"Sith Priest, please open the door of the test room!" Though I don't like the boy, I can't bear to see him go crazy because of that.
In the silent darkness, the feeling of every second was magnified, time seemed to be forbidden, the entire room was a huge barrier, and within the barrier was a void, LAN himself did not remember exactly how much time had passed. Three days? Or 4 days? Taking advantage of the undisturbed time, LAN carefully recalled her past, and then carefully locked all the memories deep in her heart.
"Gasiah, that's no use, because there are quite a few people who get lost in the test room after seeking status, and no one can bring him out except himself." The old man said gently, without the slightest worry.
"But..."
"Gasiah," interrupting the young guardian knight, "if you feel free, go and review the Bible."
Gasiah froze for a moment, wanting to say something, but ended up saying nothing. He understood the rebuke contained in the gentle tone of the First priest.
There should have been no sound in the boundless darkness, but LAN did indeed hear a sound, a chaotic sound, like the noisy sound one hears when choosing faith.
What is the meaning of the neutral? Thinking in my mind, I blurted out the question unconsciously, and suddenly the voices around me fell silent.
"Don't you know what the neutral stands for?" A gentle female voice suddenly rang out.
LAN noticed that she had used "you", which represents the high status of the neutral. "Can you answer me?" Asked carefully meaning, he suddenly became curious.
"God of Glory, Inviger, is glad to answer your questions." " A gentle female voice rang out again, and she called out her name.
God of Glory? So all those noisy voices are from God? LAN was not flattered by the fact that the other person was a god, because he knew that God was the same as man, a form of life, only that they were stronger.
"The so-called 'neutral one' means... The female voice, who called herself the God of Glory, was about to answer when suddenly a bright red burst around her. She exclaimed and then fell silent.
"Invag?" LAN called again, but this time there was no response.
In the silence, time flows by. After a long while, a soft sigh of the woman comes from the void. "Sorry, I cannot explain to you what 'neutral' is. You only need to know that your use of divine arts is not limited by faith, and that you have been in the void for a long time."
"Well, thank you." LAN said, but there was no reply. "It seems... 'Fei' doesn't want me to have any connection with you guys..."
Gently shaking the bell that had been held in his hand, as the bell rang, it suddenly brightened all around. It was just an ordinary room where the flickering light shone on the door where he had come. Without much thought, LAN opened the door and went out.
Gasiah, who was sitting by the door with a Bible in his arms, was resting on the ground, leaning against the door. His young face was full of weariness, and he didn't even wake up when LAN opened the door.
"Garcia." LAN called his name.
"Leave him alone. You've been in there for seven days and he hardly ever left." The old man who spoke smiled at LAN and said, "You look fine. It should be no problem to stay for a few more days."
"Sith Sacrifice." LAN bowed. "It's been seven days. No wonder he's so exhausted."
"It's really beyond my expectation." The old man seemed very happy. "My highest record back then was only three days. For ordinary people, if you can persist for one day, you can get the title of Ninth Rank priest. But since the sacrifice cannot skip steps, you have to start with the first rank light Sacrifice for both three and seven days."
"I wonder if you could also arrange apprenticeship courses for me while I'm doing the ritual practice?" LAN said, "After all, I don't know much about things at the moment."
"You're finally out! Great Sacrifice!"
"Gasiah, you knight are really dutiful!" The Sith priest said with a smile, and this time there was no intention of reproach.
The young guardian knight lowered his head and said nothing.
"Garcia, take LAN to get a set of sacrificial clothes and the badges of the first order of sacrifice." " "As for the doubts in your hearts," said the Sith priest, smiling, "they will be gradually revealed later."
LAN, after all, became a light priest.
Time flies, and days pass between study and practice. When LAN has nothing to do, he often goes to watch the training of the young guardian knight, who grows stronger under the training of the templar Knight.
"One day he will be the strongest paladin." This is what the old man said when LAN met the Sith Priest that day.
LAN is probably the fastest-advancing priest ever. In less than three months, he has become a light priest of the twelfth level, and Gassia is just one step away from the Templars.
Counting it up, the Kote Academy is about to start its summer vacation. If Osirena and the others get the chance to start their internship training in the second half of the semester, perhaps they can all go on an adventure together. LAN thought to himself that he didn't even notice the long sword that Garcia threw out of his hand and flew towards him.
"Watch out!" There was a chorus of cries all around, and the Knights of the Church, who were giving instructions to Garcia, rushed towards him.
Hearing the cry, he looked dazed for a moment. Realizing the danger, he instinctively raised his right hand, made a circle in the air with his fingertips, and completely neutralized the approach of the long sword. With his index and middle fingers between the swords, he casually handed the long sword to the galloping Templar.
"Are you all right..." There is a slight hesitation in the tone. The Light Sacrifice of the twelfth order already has the power to mobilize the Templars, and if they are injured because of their slight negligence, there is no way they can escape responsibility.
"It's okay." LAN nodded gently and did not accuse them of negligence.
There was a touch of scarlet on the tip of the sword.
"Are you injured? !" The words of the Knights of the Church gave Gasiah a shock.
Although injury is not a big deal, according to strict religious rules, even a minor injury means a dereliction of duty for the guardian knight.
