My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 197 Iron Duke

The black carriage drove into the church. Crown and Del came out of the carriage and found an acquaintance waiting beside them: Harry Dale, the archbishop's valet, was responsible for conveying orders.

"Your Excellency, the Archbishop has convened an impromptu meeting and asked you to go to the conference hall. I have to stay here to deliver the order and cannot accompany you."

"Harry, do you know what happened?"

Harry shook his head: "I didn't know. As soon as the archbishop arrived in the morning, he informed us to go to various entrances and exits to wait for the bishops. There must have been an emergency last night."

Crown frowned slightly, turned around and ordered: "Dell, you go back to the workshop to hold a regular meeting."

Judging from this posture, it is likely that the situation in Llorente Town has gone unfavorable.

After the few people separated, he hurried to the conference hall.

Flanders sat with a solemn expression, and nodded slightly when he saw Crown arriving.

The participating bishops quickly arrived, and the archbishop went directly to the topic:

"An urgent battle report came in early this morning. Bishop Paladin and Mr. Ivan of the Security Bureau were killed in the battle. Although the fishmen's attack was repelled, there were huge casualties on the front line, and support must be provided immediately."

"how is this possible?"

"What happened on the front lines?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

The death of a third-level transcendent in battle had a huge impact on everyone.

Excluding the Pope, these people represent the highest force value of mankind, which means that they are also likely to fall if they go there.

The elite troops of Rhine City faced the enemy's miscellaneous fish troops and were beaten like this. How should they fight in the future?

Flanders stood up from his seat and pressed down with one hand, and the conversation stopped.

His eyes scanned the faces of each bishop:

“The situation in the urban area is not optimistic either. It has been confirmed that there are level 3 deep divers in the nearby river.

On the one hand, we need to support the front line, and on the other hand, we need to organize elites to clean up the river section from the city to the town of Llorente.

The Warlock Brotherhood can still produce another third-level transcendent, but the Security Bureau only has Rondo in charge, and is unable to send out any more strong men.

We are the main force in this reinforcement and cleanup, and the other two forces are responsible for providing supplies, military pay, and more low-level extraordinary beings. "

Daniel raised his head and faced the Archbishop: "Your Excellency, if the troops encounter a battle of this scale again, it is likely that we will lose more strong men."

"We have no choice. If Llorente's mouth is opened, the entire Rhine City will be threatened. Unless our entire city is relocated away from the Rhine River, this is unrealistic.

The good news is that there are very few fish-men with third-level strength. The main reason for this casualty is that a large number of fish-men suddenly washed ashore at night. "

Murlocs and deep divers cannot leave the water very far. Theoretically, they go to a dry environment with little water, but how can people survive without drinking water?

No one is a fool who can become a third-level transcendent. Now that everyone is on the same ship, the allies can no longer send strong people and can only take the lead themselves.

The church quickly reached an agreement and sent four more bishops to the battlefield of Llorente. In addition, four bishops were dispatched to lead troops to clear the river.

Flanders named Crown to participate in the task of clearing the river because one of his bishops was declining in physical strength due to age and could not adapt to continuous high-intensity battles.

. . . .

An all-steel warship more than ninety meters long was sailing on the Rhine River. The steam engine on the ship was roaring and billowing smoke.

The name of the battleship is written on the side of the ship in white paint: 'Iron Duke'.

At the bow of the ship, Savage Hart, wearing full armor, sighed:

“We cannot deny the fact that these mortals have created so many things in the past few decades that are beyond imagination.

When I first saw that a ship with a steel structure could float on the water, I couldn't understand it at all. "

He has a thick brown beard, strong features and sharp edges, and his eyes are obviously one big and one small.

Crown was also wearing full body armor, and Fokine was holding on to the railing, staying at his hand.

This time, he brought the crow out so that he could increase his proficiency in animal taming. ,

He reached out and touched Fu Jin, smiled and responded:

“I looked through the church’s sealed archives and learned that the last time the evil god came, mortals could only pray desperately to recharge the church’s magic circle.

Maybe this time it will be different and they can also play some combat roles. "

The church's troops to clean up the river were divided into two groups and took two warships.

Both of them are bishops of the Flemish line, so they naturally go together.

This group of them went down the Rhine River, and their destination was the town of Lorent. They turned back after arriving at the town; the other group eliminated the murlocs in the urban waters.

Savage was somewhat disapproving. He shook his head slightly and said, "Maybe. Mortal firearms can still play some role in low-level battles, but they rely too much on logistical support and can only be used for defense."

At this time, Harry who was standing next to him put down the telescope in his hand, turned around and said: "Two bishops, we found about a hundred fish-men on the river bank two kilometers ahead."

The archbishop learned that there was no second-level guard around Croun, so he sent his own servant as a guard.

