My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 137

He made a mistake and forgot to take the time to prepare some sword oil. The evil spirit oil is still very effective against ghosts. With some annoyance, Crown took out his pistol and stepped into the castle gate.

After he left the place where the sun shone, he immediately felt the cold air spreading. Within a step, there was a significant temperature difference between the temperature here and outside the castle.

Krahn felt a vague sense of peeping, and the slight sting of a mosquito bite was even more intense.

There was no doubt that he was being targeted by unknown things, and he felt that there might be a lot of 'things' here.

Buster called out "Meow", hesitated at the gate for a while, and finally got the courage to catch up with his master.

The ground inside the castle is covered with grass and wild trees. Viburnum, acacia, juniper, red silk grass, and ivy grow in clusters, as if they have entered a dense forest.

Under the lush vegetation, there are piles of dry branches and leaves, giving it a sense of desolation in the deep vegetation of spring in the city.

The investigation team filed in, and everyone couldn't help but tremble.

In the desolate courtyard, you can see that a small winding road has been cleared. The bushes along the way have been cut down, and there are traces of turning over the piled leaves. This should be left when the previous investigation team arrived.

There was silence all around, the plants were full of vitality, but not a trace of insects or birds could be heard. Not even Fokine and Buster made any sound.

A group of people looked around and walked forward cautiously. Someone stepped on a branch on the ground, and there was a "crackling" sound.

Nick walked in front, followed closely by Crown.Jason and Del held swords in their hands, four or five positions away from them.Further behind, follow the members of Liya's team.

Suddenly, a woman wearing khaki trousers and a white pullover lost her footing and fell forward.

Liya quickly stepped forward and supported her: "Lorraine, are you okay?"

The woman shook her head weakly and stood up again, but her whole body was obviously trembling.

Hearing the noise behind him, Nick stopped. When others followed, he asked uncertainly: "What happened? Do you need help?"

Liya looked solemn: "Lorraine is a spirit master. She can see some fragments of what happened in a place in the past. The stronger the emotions left in the land, the clearer the picture she sees."

“I saw that in the courtyard where we stand now, an evil altar was once built with blood and bones, and people screamed in vain, drowning in blood and despair.

I also saw a man dressed in black with a calm and elegant smile on his face, watching all this happen with an intoxicated expression. "

Lorraine's body suddenly began to tremble again, and her emotions fluctuated violently.

She put her hand on her chest and pressed it for a while, and continued in a somewhat difficult voice: "The man later turned his head and looked in my direction. I suddenly had the illusion that he saw me from the past, but it was very real. ."

"Extraordinary people who are good at inspirational abilities often have their feelings magnified." Liya gently hugged Lorraine, patted her shoulder, and comforted her warmly:

"The team dispatched by the Security Bureau last time was just an ordinary investigation team, and only the captain was a second-level extraordinary person. Our team this time has many more second-level extraordinary people than them. Moreover, we have enough defenses."

"quack, quack"

Fu Jin screamed in panic, flying around like a headless fly, and then plunged headlong into the air like a plane crashed.

"I'm going to see what's going on." Crown held the gun in his left hand and drew out the star steel sword he made with his right hand.

This weapon was made from two standard weapons distributed by the church. The length, width and thickness of the sword body have increased a lot, making it more like a small two-handed sword.But compared to his current strength, it's just right.

"Jason, you two stay together and everyone else stays on guard," Nick ordered.

"Okay, Captain."

. . . .

Crown's hands flashed, and he only applied the Heart-Cleaning Spell and golden light protection on himself.

He bypassed the bushes, but when he couldn't get around them, he cut off the branches with his sword and headed towards the location where Fujin fell.

Jason followed him, his eyes scanning like radar, looking to both sides warily.

"How long have you been a Crusader? Have you been in a lot of battles?"

"Me?" Croun squatted down and slashed horizontally with his sword, cutting off a clump of oleander blocking the road in a few strokes. "I have only been a Crusader for half a year. Strictly speaking, I have only experienced three or four battles. "

He stood up and turned around and asked, "Are you a little disappointed?"

After getting along with him for a day, he basically understood the character of this teammate, the kind of person who didn't want to be troubled.

Some people play games, and they play with people who don't like food. Jason is like this. He is only willing to cooperate with experts. This question is an insinuation to inquire about his strength.

"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed. However, your archery and spear skills are pretty good, and you can barely be considered a qualified team member. Damn, you can do it."

I saw Kroun gently leaning the sword on the ground, and the orange-red flame glow flickered on the sword.

