Slime Cultivation Game

After all, the myth of the invincible is no longer a myth once it is shattered.

This is true for humans and night demons as well.

The camp was filled with the smell of blood and drugs, but the soldiers turned a deaf ear to it, just enjoying their strong drinks and bragging about how many night demons they had shot.

This ragtag army of various organizations had high morale after this battle, and it looked more and more like a real army.

Except for their commander, Leo.

"What's going on?" Leo saw Frey walking out of the tent and hurried to greet her.

"The situation is not good. I used the high-level Holy Restoration Technique and holy water, but... there is no trace of divine power in her. My power cannot really affect her."

Fleur shook her head expressionlessly, "I think, just these few days."

"It's only been a few days..." Leo grabbed his hair in despair, muttering to himself: "How could it be..."

"White Knight Leo, I must remind you." Frey looked at him coldly: "You are abandoning your own reason. This is a stain on order."

"I know... I know..." Leo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "But... she did it because of me..."

“……” Frey didn’t say anything and passed by Leo.

"Freya, I have found your father's body." Leo turned his back to her.

"I don't have a father, the White Knight Leo." Frey was stunned for a moment, her voice trembling: "Where is he?"

"I built a tombstone for him in the woods west of the camp, but he hasn't been buried yet."

"Okay, I understand." The saint left, Leo pushed open the tent and walked in, sitting beside the bed.

Karen's face was sallow, her lips were dry, and there was a wound in her chest that pierced her heart, which was still oozing blood.

With a pierced heart, even a sixth-level warrior would have little chance of survival, let alone Kallen, a third-level mechanic.

If it weren't for the help of holy water, the female mechanic would be dead now.

"Kallen! Nono! Kallen! Nono! Leo!" The mechanical bird hung its head sadly, no longer having its former joy and liveliness.

It can also feel that its master is leaving it.

Leo sat quietly beside the bed, holding Karen's hand, feeling her weak pulse, his heart aching as if it were being cut by a knife.

"Nono, can you let me be alone with her for a while?"

"Nono! Okay! Nono!" The mechanical bird looked at him and flew away.

Leo couldn't hold back his emotions any longer and stroked Kallen's face, his body trembling slightly.

Why are you so stupid...why did you block this attack for me?

I...I have no feelings for you at all, I just want to use you.

I just want... to follow you and ask you to give me a place to stay.

But why, but why, you want to die for me.

Why are you so saintly, huh? Why are you so saintly!

Leo had no idea what kind of emotion he was feeling right now, nor did he know what kind of feelings he had for Kallen.

When he was in Winterhold, he just felt that this masked female mechanic was mysterious and noble.

Along the way, he felt that Karen was a little saintly and naive.

He guessed that the girl would pay a price for her naivety, but he never thought that the price would be so heavy.

No, this cannot be called a price at all.

"Leo..."

"Hmm? Kallen, are you awake, Kallen?"

Leo looked at the female mechanic, only to find that it was just her unconscious mumbling.

Moreover, the sound became thinner and smaller.

Leo quickly put his ear close to Kallen's mouth, afraid to miss even a word.

"Leo..."

"Tick tock..."

Outside the tent, a raindrop happened to fall and fell into the water.

Leo looked at Kallen in surprise, who was still frowning and mumbling. An unprecedented emotion penetrated into his soul, and he couldn't help but cover his chest.

"Why..." Leo forgot when he left Kallen's tent. He just walked on the road in a daze, greeting the people around him as calmly as possible.

For the stability of the war situation and for the little remaining hope.

Kallen’s injuries were kept secret.

Although everyone in the camp knew that she was seriously injured, they also thought that she was under the effect of the Holy Water of Order. Her life was not in danger and she just needed to rest for a while.

So sadness did not sweep across the entire Winter River.

Shortly after Leo left the tent, Miss Scotti tiptoed in.

She looked at the dying Kallen and gave a jealous and helpless smile.

"Bad girl, I really envy you for making your master suffer so much..."

"If you ask me, I'd rather eat you. I think my master would be happy if I disguised myself as you."

"But... you saved the master, I have to repay this favor."

"Really...why should I save you!"

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

Ms. Shikoti's left hand melted into the shape of the slime itself, flowing into Ms. Karen's chest along with the ups and downs of her chest...

Chapter 86: Revive, the Incarnation of Slime

Inside the tent in the dense forest.

The wounds on Karen's body healed slowly, her frowned brows gradually relaxed, and her face gradually became rosy.

"does it worth?"

The voice of Shikoti's clone was heard beside her.

"Humph, I don't care whether it's worth it or not. She saved the master, so I have to save her."

Shikoti twisted her mouth.

"But if you don't save her, won't you get what you want? The bad woman who stole your master's heart will be gone forever."

The slime clone continued.

"But...if that happens, the master will be sad, and I don't want the master to be sad."

