Slime Cultivation Game

That was the pressure from a sixth-order strong man, a punishment knight.

His body was shaking, his knees were weak, and a voice came out of nowhere and kept ringing in his ears.

"Kneel down. Kneel down."

"Give up, give up." Cold sweat almost soaked all of his underwear. The buzzing sound was about to pierce the eardrums. The surge of adrenaline brought by the fear of death made his brain almost lack of oxygen.

But even so, Leo still did not back down.

He raised his head and stared into Lennon's eyes that seemed to be able to see through his soul. Without saying a word, he drew the sword at his waist.

"Sword of Order" is activated.

The golden light flowed through the sword, and the Buddhist sound of order surged in the tent.

“I don’t know where it started, and I don’t know where it will end.”

"Alone, with my sanity as my only companion."

“Only by abandoning emotions can we embrace order.”

"This body is the sword of order."

"Sword of Order? That's the Sword of Order?" Everyone in the tent showed surprised expressions.

Chapter 54: Consecration

"Sword of Order? That's the Sword of Order!"

"Isn't the Sword of Order in the hands of the Pope? Why is it here?"

"Idiot, the real Sword of Order is of course in the hands of the Pope. That one is a phantom constructed from the Sword of Order!"

"Order Sword System?"

"Yes, this is the first time I've seen it too. It is said that this is a power that only the most devout believers of Order can obtain."

Inside the tent, several nobles looked at the sharp sword shining with golden light, their Adam's apples moved unconsciously, and they whispered to each other.

"It's not enough to be pious..." A senior believer put his hands together and looked at Leo devoutly and solemnly: "To obtain this power, you also need excellent talent and spiritual vision beyond that of ordinary people. Only in this way can you hear the whispers of our Lord."

"Yes, those who learn the sword of order are equivalent to becoming the Lord's personal attendants, and can feel the Lord's divine favor at the closest distance."

"Oh, praise the order, oh, Lord, why don't you give me such a favor!"

"I want to serve you, too!"

"No, I shouldn't try to figure out what the Lord wants. I am guilty, I am guilty!"

This believer, who had always been taciturn, actually prostrated himself on the ground. A guilty expression appeared on his expressionless face, and he stretched out his hand to slap his mouth repeatedly.

There were many believers in the camp who felt the same way as he did.

These believers put their hands together, tears already flowing from their eyes.

There is no way. Even among the White Cavalry, who are the most loyal to the Order Cult, there are only dozens of people who can possess the power of "Order Sword".

Each of them is a candidate for cadre.

It can be said that in the selection of senior cadres of the Order Sect, whether or not one can learn the "Order Sword System" has become the most critical assessment criterion.

But it is very difficult to acquire this ability.

It requires not only sufficient piety, but also sufficient potential.

Only in this way can the God of Order recognize you as the person He needs.

In the Holy Spirit Temple in the Tersk Territory, orderly believers pray devoutly every day.

They longed to hear the oracle of the God of Order and to obtain the glory of the "Sword of Order".

But, it was in vain.

But now, such divine power appeared before their eyes, in the hands of a servant.

How could they not be surprised? How could they not be jealous?

Even though this jealousy was a violation of their teachings, they had no way to suppress it and could only punish themselves through self-discipline.

As a result, a strange and funny scene appeared in the tent.

A group of monks in white robes knelt on the ground and slapped themselves repeatedly.

Some of them even took out whips and handed them to their colleagues next to them.

"Clap clap clap!"

"Lord! Punish me!"

“……” Leo looked at this scene and could hardly hold back the expression on his face.

He also didn't expect that showing his strength in front of everyone would bring such an explosive effect.

As expected of a theistic world, the power of faith is really too... twisted...

I was really lucky to have drawn this ability.

"Sword of Order..." Archbishop Lennon stared at the sword in Leo's hand. After a few seconds, the cold light in his eyes became stronger: "Your devotion to order is beyond doubt. But I want to know how you got this power. According to common sense, as a servant, you are not qualified to enter the Holy Spirit Temple."

"Praise the order, please forgive my transgression." Leo gritted his teeth and met his gaze: "The White Knight Luna I serve has sent me to the Holy Spirit Temple several times to help her get the things she left behind. At that time, I heard the oracle."

"Faced with that oracle, I can't control my body, let alone my soul. I have no choice but to stay there. Please punish me."

“……” After hearing Leo’s answer, Lennon fell silent. He stared into Leo’s eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

The silence made Leo feel like he was falling into an icy cave. Although there was a magic-constructed brazier in the tent, his body seemed to be frozen.

Time passed very slowly, it was only a few seconds, but it felt like several days, or even years, had passed.

"Well, he should be punished." Finally, Lennon spoke slowly, breaking the suffocating silence: "From today on, Leo, you are no longer Luna's servant."

"Hmm?" Leo could hardly control his facial expression. He twisted his thighs inside his robe and relied on the pain to maintain his sanity.

The tension reached its peak.

"From today on, you are a White Knight." Lennon stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "You have proved your faith and your potential. Those who can listen to the Lord should not just be a servant."

"Welcome, my brother." Lennon drew out the sword from his waist, which shone with golden light. "Time is running out. Your enthronement ceremony cannot be held in the royal city. Please don't blame me."