Jason's attitude immediately improved a bit. After the gray fog fell, the concentration of spirituality in the world gradually increased, and the difficulty of promotion for extraordinary people dropped a lot. However, to become a Flame Warrior within half a year, this growth rate is still quite terrifying.

Strength includes many parts, extraordinary rank, skill proficiency, combat reaction, on-the-spot performance, resilience in adversity, as well as various equipment, potion bonuses, etc. All these factors can be combined to evaluate a person's true strength. Strength, but the proportion of extraordinary rank accounts for a large part.

If he knew that the other party had become a Flame Warrior a few months ago, he wouldn't know what his expression would be.

Crown moved forward, looking for Fokine.

"Meow", Buster growled lowly towards the front.

The branches in front were swaying, and the swaying was definitely not like the wind blowing.

Through the gap between the bushes, Crown saw a shadow walking past.

"There is a situation," he said softly and followed quickly.

He squeezed through the overgrown branches and came to a slightly empty grassland.

Opposite him stood a man wearing a ragged red top and gray fat-leg pants.

Hearing the noise, the man turned around and looked.

Croun saw a scarecrow made of grass leaves and twigs, with a skeletal eye embedded in its face.

It has a large, jagged mouth, and there are black and red stains on its mouth like dried blood.

Poor Fokine is being held in the hands of the straw man and about to be put into his mouth.

"bang, bang"

The moment it turned its head, Croun fired two bullets and rushed forward.

The crow is his only flying pet at the moment. It is of great use and cannot just die like this.

As for the scarecrow, he is nothing more than a monster possessed by an evil spirit.

Evil spirits generally gain power by creating various strange phenomena and provoking fear, despair and other negative emotions in creatures.

They are intangible and can pass through objects, but exposure to sunlight will cause some damage to them.

Not only can they attach themselves to living things, but they can also attach themselves to objects.

After being possessed, they gain the power to fear the sun, but they are also bound and cannot leave easily.

"Meow", Buster roared to cheer up his master. He also ran forward, but at a much slower speed than when playing.

One bullet was shot at the straw man's eyebrow, and the other was shot at the eyeball that was spinning around.

The straw man's movements were not fast, and the distance was quite close, making it impossible to dodge the oncoming bullets.

The bullet did not pass through the straw man but instead embedded itself in its body. The eyeball was also shot out, leaving two black holes on its face with golden flames rising inside. There was a bright red blood stain at the entrance of the hole.

The scarecrow opened its mouth wide and let out a silent cry. It threw the crow aside violently, opened its arms and ran towards the person who hurt it.

When Crown rushed out, Jason did not step forward. Firstly, he needed to be vigilant about the surroundings to see if there were any potential enemies. Secondly, he wanted to see the strength of his teammates.

He could see the whole thing at a glance, and he could deduce part of a person's strength from a simple contact battle.

Crown injected the source of life into the weapon, passing by the scarecrow in the gorgeous orange light and shadow.

He ran forward a few steps and stopped steadily.The straw man also ran forward a few steps and disintegrated in the process of movement.

A sword mark cut into its neck and slashed diagonally downward from its waist and crotch.

A large amount of blood flowed from the wound, but it could not extinguish the rising flames.

Black smoke came out, carrying a faint stench.

"Clap clap."

Jason applauded softly: "Simple, neat, great! I think we will become good teammates."

Without fighting, he didn't know the strength of the straw man, but he could see the rapid speed of his teammates and the rapid passing sword shadow.

Based on these alone, he could tell that this new teammate was not at the bottom of the pack among second-level transcendents.

Crown smiled and nodded, picking up the crow on the ground.

He touched the bird's chest, felt its slightly rising and falling body, and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was still alive, but it seemed like it had fainted due to some kind of mental attack.

"Meow", Buster ran over and rubbed his leg affectionately.

The flames ignited on the straw man quickly extinguished. Crown squatted down and dug through it with his sword, finding two pieces of gray spiritual essence.

He put the spirit essence into a small gray leather bag and said, "Two bullets are a bit wasted."

Jason pondered for a few seconds and said, "Does your bullet have any special effect? ​​I saw golden flames rising from the body of the straw man when it was shot."

"Something special about evil spirits."

"I saw your operation last night. Is this a special enchantment method?"

"So to speak," Crown nodded.

Jason asked thoughtfully: "Can you give me a few bullets like this in the future, and I will try the effect. Of course, I will pay the corresponding price."

"No problem, I will give you a few for experimentation."

. . . .

When the gunfire rang out, Nick turned around suddenly and looked at the direction in which the two teammates left.