Shikoti bit her lip, but ultimately did not stop her actions.

"Okay, then goodbye, my original self." The clone's body gradually turned into mucus, drilled into Kallen's body, and gradually merged into one with her.

"I'm sorry, I just created you."

"No need to apologize, I said, I am you and you are me." The clone's voice became smaller and smaller: "By the way, Shikoti, you... are becoming more and more like a human." Finally, the slime clone's figure completely disappeared.

She repaired Kallen's body and bonded with her in a mindless symbiotic form.

That’s right, it’s unconscious symbiosis, not devouring.

Shikoti did not eat and assimilate Kallen like she did to those bad women before. Instead, she sacrificed one of her own clones to revive Kallen with her own will.

To be honest, this is much more complicated and difficult than assimilating her.

After Kallen is resurrected, her state will be somewhere between human and slime. She is equivalent to the clone of Shikoti. However, she does not have the ability to devour other bad women, nor does she have to follow Shikoti's orders.

There was only one thing that was explicitly forbidden - hurting Leo.

Fortunately, Shikoti had created a clone before. Otherwise, even if she wanted to save Kallen now, it would be too late.

As a result, she permanently lost the ability to create this clone, and needed to continue accumulating strength before she could continue to create Little Shikoti.

After doing all this, Shikoti leaned against the bed, hugged her knees, and pouting.

Feeling the vague sense of familiarity from Kallen, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Who is becoming more and more like a human? What's good about being a human?"

"Ahhh! The more I think about it, the angrier I get!"

"Why should I use my own strength to save you! You bad woman!" On the west side of the camp.

Saint Frey was wearing a pure white gown and walking barefoot on the muddy and rugged road. The jagged stones scratched her tender and juicy feet. The heavy rain from the sky made her long silver hair stick tightly to her forehead.

The barefoot ceremony is a ritual performed by the Order Cult when worshiping the God of Order.

The implication is that I listen to the Lord’s will with my sincere and naked body and soul.

In this way, guided by the blood and with her hands clasped together, Saint Frey finally arrived at the tombstone of the God-favored Knight Lennon.

It was a very simple tombstone, made only of wood and stone. There was neither a tombstone inscription nor an emblem of order engraved on it.

Even simpler than this tombstone is Lennon's coffin.

The coffin made of ordinary trees could not withstand the pouring rain.

This warrior who gave everything for the victory of mankind and for his daughter's life was soaked in the rain.

Fortunately, his strong physique and the lingering light of order protected him, allowing him to remain as he did in life, vivid and lifelike.

He held the necklace, which symbolized the affection between him and his daughter, in his hand and placed it against his chest, as if only in this way could his soul find peace.

"How ugly, Knight Lennon." Frey approached the coffin and looked down at her father. "You are so close to my Lord, but you still can't get my Lord's power."

"Oh, if you had given your all to the Lord, you would not be lying here now."

"What an ugly man."

As she spoke, Fleur unbuttoned the first button of her teaching robe.

A crack appeared below the smooth collarbone, and more than a dozen tentacles stretched out from it, winding and grabbing Lennon's body.

Inside the suction cup at the front end of the tentacle grew a sharp mouth full of fangs, which tore and swallowed Knight Lennon's body piece by piece.

The lingering light of order began to dissipate, like nutrients, being absorbed into the body by the tentacles.

No, that is not just the light of order, but also the soul of Lennon.

"Those who break their oaths cannot obtain eternal peace in life. You are not worthy to go to heaven to serve my Lord. Be my nourishment, Lennon." Saint Frey, who had always had a blank expression on her face, now showed an unprecedented look of joy.

She held her face with both hands, and a sickly flush spread from the capillaries under her skin to her blood-red eyes.

"Hehehe... Yes, that's it. That's right. Be my nourishment, be my strength. I'm not full yet. I'm still extremely hungry."

"Boom!"

The roar of the galloping lightning covered up her crazy and trembling laughter, but reflected her inhuman tentacle body.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, Lennon's body turned into a pile of minced meat and was devoured by his daughter.

All that was left was the necklace with the photo of Lennon and Fleury.

The tentacles were retracted into the body, and Saint Frey regained her otherworldly beauty. She held the necklace in her hand with a playful smile on her face.

"Father? Haha."

"It's just a stupid relationship from the old days."

"Everyone should belong to my Lord, everyone, everything!"

"Are you right? Leo, ah... I can't wait, I can't wait to taste you, White Knight Leo..."

Click.

The necklace was crushed by Fleury, turned into powder and flew away in the wind.

The coffin appeared out of thin air and was stuffed into a deep pit that had been prepared long ago.

The rain slowly slid down the simple tombstone, and the thunders came one after another, like crying and howling. Kallen had a dream.

In the dream, her father, mother, brother, and Leo left her one after another.