Facing the evil god and his huge dependent race, the growth of humankind's overall strength is still too slow.

But now that the sky is falling and there is a tall man holding it up, it is not his turn to worry about these things. His goal is to become a strong man in the Silver Realm first.

Seeing that he had nothing else to do, he said goodbye and left.

On the training ground, Tula is practicing sword skills.

[Cross Sword: 4972/8000; Level ]

Although he can use bronze weapons that control the transformation of spirits, he is still accustomed to using normal weapons in front of unfamiliar people.

This sword has been with him for a while, and the weight can no longer satisfy him. When he builds extraordinary equipment, it will be rebuilt together.

The two of them put down their armor masks and raised their weapons in a salute. Tula released the fire shield, held the shield and slightly bent his knees in a defensive movement.

"Your Excellency Tula, I'm ready."

Within a second, his speed went from still to completely released. Almost at the same time as the sound of his footsteps, his figure had already rushed in front of his opponent.

In this world with gods, the power of the church is reflected in all aspects.

This skill has been rarely used since Lushou Jingfu Zhu. He does not need to exercise to maintain his condition because he will never regress.

This breathing method can quickly elevate the body's competitive state and is much easier to use than the giant bear breathing method.

When Crown saw the opponent, he did not step forward. He released the source armor, then injected the source of life into the weapon and then attacked himself.

When Kroun arrives, release Fire Breath for a brief warm-up.

There was nothing fancy about his attacks, just simple straight thrusts combined with the vibrating power of the cross sword.

After a few days of rest, this instinct will fade.

"Then let's get started!"

He has always understood the truth that one must constantly temper oneself in order to maintain one's own state and turn combat skills into instinct.

After warming up, he summoned the golden wall and took a look.

In fact, as long as people are willing to work hard, they will make certain progress. The difficulty is to maintain progress.

. . . .

I don’t know how many surprises the battle in the next few days will bring me. Crown smiled secretly and said hello:

The flaming red light danced on the star steel sword, reflecting his stern face.

It's so fast! Tula's eyes suddenly shrank, and he immediately took a step diagonally, dodged to the side, and swung his sword to parry at the same time.

If he knew that his opponent's peak speed could be even 30% faster, he didn't know what he would think.

He didn't use his shield to parry because he wanted to really feel the opponent's sword skills.

He parried the long sword and immediately felt a powerful vibration transmitted to him, as if his weapon was touching a strongly vibrating steam engine.

'Normally, I am not as fast and powerful as him. '

Tula could determine the opponent's strength from a simple attack.

However, his face became even more excited. Only by fighting against stronger players could he progress faster.

He has no interest in torturing people, he only likes to fight against strong people.

After fighting for a while, Crown figured out the approximate strength of his opponent and adjusted his strength and speed. Sometimes he would attack like a fire, but when the opponent was tired of parrying, he would slow down his defense.

His purpose is to get an extra free sparring partner, and to squeeze out every bit of the sparring partner's strength to contribute to his own skill improvement.

Tula displayed all he had learned, but rarely broke through his opponent's defenses. However, the sword skills and shield defense methods he was proud of could hardly withstand the opponent's all-pervasive attacks like a strong wind.

Fortunately, it was just a duel. If I really faced such an enemy, my armor would have been shattered, right? The feeling he gave me was as oppressive as Mr. Cavendi's.

In the past, the strongest swordsman in the Rhineland Diocese was undoubtedly Cavendi. Perhaps in a few years, this strongest crown will change hands.

The two figures were like two dancing bees. Ordinary staff of the church passed by and could only see two afterimages and the red sword shadow on the field. Their dynamic vision could not keep up with the movement speed of the two people.

The other two bishops of the new diocese were now standing upstairs, observing the battle.

Nick sighed softly: "Crown is still keeping his hand. I have known him for so long, and I always feel that he is improving every moment. It is incredible."

He had seen his friend's state when he was attacking with all his strength, and it was much more wild and fierce than he was now.

Fanny smiled bitterly: "The bloodline of the Son of God is far beyond our imagination. I specifically searched for some secret information in the family's secrets and learned that some outstanding children of the powerful God's Mansion were born with silver blood. Don't deal with such a child of heaven. Comparing favorites is asking for trouble."

Nick shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, stop reading, hurry up and deal with academic affairs. I also need to spare more time to practice and improve myself."

