My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 157 Yorktown

Brotherhood of Warlocks.

As the sun rises, the brotherhood's training base for spirit masters still looks dark, as if the sun cannot bring enough light here.

Because after a large number of comparative studies, it was concluded that the power of evil spirits will be better released under the darkest conditions, the magic circle here artificially creates a darker environment.

In this way, the newly advanced spirit master will naturally become more powerful, which will have additional benefits for future advancements. Of course, such an advanced method will also have a higher mortality rate.

The Brotherhood wants the best elites, and cost is the least important factor to consider.

They don't care at all about the life protection of the experimenters. In the eyes of these warlocks, the lives of these people are far less valuable than the evil spirits provided in the spiritual enlightenment ceremony.

Feikat, wearing a long black double-breasted coat, black breeches and black boots, casually entered the base.

Today, he came to check how many people would survive last night and become spirit masters.

"Sir, why are you here?" The person in charge of the base bowed and saluted the third-level warlock.

"Warren, this experiment is very important. All the spirit masters are carefully selected. I feel at ease after seeing them."

Feikat returned the greeting perfunctorily and continued: "Open the door to the room."

"As ordered, my lord," Warren walked in front and ordered his assistants: "Get ready and open all the rooms in sequence."

The assistants responded one after another and got ready for battle.

His assistants were a mixed force, including three first-level warlocks, four knights wearing armor engraved with complex patterns and runes, holding axes, and two ordinary people holding torches.

They have already formed a set of standardized processes for manufacturing spirit masters.

The door here is very large, and after opening it, you can completely see everything inside.

The door of the first room was opened by an assistant, and a female creature whose lower limbs mutated into four octopus arms and legs, and whose upper body maintained a human form with cyan scales jumped out.

Her speed was very fast, and her mouth opened wide, revealing a slender mouth like a snake with sharp teeth.

But the assistants reacted more quickly, and a sorcerer spit out a syllable.

At the same time, his hands quickly made several complicated gestures, and he released an invisible force field to block the doorway of the room.

Obviously, this is a poor man who was controlled and mutated by evil spirits after failure.

The monster hit the force field and bounced back, and the warlock who released the force field canceled the witchcraft.

His friends behind him had already released two football-sized fireballs and thrown them into the room. As soon as the fireballs flew into the room, he released the force field spell again, locking all the power of the fireball explosion in the room.

When the smoke cleared from the room, the group saw that three of the monster's four arms and legs had been blown to pieces.

Its upper body was also torn apart, and its two thick arms were missing.

At this time, two knights in armor walked out of the back of the team and entered the room. They raised their axes and chopped the dying monster into smaller pieces of flesh.

This team cooperated tacitly and quickly dealt with the monster. The metal door of the room was closed by the knights, making a "clang" sound.

"It's really disappointing," Feikat said dissatisfiedly.

"Sir, the mortality rate for ordinary people to become spiritual masters has always been very high. Those knights who want to become spiritual masters have a higher success rate." Warren took out the document and typed at the end of the first line. Cross.

"Of course I know this, but my good mood has completely disappeared by half. Let's continue."

Another metal door was opened, and everyone saw a layer of frost condensing in the room, and a man lying motionless on the ground.

A knight walked to the door and sprinkled a large amount of Apparition Dust inside.

A white light rain appeared in the room, and a gray, erratic shadow like mist appeared in the corner.

Then a fireball rushed towards the shadow.

The evil spirit couldn't avoid it and was hit by the fireball, causing a burst of sparks.

A knight stepped forward, drew his silver-white long sword and slashed at the shadow. Black smoke continued to rise, and the size of the fog shadow continued to shrink.

Miserable howls echoed in the room, and soon, the mist suddenly dispersed, and pieces of gray spiritual energy scattered everywhere.

"It's better than the last one, and it has recovered a little bit of the cost," Feikat said mockingly, "Move on to the next one."

After the evil spirit successfully possesses it, if it chooses to merge into the body of a creature, it will physically mutate into an evil thing similar to a monster.

At this time, killing the evil object can only yield a pile of minced meat. Since the mutation has just begun, the evil object's special organs still have very little magic power and cannot even be used as alchemy materials.

If the evil spirit chooses to devour the vitality and soul of the creature after possessing it, then it can still get some spiritual essence after killing it, which can be regarded as reducing losses.

These evil spirits can also be captured and reused as materials for spiritual enlightenment rituals, but Brotherhood research has found that no one who uses such materials again is successful.

They have used second-level knights as experimental subjects, and they have used the evil spirits that failed to re-capture the spirit, and there has never been a single successful case.

