Chapter 377 Stormspire Under Attack

Two months later.

Crown stood guard at the door of the secret room, waiting for news from Eliza.

The other party was promoted to the third-level transcendent two years ago, and now possesses the secret method of the Golden Light Mantra, and has naturally reached the standard of advancing to the silver level.

When her life essence stopped increasing, Eliza naturally held a sublimation ceremony.

The waiting process was a bit boring, so Clown released the Fire Cube and simply visualized the Golden Light Mantra.

The Fire Cube split into five small cubes, and then six tall metal warriors appeared.

During this period of time, he purchased enough metal, and now his metal clone has developed super strong combat power.

If the passage to the secret room was not wide enough, the Fire Cube would split into nine clones.

Now the main body of the Fire Cube has the strength of a fifth-level transcendent, and the clone can reach the fourth level. The most commendable thing is that they both have extremely strong defensive capabilities.

If he encounters the situation of cultists attacking the city again, he doesn't need to do it himself. He just needs to release these clones to kill the enemies and make them flee in panic.

Bast advanced to the silver level half a month ago. Arcturus's current size is much larger than that of an ordinary adult northern giant bear, and he is not far from advancing.

Crown closed his eyes and immediately visualized a full silver moon.

After persisting in visualization for a long time, visualization of the Golden Light Mantra has become an instinct for him, like breathing.

The temperature in the passage began to drop, a feeling of coldness arose, and a cool silver light bloomed on his body.

The visualized full moon was cast between the eyebrows, and then entered the heart through a specific route. In his spiritual perception, the heart turned into a red sun.

The warm 'sunshine' illuminated the internal organs, and the cold temperature in the passage quickly rose.

When he visualized the red sun entering his dantian and radiating thousands of golden rays through the pores of his body, he seemed to have turned into a statue made of gold. His body was shining with blazing golden light, and the passage was as hot as noon in summer.

The passage was filled with golden and silver lights that flashed in a cycle. Clown was focused and diligently visualized. Although he was in a state of visualization, he still maintained his perception of the outside world. He heard the door open and ended his visualization halfway through.

Crown opened his eyes. He could feel Eliza's shining silver soul without looking.

As soon as he stood up and turned around, the other person threw himself into his arms.

“I did it!”

Patting his wife on the back, Crown smiled and said:

"Congratulations, Madam, for achieving the Silver Rank. I knew you could do it. You are the best."

"You just want to make me happy. Nick advanced to the silver level half a month ago. The couple's reputation in Hamers City must be higher than yours now, right?! I can't hold you back."

Clown hummed, stroking his wife's long hair: "I think the current situation is pretty good."

"What do you mean it's good? Don't you think that the fact that the two of them are now in control of Hamers City's academic affairs will reduce your influence?"

Eliza had some complaints about her husband giving up church affairs. She believed that although doing so would give her more time to focus on the path of transcendents, it would also weaken her position in the church, or at least her position in the city of Hamers.

Teaching affairs may seem like trivial mundane affairs, but they also mean holding power, and the husband's behavior is to actively stay away from power.

If you have power, you will have more control over resource allocation. You cannot let it go easily, as it will be difficult to take it back later.

Growing up in the McLean family, she understood the benefits of power since she was a child. She realized this problem when she first got married, but the newlyweds still needed to slowly cultivate a deeper relationship, so she refrained from speaking.

Now that their relationship is much deeper and she has advanced to Silver, she is less hesitant when speaking. She clearly expressed her concerns and concluded: "Even though you are a fifth-level extraordinary person, you have always been far away from the center of power. In the eyes of others, you may only be considered a super thug because you don't have a grasp of resource allocation.

If you are not in a position to distribute benefits to others, others will be less in awe of you.”

Seeing his wife analyzing seriously, Clown smiled lovingly and said:

“For me, the best outcome is not having to deal with all these trivial matters, which saves me a lot of time.

And time, to me, is the most valuable commodity. If a fifth-order transcendent cannot inspire awe, then what about a sixth-order transcendent? "

As Clown spoke, he used all his strength to activate the Breath of the Flame Dragon, and the dragon soul with golden scales emitted pressure wantonly.

Eliza was stunned, her mind went blank, and the overwhelming pressure made her forget to breathe.

