My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

A huge black cloud enveloped the sky, constantly billowing with a rotten atmosphere.

Parts of the black cloud sometimes come together to form furry tentacles, slime-dripping bellies, and writhing hoof-like feet.

On the ground, there are strips of black tentacles.

There is no sound in this space, and the silence is despairing.

He ran hard, but couldn't get out of this dark area.

After an unknown amount of time, Crown woke up from his dream and found that his clothes were wet with sweat.

Since he started using the Golden Light Curse, he has stopped dreaming.

Now, whenever he falls asleep, he will fall into the same weird dream.

Pollution does contaminate one's soul.

Crown sighed and felt the time: 23:15.

When he returned to the church last night, perhaps because he had not slept all night, he did not feel anything strange.

It had been three hours since Nick left, and he had woken up three times, tortured by the same dream.

Crown felt his hands and feet were cold, so he simply stopped sleeping and continued to meditate on the golden light spell.

Although he felt a little uneasy, he was not anxious.

He now understood that this contamination was the reason why the Golden Light Spell was twice as effective.

There is also something unpleasant about the Golden Light Spell in this detention room. It is built underground and cannot enjoy the bonus of bathing in sunlight or moonlight during Mao and You hours.

The days passed like this, and Croun continued to meditate on the Golden Light Mantra most of the day, and occasionally took time to practice the Rock Breathing Technique to adjust his mood.

During this period, he was able to increase his Golden Light Spell proficiency by about 300 points and Rock Breathing Technique proficiency by more than 40 points on average every day.

Even the Fire Breathing and Dire Bear Breathing Techniques can increase your proficiency by four to five points every day.

There is an ample supply of food here, but he inevitably loses weight because he has not slept even for an hour for a long time, and as soon as he stops meditating on the Golden Light Mantra, his hands and feet will soon become cold.

The belt became wider under the pressure, but Croun's mental state was not greatly affected. Days like this kind of all-out experience are really rare.

Since yesterday, the proficiency of the Golden Light Curse has increased very little, and Quan Ligan only has a measly 81 points of proficiency in a day.

Crown's mood became even better, because the Golden Light Spell was only 320 points away from advancement.

. . . .

"Here we go again, Father Nick!"

Xiao greeted him with a smile. Every four or five days, the other party would visit the only detainee here on time.

"Okay, Father Shore! Today's training session ended early, so I have time to take a look."

Nick responded and continued: "Is he acting weird these days?"

Xiao shook his head slightly: "It's still normal, and there was no warning from the magic circle. However, I have become particularly thin in the past few days. Have you brought a token? I will open the door for you."

"Bring it." Nick took out half of the red badge and handed it over.

Xiao took it and took out half of the badge from his body and put it together.

He led Nick through the quiet corridor and to the innermost room.

He put the complete emblem into the recess of the silver-white metal door. This was a portal made of Valyrian steel, and the door was also engraved with flame-like magic circle patterns.

Above the recess, there is a special white crystal the size of a football cross-section, which allows you to observe everything in the room.

He blocked Nick's sight with his body, silently reciting a spell in his mind and making a complicated gesture with his hand.

The pattern of the magic circle on the metal door flashed with red light and then slowly opened.

Nick nodded to Shore and stepped into the room, the door slowly closing behind him.

The room is simply furnished, with a bed, a table and a chair, and a flush toilet in the corner.

A person sat cross-legged on a narrow bed, making a special gesture with his hands.

When Crown heard the noise, he ended his visualization of the golden light spell normally and opened his eyes: "I guessed it was you. No one would come to see me except you."

"Everyone misses you very much, but we can't get a pass." Nick moved a chair and sat across from him with a serious expression.

Seeing his friend's appearance, Kroun couldn't help but smile and said, "What's wrong with you? You look like you're hesitating to speak?"

‘You must be mentally prepared, spiritual pollution will definitely be enhanced on a full moon night. Frankly, he's seriously contaminated and we don't have a better solution at the moment. ’

‘Then arrange him into a sanctuary. ’

‘It’s useless. The sanctuary can only block external pollution, but it cannot prevent the outbreak of pollution that has already been received. ’

‘We will definitely gather the missing materials for the purification ceremony in the spirit ruins. ’

'Maybe he can't wait, you have to be mentally prepared. ’

Nick thought about what he and Archbishop Flanders had said today, and felt quite uncomfortable, so he said something else:

“Neither Jason nor I have gone back to the Security Bureau, and we recently received special training in the church.

