My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 117 Transformation
Dark green flowers of flesh and blood bloomed in Opea's eyes, and there were also ghost white soul stamens drawn out of them.

At the same time, it was as if a scorching fireball exploded in her mind.

She signed a spiritual blood contract with the blood soul beast. If the soul beast is promoted, it can also lead to her breakthrough.

This is a secret spell developed by the witch doctors of the Kurud tribe after thousands of years of continuous improvement. People in the tribe tame and cultivate various magical beasts, and many of them are part-time animal trainers.

This secret spell is applicable to monsters with great potential, and the Blood Soul Beast fits this perfectly.

Although the thoughts of soul beasts are chaotic and crazy, it doesn't hurt to become a little mentally ill as long as they become stronger.

What's more, through continuous exploration and improvement by witch doctors of all generations, the side effects of the flesh and blood alchemy array have become even smaller. They have figured out a set of effective methods for controlling blood soul beasts.

Now, everything is ruined.

The blood soul beast died, and under the backlash of the secret curse, she immediately lost her mind and fell into crazy alienation.

Oppa jumped down from the brown bear, and her figure became huge like an inflated balloon. She transformed from a delicate and petite person into a two-meter-tall devilish muscular man.

The animal skin on her body could not restrain her strong muscles at all. The originally slender gray-green tentacles on her cheeks and chin became extremely thick, the teeth in her mouth grew twisted and twisted, and her originally charming little face became extremely scary.

A strange howl came from her mouth, not sure if it was pain or relief.

Your sister, the female version of the Predator.

I thought there were no powerful enemies anymore. I just used Time Stop to avoid the explosion of evil things, but now there is no Sand of Time to activate bullet time.

Crown looked at the enemies who came in, then glanced back at Nick who was standing unsteadily behind him, and then at Geralt who was also in extremely bad condition, grinning silently.

They have to pay back whatever they come out to do. The two of them have been fighting against the evil wild boar for so long, and they are close to running out of gas. Now he can only maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness.

Six wolf cavalry and wargs, a giant bear, plus a predator of unknown strength, the pressure is not small.

The Predator opened his hands, let out a twisted roar from his bloody mouth, and then ran forward wildly.

Crown exhaled, raised his sword forward, and charged forward one person at a time.

The wolf cavalry were a little flustered when they saw Opea's transformation. The person in front of them was no longer the witch doctor assistant they were familiar with, and they didn't know whether to follow her.

A wolf cavalry wearing a colorful feather headdress hesitated for a few seconds and shouted: "Follow me, find the great warrior Kulask and ask him to decide." They pulled out the javelins behind them and threw them into the distance, then tightened the reins and controlled He mounted his mount and began to charge.

Surprisingly, the giant black bear turned around and ran away.

"Woo-gu. Woo-gu." The howl of the demonic bird came from the sky, seemingly with a bit of joy, and the sound gradually faded away.

Crown and the Predator met. The enemy pounced forward like a wild beast, its twisted mouth as wide as a football.

Facing such an upright and unpretentious attack, Crown decisively sent the long sword in his hand away.

The sharp sword penetrated the throat and penetrated into the abdominal cavity along the esophagus.

He grasped the hilt of the sword and turned sideways, using the momentum of the enemy's forward motion to slice open it easily.

Never take your opponent's weapon with your mouth, the Predator comes out in a flash, pawn.

The last wolf cavalry to enter did not have a big impact on the situation, Allen came to reinforce, and Geralt did not completely lose his combat effectiveness.

Four of the Wolf Cavalry died on the spot, and the remaining two turned around and fled.

. . . .

Crown wanted to help Nick up, but the other person shook his head and rejected his kindness.

The priest stood up tremblingly with his shield on his back, his face showing a bit of happiness after the disaster: "These ghosts who died in vain must be cleared away quickly, otherwise when they devour each other, they will create a collection of evil thoughts."

Geralt walked over with an extremely bright smile on his face: "With so many resentful spirits, we should be able to create a lot of spirit coins after killing them, right? Let me know how to divide them."

"It's very fair between the three of us."

The demon hunter muttered with some dissatisfaction: "Crown came too late and only participated in the final attack. I used two rare and expensive sword oils and two high-grade decoctions, and Allen also participated in the defense battle."

Nick waved his hand and interrupted Geralt's chatter: "The church is grateful for the efforts of Mr. Geralt and Mr. Allen. After the spirit coins are produced, they are divided into three parts and finally settled with the same number of gold spirit coins."

"Just wait for what you say, Father, be happy." Geralt raised his thumb and agreed readily.

"I haven't finished yet. Since it is settled with gold spirit coins, the employment bounty will no longer be settled for participating in the battle."

"No problem," the demon hunter, who knew he had made a lot of money, agreed. "I am suddenly full of power now. Allen, come with me. The teacher will teach you how to kill these ordinary spirits."

Watching the demon hunter master and apprentice leave, Nick turned back to the person next to him and said, "Do you want to come with us? The spiritual sense of a second-level warrior can detect spiritual bodies."

Crown smiled and suddenly moved forward. He poured the source of life into the weapon and stabbed it into a nearby wooden board.

