My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 162
  Kroun controlled the silver-white ball to roll in the palm of his hand, and then the ball was lifted up and flying in the air by invisible force.

He tried moving the ball farther away, but found that it was difficult to control it once it was one meter away from his body.

Retracting the ball to the top of his palm, he controlled its deformation with his mind.

When recited, it changes from a sphere into a white metal chrysanthemum, lifelike.

Compared with ordinary metals that require physical contact to control their deformation, these swallowed metal essences can be controlled from a distance, which is indeed much more convenient.

Crown began to imagine his defensive state after he upgraded to the third level: the passive effect of the Rock Breathing Technique, the golden light body protection, the armor of the source of life, and the alloy armor. In this way, the normal state can maintain four layers of armor, and these defenses are against Elemental attacks are equally resistant.

Then put on the armor you forged, and at a critical moment, you can also create an alloy shield outside your body, which can be stacked with six layers of armor when fully intact.

Based on this calculation, he is basically not afraid of puncture injuries. Only those who are beaten with blunt objects will pose a certain threat to him.

The problem now is that he needs to get a lot of iron, copper, tin, lead and other metals. The alloy formula does not require much of the essence of tin and lead, but the demand for iron and copper is huge.

He has absorbed thousands of pounds of fine iron, but only received so little of its essence.

Although those iron ingots contained more impurities and were of lower quality than the hundred-refined iron he forged himself, it also showed from the side how much energy and material resources he had to expend to complete the full-body alloy armor.

Unknowingly, the abilities brought by the Fire Cube turned into a gold-earning game.

The only bad news is that after the Rubik's Cube advanced to the second level, it would actively attack his consciousness when he entered the sea of ​​consciousness.

Now, the Rubik's Cube's level is the same as his own transcendent level.

Crown judged that the Rubik's Cube would naturally generate more evil thoughts every day, and it would also generate more evil thoughts after using its ability.

Now, the time hourglass is still at the first level, and he expects that the negative effects caused by this spirit master will be much stronger if it advances to the second level.

But he is not worried. The Golden Light Spell is not far away from being advanced. This skill that is specially designed to deal with evil spirits has never let him down.

If he hadn't generated this skill at the beginning of time travel, he would have been GG long ago.

He plans to reduce the use of the time hourglass's other abilities in the near future and only use it as a clock to check the time. After the Golden Light Spell has advanced, the hourglass can be upgraded to the second level of Soul Taming.

After testing his now new abilities, Crown summoned the Golden Wall.

Judging from previous experience, an increase in the level of the Fire Cube will inevitably lead to an increase in the proficiency of the spirit control technique.

[Spirit Control: 986/7000; Level [-]]

Sure enough, the skill proficiency increased by more than [-] points. When the hourglass of time advanced, the second-level spirit control technique could reach at least [-]% progress.

He checked the golden light spell again.

[Golden Light Spell: 46217/50000; Level [-]]

Crown nodded slightly. He still had more than [-] points to advance, and he was ready to transfer all his energy to this skill.

Recently, he felt that the proficiency of the Golden Light Spell was increasing more slowly. Four hours of visualization at Mao Shi and You Shi could only increase the proficiency by less than fifty points.

If he spent all his time in visualization for a day, he would only be able to increase his proficiency by about [-] points.

Unless he uses gold spirit coins to increase the visualization efficiency, it can only increase the efficiency by about 20%. Using gold spirit coins is quite worthless. Now he needs to buy more metal devouring essence.

Without thinking any more, Kroun sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate on the golden light spell.

. . . .

Yorktown Chapel, Chapel.

The pale yellow candle burned quietly, and occasionally the candle blossoms crackled and a string of sparks popped out.

Not a drop of wax oil dripped, and the air was filled with a faint aroma, like natural rosin, mixed with other smells, which vaguely gave people a feeling of appetite.

In the narrow confessional room of the side hall, a strong man with a strong physique and a round waist clasped his hands together and murmured in a low voice: "Merciful Lord, please forgive my sins. Father, do you think I can be redeemed?"

He was wearing a black burqa, maybe it was a little too small, but his solid muscle outline could be seen from the outside.

