Chapter 335: Don’t Talk About Feelings
Rhine City, White Church District.
Cavendish was covered in blood as he stood in the underground passage opened up by the evil beasts. His armor was full of pits and yellow-green spots from corrosion.
The blood of evil beasts is highly corrosive and can corrode the flesh and blood of the body if one is not careful.
He looked at the skeletonized passage, waved his hand tiredly, and said hoarsely: "Notify all teams to pack up, we are going back to the ground."
After fighting for a whole day and always being on the front line, even a strong man of silver rank felt exhausted.
The troops retreated to the ground in an orderly manner. Not long after they left, a large number of evil beasts came out and took away the bodies of their companions.
Cavendish got on the carriage and ordered, "Return to the Holy Fire Cathedral."
Then he leaned his head back in his seat, closed his eyes and began to think about how to report the situation to the archbishop.
The sound of horses' hooves could be heard moving forward in a hurry. The driver took out a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was not a professional driver, but a second-level Crusader.
He once thought he was used to seeing life and death, but today he saw more dead people than he had seen in all his previous lives combined.
The blood in the passage was above the ankles. A large number of ordinary people were caught and bitten to death by the monsters. The corpses were piled up like a mountain. This was their stored food.
Today's battle was extremely brutal, with comrades falling around him continuously. If he had not been lucky enough, he would have already returned to the arms of the gods.
After the battle, drowsiness hit the driver like a wave and his consciousness began to become blurred. He himself didn't know what he was doing. He just mechanically waved the whip along the road he remembered.
When the carriage stopped at the gate of the Holy Fire Cathedral, the driver finally sobered up a little. He opened the door of the carriage and said:
"Sir, we are here."
The person inside remained unmoved and still remained lying on his back.
Then he heard soft snoring.
The driver smiled bitterly and had to raise his voice and shout: "Sir, Sir!"
Hearing the call, Cavendish shuddered, woke up from his sleep, and sat up straight.
After fighting on the front line for a whole day today, he was actually exhausted.
After being stunned for two or three seconds, his brain finally recovered from the crash and he saw a familiar scene.
After getting off the carriage, Cavendish hurried to the Archbishop's office.
When he arrived at the door and was about to knock, he found it was ajar.
"Come in, I heard your footsteps."
Cavendish pushed open the door.
Flanders saw his old friend's blood and corroded armor and immediately stood up:
"It seems that your mission is not going well." From his old friend's condition, he understood how fierce today's battle was.
Cavendish took two steps forward and sat down on the sofa: "Things may be worse than you think. We are in big trouble."
Vlad poured a glass of wine for his old friend: "Take your time, drink a glass of wine to moisten your throat first."
The old friend had no habit of roaring during battle, so his voice was hoarse. It was obviously because the battle was too intense and he had no time to replenish water.
Cavendish didn’t take the glass, but pointed to the bottle and said, “I want this.”
Flanders handed him the bottle, and he took it. He gulped down half of the bottle, and after taking a breath, he drank the rest of the white wine and said, "Another bottle!"
The archbishop brought another bottle of white wine, opened the lid and handed it to the other party.
Cavendish drank more elegantly this time, taking small sips.
After downing another half bottle, he took a long breath and described the battle situation:
"Now the whole Whitechapel area is an underground maze, full of those deformed creatures.
They have a skeletal shell, sharp claws, and a powerful long tail. Their blood is highly corrosive, and all their body organs seem to be born for fighting.
More importantly, there are just too many of them, it seems like they appeared overnight, and they are impossible to kill.”
"Monsters are afraid of fire, but ordinary flames are not enough to burn them."
"Elemental attacks can cause more damage, but the effect is not ideal. Their skin not only has good physical defense, but also has strong elemental resistance."
"The underground of the Whitechapel area has been transformed into a maze, and the information we have is very limited. I have tried to use flying objects for reconnaissance, and found that some monsters can actually shoot down the objects."
He recounted the information and speculations he had gained during the battle, then took another sip from the bottle.
