Chapter 241 Good Comrade Tula

The situation is not optimistic at all. Clown sighed and nodded slightly, saying, "I understand."

The areas near the coast have begun to be disturbed by the strange dreams of the evil god, and the situation in the western mountainous area has not yet been explored. The situation in the Farouk Kingdom seems stable, but in fact it is also mixed with internal and external troubles.

"Why are you sighing? Everything is going well."

Nick smiled and continued, “In the past few months, there have been two more bishops in the church, and the number of second-level extraordinary people has increased by more than 300.

The Brotherhood and City Hall each have one more Level 3 Transcendent, and our human strength is also growing."

Clown smiled bitterly in his heart and did not answer.

Faced with the evil god and his huge race of followers, the growth of humanity's overall strength is still too slow.

But now there is a tall man to hold up the sky if it falls, so it is not his turn to worry about these things. His goal is to become a strong man in the silver realm first.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do here, he said goodbye and left.

. . . .

In the training ground, Tula is practicing sword skills.

He has always understood one thing: people must constantly hone themselves in order to maintain their own condition and turn combat skills into instinct.

This instinct will degenerate after a few days of comfort.

In fact, as long as people are willing to work hard, they will make certain progress. The difficulty lies in maintaining the progress.

When Klauen arrives, he releases his fire breath for a brief warm-up.

This breathing method can quickly elevate the body's competitive state, and is much more useful than the Giant Bear Breathing Method.

In this world with gods, the power of the church is reflected in all aspects.

After warming up, he summoned the golden wall and took a look.

[Cross Sword: 4972/8000; Level 4]

Ever since the Deer-Headed Demon was killed, this skill has been rarely used. He does not need to practice to maintain his condition because he will never regress.

I don't know how many surprises the battles in the next few days will bring me. Clown smiled secretly and said hello:

"Sir Tula, I'm ready."

"Then let's get started!"

The two men put down their armor masks and held their weapons horizontally, each holding one in a salute. Tula released the Fire Spirit Shield, gripped the shield tightly, and slightly bent his knees to defend himself.

Seeing that the opponent did not come forward, Clown released the Source Armor, then injected the source of life into the weapon and attacked forward himself.

The flaming red light danced on the Star Steel Sword, illuminating his stern face.

This sword has been with him for some time, but its weight is no longer enough to satisfy him, so he will have it reforged when he creates extraordinary equipment.

Although he was able to use bronze weapons transformed by his spirit, he was still accustomed to using normal weapons in front of unfamiliar people.

Within one second, his speed went from being still to being fully released, and almost at the same time as the sound of his footsteps, his figure had already rushed in front of his opponent.

His attack was unpretentious, just a simple straight stab combined with the vibrating force of the cross sword.

Too fast! Tula's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he immediately took a step sideways, dodging to the side while swinging his sword to parry.

I wonder what he would feel if he knew that his opponent's peak speed could be 30% faster.

He did not use his shield to parry because he wanted to truly feel the opponent's sword skills.

He blocked the sword and immediately felt a strong vibration force coming over, as if his weapon had touched a violently vibrating steam engine.

'Normally, I'm not as fast or as strong as him.'

Tula was able to determine the strength of his opponent from a simple attack.

However, his face showed even more excitement. Only by fighting against stronger opponents could he make faster progress.

He has no interest in bullying weak people, he only likes fighting against strong people.

After fighting for a while, Crown figured out his opponent's approximate strength and adjusted his own strength and speed. Sometimes he attacked with great force, and when the opponent was tired of parrying, he would slow down the pace and defend.

His goal was to have an extra free sparring partner and to squeeze every bit of the sparring partner's strength to contribute to the improvement of his own skills.

Tula used all he had learned, but rarely broke through his opponent's defenses. His sword skills and shield defense, which he was proud of, could hardly withstand the opponent's attacks that were as pervasive as a gale.

Fortunately, it was just a duel. If I really faced such an enemy, I'm afraid my armor would have been shattered long ago, right? He gave me the same sense of oppression as Lord Cavendish.

In the past, Cavendish was undoubtedly the strongest swordsman in the Rhine Diocese. Perhaps in a few years, the title of the strongest will change hands.

The two figures were like two dancing bees. Ordinary church staff who passed by could only see two afterimages and a red sword shadow on the field. Their dynamic vision could not keep up with the speed of the two people's movement.

The other two bishops of the new diocese were standing upstairs at this moment, observing the battle.

Nick sighed softly, "Crown is still holding back. I've known him for so long, and I always feel that he can improve every moment. It's incredible."

He had seen his friend attacking with all his might, and it was much wilder and more ferocious than it was now.

