My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 184 This warlock is not very strong either.

Del was practicing breathing techniques in the living room. The door was opened, and he alertly went to get the pistol on the table.

On the sofa, the originally lazy big cat with its limbs in the air immediately rolled up and rushed out in a fat yet vigorous manner.

"Don't be nervous," Croun said gently. He squatted down and stroked the black cat's head. This guy's size was actually closer to Garfield.

I'm working hard outside, but you're having a great time here!

"Sir, you are back!"

Del said in surprise, "Those who were watching never left."

"I know," Crown waved his hand and said confidently: "It's time to meet who is behind the surveillance. Are you busy with your work in the patrol team recently?"

Today is different from the past. He already has stronger strength and sufficient capital.

"The evenings are getting more and more uneven. When I go to work in the morning, there are countless things waiting for me. I am very busy every day."

Del smiled bitterly. The incidence of supernatural incidents was higher. Many cases could not be handled by the patrol team and needed to be handed over to the Security Bureau.

I am very busy every day and cannot be lazy at all. In the past month, one day off every week has been a luxury.

Now he can only practice breathing techniques until he comes back in the evening.

"I need an assistant to help me with some trivial things. Are you interested in following me?"

Crown asked bluntly. He was now in charge of the forging workshop, and Del, who had been following him for a long time, had reached the level of a second-level high-level blacksmith.

Out of recognition of the other person's character, he has always planned to cultivate Del as a confidant.

Now that we have an opportunity to be fair, we must of course give priority to those we recognize.

If the other party agrees, he plans to train him to become a spirit master.

"Of course, I can resign from the patrol team tomorrow."

Del was overjoyed and agreed without hesitation.

The two chatted for a while, and Crown returned to the room: "Go to bed early tonight."

After teasing the pet for a while, he drove the black cat to the living room, and then began to practice the Rhinoceros Breathing Technique.

Although he has pets, he has no habit of sleeping with them.

This breathing method has been thoroughly studied on the carriage, and I started to learn it in ten minutes.

He wanted to confirm as soon as possible whether the special effects of breathing methods of the same type could be superimposed, which would affect his subsequent planning.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Crown ended the practice and summoned the golden wall.

[Horhinoceros Breathing Method: 1176/3000; Level ]

In more than three hours, he has gained more than 1,000 proficiency points per hour, averaging more than 300 points per hour. In a few days, he will be able to master this breathing method to the third level and verify his guess.

He then began to meditate on the Golden Light Mantra to regain his physical strength and energy.

After two long days, he finished the visualization, turned off the lights, and waited.

A faint warning signal silently rose in his heart, and Crown understood that this should be his seventh sense warning him.

The warning signs are not strong, indicating that the danger is not great.

The red light source armor with shimmering golden lines was hidden in the skin, and he released the Heart-Cleaning Curse and the golden light body protection.

Holding the weapon tightly in his hand, he was ready to attack at any time.

. . . .

After receiving the notification that the target had returned to his residence, Feikat's gloomy expression for many days changed.

After two months of squatting with no results, he thought the other party had noticed something, so he hid in the Holy Fire Cathedral and could not come out.

Suppressing his excitement, he finally waited until the curfew time. He put on his black robe and drove alone into the carriage and ran towards his destination.

He plans to kidnap the target into his secret laboratory and interrogate the formula of the medicine.

If it works out, he will become the most powerful man in the Brotherhood.

Thinking of this, he trembled with excitement.

After arriving at the destination and parking the car, Feikat released the wizard armor, dark vision and silent footsteps, and walked to the door with a swagger.

The switch technique easily opened the door lock, and he entered the room like a late owner.

He casually used the silencing technique, and the door opened and closed without making a single sound.

"Meow"

Just as Buster screamed, he was immediately subdued by the sleeping spell.

The black cat swayed for a while, then fell asleep on the sofa.

Feikat smiled slightly and said to himself: "This stupid cat actually let the majestic third-level warlock take action twice. It's really a cat with no regrets."

He had been to this room once, and he knew exactly which room the target belonged to.

Walking behind the door, he listened quietly to the sounds inside.

The second-level transcendent is still very sharp. He is confident that he can crush the target, but the movement is too big and it will not end well.

The target was breathing evenly and seemed to be sleeping soundly. Wait a minute. Fekat stood at the door, motionless.

Although he is violent, he is never impatient when fighting.

Ten minutes later, he noticed that the breathing of the people in the room maintained the original rhythm. He relaxed and cast a combination of phantom sound and lullaby again.

Like a lullaby, a distant, small voice filled the room.

A real wizard not only knows powerful destructive spells, but the true meaning of spells is to solve problems better. If you are as smart as me, you can control them all. When Feikat heard the sound of people sleeping soundly in the house, he smiled narcissistically.

He released the silencing and switching techniques, and proudly pushed open the door.