Later, an unwritten rule was formed, and those who failed in the spiritual enlightenment ceremony would be directly killed.

The rooms were opened one by one, and most people failed and were killed neatly.

Occasionally, some of the successful ones were pale in face and weak in body, sitting feebly in the corridor after walking out of the room.

The room here was well soundproofed, and Rodney could only vaguely hear the noise coming from outside.

Although he slept very late last night and the conditions in the room were very simple, the quality of his sleep was very high. At this moment, he felt a hundred times more energetic.

The door to the room was opened, and Rodney raised his hand to block the light coming in.

Several people outside were slightly stunned. It was rare to encounter someone who could still stand.

"Name, which patrol station are you from?"

A warlock asked, "They have not let down their guard. Before they are completely sure that the experimental subject is successful, they may bear the price of blood if they relax."

There was once a real case where a warlock in charge of the inspection saw that the experimental subject could stand stably and jumped to the conclusion before completing the process, thinking that the experimental subject was successful and carelessly walked up.

As a result, his liver was taken out by the monster and put into his mouth. Even though the monster was quickly killed by his teammates, he also lost his life.

The case of this unlucky guy was written into the safety manual, and even if he died, he would still have to accept the ridicule of his juniors.

"Rodney Wilkerson, from the [-]rd Patrol Station, Bolton District." Rodney's eyes had adjusted to the light and he lowered his hand.

Warren took out the file, checked the experimental subject's information, and put a check mark: "You seem to be in good spirits?"

Being able to answer this question fluently and correctly cannot be achieved by a successfully possessed evil being.

"Yes, last night's spiritual enlightenment ceremony didn't cause me much trouble," Rodney grinned, "I quickly surrendered to that spirit master."

"Go out of the room and rest in the corridor first. Everyone who is still alive will go out together later." Warren shook his head slightly with regret.

There are indeed cases where evil spirits can be subdued quickly. Some people with warlock talents fail to activate their abilities and cannot sense chaotic energy due to various reasons. However, they will be awakened during the spiritual enlightenment ceremony and become spiritual masters relatively easily.

But these people are also unfortunate. Even if a warlock who studies chaotic energy is in danger, it is much safer than becoming a spirit master.

Warlocks are only in danger when they control elemental power that exceeds their own limits, while spirit masters will be corroded by evil thoughts at all times.

Rodney walked out and waited for the warlocks to check all the rooms before being taken to the dining room.

He glanced at the whole place seemingly casually, counting the number of people alive: twenty-one.

During yesterday's training, he recorded the total number of people participating in the training: seventy-two.

He quickly calculated in his mind and concluded that the success rate of the spiritual enlightenment ceremony was less than 30%.

At this moment, looking at the experimenters who had obviously lost weight, Rodney was completely convinced of how miraculous his brother-in-law's potion was.

The disheveled Johnny was sitting next to him, eating food gloomily, as silently as if his debtor had run away and could not be found, feeling depressed and resentful.

"Hey, man", Rodney happily put a piece of beef into his mouth: "Logically speaking, you should be happy. We are all alive and have become extraordinary."

"Forget it," Johnny fiercely tore off a chicken leg and said aggrievedly, "I originally wanted to propose to Kailin if I succeeded in becoming a transcendent, but there must be no hope now."

Kailin is a civilian employee of their patrol station. She is gentle and beautiful. She has several suitors around her, and Johnny is one of them.

"No, if you become a transcendent, you will definitely get more salary and stronger power. How can a man who is both rich and secure not be favored by Kailin? Several of your competitors It’s far worse than you are now.”

"The price of my Yuling is too low." Johnny became even more sad, "Stop talking and let me eat well."

What is it about Yu Ling that causes it to drop in price?

Rodney was a little curious, but he was too embarrassed to ask more questions, so he just kept eating.

After these new spirit masters finished their meal, they were taken to a room to test their abilities.

Rodney finally saw Joey's spirit control, or more specifically, Joey's spirit control ability - animal transformation.

He finally understood why the other party was disheveled. After transforming into a beast, the other party became tall and strong, with thick hair like a brown bear all over his body, and obvious inhuman features on his face.

Kailin was bitten by a puppy when she was a child. She is particularly afraid of dogs and other animals.

After testing everyone's abilities, the spirit masters entered the training room to learn the basic knowledge of their profession.

As the training progressed, everyone's expressions became ugly and they began to breathe heavily.

It turns out that their suffering is not over after becoming a spirit master, but has just begun.

Every day from then on, they had to endure the corruption of evil spirits, and the stronger they became, the worse the corruption became.

