Slime Cultivation Game

"Enjoy it, Saint Lady..."

"Boom!"

The earth began to shake, the altar began to tremble, and amidst the flying sand and rocks, the ivory pedestal that was originally built on the lawn actually floated towards the sky. Kakaris stood in the center of the stone altar, raised the scepter in his hand, and knocked it lightly.

"Tick tock..."

The "Witch Hunter" that bound the saint suddenly tightened, and streaks of blood cut through her jade-like skin, staining the holy white robe with a few streaks of scarlet.

Then, some pink liquid was released from the "Witch Hunter" and seeped into the saint's body through her wounds.

Suddenly, her calm and peaceful face turned bright red, she bit her lips with her pearly teeth, her stubborn eyes revealed a burning desire, and her two long legs trembled restlessly in the air.

"Hmm...ah...hmm...hot..." The short moans announced the fall of the abstinent saint at this moment.

Under the influence of the pleasure rituals, the holy Virgin of Order was no different from the pleasure believers who indulged in carnal desires.

No, perhaps, the saint at this moment desires love more than those believers.

"Cough, cough, cough, how depraved, ah, I feel your love, your love for my Lord, Frey..." There was madness on Kakaris' face.

An unknown piece of music sounded at this moment, and the heavily armored knights around the altar moved in unison, drawing their swords towards the sky.

The believers on the periphery knelt on the ground, opened their arms, and prayed devoutly.

The sound of the prayers mingled with the music, making it deafening.

"Lord of Joy, who is far above the stars. You gave us love, you gave us sex. You gave life to reproduce, and you gave this land the highest joy!"

"We believe in you, we pursue you, you are the joy above joy, you are the deep love that contains the true meaning of life, you are our Lord..."

"Accept our sacrifice, accept the Holy Maiden of the God of Order. Then, come at this moment, and respond to the call of your devout believers!"

The prayers turned into a raging tsunami, one after another.

In the forest where the altar of joy was located, the wind was howling, the trees were shaking, the rocks were trembling, and the birds were flapping their wings high in the sky, but then they seemed to hit something and fell to the ground.

Maybe others can't see clearly what that thing is, but Leo can.

In the Eye of True Vision, the black divine particles had condensed into a huge black curtain in the sky, almost blocking out the moonlight.

This miracle, which is invisible to ordinary people, reveals a weird, creepy and terrifying atmosphere, which makes Leo unconsciously get goose bumps.

Is there really a god behind that dark curtain?

Why did he unconsciously think of death?

Leo recalled the head he saw in the void space half a day ago.

Another wave of trance flashed through his sea of ​​consciousness.

What exactly are the gods of this world?

He looked ahead and saw that except for Miss Shikoti, the faces of all the Joy Church members were filled with reverence and piety. Although they could not see the light curtain composed of particles, they could feel the approach of the gods they believed in.

They are getting crazier.

Especially the real archbishop, the maid Kakaris, who was kneeling on the ground praying with her hands folded across her chest, with countless divine particles surrounding her, like her armor, but also as if to swallow her up.

The living sacrifices that had been prepared long ago were pushed onto the lawn at this time. The hungry believers stripped off their clothes and indulged in pleasure on their bodies.

The moans of men and women came one after another, and the joyful ceremony, which was more grand than a few days ago, finally reached its climax at this moment.

Shikoti turned her head and held Leo's face with both hands, her misty eyes full of love: "Leo, let's... let's join in. I can feel that if I enjoy myself at this moment, my strength will be enhanced."

Both of them knew that Miss Slime was talking about her incarnation, Renee.

“……”Leo looked around a little awkwardly.

Although it was not the first time that he had enjoyed himself in public, it was the first time that he had chosen to do so.

He was still a little shy.

But Miss Scotti was obviously unwilling to let him go so easily. While Leo was hesitating, she spread her long legs, sat on him, and lay on his chest.