. . . .

Kroun closed his eyes, gathered his spiritual sense, and let his mind go.

He heard Buster scream and then fall asleep. He felt someone standing at the door, standing still.

Controlling his breathing, he was like an extremely patient hunter, waiting

Ruoyouruowu's voice echoed in his ears, and a faint sense of sleepiness arose, followed by a cool feeling rising from his mind, but the sleepiness for no reason was dispelled.

‘Hey, you’re quite cautious. You haven’t come in after standing there for so long. ’

In the silent room, he even heard Del's heavy breathing next door.

Smiling secretly in his heart, Kroun would change his breathing sound accordingly.

He stared at the door with the corner of his eyes. He saw the locked door lock turning automatically and the door being opened without a sound. He saw a dark figure on the corner of his clothes.

Crown held the star steel sword, released bullet time, and stabbed forward with force.

He didn't hold back, and immediately used the secret technique of cutting wind while releasing the flame breath.

Without intending to kill immediately, he stabbed his enemy in the shoulder blade.

Feikat planned to use the stun spell a few more times after entering the house, knocking the opponent unconscious, and then take him away quietly.

This way you won't leave any traces, and you won't even notice.

He plans to quietly kill the leaders of the ordinary people who are responsible for surveillance after he returns, so that no one will trace that he did it.

The idea was good, but he was not the director of the script.

As soon as he opened the door, he was met with a crazy attack.

‘Fuck, what’s going on. ’

Fekart instinctively cast the prepared stun spell, and anyone with lower mental power than him would be affected by the spell.

Faintly, he felt that things were going to be bad and beyond his control.

He has found out clearly that the target is a flame warrior.

What he did just now would have fallen into the trap of any Flame Warrior.

Crown felt slightly dizzy, but it was very slight and did not affect his attack at all. The red light bloomed in the room.

His sword thrust into the opponent's body, but was blocked invisibly and did not penetrate even half of the opponent's body.

At the same time, he felt as if the air around him had turned into water, and his speed was greatly hindered, which roughly offset the speed superposition of bullet time.

But the enemy's outcome did not change. The opponent's surface blockage did not last for a second, and the sharp sword pierced the enemy's shoulder blade.

Feikat released the stun technique, then released the force field technique to slow down the enemy. Just as he was about to release the shock technique again to push the enemy away, he found that his mage armor had been broken.

The pain of the sword piercing his shoulder blade interrupted his continued casting. He had not felt this kind of pain for many years.

He saw a fist enlarge in his eyes.

"buzz"

He felt like he was in the boundless starry sky, filled with golden little stars.

Crown waved his fist and struck the enemy in the back of the head with a swinging punch.

‘Hey, my ability to withstand a beating is good, I didn’t faint. ’

While his thoughts were spinning, he stopped breathing fire and released the giant bear breathing technique.

The casserole-sized fist hit the target again. The enemy rolled his eyes and fell down neatly.

This warlock is not very strong either!

Turning on the gas lamp, Crown scratched his head.

He tied the opponent with a rope into a rice dumpling, and simply bandaged the enemy to stop the bleeding.

He checked his cat and crow and found that they were just asleep, so he continued to practice the rhinoceros breathing method and waited for his teammates who had not yet appeared.

. . . .

Flanders took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and said, "The enemy has been in for five minutes. There is no movement. Go over and take a look."

He bet that Kroun would last less than twenty minutes. How could he verify it if he arrived late?

The warlocks have all kinds of strange tricks. With the mental power of a flame warrior, it is difficult to withstand the enemy's combined attacks.

Although the enemy was wearing a loose robe, he could already tell who it was from his size - Feikat, an old bastard who was proficient in mental spells and was equally good at force field spells.

"Why are you so anxious? You will be beaten to death whenever you go in."

Cavendi smiled and said: "Warlocks always have to prepare some tricks, otherwise, fighting in a small house, warlocks don't have a high chance of winning."

He was not in a hurry. The longer it took, the better it would be for him.

Flanders let out a "hum" and jumped down from the bell tower. He opened his clothes and used the resistance of his clothes to land on the street silently like an agile civet cat.

Cavendi also jumped down, and the two rushed to the target area.

They had just arrived at the door and found that the lights in the room were on.

Flanders took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and said in a faint voice: "It's over, twelve minutes. Moonshine wine, I really miss it."

After speaking, he showed an afterthought expression.

He was not worried about Crown's life safety at all. Living people were only meaningful to the Brotherhood.

The new bishop will suffer a little at most, but in this way, they can get more benefits from Fekart and make a sure profit without losing money.

He had already begun to figure out what the enemy's own ransom would be.

‘Fuck, why did it end so quickly? You can finally make some noise! ’

Cavendi had a gloomy look on his face. He thought that Crown had been hit because the battle seemed to have ended without even happening.

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