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Chapter 630 Pureblood Knight Medal
"It smells awful."

As soon as she approached the building called the Rose Church, Fudolin frowned and instinctively covered her mouth and nose.

However, her sense of smell seemed to be very strong; even so, she could still smell the fishy stench.

Dragons do have a very keen sense of smell. Luluwo glanced at her, waved her hand, and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, just stay here and don't move. We'll go over there."

It's not surprising that Fudoline reacted this way; if she had actually seen the scene inside the Rose Church, she would probably have felt even more disgusted.

Because the church was filled with blood, every crack in the bricks was soaked in viscous blood, and blood-red tumors clung to the walls, this grotesque flesh was far more disgusting to Luluvo than the crimson, rotting polymer.

But in stark contrast, in such a disgusting environment, there were still vibrant red flowers growing amidst the blood.

There was nothing inside the church except for these disgusting things. The flowers, however, could be collected; perhaps some collectors with unusual tastes would enjoy them.

Wait, it can't be said that the church was completely empty.

If you go to the innermost part of the church, you might see a different kind of view.

As she spoke, she looked around again. "The Platinum Son Group often comes over here to cause trouble. It wouldn't be bad for you to keep an eye on things from here."

However, Fudolin didn't seem to like this. Perhaps she wanted to get to know everyone better since she had just joined the strategy group. After some hesitation, she followed them.

The white-masked man stood at the entrance of the Rose Church, dressed in a blood-stained battlefield medic's uniform. The dried bloodstains were an unsightly color, and the stench of blood in the church was so strong that it was almost unbearable to look at.

The white mask also looked rather sinister.

“You’re back, my dears.”

A man's magnetic voice came from beneath the white mask. No matter when or where, his voice always seemed to be filled with joy, but to some, this joy was like a provocation.

This guy has an unpleasant air of arrogance about him, and he speaks in a sarcastic and sarcastic way.

But so far he hasn't done anything detrimental to the adventurers, and has even proactively provided all sorts of information, making people's feelings towards him quite complicated.

Luluwo looked at the white mask and recalled her interactions with the other person over the past few days.

Once people set off for Stoneville, the white mask will disappear from where he started, leaving behind a message guiding them to Lake Lienia to find him.

However, the message seems to have been hidden, as many adventurers didn't see it at all, and even those who did haven't found the Rose Church in the vast Lake Lienia.

Luluwo was searching purely out of interest, and she actually found it.

Back then, at the entrance of the Rose Church, the white-masked man gave her something called the "Festering Blood Finger," instructing her to use it at least once.

Luluwo immediately recognized it as a replica of the Crimson Eye Orb, which could also be used to invade other people's worlds.

She used her festering blood finger to invade other adventurers in front of the white-masked man, and after returning victorious, she received a lot of praise from them.

After the praise, the white-masked man's true purpose was revealed.

“I would like to invite you to become a full member of our society—to become a knight of Lord Monger, the ‘Blood King,’ and to build a new dynasty with us.”

"Lord Monger not only possesses immense power and conviction, but is also filled with love. I suppose the answer is obvious, my dear?"

“Then please accept this. This is the final trial—soak that cloth in the witch’s blood.”

"This ritual was originally for the witch to kill herself, signifying a farewell to the guidance of the two fingers. But since you have no witch, it is fine to use the blood of another witch."

And so, Luluwo and her companions obtained the white cloth and borrowed some blood from the witch who could cast healing prayers at the battle festival.

The Skyrim strategy team members each had a swearing cloth and took turns asking the witch for blood, creating a bizarre and absurd scene.

"I brought the items back."

Luluwo showed the white-masked man the blood-stained oath cloth in her hand.

The man in the white mask looked at it seriously and then made a cheerful sound.

"You have completed the final trial, my dear. Now you are a knight who will join us as a full member of the royal family, the 'Blood King' Monger, to build a new dynasty."

Luluwo had a peculiar feeling when she heard White Mask's words. How to put it? Although she didn't have a good impression of this person, she wouldn't say she hated him either, but at this moment she had become the knight of that Blood King.
Suddenly, I had a wonderful feeling that we ordinary people had also become nobles!
Luluwo straightened her back, feeling a sense of exhilaration, like being crowned king in a role-playing game.

"So that's it?" she asked.

"Of course there are others. Come, extend your finger and let the noble blood flow into your body, becoming eternal proof."

As he said this, the white-masked man pulled out a gleaming dagger and extended his hand to Luluwo.

Wait, what's going on here?
Will the afterimage harm me?
With a skeptical attitude, Luluwo cautiously extended her right hand, then switched to her left hand halfway through.

A flash of cold light appeared, and a sharp pain shot through her fingertips; the white mask had actually cut her finger!
That's it?