"Father, let's go take a look?" Del asked anxiously.

"No need for now, they can handle it." Nick shook his head and refused. In his opinion, if there was a situation in the castle during the day that two second-level extraordinary beings could not handle, they could just go home.

Whether it is evil spirits or vampires, their fighting power is much stronger at night than during the day.

After a while, with the sound of rustling and "meowing", the two of them came back.

Nick smiled and asked: "What did you encounter?" "A scarecrow possessed by evil spirits. This thing will bleed when it is killed."

"How's the strength?"

Crown was stunned for a moment: "It doesn't feel like this. He was killed with a sword strike."

Nick laughed: "It seems that he is not strong."

He turned around and asked: "Captain Liya, how is Lorraine's situation? Does it affect our progress?"

"I'm fine, I can continue moving."

"Let's go", Nick waved his hand and said energetically: "Let's take a good look at how strong the evil forces here are."

A smaller wolf squatted in the grass on the high wall. It glanced at the people walking in the "jungle", stood up and ran along the high wall.Finally, it came to a gap and jumped down from the wall on stone bricks.

. . . .

Several people continued to move forward and soon arrived in front of the stone castle.

Unknown grass and moss grew stubbornly in the cracks in the walls of the fortress, and the lime paint on the walls fell off completely.

The breeze blew, and a gravel fell from the mottled wall and fell into the grass. The dilapidated door made an overwhelmed "squeak" sound.

Not far in front of the stone castle, there was a decorative fountain. Kroun glanced at it and saw that there were only fallen leaves and dead branches inside.

There is a statue in the center of the fountain. The statue is covered with moss, and it can be vaguely seen as a bust.

Next to the fountain, there are traces of a campsite.

An iron pot was placed on the ground, and the embers of the campfire and unburned sticks were scattered everywhere.

The ground was littered with overturned tents, shabby brown blankets and white sheets stained with blood and mud, as well as black and red blood stains and fragments of clothing and armor.

At this moment, a thick dark cloud floated in the sky, blocking the brilliance of the sun.

A strong wind blew from an unknown place, making tents and other things scattered on the ground rustle.

The white sheet was rolled up and blown to one side, but was blocked by an unknown object. The shape of a human body was printed on the sheet.

Buster growled lowly at the sheets, and the fur all over his body exploded.

Croun, who was pretending to be a ghost, raised his hand and shot without thinking.

"Bang", "Bang"

Lucas also fired, and the two bullets hit the shadow on the sheet one after another, leaving two similar holes.

With a short scream, the resistance behind the sheets disappeared, and the sheets were blown high into the sky.

Crown looked up and followed the sheets with his eyes.

At this time, he saw a black shadow standing in front of a stone window, with only one side of the wooden frame left on the window.

Without thinking, he raised his pistol again and pulled the trigger.

"Bang", the golden bullet flew towards the window.

"Hahaha"

Wild laughter echoed over the courtyard of the castle, and the black shadow dispersed into a mist, disappearing into the depths of the room.

The dark clouds soon passed, the sun shone again, and the white sheets fell down, covering the stone statue of the fountain.

Crown asked: "Did you see the dark figure hiding in the room?"

"No."

"No."

Everyone shook their heads.

"I saw it," Lorraine said softly, "I also saw a body in white pajamas hanging behind the black figure."

"The evil things occupying the castle regard themselves as the owners here. Today, we will be the evil guests who come to collect debts. After all, we need to explore the situation in the castle." Nick turned to look at the sun: "What time is it now?"

"Nine fifty-two," Crown blurted out.

Lorraine took out her pocket watch and checked it, with a look of surprise in her eyes. It was indeed 9:52.

The priest asked: "Captain Liya, shall we go in?"

At this moment, a scarecrow with a funny cloth hat poked its head out of the castle door. There were a few sparse teeth in its jagged mouth and a rolling eye embedded in its forehead.

The scarecrow came out and stood at the door, pulling out a thick bone club in his hand.

A long tongue stuck out of its mouth and licked the eyes on its forehead, as if to polish its world.

"Del, go up and test the monster's strength. Don't worry, we are all here. If you lose, we will definitely protect you."

Nick gave the order, but Crown failed to provide this kind of straw man information, so he had to let the weakest person in the team try.

"Okay", Del picked up his hammer and rushed over. Not to be outdone, the Scarecrow came forward waving his mallet.

Del wielded the hammer with both hands and smashed the bone club that the straw man had smashed down.The hammer continued unabated and hit the straw man on the chest.

The straw man flew out and flew back into the door faster than he could rush through.