A misty wail sounded, and a pale light flashed under the wooden board.

He bent down and pulled out a few gray-white fragments from under the wooden board, put them in his palm and handed them to the priest: "Let them do this work, I will check the situation in other places."

The strongest enemy has been killed, and someone is needed in the camp to stabilize people's hearts.

Originally, the priest was the most suitable, but it was difficult for the opponent to move now, so he had to let Croun do it for him. "Very good, go ahead", Nick nodded with great relief.

For some reason, he remembered the day when the sacred baptism was held, when Crown foolishly crushed the ground with his feet, trying to destroy the ritual circle.

Now, the young man who was suspected of being possessed by an evil spirit has become his most effective assistant.

With a gentle smile on his face, he laid the shield flat on the ground, knelt on it with one knee, and began to pray devoutly.

. . . .

Snow was falling, and many people in the camp stayed up all night.

Everyone was busy treating the injured, cleaning up the ruins, gathering the war dead, and directly carried out the cremation ceremony.

Many people sobbed softly, some lost their husbands, some lost their sons or their fathers.

I was busy until early morning and the work was coming to an end.

As the morning sun rose, Crown returned to his residence to meditate on the Golden Light Spell, and then ate some rye bran bread in the restaurant. Returning to the camp gate, there were still loot waiting for them to count.

Four corpses of the cultists were left behind, the leader's, the Predator's, and two ordinary wolf cavalry. These were prepared for dissection to see if they could find out the source of these human mutations. The rest were also piled up. Burn them together to prevent any hidden dangers.

After snowing all night, it finally stopped, and the townspeople were clearing away the snow and carrying it outside.

Outside the gate of the camp, there are many simple wooden frames with wargs hanging on them. The men are busy skinning and chopping meat.

There were several large pots standing next to them, and the water in them kept making a gurgling sound.

Geralt was skinning the giant white wolf, and Crown saw spiderweb-like silk tendons on the skin.

After the witcher finished peeling off the wolf's skin, he scraped off the tendons from the skin and threw it out.

After a while, Kroun picked up the thin tendons in the snow and pulled them hard. He found that these thin tendons were very tough and did not become stiff due to the cold.

It should be able to be made into a bow string. He thought for a while and then rolled up the silk tendons.

"The internal organs of these wolves are somewhat mutated, but the meat quality is fine. We cut a few pieces for experiments and soaked them in holy water. There was no sign of being melted. We soaked them in golden light talisman water and there were no adverse reactions." Geralt turned around. He smiled and said, "Today the chef shows off his skills and gives everyone extra food!"

Crown picked up a piece of meat from the wooden basin on the ground and looked at it carefully.

The meat was bright red, and there was nothing foreign to the naked eye. He nodded gently: "No problem, but all meat still needs to be soaked in diluted holy water. At noon, it will be given to ordinary people who are willing to try it. If there are no adverse reactions, I’ll cook for everyone tonight.”

"Pa", Geralt snapped his fingers, "It's settled happily."

Crown raised his hand, held up the ball of silk tendons, and shouted: "Everyone, please keep all the tendons peeled off during peeling. I can use them."

He wandered around and shouted three times in a row.

. . . .

The setting sun sheds its last rays, and everything on the earth is covered with an orange-red halo.

In the southeast corner of the camp, there were six large iron pots, all of which were used.

Crown directed several chefs to cut the meat into small pieces and then marinated it with the ingredients he prepared.

Two hours later, dinner was served in the camp, and the townspeople ate black bread, and the six full pots of soup were quickly consumed.

Many people drink quickly regardless of the burning of their mouths, and end up licking the bowl clean, feeling unsatisfied.

In the backyard restaurant, the meals seemed even more sumptuous.

Pan-fried short ribs, souped pork slices, kebabs, fungus and mushroom stew. Krone uses different techniques to make various delicacies as much as possible.

The five extraordinary beings in the camp, plus Aviana and Del's daughter Janice, a total of seven people ate with red faces.

The little girl bit her tongue twice and endured the pain and continued to eat until the end.

. . . .

In Nick's room, the lights crackled.

德尔汇报着战斗统计：“我们杀死了206名邪教徒，还有163头座狼。我方死亡732人，受伤312人。现在营地里总人数只剩下2300多人，可用的青壮男子不足100人。”

The air is a bit dull, and the casualty rate for untrained ordinary people facing well-trained enemies is too high.

Del's expression was particularly heavy, and too many familiar faces could no longer be seen.

He sighed and continued: "Many of the wooden houses in the camp were demolished by the monster. Now the houses are not enough. Many people can only take turns sleeping. Fortunately, there is still a lot of available wood. We will build one in the next few days. Enough housing.

The only spoils of war were a batch of wolf meat and wolf skins, and thousands of javelins and scimitars. "

"Wolf meat can be preserved this season, so reserve it first. I remember that the javelins all have metal tips, and they are all melted to make crossbow arrows." Nick's fingers tapped the table rhythmically, "I need you to keep vigil tonight. Del.”

"Understood", Del stood up, "Master Father, Master Crown, I will go on night watch now."

(End of this chapter)