Chapter 241 Good Comrade Tula

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

The places near the coast have begun to be invaded by the strange dreams of evil gods. The situation in the western mountainous area has not yet been determined. The situation in Faruk Kingdom seems to be stable, but in fact it is also mixed with internal and external troubles.

"Why sigh, everything is getting better."

Nick smiled and added: "In the past few months, there have been two more bishops in the church, and the number of second-level transcendental beings has increased by more than 300.

The Brotherhood and the City Hall each have one more third-level transcendent, and our human strength is also growing. "

Croun smiled bitterly in his heart and did not answer.

Facing the evil god and his huge dependent race, the growth of humankind's overall strength is still too slow.

But now that the sky is falling and there is a tall man holding it up, 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 he had nothing else to do, he said goodbye and left.

. . . .

On the training ground, Tula is practicing sword skills.

He has always understood the truth that one must constantly temper oneself in order to maintain one's own state and turn combat skills into instinct.

After a few days of rest, this instinct will fade.

In fact, as long as people are willing to work hard, they will make certain progress. The difficulty is to maintain progress.

When Kroun arrives, release Fire Breath for a brief warm-up.

This breathing method can quickly elevate the body's competitive state and is much easier to use 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]

This skill has been rarely used since Lushou Jingfu Zhu. He does not need to exercise to maintain his condition because he will never regress.

I don’t know how many surprises the battle in the next few days will bring me. Crown smiled secretly and said hello:

"Your Excellency Tula, I'm ready."

"Then let's get started!"

The two of them put down their armor masks and raised their weapons in a salute, each holding a salute. Tula released the fire spirit shield, grasped the shield and slightly bent his knees in a defensive movement.

When Crown saw the opponent, he did not step forward. He released the source armor, then injected the source of life into the weapon and then attacked himself.

The flaming red light danced on the star steel sword, reflecting his stern face.

This sword has been with him for a while, and the weight can no longer satisfy him. When he builds extraordinary equipment, it will be rebuilt together.

Although he can use bronze weapons that control the transformation of spirits, he is still accustomed to using normal weapons in front of unfamiliar people.

In one second, his speed went from still to completely released. Almost at the same time as the sound of his footsteps, his figure had already rushed in front of his opponent.

There was nothing fancy about his attacks, just simple straight thrusts combined with the vibrating power of the cross sword.

It's so fast! Tula's eyes suddenly shrank, and he immediately took a step diagonally, dodged to the side, and swung his sword to parry at the same time.

If he knew that his opponent's peak speed could be even 30% faster, he didn't know what he would think.

He didn't use his shield to parry because he wanted to really feel the opponent's sword skills.

He parried the long sword and immediately felt a powerful vibration transmitted to him, as if his weapon was touching a strongly vibrating steam engine.

‘Normally, I am not as fast and powerful as him. ’

Tula could determine the opponent's strength from a simple attack.

However, his face became even more excited. Only by fighting against stronger players could he progress faster.

He has no interest in torturing people, he only likes to fight against strong people.

After fighting for a while, Crown figured out the approximate strength of his opponent and adjusted his strength and speed. Sometimes he would attack like a fire, but when the opponent was tired of parrying, he would slow down and defend.

His purpose is to have an extra free sparring partner, and to squeeze every bit of the sparring partner's strength to contribute to his own skill improvement.

Tula displayed all he had learned, but rarely broke through his opponent's defenses. However, his own sword skills and shield defense methods that he was proud of could hardly withstand the opponent's all-pervasive attacks like strong winds.

Fortunately, it was just a competition. If I really faced such an enemy, my armor would have been shattered, right? The feeling he gave me was as oppressive as Mr. Cavendi's.

In the past, the strongest swordsman in the Rhineland Diocese was undoubtedly Cavendi. Perhaps in a few years, this strongest crown will change hands.

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

The other two bishops of the new diocese were now standing upstairs, observing the battle.

Nick sighed softly: "Crown is still keeping his hand. I have known him for so long, and I always feel that he is improving every moment. It is incredible."

He had seen his friend's state when he was attacking with all his strength, and it was much more wild and fierce than he was now.

Fanny smiled bitterly: "The bloodline of the Son of God is far beyond our imagination. I specifically searched for some secret information in the family's secrets and learned that some outstanding children of the powerful God's Mansion were born with silver blood.

Don't compare yourself to such a darling of heaven and bring trouble to yourself. "

Nick shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, stop reading, hurry up and deal with academic affairs. I also need to spare more time to practice and improve myself."

After saying that, he left straight away. I am not afraid of others with high talent, but I am afraid that they work harder than you.

Nick's impression is that Crown has always been doing various things seriously, and as long as he does it, he will succeed.

When it was close to noon, Tula waved his hand to stop the action and walked slowly on the training ground to slow down the blood flow and heart rate.

For a whole morning, they were fighting with high intensity.

In the past training, when others were exhausted, he still had some physical strength. Now he was exhausted but his opponent still had a lot of strength, which aroused his competitive spirit even more.

Since he joined the church, he has been praised as the most aggressive person of the same age, and Nick was praised as the strongest defense.

Now there are stronger peers, and he still feels unconvinced.

He thinks that he slacked off when there was no one to catch up with in front of him. If he can maintain the current training intensity, he will definitely surpass the opponent in time.

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

【Cross Sword: 5494/8000; Level 4】

Really good, 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 one morning, his proficiency increased by more than 400 points. The opponent will stay here for a few days and leave with the next airship fleet, which is enough for him to grind the cross sword to the edge of advancement.

Not only has the cross sword skill improved, but the proficiency of fire breath has also increased by more than 70 points.

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

In the afternoon, Clown practiced the rock breathing method by himself.

The church has delivered his potion quota, and he has two molten fire potions and fifteen materials in his hands.

When the rock breathing method is advanced, the only breathing method he needs to work on is fire breath.

If everything goes well, he has the hope of advancing to the silver level this winter.

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

When Tula left, the proficiency of Clown's cross sword skill had reached 6236.

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

However, 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 no chance to be idle. The reason why he can have time is that his tasks can be completed quickly. The golden wall is the biggest contributor, and his efforts are relatively minor factors.

Tula was deeply moved and felt that he had met a swordsmanship acquaintance. His swordsmanship has also made great progress. The abuse he suffered in the past few days was not in vain.

. . . .

Lisa left with the church's airship, and she felt a little worried.

She planned to inform the Brotherhood of the miraculous effects of taking a large amount of golden light potion to gain more support.

At the same time, she was worried that the Brotherhood would take risks after learning about the situation. If they failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice and fell out with the church, the only potion channel would be cut off.

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

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

Even if the Brotherhood's top leaders want to take some dangerous measures, they will not be able to take action in the short term, and they will definitely ask the headquarters for instructions.

The Warlock Brotherhood is a pan-continental organization. The headquarters is separated from here by most of the land of the Farouk Kingdom and two countries. It will take at least several months to pass the message.

During this period, with the support of the Brotherhood in Rhine City, she can buy a large amount of golden light potions, and maybe the hidden dangers of the spirit control have been eliminated.

There is another reason why she chose to report, that is, some excellent second-level spirit control masters in the Brotherhood have also obtained the qualifications to take potions.

Even if she does not report, the Brotherhood will know about this situation sooner or later, and then her situation will become passive.

After the airship landed in Rhine City, Lisa left quickly and rushed back to the Brotherhood at her fastest speed.

The first people she looked for were the witch Fili and the wizard Fekat. Both of them took good care of her. When something happened, she thought of them first.

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

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

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

But it was too late to say anything now. There was no if in the world.

After a while, Fili adjusted her upright gray peaked hat and sighed:

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