I Got On A Ghost Ship By Mistake And Was Forced To Be The Captain
/ I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain Chapter 67
Chapter 67 Charms
These days, the atmosphere in Leeds' extraordinary circle is more dignified than ever.
"Black Swan", "Order", and "Eye of the Storm" The three extraordinary organizations of the Leeds Church are quietly operating, and they don't know what they are planning.
Fighting clubs became more rampant. They frequently carried out activities in various districts of Leeds. They collectively planned an attack or "punished **** and eradicated evil" and left behind the name of a thief. They frantically absorbed foreign members to expand their power.
Not many neutral transcendents dared to come to the center of the club, and the boxing ring that had been arranged had been left unused for a long time, and the fighting rules originally set were completely forgotten.
Those official members have either joined Chairman Bieber's camp, or simply disappeared to avoid potential risks. Everyone can smell the smoke of gunpowder on the eve of the war.
There are two hands behind the city of Leeds manipulating the official transcendent and the folk transcendent to engage in some kind of game.
"Sure enough, it is too difficult to balance the forces of the two parties." Tu Fu suddenly realized that the previous idea was very difficult to implement in practice.
First, he has to put a stop to the Fight Club madness.
If this voice grows among the people, more and more workers and civilians will join their ranks, and if they fail, there will be **** conflicts with the Leeds government.
Secondly, he didn't want the "Orderman" or the other two official organizations of the God of Order to take over the Fight Club, which was the club he relied heavily on to digest the potion in the future.
Once the official takes over, all actions are under the opponent's nose, and the opponent can even fumble for their own information from the club list, which is too dangerous.
Emotionally speaking, he also hopes that the club can stay, as long as the previous business model is restored.
Now, no matter which side he joins to do things, he will gradually drift away from his current ideas, unless he can defeat the extreme transcendents of the fighting club in one fell swoop, and take the opportunity to seize the next control of the club.
But it's not easy. Chairman Bieber's extraordinary team is at least 20 people, and even with the help of the "orderly people", it is impossible to solve it quickly.
Besides, if you want to take over the fighting club and become the president, you must be at least a Sequence 7 to be able to live in it.
"By the way, why should I worry about this problem alone."
Tu Fu seems to have figured out something, what insight can he have as a mere Sequence 9 Transcendent, why not refer to other people's opinions.
Calculating the time, we have arrived at the small classroom of the evil gods this time.
"Santa Maria."
Without hesitation, he immediately performed the "anchor ceremony" to start the ghost countdown.
Unknowingly immersed in the gray mist, after a short period of dizziness, Tu Fu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the pile of sophisticated instruments in the captain's cabin until the waves beat one after another in his ears.
"Mr. Men?"
Turn on and switch to a familiar radio frequency at random. I don't know if it's because the Abyss signal is bad, or the “Gatekeeper” is in trouble, and there is no reply for a long time.
This made Tu Fu pick up the microphone, and shouted in proficient ancient Assyrian: "Call 'Teacher Gate', students call 'Teacher Gate'..."
But after the "alarm" sounded twice, the radio station rang out a low, low-pitched male voice, as if he was unhappy because of Tu Fu's recent behavior of pulling wool,
"What's up?"
Tu Fu decided to ask in a tactful way: "Just now, the teacher who teaches our Bayan language assigned me a very difficult homework, and I couldn't solve this problem even after thinking about it."
After hearing a soft hum from the radio, signaling him to continue talking.
Tu Fu said slowly: "If your friend Billy is a low-order transcendent, but he is in some trouble now, and he doesn't know how to defeat many transcendents in a short time, please write a letter in Assyrian. A solution must be no less than 1000 words.
The subject matter is not limited, except poetry. "
After he asked enthusiastically and shamelessly, the "gatekeeper" of the abyss was silent for a long time, and then he sighed heavily before speaking: "Are you in trouble?"
"Billy is in trouble, to be precise."
Tu Fu said solemnly: "Mr. Men, can a superhuman grow rapidly with the help of external forces in a short period of time? It is best to be able to fight dozens of superhumans of the same sequence at the same time."
"Look for a high-sequence helper." A muffled sentence came from the opposite side.
"It's a good idea, it's better to wait for decades to upgrade to a high-sequence, and all problems will be solved." Tu Fu rolled his eyes, why did he have to worry about it for so long if he had such a connection.
The "Gatekeeper" had to be a little skinny before he was willing to give a proposal: "It is more reasonable to use ritual magic to activate the **** drop ceremony, but different specifications require different sacrifice methods, which will take a long time to prepare."
"anything else."
Tu Fu was silent for a moment before giving up the proposal. Not to mention that he didn't have time to do it now, he still had to guard against whether the first-hand "gatekeeper" would come through this ceremony.
"In addition, mastering a powerful taboo is also a good choice. The use of suitable taboos with extraordinary abilities will have twice the result with half the effort."
"Gatekeeper" undoubtedly gave another piece of advice that sounds great but is useless, like torture him, why do you have no money, don't you like it?
The only forbidden item Tuf saw in Leeds was the cursed red dancing shoes.
Most of these precious things are monopolized by the Church of the Seven Gods, and even strategic items that are rarely available on the market, how could it be his turn.
Just when Tu Fu was about to be disappointed, the deep and thick male voice added: "Or, using spells to fight is also a good choice."
"Spell?"
It's actually not the first time Tufu has heard this term, some members of Fight Club have mentioned this luxury consumable.
"Instill or transfer supernatural powers into metallic objects through simple sketching rituals."
"The Gatekeeper" explained it in detail again.
By using spiritual guidance to engrave runes on a specific metal carrier.
Of course, runes and spiritual numbers symbolize different meanings, and naturally have different functions. The drowsy "sleeping spell" and the "exorcism spell" used to drive away evil spirits and ghosts have huge "Burst Charm" with explosive effects.
This is a way to divide or transfer the external power of the superhuman to the carrier of the spell, and then set the corresponding spell to activate the power contained in the spell in an instant.
"This is usually a necessary means for the craftsman path transcendent. Their weak physical bodies force them to have sufficient self-defense means, but the production process is always the same."
The "Gatekeeper" seamlessly connects with Tu Fu's spell science course teacher, and carefully guides him how to make spells.
In addition to the metal materials needed for the spell itself, silver carving knives, ores, and materials for corresponding rituals are also required, all of which are not ordinary goods.
The material cost of an ordinary "good luck charm" is at least close to one crown.
Calculated, it is not a small expense.
Tu Fu inexplicably felt sorry for himself. If he could join the "Black Swan" or other extraordinary organizations of the church, then all these expenses would be reimbursed.
"The end of the universe really is the organization."
Tu Fu breathed a sigh of relief in vain, and heard the "gatekeeper" introduce him to the types of spells in the beginner stage, such as tranquility spells, dream spells, burst spells, and the like.
"These sound like ordinary effects. Is there a spell that destroys the opponent through the spiritual level without direct contact?" Tu Fu asked suddenly.
He didn't intend to fight with those extremists in the club. It would be best to resolve the battle quietly.
"Why don't you find a spell that can be used directly to destroy all opponents." The "Gatekeeper" snorted dissatisfied.
"Have it?"
"No!"
"If it is of the nature of spiritual pollution." Tu Fu said expectantly, "It is the kind of spell that can infect people with madness when they hear terrifying ravings and calls. "
After being silent for a long time, the "gatekeeper" gave a completely different answer from the previous one.
"have."
The moment he heard this answer, Tu Fu's expression gradually became more subtle, and he is now more certain of a guess.
Humph,
also said that you are not an evil god.
(end of this chapter)
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