Flanders listened quietly, and when the other party stopped, he asked: "What is the most powerful monster you have ever seen?"
"They are at the third level of transcendence, and there are quite a few of them. I have killed sixteen of them alone. In addition, I cannot rule out the possibility that there are stronger individuals."
"If a monster encounters a Crusader or Exorcist Priest of the same level, what are its chances of winning?"
"The Crusader soldiers will be able to win with difficulty, while the Exorcist Priests will have an easier time, but this comparison is meaningless. The passage is not narrow, but it is not wide either. We cannot form a battle formation to coordinate the battle. On the contrary, those beasts can climb on the passage and attack us from all directions at the same time."
"Then think of a way to force these monsters out of the passage. They probably aren't smart enough to install a door in the passage, right?"
Flanders paused and continued, "What I am more concerned about is where these things come from? I have seen the corpse of the monster, and there is no record of this monster left before.
There had just been a riot in Whitechapel, and the cultists, who had been frightened, had actually organized an attack. It was hard not to connect the two events together.”
His worries were well-founded. The fifth-order soul-eating jellyfish was killed instantly, and the cult's commander must have known about it. He actually launched a counterattack now, so he must have something to rely on.
“It doesn’t matter whether the cultists are related to the Whitechapel monster incident. The most urgent task is to resolve the hidden dangers in the Whitechapel area. About 70% of the population of Rhine City lives there. Once it falls, you know the consequences.
I don't think there's any need to worry about the cultists' attacks. Clown has proven with his strength that he can withstand the enemy's attacks and at least hold them off for a while.
We just need to focus on solving the problems in Whitechapel so that we can help Zachtown.
Through today's battle, I understand that I am alone in the battle at the Silver level and cannot hold my own."
Flanders nodded and said, "I will send you more people. Purinton and Audrey are both silver-level transcendents. I will hire them to join the battle.
In addition, I will send intelligence to neighboring parishes, asking them to be ready to go to war at any time."
"It's the only way."
It was late at night. Flanders returned to the mansion and summoned Purinton and others to the study. He told them the current situation and said:
"I need your help. Don't worry, I will hire you to join the battle."
Audrey said, "No problem, uncle, you're so polite. We will do our best to help."
From now on, the McLean family will take root in the Rhine City Diocese, and we will help both publicly and privately.
She thought for a while and said, "We can also let the family's third-level extraordinary people participate in the war and feel the cruelty of war. We can send out seven more third-level extraordinary people."
Purinton also echoed, "Yes, I have never been on a battlefield where life and death are at stake. This is just the right time for me to adapt. I will inevitably have to fight various battles in the future."
Flanders: "I agree, but I don't agree with Eliza's participation in the war. If something happens to her, none of us can bear the responsibility.
The enemy is not simple. Here is the summary of the information. You two can take a look at it."
As he spoke, he took out a brown paper bag and handed it over.
Audrey took the bag with a smile and said, "The number of people I reported did not include Eliza's quota."
After carefully reading the information, she handed the document to Purinton and said:
"Uncle, what is your battle plan?"
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"Fighting in an underground tunnel is not suitable for our ability to coordinate operations. Instead, it makes it easier for the monsters to perform. My plan is to find a way to force the enemy out. To know how to do it, we need to capture a few living creatures to study their weaknesses."
Flanders was confident that every living creature has a weakness, and as long as he found that point, a complicated task would become simple.
Audrey nodded gently: "I agree with this plan, but we must quickly find the enemy's weaknesses and make plans if we cannot target the enemy's weaknesses.
This monster is a new species that has never been seen before. It has become a disaster in a short period of time. I have a bold guess that they have very strong reproductive ability.
The slums are their breeding ground, providing abundant "food". We first need to expel the people who remain on the ground."
"That makes sense. Keep going."
"I want to ask a question first," Audrey said with a more cautious expression, "Is there a possibility of monsters infiltrating the area we are in now?"
