Chapter 393 King Selection Ceremony, Final Battle

"call!"

"suck!"

"call!"

"suck!"

"Feel your belly bulge! When you inhale, your belly will bulge out, and when you exhale, your belly will bulge in!"

"But Gretel, we have always breathed like this..."

"Hahahahahaha... Gretel, you are a mage, but you actually want to train soldiers how to breathe... Hahahahahaha..."

"Shut up! If you laugh again, give me back the microscope!"

The treatment location that Grete chose for Prince Rosegar was not inside the mountain, not deep inside the royal court, but outside the royal court—to be precise, on the top of the mountain directly above the royal court. Just kidding, can a stage I pneumoconiosis patient stay in the belly of a mountain for a long time?

That place where daily flames are rolling, smoke is rising, PM2.5, no, PM10 is always high?

The first priority in the treatment of pneumoconiosis patients is to stay away from the previous working environment and stop breathing dust!

In order to ensure the safety of the prince, the royal guards intentionally or unintentionally increased the number of patrols to the top of the mountain; among the five priests who came to study, there was a 15th-level master; Archmage Serrano led the magicians near the cabin Set up a magic barrier...

If anyone else can break into the circle, well, the silver dragon girl is looking at everything in a novel state, leaning next to Gretel, refusing to leave even a step. Grete learned about the bacterial culture, staining, and microscopy techniques the day before yesterday. She has already occupied the microscope and played with it all day long.

Grete simply refused to leave. Seeing that the King Selection Battle was about a week away, Gretel stayed with Prince Rosegar, paying close attention to his condition and watching him perform breathing exercises. The only embarrassing thing is that people learned to do abdominal breathing more than a hundred years ago...

Hey, it would also be good to inhale more negative ions in the forest. Gretel looked at the sky silently, making excuses for himself.jpg.

"You recovered quite well!" After another insufflation test, Grete wrote down the numbers in the medical record and congratulated:

"We've already caught up with that guy from the Black Rock Tribe! According to Vigeland's data, his lung function can recover a little in the next few days. By then, he should be able to fight!"

"I just don't know what's going on over there..."

Over there, the King Selection Team of the Black Rock Tribe was still trudging along the mountain road. Although Serila didn't take action on the spot, in anger, Long's power was slightly revealed, and she still scared away a goat. And the dwarf's strong and honest figure makes it impossible for two people to ride the same sheep. Should Mr. Pastor be allowed to share the ride with any dwarf...

"Never! In the name of the Lord of Glory, I would rather come down and leave!"

That figure! That big beard! That body odor! Let him and the dwarf ride a sheep, why not just kill him!

It is impossible to come down and walk. It is impossible to come down and walk in this life. Mr. Pastor is a spell caster and a leader who brings everyone closer to the Lord of Glory. No matter from which perspective, he should receive preferential treatment. If only one person in the party can have a mount, it must be the priest.

And the candidates have to maintain their physical strength to cope with the subsequent king-selection battle. Only the other five warriors take turns to jump off the goat, give up their mounts to the priest, and lead the goat away...

As a result, the speed is greatly reduced and the physical consumption is greatly increased. When they reached the top, they were chased up by Ingvar, the candidate of the Steel Hammer tribe. The "Axe of the Army" waved to them, strode forward, and led his team past them...

"..."

"..."

"That elf is so hateful!"

"That boy Rosega, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, he actually colluded with the elves to cheat!"

"When we win the king-selection battle, we must drive the Fire Hammer tribe out of the royal court!"

They cursed bitterly, climbed to the top to complete the sacrificial ceremony, and then carried their equipment back down the mountain. The black-robed priest leaned on a wooden staff and struggled to climb the mountain, with a serious expression on his face:

The Holy See's team was so useless that they actually failed to cause trouble for Rothega's team!

The conscience of heaven and earth, the team sent by the Holy See is really not without work. However, the action team of the Inquisition has long been destroyed in the mountains and disappeared without a trace. The magicians are hiding deep in the sky;

Of the two teams pretending to be caravan escorts, one also disappeared, and the other stayed motionless in the trading area at the foot of the mountain, thus preserving no damage;

What? Are there also barbarian squads and orc squads that can be hired? That is to cooperate with the Holy See team. The main force is not here. Giving them money to work alone is equivalent to throwing money into the water!

Archbishop Geroni even sent a message to the powerful team in the Far North Icefield. It's a pity that one day, two days, three days, and four days passed, and not only did no one come, but there was not even a reply. I don’t know if they didn’t receive the message or if something else happened...

It took them two days longer than originally planned to return to the royal court. Although he was surpassed by the Fire Hammer Tribe and the Silver Beard Tribe, he still finished it three days before the time limit. As soon as they returned to the station, they were hurriedly dragged into the prayer room. As soon as the door was closed, they were personally accompanied by two senior priests:

"You! Take a bath, change clothes, and pray quietly! Before the king-selecting battle, we will try our best to increase your combat power to ensure that you can win!"