Her body began to tremble subconsciously, and she felt like she was sinking into a silent icy lake, her mind dominated by fear.

The breathing technique was activated and then stopped, and the dragon soul disappeared without a trace, as if everything just now was an illusion, but the cold sweat on her forehead and back reminded Eliza that all this was real.

She was actually unable to withstand the pressure of her husband revealing his true strength, which also made her realize the truthfulness of his words.

For a sixth-level transcendent, wouldn't it mean that the next step is to reach the Stigma Gold? !

Oh my god, could I possibly become the wife of a god? Not only Eliza, but everyone in the mansion felt the fear deep in their blood, as if doom had come. Many servants even collapsed to the ground after the pressure disappeared.

"What, when did you advance?"

Eliza felt so thirsty that her voice became very dry. She swallowed hard to moisten her smoking throat.

Crown took her hand and said gently:

“It’s been a month. For me, time can be transformed into strength, so I don’t need to manage power, I just need to firmly grasp my own power.

Also, please don’t publicize my advancement for now.”

All efforts pay off, and it would be foolish to waste your energy on fighting for power and profit.

Unless one day all his skills have reached the limit of improvement, he will then find some other entertainment.

The threat from the evil god is getting closer and closer, but he is still very self-disciplined and has not fallen behind in all his studies.

Eliza nodded heavily, her eyes full of pride.

Now the spiritual concentration in the world is constantly increasing. The main class of extraordinary people is the third level. The fourth level extraordinary people are considered high-level combat power, and the fifth level is the pinnacle.

The fact that her husband had advanced to the sixth level without anyone noticing was beyond everyone's understanding.

The further you go on the extraordinary road, the more difficult it becomes. The gap between the fifth and sixth levels can be said to be irreparable.

"In a few days, the joint meeting of all churches organized by the Church of the God of Life will be held in the Kingdom of Namiia. The Pope invited me to go with him. I plan to go and take a look. I will leave in two days."

Crown felt that meeting the top masters of each church would help him to position himself more accurately.

Eliza tilted her head to think for a moment, then said, "This kind of meeting, which concerns the future direction of the entire continent, should invite the heads of major families, in addition to the churches. You may see Lord Greninho of the McLean family.

Plimpton brought back the two people who took the Tao seeds, and now there are results.

If I'm right, Patriarch Greinio will discuss the matter of the Golden Light Dao Seeds with you. Do you have any extra Dao Seeds?"

"There are three more."

Since the McLean family had no successor, in order not to waste time, Crown donated eight golden light Dao seeds to the bishops of the Rhine Diocese, and gave one Dao seed to Rubart Milu, a blacksmith in his own industry.

No matter who the Dao Seed holder is, he can get the corresponding benefits, so he did not wait for the McLean family's reply.

Eliza smiled bitterly: "The master will definitely regret it."

Crown spread his hands: "That's his problem. I've given them a chance."

He paused, then took his wife's hand and said, "While we still have time, I will teach you a new breathing method - the Savage Bone Breathing Method.

Only when you practice this breathing method to a certain level, you can comprehend the Silver Dragon Howling Moon, which is a fusion of the Silver Wolf Howling Moon and the Barbarian Bone Breathing Method. "

Eliza's expression was slightly bitter, and she pursed her lips tightly:

"So, don't I have to practice Savage Bone Breathing first before I can practice Silver Dragon Howling Moon?"

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

She felt a little overwhelmed when she thought about having to practice two breathing techniques.

“Congratulations, you got the answer right. Although you wasted some time, you can become a powerful transcendent who is far superior to your peers. This time cost is still very valuable.

Also, the dragon soul I just released is the Flame Dragon Breathing Technique that I created by combining the church's Fire Breathing Technique and the Savage Bone Breathing Technique."

Eliza immediately became proactive: "I see, I want to learn Silver Dragon Howling Moon."

Rhine City, Warlock Brotherhood.

Yennefer looked at the tall white werewolf in front of her, her eyes full of solemnity: "I think your decision is still too hasty. Although we have figured out a way for demon hunters to advance to silver, it is still unknown whether it can be successful. We don't have a successful case yet.