After the strong man finished speaking, he closed his slightly cloudy blue eyes, as if waiting for a response.

The small cubicle was silent, except for the occasional burst of candles.

The strong man stood up and took off his robe, revealing his ferocious muscles.

He walked out to the other side of the confessional.

When he entered this compartment, his body seemed to have experienced endless years and slowly became shriveled up.

Gradually, his back no longer straightened and became slightly rickety.

The originally plump face was also full of wrinkles.

The whole person is like a shrunken vegetable, losing a lot of weight.

He picked up the white robe and put it on, placing his hands on the partition:

"Of course, child, as long as you sincerely repent, you will be able to be saved. In the flames, you will have eternal life."

"squeak"

The door of the chapel was pushed open, and low footsteps sounded in the empty hall.

Footsteps entered the side hall, near the confessional.

"Jie Jie Jie, Peter, are you engaging in this boring pretending game again? I said that you will gain more by throwing yourself into the arms of a more powerful god."

A hoarse, dry male voice came from the man in gray robes.

He was tall and thin, and his whole body was completely wrapped in a large robe.

The hood was very large, covering most of his face, leaving only his chin, which was as shriveled as a dried corpse.

Peter walked out of the confessional and faced the visitor, with complex emotions flashing across his face.

There was regret, anger, and happiness. He remembered the rainy night two years ago when the two met for the first time in the confessional.
  With a long sigh, Peter said: "I was supposed to end my life of loyalty to the Lord of Fire in the flames. But in the end I was bewitched by you."

"No, no, no," the man in gray robe interrupted.

"You were not bewitched by me, but by the call of a greater god. Without me, you might have slowly decayed and left this increasingly beautiful world a few years ago."

"You will be burned to ashes in the fire, and all your spirituality will be returned to the world. You certainly don't believe the lie that your soul can go to the Kingdom of Hephaestus."

Peter looked serious and shouted: "This is not a lie."

"Yes, this is not a lie. It's just that you are not qualified to enjoy such treatment. Doesn't it make you feel better?"

The man in gray robe paused, smiled meaningfully, and continued:

"Now that you have regained your life, is the knowledge I imparted to you on behalf of my Lord still worthy of doubt?"

"Regained a new life?! It's far from worthy of being called. You and I both know why I am in my current state." Peter let out a long breath, and he understood that he could only regain his life by swallowing the essence of flesh and blood. The prime of life. If he stops using these dirty but delicious things, he will soon rot and die.

He also understood that he could never go back to his past because he had become obsessed with the fragrance of blood. He didn't want to grow old again and die humbly in this small church.

From the tone of his words, the man in gray robe got what he wanted: "So, you have made up your mind to serve my Lord wholeheartedly and spread the glory for her?"

After a brief silence, Peter spoke softly, his voice relieved.

"I am willing to spread the glory of the Lord, but there is one requirement: Peter must die like a normal person."

He wanted to leave this world with his original identity and leave a footnote to the experience he had devoted his whole life to.

Peter Angelet, born in Yorktown, became a church minister and dedicated his life to the church and the town.

Although I made mistakes in my later years, those mistakes will be fully borne by myself in the future.

In this case, his family will not bear the price for his mistakes, and he will be reborn from the ashes.

"No problem, you have already made this request. Although in my opinion this request is meaningless, I am still willing to satisfy you."

The man in gray robe patted Peter on the shoulder, his voice filled with strange excitement and madness:

"Welcome to join you, my companion. Since I received this knowledge inheritance from my Lord's dream a few years ago, you are the first person qualified to receive the gift of fate."

He has chosen many people to share this glory.

But those people didn't have any character that he recognized, and they all became his collection.

"It's my honor. I wonder if I am qualified to know the name of my Lord now?"

Peter leaned forward slightly, his dry body filled up again, and his white robe was filled to the brim.

"My Lord is the goddess of darkness and fertility, the Supreme Mother Goddess, the black goat of the forest who gave birth to thousands of descendants. Her name is: 'Shub Nicholas'. She is the mother of all things and the wife of the Ineffable One."