"Bang", a strong impact sound came, and a cloud of dust rose up inside.

Mud and gravel fell rustlingly on the outer walls of the castle.

Is this the end?Del was stunned, and so were the others.

The scarecrow's fighting ability is so poor, no wonder he was killed by a sword.

Crown saw more dust rising inside the door, and the scarecrow stumbled out into the sunlight again.

The cloth hat blocked its head, and it waved its arms for a while before taking off the hat.

The Scarecrow angrily threw his hat to the ground and stamped on it hard. This silly action caused some laughter.

At this moment, the Scarecrow suddenly raised his head, as if he had just remembered that his opponent was still standing in front of him.

Crown saw that the scarecrow's chest seemed to be unharmed and it was still alive and kicking.

"Bah," Del spat into his palm, raised the hammer again and charged at the scarecrow.

The straw man opened his mouth wide and made a "wow" sound, which sounded a bit like a dog's growl.

Then, it also rushed forward.

Del learned his lesson, this time using a top-down attack, raising his hammer and slamming the scarecrow on the head.

The scarecrow was knocked to the ground and then received a sledgehammer massage package.

Del pounded hard for several minutes, and red blood oozed from the scarecrow's body.

When the scarecrow was unable to move for a long time after being smashed, he gasped and took a few steps back, returning to the crowd.

Within two seconds, the scarecrow struggled to stand up again.

Del's eyes widened and he raised his sledgehammer again to rush over.

"Stay back," Liya shouted. "Physical attacks will cause very little damage to evil spirits. This straw seems to have a great buffering effect on your attacks."

Del turned back and looked at the priest.

Nick nodded: "Come back. I know it's difficult for first-level warriors to cause harm to evil spirits, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult."

The scarecrow rushed over again, and Del swung the sledgehammer and sent it through the door again, instantly becoming the same thing as the light.

"Perhaps this has a lot to do with the choice of weapon. The power of the hammer attack is dispersed. Lucas, try it with a dagger. This scarecrow possessed by an evil spirit is not very fast." Liya explained. Team member.

She wanted to test the level of strength of a scarecrow possessed by an evil spirit. She had never seen such an evil spirit-possessed creature before.

"Okay, captain, watch out." Lucas' voice was slightly crazy. He took out the dagger from his waist and performed various dazzling tricks.

After playing around for two or three seconds, he took out another bottle and quickly applied a layer of grease on the dagger.

The scarecrow stumbled out again, and Lucas stepped forward to meet him.

It was obvious that Lucas was a man of speed and agility. He rushed to the Scarecrow's side, moving left and right to avoid enemy attacks while constantly stabbing the dagger into the Scarecrow's body.

Blood was constantly flowing out from the scarecrow's injured areas, and white smoke was emitting from those wounds, making a sizzling sound, as if being corroded by sulfuric acid.

Liya explained: "Lucas's dagger is coated with a layer of sword oil. This was originally a magic potion developed by the Warlock Organization for demon hunters. This sword oil is particularly effective against spiritual evil objects." Effect."

The blood on the scarecrow's body was flowing more and more, and black wounds were corroded.

There were beads of sweat on Lucas's forehead, but the scarecrow showed no sign of falling.

Another five minutes passed, and the scarecrow still stood.

"Lucas, step back. Mara, come on, let's fight quickly," Liya ordered with a look of confusion on her face.

"Okay Captain", a woman with black hair responded. She raised her sword, took out a bottle and applied a layer of grease on it.

Mara stepped forward, raised her sword and slashed horizontally. A flash of silver light with a chilling air cut off the scarecrow's head in one go.

But the wound didn't seem to be fatal. Some blood oozed from the wound, and the scarecrow still waved his arms and scratched.

Mara took a deep breath and held the sword with both hands. Then she jumped up high and slashed the sword from the center of the wound on her neck, but it stopped moving after hitting her belly.

"It's stuck. It feels like the scarecrow's body is much tougher than the werewolf's body."

"Ouch", a faint wailing sound came, and Crown saw a white, almost transparent shadow floating out of the scarecrow.

Mara hurriedly kicked the scarecrow, drew out her sword, and cut the shadow hard several times.

A wisp of gray smoke dispersed, and the transparent shadow completely disappeared.

Liya turned her face and said to the priest seriously:

"Mara became a second-level transcendent last month. It took her so long to kill this scarecrow, but your people can actually kill it with one sword. There are so many capable people around Captain Nick."

　There is also a 4K picture, which will probably be released very late. .I always thought that I would have more time to code on weekends, but I finally realized that this was an illusion in life.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)