On the night of the next full moon, we will enter a magical place where even better essence ritual materials can be found.

At that time, we can perform rituals for you to completely remove the pollution from your body. "

"That's a good thing, but why do you say it so seriously?"

Crown noticed something strange about his friend.

"It's more dangerous there. Maybe I'm a little worried. The special training ahead will be very intense and I may not have time to visit you."

"Don't worry, I'll eat well and sleep well here. It's much more comfortable than going on a mission outside."

Crown waved his hand and said sincerely: "Can you tell me where you are going?"

Here, he can devote all his energy to improving himself.

Although you cannot wear weapons and cannot practice sword techniques for the time being, your practice of golden light spells and breathing techniques will not be affected in any way.

Therefore, he felt quite happy to stay in this small holding cell.

"This cannot be said. Everything there is kept secret from others."

Nick's mood dropped again:

"If what happened at Yorktown hadn't happened, you would have been on the list."

These days, he learned about the Ling Ruins and learned more about the truth about the evil god.

The more I know, the less hope I feel.

As time goes by, the spiritual pollution on your friends becomes more and more difficult to remove.

If you delay it for too long, the pollution may actually merge with the soul.

Even if it is removed later, it will still damage the host's soul.

It ranges from losing some memories to becoming an idiot at worst.

Crown didn't know what the other party was thinking right now, so he said, "Tell me about what you are training. This doesn't need to be kept secret, right?"

"You can say that."

Nick nodded: "Unlike before, this time we mainly train individual combat capabilities."

. . . .

After Nick left, Crown stood up, practiced the Rock Breathing Technique, and stretched his muscles.

Sitting for a long time hurts the body. Even though the Golden Light Mantra is a way to strengthen the body and mind, you cannot sit every day.

After a long period of visualization, a period of activity is necessary.

Only when you relax one by one can your liver skills be more efficient.

And training breathing methods is his method of relaxation.

Another eight days passed, and before he knew it, Crown had spent twenty-one days in the holding cell.

These days, his figure has become thinner and his muscles have shriveled up, leaving only skin and bones.

As long as he fell asleep, he would still enter that weird dream.

There was something different in the dream now. Instead of silence, there were soft murmurs.

The murmur was in an unknown language, and he couldn't understand it at first, but as the number of times he entered the dreamland increased, he figured out some of the meaning without a teacher.

The general idea is: 'You have some talents, I can transform you into a dependent of the Mother Goddess, let's enjoy the glory of the Mother Goddess together.'

Now, there are some fragments of knowledge in his mind, which seem to be about things like flesh and blood and reproduction.

Knowledge is fragmented and not systematic at all.

Somehow, Crown had an intuition: 'If he really obtains and understands this knowledge, he will become like the acrylic in Yorktown. ’

He understood that the pollution was getting worse.

A strong sense of urgency arose in his heart. When he became a so-called dependent, would he still be who he is now?

. . . .

Today, Crown wanted to try and get a good night's sleep.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate on the golden light mantra.

The proficiency of this skill is just one point away from being able to advance, but it has been unable to take the final step.

To this end, he spent two days and revised the details of the golden light mantra visualization many times.

This is a major change, combined with his recent insights.

When imagining the bright moon shining on him, he tried to deepen the sense of the stillness shining on his soul.

When he visualized his heart turning into a blazing sun and spreading golden light all over it, he tried to turn himself into firewood, burning himself to bring light.

From the knowledge of previous lives, the sun really burns itself to illuminate all things.

The modified visualization method is much more difficult, and visualization is more difficult and often interrupted.

He continued to optimize his visualization methods, and his visualization became more and more smooth.

The silver full moon rises in front of the body, casting a refreshing light. The heart turns into a blazing sun, illuminating the internal organs. The blazing sun moves to the Dantian, shining through the body and emitting thousands of golden lights.

Kroun visualized his flesh, blood, and spirit all burning up and blending into the blazing sun.

He completed all the steps of visualization, and he forgot about his body and himself.

Shore walked out of his room and prepared to go to the holding room for a routine inspection.