The man in gray robe seemed to be reciting an opera, and the distorted and eerie aria sounds echoed in the silent hall.

When he mentioned the name 'Shub Nicholas', a picture naturally flashed in Peter's mind:
  In the sky, the clouds and fog that cover the sky block the light of the world.

The clouds and mist looked like huge tumbling black and red pieces of flesh, with slimy black tentacles, a mouth dripping with mucus, and twisted short legs. The ends of the legs were black hooves that resembled sheep's hooves.

Whispers rang in his ears, spreading an aura of fear and madness.

Peter's originally bronze skin instantly turned black and red, his cloudy blue eyes also turned blood red, and black tentacles sprouted from his cheeks and chin.

The change happened quickly. Peter hugged his head in pain, his bent back twisted like a shrimp.

The man in gray robe stopped talking, and the vision on Peter slowly disappeared.

"It will be like this when you feel the vast power of our Lord for the first time. You passed the test."

The man in gray robe smiled wildly, and his voice was like a night owl in a silent mountain forest at night: "From now on, your name is 'Debi Angelou'."

The former Peter and now Debi slowly straightened up, his eyes filled with fear and fanaticism.

"According to your command, I will be the most pious and humble servant of my Lord, and I will spend the rest of my life spreading her gospel."

"Good point." The man in gray robe snapped his fingers.

The door to the chapel was opened again, and a figure wearing a black robe walked in.

This is a skinny old man, with the Holy Emblem of the Flame Lord Church embroidered with red silk thread on the chest of his black robe.

His pale eyebrows drooped past the corners of his eyes, his forehead and face were covered with layers of wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy blue.

The old man was like a marionette, walking clumsily to the side hall with a dull expression.

Debi's eyes suddenly shrank and he stared intently at the old man who came in. "Hey, does it feel like looking in a mirror?"

The man in gray robe said proudly:

“The flesh and blood of this replica was cut from the body of a church minister who rejected the gift of destiny I gave him.

When I took the bone knife and cut off pieces of flesh from his body bit by bit, he wailed loudly and begged me for forgiveness.

Of course I refused without mercy. When I offered him the honor, if he didn't accept it immediately, he would never have the chance to enjoy this honor again. "

Debi circled around the clone a few times, nodding his head.

The physical features of this man are exactly the same as his original image, even the details of skin laxity are the same.

Even the closest people can't tell the difference between the two from their appearance.

The only difference now is the spiritual difference between the two.

All things have spirits, and in the eyes of those extraordinary beings with keen spiritual senses, the spiritual differences between people are very obvious.

Thinking of this, Debi bit his fingertip and forced out a drop of blood.

This is the forbidden knowledge he learned from the gray-robed man, and the blood essence even contains a piece of his memory.

At this moment, he completely made up his mind to break away from his past.

From now on, everything about Peter will disappear in time, and Derby will start a new and splendid life.

The essence and blood were bright red, with a peculiar sweet fragrance, and glowed black under the candlelight.

His fingers were close to the old man. This drop of blood was like rainwater falling on the lake, blending into the other man's skin without any hindrance. The old man's eyes suddenly closed.

Debi quickly made complicated gestures and chanted a difficult-to-pronounce spell.

This spell carried an evil aura, the candlelight was distorted, and blurry shadows appeared on the walls of the hall.

The shadows were like those cast by swelling marshmallows on the wall, with dancing tentacles appearing around them.

Soon, his spell was completed, the room's vision disappeared, and it returned to normal.

The old man's eyes slowly opened, and his originally dull eyes became a little brighter. Debi felt that the spirituality of this clone was [-]-[-]% similar to his original one.

"So, can this body be fake and real?"

Derby replied: "That's enough."

The man in gray robe put his hand in front of the old man's eyes. His hand glowed with blood-red fluorescence, and a faint white air flew out from the old man's face and disappeared into his palm.

The old man fell slowly.

"Let's go. He died normally now. I guarantee that no one will notice anything strange."

The man in gray robe turned and left: "A few people from the church came to the town, which is a bit tricky, but if we deal with them, we will definitely be able to go one step further and become a third-level transcendent. Now, we need to prepare their graves."

(End of this chapter)