I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

These days, the atmosphere in Liz's extraordinary circle is more solemn than ever.

"Black Swan", "Orderer", 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.

The fight club became more rampant. They frequently moved around in various districts of Leeds, collectively planning an attack or "punishing rape and eradicating evil" and leaving behind the name of a thief, and frantically absorbing foreign members to expand their power.

Not many neutral Transcendents dared to come to the center of the club anymore. The boxing ring that had been arranged had been left unused for a long time, and the original fighting rules had been completely forgotten.

Those official members have either joined the president Bieber's camp, or simply disappeared to avoid potential risks, and 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's 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 must put a stop to Fight Club's madness.

If this voice grows among the people, more and more workers and civilians will join their ranks, and there may be bloody conflicts with the Leeds government.

Secondly, he didn't want the "Orderman" or two other official organizations of the God of Order to take over the Fight Club, and he relied heavily on this club to digest the potion in the future.

Once the official takes over, all actions are under the nose of the opponent, and the opponent can even find 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 "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 live in it.

"In other words, why should I worry about this problem alone."

Tu Fu seems to have figured something out, what insight can he have as a mere Sequence 9 Transcendent, why not refer to other people's opinions.

After counting the time, it was time for the small classroom of the evil god.

"Santa Maria."

Without hesitation, he immediately performed the "anchor ritual" 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 precision instruments in the captain's cabin until the waves beat one after another in his ears.

"Teacher door?"

He turned on and switched to a familiar radio frequency casually. It was unclear whether the signal from the abyss was bad or the "gatekeeper" was in trouble, so he didn't reply for a long time.

This made Tu Fu pick up the microphone and shouted in his proficient ancient Assyrian: "Call 'Teacher Men', students call 'Teacher Gate'..."

However, after two "alarm bells" rang, the radio station rang out a deep and sad male voice, as if he was unhappy because of Tu Fu's recent behavior of plucking 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 it 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.

Subject matter is not limited, except poetry. "

After his enthusiastic and shameless questioning, the "gatekeeper" of the abyss was silent for a long time, and then he sighed heavily before speaking: "Are you in trouble?"

"Billy's in trouble, to be precise."

Tu Fu said solemnly: "Mr. Men, can you use external forces to make a superhuman grow rapidly in a short period of time? It's 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 other 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 give it a try before he would give a suggestion: "It is more reasonable to use ritual magic to activate the god drop ceremony, but different specifications require different sacrifice methods, which will take a long time to prepare."

"anything else."

After a moment of silence, Tu Fu gave up the proposal, not to mention that he didn't have time to do it now, and 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. Using a suitable taboo with extraordinary abilities will have a multiplier effect."

The "gatekeeper" undoubtedly gave another good-sounding but useless suggestion, like torture him, why do you have no money, don't you like it?

The only forbidden item Tuf had ever seen in Leeds were the cursed red shoes.

Most of these precious things are monopolized by the Church of the Seven Gods, so how could it be his turn to have such rare strategic items on the market.

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 wasn't the first time Tufu had heard the term, as members of Fight Club had mentioned this luxury consumable.

"Instill or transfer supernatural powers into metallic objects through simple sketching rituals."

The "gatekeeper" explained it again in detail.

Runes are engraved by using spiritual guidance on specific metal carriers.

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.

Apart from the metal materials needed for the spell itself, there are also silver carving knives, ores, and materials for corresponding rituals, all of which are not ordinary goods.

The material cost of an ordinary "good luck charm" is at least close to one crown.

After all, it's quite a bit of 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 a system."

Tu Fu breathed a sigh of relief in vain, and heard the "gatekeeper" introduce him to the types of spells for beginners, such as tranquility spells, dream spells, burst spells, and the like.

"These sound like ordinary effects. Is there any 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 was now more certain of a guess.

Humph,

He also said that you are not an evil god.