As soon as he opened the door, he was suddenly shocked.

I saw a golden light shining from the innermost room of the corridor, just like sunlight shining through the skylight into the dark room, dazzling and dazzling.

What the hell happened? Why didn't the magic circle sound an alarm? !

Not understanding the cause of the vision, Xiao was about to run over when the golden light slowly dissipated.

The light in the corridor became dim again, as if everything was an illusion.

Shore immediately rushed to the deepest part of the corridor and observed the situation inside through the crystal.

The thin body was sitting cross-legged on the bed, straight and unremarkable.

The magic circle runes in the room emitted soft light, and everything was normal.

As a trained priest, Shore knew that the golden light he saw could not be an illusion.

He turned and walked back to the room, sounding the emergency alarm to contact the outside world.

If something unknown and incomprehensible happens, it must be reported to the Archbishop immediately.

What he didn't know was that the golden light had lasted for three minutes, and when he came out he only saw the last trace of it.

At the beginning, the golden light was several times more dazzling than when he saw it.

. . . .

The feeling of hunger came like a rising tide, flooding Crown's body, and his consciousness returned to his body.

I have never felt that hunger can be so terrible, as if my stomach has turned into a small black hole.

The black hole began to spin, greedily devouring everything around it.

First his internal organs, then his bones, skin and flesh, he felt his body begin to melt from the waist down.

He felt that he had lost all strength and tried to stand up, but his footing was unstable and he fell to the edge of the bed again.

His consciousness briefly faded, and after a while, he felt that his body had accumulated a little strength.

He staggered to the door, leaned against it and weakly slapped the metal door. It was painful to stand at this time.

There was no means of contacting the outside world in the detention room, so he could only attract the guards here through the most primitive knock on the door.

. . . .

Archbishop Flanders squinted his eyes slightly, staring strangely at Crown who was devouring his food.

The opponent has already eaten the food for three normal second-level flame warriors and is in the process of destroying the fourth portion.

Before eating, he drank a few bottles of No. 2 holy water.

After the archbishop hurried over, he learned about the situation from Shore's mouth.

Then he came to the door of the room and talked with the detainee. He didn't expect that the other person only asked for food.

From the other party's thin body, he noticed that the other party was severely eroded by pollution, but the other party's mental state showed no signs of being eroded except for exhaustion.

This made his doubts deepen.

Crown ate the last piece of steak religiously and patted his belly with satisfaction: "I'm almost full."

"Do you know what happened?"

Flanders asked his doubts.

"I don't know, I just felt like my body was getting hot, and then I felt very hungry."

Crown shook his head simply.

Is it a second awakening? Hunger usually occurs during extraordinary advancement or bloodline awakening, because the body undergoes qualitative changes and urgently needs more energy to transform the body.

Flanders began to think about it. He had previously confirmed that the other party had activated or mutated some kind of bloodline similar to the children of the Sun God.

If it senses that the soul is contaminated and is about to run out of fuel, it makes perfect sense for the body's instinct to save itself and the bloodline to awaken a second time.

The archbishop was well-read and well-informed, and felt that he had roughly guessed the facts.

He said kindly: "What are you feeling now?"

"I'm tired, I just want to have a good sleep."

Crown felt very tired and his eyelids were constantly fighting.

These days, he has never entered deep sleep. Seriously, he only sleeps for about an hour every day.

If it weren't for the previous good physical foundation and the supplement brought by the golden light spell, another person would have collapsed long ago.

"Then you rest first. I'll come back and take a look tomorrow."

Flanders's smile became more kind, and those who awakened their bloodline would definitely have a deep sleep after a full meal.

He expected that the pollution in the opponent's soul would be contained, so that he might be able to wait until the day when he could collect the materials for the high-level essence magic circle.

After deciding to hold another soul purity test tomorrow, the Archbishop stood up and left.

After Flanders left, Crown immediately summoned the golden wall.

At the very top in the middle, a line of brilliant purple appears.

[Golden Light Spell: 11/100000; Level 2] (Long-term persistence will bring greater rewards, your physical fitness will be improved in all aspects, and all the original derivative skills will be strengthened. New special effect 1: Heavy attack.; Special effect 2: Lightning Reaction.;Special Effect 3: Super Endurance;Special Effect 4:.)