Luluwo felt like all her cold sweat had been for nothing.

"It's just a cut on your finger, there's absolutely nothing to be afraid of, oh my god—"

Before she could finish speaking, she let out a piercing scream!
The rest of the Sky Strategy Team were startled by her sudden scream.

Fudolin's eyes flashed, and she was about to rush forward and beat up the white mask, but Tammy stopped her in time. Luluwo was trembling all over.

After the white mask cut her finger, it drew in an out-of-the-box stream of blood that flowed into her body through the wound. With the blood, an indescribable pain shot through her body!
I can't stand it, I can't stand it at all!
But amidst the intense pain, she also felt an additional, strange sensation, as if she had established a connection with some unseen, great being. This feeling was like...
pledge?

As the excruciating pain gradually subsided, Luluwo staggered back two steps, clutching her wound, her face turning pale.

The white-masked man's even more pleasant voice rang out at just the right moment:

"That scream just now was truly beautiful, my dear. You must remember that pain. It is the irrefutable proof of the connection between Lord Monger and us, hehehe."

It was still that unpleasant laughter, but this time, along with the laughter, he handed over something.

[Pureblood Knight Medal]

The Blood King is preparing to establish a new dynasty, "Mongwen," and this medal is a testament to the honor of the dynasty's knights.

[Using this will grant you an audience with Munger, but the time is not yet right; Munger is still spending the night with God.]

Let us await the day when the dynasty is founded.

"This is a special medal that signifies eligibility to meet Lord Monger, my dear. I got this especially for you."

The smiling voice behind the white mask really sounded like that of a considerate and responsible HR person.

"But you are not allowed to use that medal yet. You can only have an audience with the Lord after the upcoming founding of the Mongwen Dynasty. Can you endure until then? Hehe, I can't wait. You will definitely be highly valued and bask in the Lord's favor."

After saying this, he ignored Luluwo and turned his attention to Tammy and the others.

"hiss"

Tammy and the others gasped, trembling with fear at the memory of Luluwo's ​​screams. The oath cloth in their hands felt almost too hot to handle.

In the end, everyone gritted their teeth and went for it. Amidst screams, everyone received the Pureblood Knight Medal.

Apart from Fudorin, she didn't even have a sworn oath; to the White Mask, she was practically nonexistent.

"With so many pureblood knights, Lord Mongo must be very pleased."

The man with the white mask sighed sincerely, then whispered:

"I wonder if these people can fill the vacancies left by the veterans."

Luluwo had just recovered from the pain and now had an item called [Blood Finger] in her hand, which allowed the user to transform into an intruder known as "Blood Finger".

It feels almost identical to the blood-red eye gemstone.

"Are you alright? You seem to be in a lot of pain." Fudolin's concerned voice came from the side. Luluwo forced a smile and shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

Suddenly, Fudolin took out a small bottle and dripped a drop of clear, viscous liquid onto Luluvo's injured hand.

A miraculous thing happened: the wound stopped hurting completely!

"What kind of potion is this?" Luluwo asked in surprise. She had just tried the healing potion, but it had no effect on the pain.

“White Dragon’s saliva,” Fudolin replied casually, as if it were common knowledge to her.

White dragons are the most skilled healers among the dragon race. They have a high aptitude for learning any healing abilities and their skills are even more effective.

But
I've never heard of the white dragon's saliva being able to heal wounds.
Luluvo felt a little strange, but didn't ask any questions, staring at the Pureblood Knight Medal in her hand.

The description says the time is not right, which means it cannot be used yet?

Disappointment crossed her face. She had gone to great lengths to complete the White Mask's mission in order to open up new areas, but what was going on? Why couldn't she use it?
Seeing that she looked unhappy, Fudolin tilted her head in confusion and made a face in an attempt to cheer her up.

"This young lady is so heartless," Lulu sighed, wearily rubbing the other's head.

She tightened her grip on the medal slightly, as she channeled her magic to create a protective layer around it.

However, the moment the medal came into contact with magic, it lit up with a blood-red light, instantly enveloping Luluvo and Fudolin beside her!

"Hey? Hey?"

Luluwo was completely bewildered. After being enveloped in light, he felt a familiar sensation, which was the feeling of being about to be teleported away!
"Didn't we agree that it couldn't be used?"

The white-masked man is still standing there!

Oh no, oh no! If I go in now, won't I disturb that Blood King's romantic evening? What if I go in and see something disgusting?

Before she could think too much, the teleportation effect had already begun!

In the very end, she glanced guiltily at the white mask.

They met the other person's murderous gaze.

"Oops! I didn't mean to!"

(End of this chapter)