Kai was inexplicably thrust into the small prayer hall. Take a bath, put on a white robe, kneel on the cold stone floor, murmur prayers, recite holy scriptures, and open your heart to the Lord of Glory. When you get tired of kneeling, lie face down on the ground with your arms stretched out in a cross shape - this is the only way to rest - and relax your knees a little...

"Concentrate! Open your heart! Get as close to the Lord as possible! Only in this way can you receive the Lord's gifts and bear the glory given by the Lord!"

On the last day before the King Selection War, Kai was finally released from the prayer hall and brought into an airtight and cold stone room. The stone chamber was not illuminated by everlasting flames, nor were torches lit. Instead, a lamp stand was hung on each of the four walls. The flickering flames of twelve candles as thick as arms illuminated the entire room.

He didn't know what materials were added to the candle. The aroma was faint and faint. Kai took a deep breath and immediately felt that his body and mind were a little more ethereal.

In the stone room, two waist-high stone beds are placed side by side. Lying on the bed on the left was a priest in white robes. His blond hair was hanging down and his face could not be seen clearly. Kai just took a look, and the priest who brought him in pointed at the other bed and said:

"Take off your clothes and lie down."

"Do you want to take off all your clothes?"

The priest pointed at the stone bed and did not move or speak. Kai took off his white robe obediently, climbed onto the stone bed, and buried his face in the round hole at the head of the bed. The next moment, "click", "click", four iron rings rose from the four corners of the stone bed, cuffing his wrists and ankles tightly.

"Help! Help—"

Kai was shocked and struggled hard. He was immediately slapped on the back of the head:

"Quiet! This is a tattoo for you, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the pain! - Take blood!"

After giving the order, there was a clear sound of a knife coming from the stone bed on the left hand side. The smell of blood assaulted his nostrils. Kai pricked up his ears and listened, tick-tick, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

Good guy, is this blood enough for a bowl?

The crackling of the flame, the sound of the stirring rod hitting the vessel, and the popping of liquid boiling came one after another. After waiting for a moment, Kai felt a slight chill in the middle of his vest, and the burning pain exploded instantly!

"ah--"

He was caught off guard and screamed. What is this, what is it! It's just a needle. Why does it hurt so much? What kind of medicine was mixed in!

Even if it's human blood, there's no reason for it to hurt so much!

"Quiet!" Another slap on the back of the head:

"Pray to our Lord! Say it out loud! Give your whole being to the Lord! But from God, who was, who is, and who is to come, and who is to come, and the seven spirits who are before his throne..."

Kai read aloud instinctively. There was no sound on the stone bed next door. Apart from the sound of blood dripping, even breathing could hardly be heard. In the entire stone room, only his prayers echoed:

“Behold, he is coming in the clouds, hiss, all eyes will see him, even those who pierced him will see him, hiss… all the families of the earth will mourn because of him…”

Amidst the loud prayers of the dwarves, bowls of blood were brought in, bowl after bowl fell into the magic circle, and mixed with the secret medicine to make a deep red ointment. On the other side, long needles carrying ointment fell again and again, pricking patterns on the dwarf's body. Staggered and curled, spreading.

On the back, on the shoulders, on the arms, on the legs...

"Ok?"

In severe pain, the candidate of the Black Rock Tribe vaguely heard the conversation between two priests:

"Do you want to continue?"

"Go on, don't worry." The other person replied calmly: "There is enough blood."

"But so much blood has been drained—"

"This is Brother Klinder's piety and devotion to the Lord. Prince, you have to understand that each of us will return to the arms of the Lord, without exception."

With a click, the shackles on the limbs were unlocked. There was a bright light in front of Kai. He was dragged and turned over. The white-robed priest held the porcelain bowl with a smile and showed him a long needle:

"Come on, let's continue-"

The mark of the pious penetrates deeply into the skin. Secret medicine, blood, and holy power are condensed into one body and are engraved on the human body by tattoo patterns. Late that night, when the tattoo was finally completed, Kai was put down from the stone bed and looked down at his thigh——

The legs were smooth, and except for the leg hair that had been shaved for tattoos, no color or pattern could be seen.

"Don't look at it, this won't show any traces." The priest in charge of tattooing pushed him out:

"Within three days, it will increase your combat effectiveness, allowing you to run fast, jump high, be strong, and not afraid of pain. When you are injured, just silently chanting the holy name of our Lord will provide you with a certain amount of recovery ability. You should seize the time to try it out and become familiar with this new power!"

When he stepped out of the threshold, Kai turned around in his hurry. On another stone bed, the white-robed priest was still lying face down, silent.

With his newfound strength, Kai stood confidently in the sunshine. Around him, opposite him, four candidates stood in a circle, carrying battle axes and holding war hammers, wearing full armor, or just breastplates, or no armor.

Between them is a specially compacted and leveled ground, which is also the arena for their battle.

The final battle of the King Selection Ceremony——

About to unfold.

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