"It's not my blood." LAN shook his head. "It might have been taken when I was bandaging it earlier. Mr. Xia is here, but it's better not to disturb him now."
Simon Xia, a frequent visitor to the Naga Temple, a friend of the Sith Priest, a magician who is passionate about exploring ancient sites.
A little piece of news got the knights in the training ground excited, Simon. Xia is about the same age as the Sith Priest, but he is very popular with young men because he always gives them the best weapons and equipment from the ancient sites that are of no use to him, and tells them stories about adventures in his spare time.
Young men are always full of fantasies, and young knights all hope that one day they can be like Simon. Summer has some thrilling and exciting memories. Life in the temple was too mundane. Although everyone was constantly striving to enhance their own strength, it seemed that they all forgot that power had no end.
Gasiah stepped aside to rest, while the Templar continued to guide the other guardian knights.
"Just now, if you had stepped back one step less and fought back immediately, you would have gained the upper hand." LAN said absent-mindedly, "You held the sword too tightly. The counterforce was borne by your wrist, and that's why the sword flew out of your hand."
"It sounds like you understand." A few months had passed and he still didn't like the young man, though LAN had won the hearts of almost all the knights in less than a week.
"I just don't want to discourage you." LAN suddenly said something baffling.
"Even if you are a twelfth-level priest, it doesn't mean you can definitely beat me!" " Gasiah was clearly provoked, and if he had noticed the malicious smile in LAN's eyes earlier, perhaps he wouldn't have been so agitated.
Gasiah's near-roaring tone managed to draw the attention of everyone present, and the smile in LAN's eyes grew even stronger. "Do you want to try? I don't use magic." Slow, laid-back tone with a hint of playfulness at the end.
"Let's give it a try then!" Gasiah was somewhat annoyed by his impulse, though it wasn't a duel, but LAN didn't even use a spell. If he didn't agree, he would seem too weak.
He casually borrowed a sword from the guard knight beside him, held it in his hand with a flower of the sword to get familiar with the weight of the sword, and LAN entered the field first, followed by Gasha.
"Go ahead and attack." "LAN said, not looking down upon Gasiah, it was just his personal habit.
And it was obvious that Garcia was annoyed at being disregarded, with the most powerful slash, and the dazzling silver light on the blade clearly indicated that there was at least a tenth level of fighting energy attached to it!
"Gasha!" The parish knight, who was in charge of the guidance, was clearly startled. He had never expected that the young guardian knight would be so unrestrained because of a few slightly provocative words.
LAN, however, did not appear alarmed. In the eyes of the crowd, his movements could even be described as slow. He raised the long sword in his hand and slashed it against the blade of Gasiah, not even using the fighting spirit. The seemingly dangerous strike merely grazed LAN's sacrificial robe and landed on the ground with flying stones, but there was no next move, for LAN's long sword had already touched Gasha's throat.
The knights of the Sanctuary were stunned for a moment, and even the captain was not sure of a decisive strike against the all-out Gasiah.
"Why did that strike miss?" LAN asked in a good mood, and he could clearly see "dejection" written on Garcia's face.
"Five times... All on the wrist, there's no time to change direction." This time, Gasiah answered honestly.
"What else?" As he returned the sword, he asked.
"What else?" Although he was frustrated at losing to LAN, who didn't even use the fighting qi, it didn't mean he would deny his defeat. At least he dared to admit his ignorance, "I don't know..."
"First of all, you're not calm enough to be provoked by a few words of mine," LAN analyzed for him, all listening, "a man who loses his composure has no chance of winning. Second, there is a lack of variation in your swordsmanship. According to the book, after the first time you were struck by me, you should at least be on guard. You have exhausted your 'strength', and there will be no way to deal with the subsequent changes. Third, as I told you earlier, you often hold the hilt very tightly. Finally, I just struck the blade of your sword fifteen times, three times a set."
"Is it double gravity?" A guard knight beside him asked cautiously.
"No. It's triple." LAN replied with a smile, "It's already very difficult to do three without the use of fighting qi." He knew how to use this power long ago, as if he had mastered it when he first started learning to use it.
All around were the sounds of inhaling.
"It's already remarkable to be able to use gravity." The Templar knight said with a exasperation, "Garcia's loss is not unjustified. In terms of skill, the priest LAN is no worse than the commander, but without fighting spirit, if he encounters a stronger man, he will still be at a disadvantage."
"Well," he said. LAN nodded. "I'm not recommending that you study techniques. After all, strength is the most important thing. I just want you to pay a little attention to the way to exert your strength to the limit."
"Isn't the way to push your strength to the limit a technique?" Another guardian knight asked.
"It's technique, but it's the technique of using power, not the technique of swordsmanship." "It's like splitting firewood. Along the grain of the wood, even a woodcutter without strength can split it easily. On the contrary, a swordsman who has long used a heavy sword has to rely on fighting energy to split the wood," LAN explained.
"It seems our knight should have an additional training in chopping wood." The Templar Knight said seriously, "What you say is very simple, but we have ignored it..."
Before he had finished speaking, Gasiah separated from the crowd and stood before LAN. His handsome face showed no expression, and suddenly there was silence around him. Gasiah knelt down on one knee and raised his sword to LAN with both hands!
"I, Gasiah Ken, offer all my loyalty here." There is no emotion in the young voice, only determination!