The mutagen is too toxic, and I'm worried that you won't be able to withstand it even if you transform into a werewolf."

The werewolf's body began to shrink, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a man with long white hair and weathered eyes, it was Geralt.

The witcher's body was smooth and shiny, and he immediately put on the clothes that had been prepared long ago.

"I have touched every scar on your body, why are you shy?"

Geralt shook his head slightly. "That's different."

Yennefer curled her lips, but did not refute. Her curved eyebrows were tightly knitted:

"Back to the topic just now, the risk of you accepting the mutation ritual is too great. I don't agree."

The two of them fell in love with each other over time, and she was sincerely considering the other person.

Geralt didn't answer directly. He turned his head to look out the window and said leisurely, "The monsters in the wild are getting bigger and bigger, and more and more difficult to deal with. In places farther away from the city, third-level monsters have become common."

He understood that if he did not accept the new mutation ritual, the risks he would take in hunting monsters would become greater in the future, unless he stayed in the city and did not go out.

However, he is the proud Geralt, how could he allow himself, a witcher, to lose the ability to hunt monsters?

The demon hunter turned around with a smile on his face, and the scar on his eyebrow looked even more hideous: "I will not accept the mutation ceremony now. I am going to go to Hammers City to meet Lord Klauen and see if I can get help.

After he advanced to Silver, we met less and less frequently. When I heard the news that he advanced to Fifth Level, I felt happy but also a little sad.

When we first met, I was already a second-level transcendent, while the other party had not yet entered the transcendent level.

Now the other party is already a fifth-tier extraordinary person, the ceiling of combat power in the entire continent, and I am still stuck at the third tier. I feel ashamed just thinking about it."

Every time Geralt thought of Clown's advancement to level five, he felt like he was in a dream, and everything in the world seemed unreal.

Yennefer muttered, "Although Klauen is powerful, he is not a demon hunter, and there is a limit to what he can do to help you."

“Even if he can’t help, I’ll be ready for new trials.

You have advanced to the Silver Warlock, and the enemies you will face will become stronger and stronger. If I am still at the third level, how can I help you?"

Time seemed to stand still as the two looked at each other in silence, each of them understanding the position of the other in their hearts.

On the night of the red moon, the Kingdom of Hinterland.

The gray fog was dyed blood red, looking extremely evil.

The city of Birvia is located between the Taina River and the Iberian Mountains, only 70 kilometers away from the sea.

A large number of murlocs would attack the city every day, but this was the seat of the Church of the Lord of Storms, and the Storm Spire was located on the river, so the city could still hold on.

Pope Andre Williams was a little uneasy tonight. He felt inexplicably very irritated.

He walked to the window and opened the curtains, allowing the crimson moonlight to seep in, and the furnishings in the room were also dyed scarlet.

Andre was very alert, thinking that something bad was about to happen.

He attached great importance to this premonition and tried to find out the cause of this emotion. After trying for a long time, he found nothing, but the feeling that a disaster was about to happen became stronger and stronger.

"Something must be happening. Danger is approaching."

Andre muttered to himself, exhaled a long breath, and paced back and forth in the room.

The threat now faced by the Church of the Lord of Storms is increasing day by day. He attaches great importance to this whim because he has experienced two serious crises in his life, both of which were resolved with his premonition and preparation.

Suddenly, he sensed danger coming and hurriedly leaned out of the window to observe the situation.

A huge octopus monster made of black smoke appeared in the direction of the Taina River, and an evil and cold atmosphere enveloped the entire city.

The black smoke seemed to absorb the light, blocking the red moon in the sky.

"Shit, it's Dagon, the king of the Deep Ones of Cthulhu's clan, who has appeared. He can manipulate the celestial phenomena, which means that Dagon has reached the sixth level."

Andre hurriedly opened the secret passage and hid inside. The city's protective magic circle had not been fully activated, and the power had to be increased to maximum immediately, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

The head of Dagon's shadow moved forward a little, its big mouth opened, a strong wind swept through the city, and waves rose in the Taina River outside the city.

The soldier on guard duty on the city wall was shrouded in black fog and instantly turned into a mummy, as if he had experienced a thousand years of vicissitudes, and the mummy was rotten beyond recognition.

(End of this chapter)