After saying that, he left directly. Don’t be afraid that others are more talented than you are, but be afraid that they are more talented and work harder than you.

In Nick's impression, Crown has always been doing various things seriously, and as long as he does it, he will definitely succeed.

As the time approached noon, Tula waved his hands and stopped, walking slowly on the training ground to slow down his blood flow and heart rate.

Throughout the morning, they were engaged in high-intensity battles.

In the past training, he could still maintain some physical strength even when everyone else was exhausted. Now, he was already exhausted but his opponent still had plenty of energy left. This aroused his competitive spirit even more.

Since he joined the church, he has been praised as the most offensive person in his age group, and Nick has been praised as the strongest defender.

Now that a stronger peer appeared, he was still unconvinced.

He thought he slacked off when he had no one to catch up with. If he could maintain his current training intensity, he would be able to surpass the opponent in time.

Crown summoned a golden wall to check the progress of his sword skills.

[Cross Sword: 5494/8000; Level ]

That's right, Comrade Tula is a good comrade.

He glanced at his opponent walking along the field and gave him a big thumbs up.

In one morning, his proficiency increased by more than 400. The opponent would stay here for a few days and leave with the next airship fleet, which was enough for him to push the Cross Sword to the edge of advancement.

Not only has the cross sword skill been improved, but the flame breath proficiency has also been increased by more than seventy points.

When the fighting intensity is too high, the human body will enter deep levels of exhaustion. Otherwise, Crown would definitely drag Tula to fight all day long.

In the afternoon, Crown practiced Rock Breathing by himself.

The church has delivered his potion quota, and he has two more molten potions and fifteen materials in his hand.

When the Rock Breathing Technique advanced, the only breathing technique that required his liver was Fire Breathing.

If all goes well, he hopes to advance to Silver level this winter.

Three days later, the church's airship formation arrived as scheduled.

When Tula left, Crown's cross sword skill proficiency had reached 6236.

He reluctantly said goodbye to the other party, with a regretful tone: "Come to see me often in the future. Thanks to your discussions, I feel that I have made a lot of progress."

But he also knew that the other party didn't know if there would be another chance to come here.

Every bishop has his own tasks, and there is no chance for leisure. The reason why he has time is because his tasks can be completed quickly. Jinqiang is the biggest contributor, and his efforts are a relatively minor factor.

Tula was deeply moved and felt that he had met a close friend in swordsmanship. His swordsmanship had also made great progress. The abuse he had received these days was not in vain.

. . . .

Lisa left with the church's airship, feeling a little worried about her gains and losses.

She planned to inform the brotherhood of the miraculous effects produced by taking a large amount of golden light potion to gain more support.

At the same time, she was worried that the Brotherhood would take desperate measures after learning of the situation. If they turned against the church and turned against the church, the only pharmaceutical channel would be cut off.

In that case, her best option is to maintain the status quo.

After weighing it in her mind, she finally decided to inform the top brass of the Brotherhood.

Even if the top brass of the Brotherhood wants to take some dangerous measures, it is impossible to take action in the short term, and they will definitely seek instructions from the headquarters.

The Warlock Brotherhood is a pan-continental organization. The headquarters is separated from here by most of the Faruk Kingdom and two countries. It will take at least several months to transmit the news.

During this period, with the support of the Rhine City Brotherhood, she was able to purchase a large amount of golden light potions, which might have eliminated the hidden dangers of controlling spirits.

There is another reason why she chose to report, and that is that there are some outstanding second-level spirit masters in the brotherhood who are also qualified to take potions.

Even if she doesn't report it, the Brotherhood will know about it sooner or later, and by then her situation will become passive.

After the airship landed in Rhine City, Lisa left quickly and rushed back to the Brotherhood as fast as she could.

The first people she looked for were the witch Feili and the wizard Feikat. Both of them took good care of her. When something happened, they were the first people she thought of.

In Feili's room, Lisa seemed to calmly express her findings and inferences.

You could hear a needle drop in the room, and there was silence. You could hear each other's breathing clearly, and everyone knew what this meant.

Feikat was even more heartbroken. If he had discovered Rodney's situation earlier, he might have been able to control Crown.

But it's too late to say anything now, the world has no ifs.

After a while, Feili held her straight gray pointed hat and let out a long sigh:

"Hey, let's call an emergency meeting of all high-level officials. Let's discuss what to do next."

(End of this chapter)