Three huge question marks appeared above Leo's head. He looked at Lennon blankly, feeling like he had just got off a roller coaster.

The last second, he thought Lennon had seen through him and was going to kill him on the spot...

The next second, he was going to be directly knighted!

"Church member Leo, aren't you going to salute yet? What? Do you still have any concerns?" Saint Frey, with silver hair and red eyes, walked up to Lennon and asked in confusion.

"No, I just feel that happiness comes too suddenly." Leo came to his senses, knelt on one knee, and pretended to be the most pious: "I finally, I finally got the power to serve my Lord."

"This is the right you deserve." Lennon pointed the sword at Leo's left and right shoulders in turn: "Now I ask you, Leo, are you willing to dedicate your soul to the God of Order, become a White Knight, serve order for life, maintain your sanity, and live in solitude?"

"I do..." Leo clenched his right fist and placed it on his left chest without thinking.

This is the legal identity of the Order Sect!

"Okay..." Lennon raised his sword and said solemnly: "Praise my Lord, in an emergency, I will take the initiative on behalf of the Pope to grant this pious monk Leo the power and obligations of the White Knight. From today on, your soul belongs to the order."

"Get up, my brother."

As he said this, he put away his sword and helped Leo up.

"Thank you..." Leo was still in a state of living in a dream.

Has he... infiltrated the Order Sect?

The believers in the tent looked at him with extremely passionate eyes.

As the sharpest blade of order, the White Cavalry owns the entire Order sect.

Not to mention, Leo is also the commander of the White Cavalry, a knight personally appointed by Archbishop Lennon.

Such an honor makes it difficult for them to suppress their envy.

"Okay, Leo," Lennon continued, "You just said that you have a way to defend Winterhold, right?"

"Well, let me hear what you have to say."

It’s finally time to put it on the shelves.

I feel quite emotional.

Well, how should I put it?

After all, Shao Nian Meng is a completely new platform for me. This is the first time I put a book on the shelves without knowing how many people will read it, so I was very nervous.

Originally, I wrote my first book on Qidian. Although the results were average, fortunately I could still support myself.

But... this inexplicable review mechanism once blocked 15 of my chapters in one day.

My train of thought was completely interrupted, and it took me longer to revise the article than to write it, so I couldn't persist...

It just so happened that Editor-in-Chief Wuxin contacted me and asked me if I wanted to write a book on this platform, and told me that this place would be more suitable for me (laughs).

So, after several rounds of discussions, finalizing the outline several times, and thinking about it several times, this book "Slime Cultivation Game" was born.

The creation of this book is inseparable from the guidance of Wu Xin. Of course, it is also inseparable from all the readers who voted for her, voted for her, urged her to update, and gave her rewards.

Since this was my first time writing a book on Teenage Dream, I had no idea how many real readers I had. There were many nights when I felt restless while writing. I even thought about "going back to the starting point".

I am really not lying to you about this. Fox has no other job and makes a living entirely by writing.

If I don’t know how many readers I have, I don’t know how many people will subscribe, and there is a risk of starvation. So, I was really anxious and couldn’t sleep all night.

At times like this, it is those who have rewarded me, voted for me, and given me the motivation to keep going.

Fox would like to thank everyone here.

I won’t mention too much. It will be on the shelves tomorrow. I will guarantee to update at least 10 words. On this basis, I will add one chapter for every monthly tickets I receive (but I don’t think I will get enough, hahahaha).

Also, let’s take a look at tomorrow’s first order. If it exceeds 150, I promise that I will update three times a day in the future.

If I can reach 300... then I will update 10,000 words a day for a month, roll up the Teenage Dream and collect opinions at the end:

What do you think, should we add some funny and playful elements to the storyline?

If so, how many would be appropriate?

Dear friends, for the first order tomorrow, please give us your support!

The fox kneels down to thank you!

Chapter 55: Burning the Boats (Part 1)

"Then tell me what your plan is." Lennon ignored the looks of the believers around him and looked at Leo intently: "You'd better convince me, otherwise, I will still choose to withdraw. At that time, as a White Cavalry soldier, you must obey orders."

For him, there are only two most important things now - whether to defend Winterhold to the death, and how to defend Winterhold.

If possible, he didn't want Winterhold to fall.

After all, that meant the Night Demon Army could march south. Both the believers of order in the vast lands of the North and the headquarters of the Order Cult in the Royal City would be dealt a fatal blow.

If we are not careful, we will suffer an irreparable disaster that will lead to the destruction of our religion.

Such things have happened in the thousand-year history of the Dawn Empire.

After the siege ended this morning, he thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't think of even a glimmer of hope.

Whether in terms of combat effectiveness, military strength, or morale, the gap between Winterhold and the Night Demons is too big.

He even felt that if they did not retreat with the power of order now, they would not be able to leave next time.

But at this time, Leo appeared.

Moreover, Viscount Carter trusted this "little servant" very much.

In that case, let's listen to his plan.

Listening to Lennon's words, Leo suddenly understood something.

So that's why he named me the White Knight. It was not only a recognition of my piety, but also to make me obey his orders, so that when he gave the order to withdraw, I, a "potential stock", would not fight to the death.

It seems that as long as you are talented, you will be valued everywhere.

Leo nodded and looked at Carter again: "My Lord Viscount, just tell me clearly, how long does Marquis Logan need us to guard?"