Rodney didn't have much worry in his heart. He had now learned that after being detained in the consciousness space, most of the states that appeared were black or gray texture, which was the manifestation of the evil thoughts attached to the evil spirit itself.

But his spirit control is crystal clear blue, and he has reason to believe that it is the effect of the special medicine he took.

As the spirit master becomes stronger, its own evil thoughts will continue to accumulate.

In a few days, he will take another special potion to verify his guess.

Since that magical potion can protect him from the corrosion during spiritual enlightenment, there is no reason why it cannot clean up the subsequent corrosion. "You are cheating," Johnny suddenly turned into a beast and rushed towards the training instructor, Feikat.

His speed was extremely fast, and the distance between the two was very close, less than ten meters. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the opponent.

Feikat calmly raised his right hand and stood between him and the lycanthrope. His hand suddenly became as crystal clear as white jade.

Johnny could no longer move forward even half a step, and his body floated involuntarily.

"Logically speaking, I don't need to come and teach you rookies, but the enlightenment of you people is related to the Brotherhood's major plan, so I decided to do something."

Feikat's tone was calm, without any emotion:
  "You are just rookies who have just stepped onto the extraordinary path, and you are not yet capable of questioning the decisions of the strong. Today, I will give you a piece of advice: you must remain in awe of the strong, even if he sees your scars and still laughs loudly."

He pushed gently, seemingly without any effort, but Johnny slammed into the back wall of the room like a football that had been kicked away with great force.

Dust and gravel fell from the walls and ceiling.

The room suddenly became quiet, and you could hear the drop of a needle, but the coughing and moaning of a certain lycanthrope made the silence seem less perfect.

"You still need a few more days of training. I don't want anyone to be late tomorrow." Feikat clapped his hands and left calmly.

These spirit controllers glanced at each other, then looked back with pity at the figure prostrate on the ground, and left one after another.

At this time, Johnny had released his beastly state and huddled up in ragged clothes.

Rodney stepped forward, patted his colleague, and wanted to help him.

Johnny pushed away his companion's hand: "You can leave first, I'm much more awake now."

He sat up and said, "Don't show intimacy between us. Who knows if that warlock is petty or not? He might get angry at you."

. . . .

After Crown drove the steam locomotive out of the city center, he maintained the vehicle's maximum speed and galloped all the way to Yorktown.

The motorcycle has a rough shape and the engine is very heavy, but it is very durable. Even if the road is rough and bumpy, the vehicle does not have any problems.

Several people arrived at Yorktown at noon, and Crown parked the steam locomotive at the gate of the patrol team here.

Yorktown was once an old rural town, with row houses on both sides of the road and gardens in front of the houses and gardens behind them.

However, the construction of circles of buildings outside the town completely destroyed this beauty. The original town was like an island surrounded by a jungle of buildings.

"I want to ride a horse in the future and never want to ride in a car again." After getting off the motorcycle, Torres leaned against the car door and stroked his chest hard.

"Man, you should learn to adapt. It's hard for a horse to keep running at this speed for so long." Crown patted him on the back. "There will be more opportunities to ride in the car in the future. You can try to sit on the seat next time." Lay down a thick layer of leather padding to reduce bumps.”

After the roar of the motorcycle stopped, a police officer wearing a black police helmet walked out of the patrol team.

He has a gray and white "W" shaped beard, pursed lips, and a serious face, looking resolute and upright.

He was holding a wooden baton in his hand, and Crown found that there were mottled black and red blood stains on the baton.

"Who are you?"

Nick stepped forward and took out his ID: "We are investigators from the Security Bureau. We will take over the supernatural cases you submitted. Who is in charge here?"

"Captain Nick Misson." The police officer read the name on the ID and immediately stood up straight and saluted: "It's an honor to meet you. I am Patrol Sergeant Elijah Pierce. Please come in. I will serve you immediately. Arrange the food.”

"Guys," the priest turned around and gave everyone a quick shake. Several team members picked up their equipment and entered the patrol team.

Everyone had lunch quickly and sat in Ilea's office.

The sergeant took off his helmet, revealing his gray hair. His original resolute expression immediately turned into fatigue and relief.

"Everyone, you are finally here. There are some things that are not stated in the file, but I feel that these things are inextricably linked to this case, so I will report it to everyone."

"Despite the reluctance of the townspeople, the authorities expropriated nearby land and established many settlements outside the town. So many people suddenly flooded into the vicinity of Yorktown, and the bleak business of the town's taverns immediately became booming."

"In the beginning, there would occasionally be a drunk sleeping on the street who disappeared. These bastards ignored the curfew and came out in the middle of the night. Everyone knew what would happen at a certain time, and this didn't attract anyone's attention."