The tip of her tender tongue licked Leo's earlobe, and the seductive sound of a mosquito whispered in his ear: "Master, I'm so hot, I... I love you the most... Shikoti only needs you to survive. So, you only need me, okay?"

Leo hugged her waist, feeling her heat, and responded in her ear: "Thank you, Shikoti, without you, I wouldn't be here today."

At this moment, the divine particles in Leo's eyes condensed further, carving out a dark circular magic circle in the sky, with the shadow of a young girl carved in the center of the magic circle.

Kakaris chanted a prayer and raised his arms.

The restraints of "Witch Hunting" on the Saint of Order became tighter and tighter, and tears of unknown emotion dripped from the corners of the eyes of the girl with silver hair and red eyes.

Leo always felt like he had seen this scene somewhere before...

The cross-like bondage, the girl in chains, the sad tears...

Yes, he must have seen this scene...

But where have I seen it before?

Wait, this is——

A sense of synesthesia exploded in Leo's sea of ​​consciousness. He looked at the magic formed by particles in the sky and finally remembered when he had seen this scene.

"Shikoti, something is wrong, help me block it..." Leo communicated with Miss Slime with his divine mind, reached into his arms, and took out the holy relic of the Order Sect he got from Ashley.

"What's wrong, Master?"

"The cross and the weeping girl..." Leo held the holy object in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat. "The Holy Maiden of Order at this moment is exactly the same as the holy object of the Order Cult."

No, not only is she exactly the same as the Saint of Order at this moment...

Leo looked up at the sky, his pupils filled with shock.

The pattern drawn by the magic circle composed of countless divine particles was not the DNA spiral pattern that was the symbol of the Joy Sect, but the crying girl on the holy relic of the Order Sect...

The one who was summoned was not the God of Joy at all, but...

order.

The next second, a curtain of light that everyone could see lit up in the sky.

Then, amid the extremely holy Sanskrit sounds, "angels" dressed in white broke through the dark sky.

"How are you, Kakaris?"

"Cult of Order, follow me to judge the heretics."

"This is the time of judgment!"

Chapter 38 White Cavalry

"That is..." Leo stretched out his hand to block the dazzling light, watching hundreds of order believers in white robes descending from the magic circle in the sky.

They rode on white horses with wings and held spears filled with the power of thunder in their hands.

The heroic woman in the lead raised her spear and roared like thunder: "My lords, follow me to judge the pagans, rescue the saint, and charge!"

As soon as the words fell, the war drums began to sound and the Pegasus knights rushed down from the sky.

The cavalry's potential energy exploded to the extreme at this moment.

The believers, who were still immersed in the joy and happiness, were caught off guard. Only the Joy Cavalry, who had been waiting, reacted and raised their weapons and shields.

But they were also cavalrymen. On one hand, they rushed down from the air with great momentum, while on the other hand, they were on the ground and had no time to pick up speed...

The result of such hedging can be imagined.

The formation of the heavily armored cavalry of the Church of Joy was broken in an instant. In just one encounter, several believers were beheaded on the spot.

"It's over, it's the White Cavalry! It's the White Cavalry!" Several Joy Cultists who were very close to Leo and Shikoti stared at the sky blankly, forgetting even to tremble.

"Impossible, why would the White Cavalry appear here..."

"Damn it, it's over, it's all over, we're all finished..."

"You can't win, run away, run away quickly!"

Similar conversations were heard throughout the Joy Forum.

The ceremony that had just been filled with joy was completely destroyed, replaced by despair and fear.

It seemed as if the three words "White Knight" had a special magic. Just by seeing them, these usually arrogant members of the Joy Cult lost the courage to fight.

"Master... Master..." Shikoti couldn't care less about that now. He carried Leo on his shoulders and rushed towards the Forbidden Forest: "Those white knights... are the nightmare of the northern part of Castile continent..."

Leo was carried on her shoulders, his Adam's apple rolling, staring intently at the white-armored knights rushing down from the sky, with Shikoti's words echoing in his ears.

This is the most terrifying army.