"That's impossible," Flanders stroked his beard. "Before I came back, I notified Rondo overnight. We opened the magic circle and scanned the entire area inside the magic circle, but found nothing abnormal."
"That's good. Now we can focus on how to drive the monsters out of the underground passage."
Under the deep night, a luxurious airship took off from the city of Bligh and headed northwest.
Rivergaz Sparrow raised his glass and gestured to his companions:
"In another three or four days, we will reach the Rhine Parish. This time I brought a hundred pounds of bright yellow stone, and the Excellency will definitely like it very much."
After taking a sip of wine, Rivegaz pretended to lament:
"Rivex, I'm not sure about our ability to create soul-infused weapons. We may have to stay there for a while."
"Why, is that blacksmith so arrogant? Don't worry, I have successfully advanced to the Silver Knight, so he should at least give me some face! We will not pay him less."
"Your face may not be that valuable in the eyes of that forging master. Didn't I tell you that the forging master is also at the silver level?"
"Yes, but so what? Our Reinhardt family is not only well-known in Hinterland, but also well-known in the entire continent. Could that blacksmith be ignorant of this?"
"He is definitely not uninformed, but his name is Crown Moya. Can you force him?"
'Why does this name sound familiar?'
A big question mark appeared in Levix's mind. He must have heard of this name, otherwise he wouldn't have felt such a strong sense of familiarity.
"Fuck," he slapped his thigh fiercely and said excitedly, "The Clown you are talking about, could it be that Clown?!"
He remembered the name that had been widely circulated in the upper class society recently, the first fifth-level transcendent on the continent in thousands of years.
If this honor fell on him, Levix said he would brag about it for the rest of his life.
He quickly muttered to himself: "Farouk Kingdom, Bishop of the Rhine Diocese, damn, I was really fooled by a treacherous businessman like you. I was able to meet such a strong man and even have a friendship with him!"
"It's just chance, luck, haha, just luck." Rivergaz laughed, and his ostentatious smile showed the face of a villain who had succeeded.
He felt more and more that it was a perfect decision to name the Chamber of Commerce "Good Luck Gold Coin". The Chamber of Commerce had always been going smoothly and had never encountered any difficulties.
Levix scratched his head. The weight of a fourth-level forging master and a fifth-level forging master is definitely not the same. He originally prepared a large sum of gold spirit coins as a reward, but now it seems a bit shabby.
But what kind of reward should he prepare in such a short time? He smiled and said:
"Old friend, we have known each other for so many years. Considering our deep relationship, you should give me some advice."
"Don't talk about feelings. It costs money. It's okay if you want me to give you some advice, but I can't guarantee whether it will work."
Three days passed in a flash. Clown stayed in the sanctuary without going out, concentrating on gaining experience.
The consequence of making use of all the time is that both the Breath of the Flame Dragon and the Golden Light Spell have made significant progress.
He finished his breathing exercise and summoned a wall of gold.
[Breath of Flame Dragon: 38412/120000; Level 1]
[Golden Light Mantra: 87394/300000; Level 4]
After the appearance of Breath of the Fire Dragon, the skill bars for Flame Breathing and Savage Bone Breathing disappeared.
I have been concentrating on gaining experience these past few days, and my proficiency in this breathing method has increased by nearly 2,000 points, which is quite rapid progress.
In addition, several secret skills attached to the fire breath have been modified. Klauen can now use the new life energy to stimulate the source armor and release the fire spirit transformation.
The defensive power of the Source Armor is about 30% stronger than the previous few days, and the Fire Spirit Transformation can also increase more physical attributes.
The proficiency in the Golden Light Mantra was also increasing steadily. Before he knew it, he had already completed 30% of the proficiency.
"boom"
The door to the sanctuary burst open, and Del rushed in, saying:
"Sir, Fujin has brought the latest news. It has discovered the location of the cult's large group. They are only thirty kilometers away from our base camp.
Nick sent someone to inform you that a pre-war deployment meeting must be held immediately."
(End of this chapter)