"About half a month ago, someone told me that a group of strangers broke into an abandoned house in the west of the town."

"Later, the person who told me about this incident disappeared. Some strangers came to the police to report that their companions were missing. These companions could not afford the rent and wanted to live in abandoned houses."

"Since then, people have continued to disappear in the town, both local and foreign. What happened next is recorded in the files."

"Currently, rumors of haunting have spread in the town. There were originally four extraordinary people in the town's patrol team, but now I am the only one left."

Ilea took a deep breath and drew the Holy Emblem of the Flame Lord on his chest: "If you don't come, I might not be able to hold on."

Nick frowned slightly: "Have you ever explored that abandoned mansion? What's going on inside?"

"After a brief investigation, nothing suspicious was found inside. Later, people kept disappearing in the town, so I never went there again."

Crown asked: "I saw a dome tower of a church in the town. There are so many disappearances. It's impossible for the priest inside to ignore it, right?!"

"Father Peter has worked in the church for decades. He has been working in the chapel since I can remember when I was a child. Although he is an extraordinary person, he is too old and incapable of taking care of these things."

Ilea paused and asked: "Everyone, where are you going to start the investigation, and how should I cooperate with you?"

Nick thought for a moment and said: "I am going to visit the priest here first, and then go to the house where the recent crime occurred. You just need to arrange a guide for us who is familiar with the town."

"No problem. If you have any requests, feel free to ask. I will do my best to satisfy you."

The old sheriff agreed readily. He opened the door and shouted outside: "James, come to my office."

A brown-haired man with a mustache trotted over in response.

Ilea pointed to the mustache and said: "This is James Anderson, my nephew. He grew up in the town. He is smart and must be an excellent guide."

"It's an honor to serve you all," James took off his police helmet and bowed in greeting.

"Lead the way, let's go to the church here first," Nick stood up and said.

"Please come with me. The church is only ten minutes' walk from here. Why don't we walk there?"

. . . .

The exterior walls of the church are covered with ivy and ivy.

The red paint on the door peeled off in pieces, revealing the mottled wood grain.

Father Peter stood at the door of the chapel wearing a black robe, with the church's holy emblem embroidered in red silk thread on the chest of the robe.

His white eyebrows drooped past the corners of his eyes, and his figure was so thin that one could not help but worry that a gust of wind would blow him over.

His forehead and face were covered with layers of wrinkles, his eyes were cloudy, and there wasn't much energy in them.

As soon as they met, Nick's face showed disappointment.

This priest was indeed so old that it was difficult for him to stand up straight.

"Father Peter, do you know what's going on in the town recently?"

"what?"

"Several adults, the priest is deaf and needs to speak loudly," James explained, repeating the previous question.

"Know some."

After an unpleasant exchange, no one got any useful information, and Nick led the team members away.

Under the leadership of James, several people arrived at the next destination.

"Everyone, this is it," the mustachioed patrolman said while standing at the gate of the courtyard: "Four police officers went in last night and never came out again."

Kroun glanced at it. There was a red warning tape on the black grille door. Outside the door was green grass and lush trees.

Yellow leaves piled up inside the gate, giving it a late-autumn scene. Spider webs were densely covered under the eaves inside, giving people a sense of dilapidation.

He raised his head and noticed that the curtains on the second floor were shaking slightly, as if blown by the wind, but the windows were obviously closed.

"Did anyone go in after the police officer disappeared this afternoon?" Nick asked.

"No, Uncle Elijah, Sheriff, ordered this place to be cordoned off."

"Then let's go in and have a look," the priest said.

To extraordinary beings like them, there are nothing more than monsters or evil spirits inside. The more you see them, the less scary they become.

The only problem now is that we can't determine what level of evil the perpetrator is.

He estimated that the second level might be bigger. If there were third level evil things, the town might have become a no man's land.

"Get closer." Crown took out the talisman and released the Moon Spirit Shield and Golden Armor for his teammates and himself.

"Captain, I want to apply for reimbursement for these talismans. I made them with great difficulty."

Nick bared his teeth: "You can take more loot from now on."

"Okay, let's do the math when we go back tonight, how to calculate 'more'."

Several people pushed open the door and stepped into the courtyard.

Crown turned around and said, "Why don't you come in?"

James said dryly: "Officers, I'm just an ordinary person, and something terrible happened in this house."

"It's not necessarily safe outside. Are you sure you don't want to come in?"

Mustache shook his head hurriedly.

　The cold is almost gone, I think I can update twice tomorrow. .

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)