Savage raised his telescope to observe, and waved his palm as big as a cattail leaf:

"Notice down and get ready to fight. Bishop Crown and I will hold the line, so you guys can fight with confidence."

On the Iron Duke, the church's power consists of two bishops and ten second-level transcendent beings.

Other forces provided a phalanx of riflemen composed of five second-level extraordinary beings, one hundred and fifty first-level extraordinary beings, and a group of ordinary people.

The order was given, and the extraordinary people quickly gathered on the deck.

The roaring battleship also attracted the attention of the murlocs. These monsters swam toward the battleship. Some of the murlocs had unusually huge webs on their feet, and they actually flew towards it as if they were walking on water.

Croun saw that these fish-men had colorful scales, looked very random, and had all sorts of deformities.

He said to a nearby gunman: "Soldier, give me your gun."

The gunman didn't know why, but he still handed over the carbine obediently: "As you command, sir." Crown tried the gun skillfully, and smiled at the confused Savage:

"I have been practicing marksmanship for a while, and my hands are a bit itchy."

Savage curled his lips slightly and muttered: "Practice firearms is a waste of time, you might as well practice bows and arrows."

With a faint smile, Crown didn't respond with words.

He summoned the golden wall and checked the proficiency of the shooting skill that he had not practiced for a long time.

[Shooting: 2024/5000; Level ]

Raising his rifle, he activated his super vision and aimed at the murlocs running across the water.

Del had seen his marksmanship and immediately asked for a large amount of bullets from the gunman.

"boom"

Crown immediately pulled the bolt, poured out the cartridge case, took the handed bullet and loaded it.

Solander, the leader of the gunners, stood in the middle of the team. He heard someone firing and couldn't help but get angry.

What kind of bastard fired the gun? There is still a distance of seven to eight hundred meters at least. Shooting now is a waste of bullets.

Their team had already fought with fish-men in actual combat, and concluded that the wind on the river was strong, and bullets could only cause effective damage within two hundred meters. The scales on those monsters were not in vain.

More advanced fishmen are not afraid of bullets at all, unless they hit weak parts such as eyes.

Murlocs are extremely fast, and it is difficult to hit the eyes of a moving target.

Solund followed the sound and looked towards the place where the gunshots were fired. He saw that it was someone from the church who was shooting, and he was filled with anger.

He cursed in his mind: 'This is fighting, not hunting in the wild. ’

"boom"

"boom"

The gunshots were very intensive, and Thorund's original expression of displeasure turned into surprise.

Not only him, but the people in the square team also became commotion.

"Who is so strong!"

"Yeah, why didn't I notice it before?"

As the distance between the battleship and the fish-man got closer, these people all saw that as long as a gunshot was fired, a leaping fish-man would fall into the water and remain motionless.

Some people looked sharply and discovered an even more shocking fact.

The location where the fishman is shot is the eye, without exception!

Is this still possible? Savage's eyesight was very good, and he witnessed this magical shooting technique.

He never thought that a firearm that he originally looked down upon could cause such damage.

The constant murlocs being shot only aroused the ferocity of the other murlocs even more.

They let out shouts of unknown meaning and rushed towards the battleship even harder.

By the time other gunners started shooting, about two-thirds of the murlocs were dead on the road.

The rest of the battle was lackluster. Only a few murlocs rushed onto the deck and were quickly hacked to death by the extraordinary beings' swords.

After the battle, Savage extended his thumb and praised: "I didn't expect Bishop Crown to have such an excellent shooting talent."

"Thank you for the compliment." Crown accepted the compliment generously without being modest.

It is impossible for ordinary people to achieve his current abilities without several years of training and a certain amount of talent.

He thought for a while and suggested: "The intelligence mentioned that the combat effectiveness of the fishmen increased after nightfall. How about we divide the troops into two groups, one group with fewer people and responsible for fighting during the day. The other group has more people. Take charge of the night.”

"I just wanted to discuss the grouping with you, so I'll be responsible for keeping watch."

Savage felt that his comrade-in-arms had only been able to advance to the third-level transcendent for only half a month, and that he might not be able to fight hand-to-hand in real combat, so he decided to work harder on his own.

"Okay," Crown accepted happily, "I will be responsible for the night when we return."

The two divided the combat troops into groups, and the group responsible for the night watch returned to the cabin to sleep.

"Thank you for your hard work." Savage bowed slightly and left with his bodyguard after saying this.

Looking at the other party's figures leaving, a golden light flashed in Kroun's eyes.

[Shooting: 2235/5000; Level ]

Smiling with satisfaction, he said to Del: "Help me find a batch of bullets."

He wanted to take this opportunity to upgrade his shooting skills and see what kind of special effects it could bring.

His strong physical fitness allowed him to shoot so many times without feeling tired at all.

The river is surging, the flags are flying, and the liver experience is at the right time.

(End of this chapter)