Fanny smiled bitterly: "The blood of the Son of God is far beyond our imagination. I have specially checked some secret information hidden in the family and learned that some outstanding children of powerful gods are born with silver blood.

Don't compare yourself with such a favored child of God, it will only make you look bad."

Nick shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, I won't watch it. I will hurry up and deal with the teaching affairs. I also need to spare more time to practice and improve myself."

After saying that, he walked away. I am not afraid of others having high talents, I am afraid of people who have high talents but work harder than you.

Nick had the impression that Ricklawn was always working hard on various things, and that as long as he did it, he would succeed.

As it approached noon, Tula waved his hand to stop and walked slowly on the training ground to slow down his blood flow and heart rate.

For the entire morning, they were engaged in a high-intensity battle.

In the past training, everyone else would be exhausted while he still had some strength left. But now, he was already exhausted but his opponent still had some strength left, which further aroused his competitive spirit.

Since he joined the church, he has been known as the strongest offensive player in his age group, and Nick has been known as the strongest defensive player.

Now there is a stronger peer, and he still feels unwilling to accept it.

He thought that he slacked off when there was no one chasing him. If he could maintain his current training intensity, he would definitely be able to surpass the opponent in time.

Crown summoned a golden wall to check the progress of his sword skills.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

[Cross Sword: 5494/8000; Level 4]

That’s great, Comrade Tula is a good comrade.

He glanced at his opponent walking along the field and gave him a big thumbs up in his heart.

In just one morning, his proficiency increased by over 400. The other party would stay here for a few days and leave with the next airship fleet, which was enough time for him to master the Cross Sword to the brink of advancement.

Not only has the cross sword skill improved, but the proficiency of fire breath has also increased by more than seventy points.

When the intensity of the battle is too high, the human body will enter a deep state of fatigue. Otherwise, Clown will definitely drag Tula to fight all day.

In the afternoons, Crowne practices Rock Breathing on his own.

The church had delivered his potion quota, and he now had two more Molten Fire potions and fifteen materials.

By the time the Stone Breathing Technique was advanced, the only breathing technique he needed to master was the Fire Breathing Technique.

If all goes well, he has the hope of advancing to the silver rank this winter.

Three days later, the church's airship fleet arrived as scheduled.

When Tula left, the proficiency of Crown's Cross Sword skill had reached 6236.

He said goodbye to the other party reluctantly, with a regretful tone: "Come and see me often in the future. I feel that I have made a lot of progress by learning from you."

But he also knew that the other party didn't know whether he would have the opportunity to come here again.

Every bishop has his own tasks and has no chance to relax. The reason why he has time is that his tasks can be completed quickly. The golden wall is the biggest contributor, and his efforts are a relatively minor factor.

Tula was deeply moved and felt that he had met a close friend in swordsmanship. His swordsmanship had also improved greatly, and the abuse he had endured these days was not in vain.

. . . .

Lisa left on the church's airship, feeling somewhat anxious and worried.

She planned to inform the Brotherhood of the miraculous effects of taking large amounts of the Golden Light Potion in order to gain more support.

At the same time, she was worried that the Brotherhood would take risks after learning of the situation. If they failed to steal the chicken and ended up falling out with the church, the only channel for medicine would be cut off.

In that case, her best option is to maintain the status quo.

After weighing the pros and cons in her mind, she finally decided to inform the Brotherhood's top brass.

Even if the Brotherhood's top brass wanted to take some dangerous actions, they would not be able to do so in the short term, and they would definitely ask the headquarters for instructions.

The Brotherhood of Warlocks is a pan-continental organization, and its headquarters is separated from here by most of the Farouk Kingdom's land and two countries, so it would take at least several months to transmit messages.

During this time, with the support of the Rhine City Brotherhood, she was able to purchase a large amount of golden light potions, which might have eliminated the hidden dangers of the spirit control.

There was another reason why she chose to report, which was that some excellent second-level spirit masters in the brotherhood had also obtained the qualifications to take potions.

Even if she didn't report it, the Brotherhood would know about it sooner or later, and her situation would become passive at that time.

After the airship landed in Rhine City, Lisa left quickly and rushed back to the Brotherhood as fast as she could.

The first people she looked for were the witch Fili and the wizard Fecat. Both of them were very caring towards her, and they were the first people she thought of when something happened.

In Fili's room, Lisa calmly expressed her findings and inferences.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone could hear each other's breathing clearly, and everyone knew what this meant.

Fekart was even more distressed. If he had discovered Rodney's situation earlier, he might have been able to control Clown.

But it’s too late to say anything now, there are no ifs in the world.

After a while, Fili adjusted her neatly-fitting grey pointed hat and sighed:

"Let's call an emergency meeting of all the top executives to discuss what to do next."

(End of this chapter)