Yes, the scariest, no doubt about it.

In the northern border of Castile, Tersk, who converted to the Order Sect, had two cavalry units, one black and one white.

The Black Cavalry was used to resist and conquer foreign invasions and was commanded by the Duke of Telsk.

The White Cavalry is used to judge heretics and is under the control of the Order Cult.

The number of White Cavalry was not large, only about 5,000 at full strength.

However, it is a pure cavalry composed of high-level believers.

This cavalry, wearing white armor and riding Pegasus, is not only the nightmare of the Joy Cult, but also the nightmare of all small sects in the North.

They are invincible, they are unbeatable.

What is most frightening is that this White Cavalry has never taken any prisoners.

They would not accept surrender or prisoners, and wherever they went, they would leave no grass behind.

And now, this white cavalry has actually arrived here.

Although there were only a few hundred people coming, it was a disaster for the Cult of Joy who were in the midst of a sacrificial ceremony.

Leo opened his true vision and looked at the astonishing numbers of the knights, muttering to himself: "Obviously, this is a..."

"A trap..." The old woman Kakaris, who was suspended in the sky above the altar of pleasure, stared at the blushing saint: "This is your trap."

"Yes, you finally found it." The female knight Vera, who was riding a white horse, walked slowly towards her, holding the reins and looking at the woman jokingly: "Haha, otherwise, how do you think you could get this "Witch Hunting" and how could you get the information about the Saint's tour?"

"Kakaris, you are old, but you are not stupid. How can ordinary bait catch an old fox like you?"

"Then, my Lord's spies within the Cult of Order..." Kakaris clenched the scepter.

"Oh, every one of your spies is under the surveillance of the Order. Those times when you eliminated the traitors were just to make the performance less clumsy."

"I see..." Kakaris' pupils contracted and then expanded. In these few seconds, he finally figured out the Order Sect's plan.

This is a long-term plan.

The plan started seven years ago...

The Order Cult used false information to trick the Pleasure Cult into attacking, and delivered the "Witch Hunting" device used to deal with the Saint to the Pleasure Church.

Then, during these seven years, they continued to accept nails from the Cult of Joy, and deliberately pulled out a few nails every once in a while, with the aim of making the Cult of Joy believe that they had really infiltrated the Cult of Order.

Finally, using the clues of the Saint, no, it should be said that the Saint was used as bait, more than half of the forces of the Joy Sect were lured to this branch temple and wiped out in one fell swoop.

Kakaris could never have imagined that the Order Cult would be willing to risk the death of the Saint in exchange for a moment of decisive battle.

He had been extremely careful, clearing all places along the way where there might be traces of the Saint... But now that he thought about it, that was actually a trick prepared in advance by the Order Cult.

The real White Cavalry summoning device had long been hidden in the body of Saint Frey.

As long as the sacrificial ceremony begins, the door will open and the White Cavalry will descend.

"Oh, what a good plan, what a good plan..." Kakaris sneered at the female knight and the saint: "For our small pleasure sect, you have been planning for seven years. You are really good at planning."

"You don't have that much face." The witch hunting device untied the restraints, and the power of order returned to the silver-haired, red-eyed saint.

She was floating in the air, the blush on her face had not yet faded, and under her feet was the red-hot iron.

Saint Frey used the Restoration Spell to heal her wounds and whispered, "Duke Telsk's expedition against the dark races in the Far North is about to begin. Order will protect him and help him conquer the North."

"To do this, I must first crush to death a bunch of you bugs that might cause trouble. That's all."

"If I don't use my body as bait, how can I lure out these bugs from the gutter?"

"What a pity that you are the only archbishop here. It would be better if another archbishop from the Joy Sect came as well."

"Bugs, cough, cough, you call us bugs." Kakaris coughed: "Frey, don't forget, you also came out of that purgatory!"

Fulei seemed oblivious to her words and calmly watched the Pleasure Cultists being slaughtered on the ground, turning a blind eye to this hell on earth.