After Karen was successfully purified as a servant of God yesterday, Ranedal once again recalled the fear of being dominated by the pressure of the God of Order.

The performance hall was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. It lost the solemnity of the past and was filled with the warmth of a birthday party.

A large cake was placed in the central area, with a row of long tables next to it, where drinks and other meals were placed.

On the outer periphery, there are two small tents with mirrors inside, similar to the fitting rooms when buying clothes in a York City clothing store, only larger.

There are two pieces of clothing hanging in a tent, one is a pirate uniform, everything from eye patches to pocket watches to boots to daggers...the other is the dress of the Allen family, which is based on the title of the Allen family.

Obviously, this was prepared for Count Recar.

There are also two pieces of clothing hanging in another tent, one is the robe of the Pamires cult, and the other is the work clothes of the cemetery administrator, which also comes with a big broom, which is prepared for old Saman

of.

But Karen also noticed that under the table carrying the big cake, there were two folded robes of the God of Order.

The main color of the God's Robe of Order is always black, and the chest patterns will differ according to different departments and positions. On the chests of these two God's robes, "Ace of Spades" is embroidered.

a.

At this time, Ventura and others who were continuing to improve the venue layout came over one after another after Karen's arrival. Naturally, they were wearing the robes of the God of Order, but they all had the ace of spades embroidered on their chests.

Not to mention anything else, Count Rekar's pirate uniform and Old Saman's Palmyres religious robe cannot be completed in less than a day, even if they can be bought ready-made through the teleportation formation at any cost.

You will face the problem of inappropriate size.

Count Rekar is tall and old Saman is a bit stooped, but the clothes they prepared are obviously particular about their size.

This means that Alfred had prepared these in advance. After knowing that he had mastered the ability of "continuous awakening", he quietly started to prepare it, or even earlier.

But the prepared clothes are actually secondary. After the awakening is completed, as long as Old Saman and Count Rekar are "sensible", they will not choose the clothes in the tent, but should take the initiative to change into the clothes placed under the cake.

Robe of Order.

This is the form, but at this time, the form is needed to express the attitude.

As the leader of the team, Karen can be casual, even casual, and can express her so-called personality charm to her heart's content.

However, the creation and development of a team cannot be separated from people like Alfred. Otherwise, Karen will be like Mr. Luther.

The ground is chaotic.

"Master."

"You did a great job."

"This is my subordinate's business."

"Tell me, when grandpa chose you to accompany me to Wynn, did you think that we would have this day?"

If the elder had unconditional preference and fantasy for his grandson, then did he think that the radio demon in Luojia City would one day become the real organizer of an emerging force in the Cult of Kosmos?

Alfred replied: "Master, the main reason why Master Dis chose me is because of my loyalty to you. I still remember that night in the hospital, Master.

He and Pu'er were attacked by bewitched monsters. My subordinates rushed to the hospital and faced Mr. Dis who arrived late. They also scolded Mr. Dis, thinking that he did not protect you, young master."

"You still remember this so clearly."

"After all, this is the highlight of my subordinate's life."

Now Master Dis is lying there, and any movement he makes can cause the former high priest to feel uneasy and panic. And I once had a draw with Master Dis and even reprimanded him face to face.

Alfred also had some thoughts of his own. He was thinking about whether he could write this "interaction" with Mr. Dis in his personal biography in the future. In the column introducing himself, he also included a few pictures depicting the scene at that time.

of murals.

Maybe thousands of years later, tens of thousands of years or even a few epochs later, later generations of mural viewers and theologians will argue endlessly about their "level of strength."

"You guys wait a moment, I'll go in and chat with them. Maybe they are fishing now."

"Yes, Master." "Yes, Minister."

Karen walked to the two coffins, a black chain appeared under his feet and sank into one of the coffins, and slowly closed his eyes.

No one was seen on Count Recar's boat, and Karen came to Old Saman's cemetery.

The cemetery became a pond, with tombstones standing there. Below was the pond water, with many fish swimming in it, and a whale stranded there.

These two people were really bored to a certain extent and actually started playing abstract art.

Karen's figure appeared on the steps, and in front of him, Count Rekar and Old Saman were each fishing with a fishing rod.

The two people immediately sensed something and turned back together.

Earl Rekar immediately stood up: "Master Karen."

Old Saman tied his hands and bowed slightly: "Hey, Karen."

"Do you want to develop into an artist? After you go out, you can paint or make movies."

Old Saman explained: "Last week I fished for tombstones on his boat, and this week I fished in my cemetery."

"Thank you for your hard work," Karen said.

The reason why the lady in the underwater tomb continues to entertain herself in the tomb and is unwilling to move here earlier is because she does not want to live such a "sealed" life.

This also reminded Karen not to resuscitate people easily in the future to "standby", because even prepared dishes will spoil if left for a long time.

If you wake up early but don't give them the conditions to recharge their energy and walk out of the coffin, you can only let them sit in a prison of confinement alive.

"Master Karen, don't say that. It will make me feel ashamed. You have given too much to me and to the Allen family. Sailors who are ungrateful are destined to be swallowed by the sea."

"It's good to take a break, really." Old Saman organized his speech, "It's also good to chat. He has told me the stories of his ancestors for many generations, and I also told him about Pa

The History of the Mires Cult."

Karen smiled and asked, "Have you finished talking?"

Old Saman nodded: "I have finished speaking a long time ago, and I am working hard to compile it now. After a period of accumulation, when we can go to the real world in the future, one of us can rewrite the family history and the other can rewrite the teaching history.

Anyway, they are all made up, there is no big difference.”

"That may disappoint you, because you probably don't have enough time to prepare these."

Count Rekar and Old Saman didn't react at first, but then they looked at each other and immediately looked at Karen.

Could it be?

Karen nodded and said, "Get ready."

After saying that, Karen's figure disappeared from here. In reality, he slowly opened his eyes, raised his palm, and a golden chain flew out of his palm, split into two in the middle, and each sank into the two coffins in front of him.

middle.

Everyone around him subconsciously stood up straight with serious expressions on his face, waiting to witness.

There was no prelude, no more verbal foreshadowing. Karen simply said: "Order - wake up." "Buzz!" "Buzz!"

"

The lids of the two coffins immediately floated up.

Karen felt that the spiritual power in his body was being rapidly extracted and injected into the two corpses along the golden chains.

However, although the depth of the soul is now just a small puddle, the crazy output only makes the small puddle a little rippled and slightly shallower.

After the input reached a certain level, Karen suddenly found that it had reached a critical value. If he continued to input, even if he still had it, they would not be able to survive. The excess spiritual power was already overflowing.

Has this reached its peak?

The power I input cannot form an effective circulation in their bodies, and is more like simply filling.

Of course, in the eyes of the outside world, the awakening spell of the Cult of Kosmos is already a "miracle", and what Karen now has is for the awakened ones.

The ability to continue charging is the "miracle" among "miracles".

But Karen has the precedent of "Order 12 Knights" before him, so he clearly knows that he can do better.

He did not believe that the "12 Knights of Order" who had reached the status of branch gods were all puppets controlled by the power of the previous God of Order.

Is there any way to improve it?

Karen thought of one thing, but didn't dare to implement it rashly, that was...ordering.

Because he was very worried, he accidentally swallowed it or melted it.

But at present, if you want to solve this problem, ordering should be the best way. Let the power you input form an orderly closed loop in the opponent's body. This can greatly improve their autonomous efficiency, and you only need to

Just add a little more every once in a while or when they need it due to some special circumstances.

While Karen was still thinking about improving, two people sat in the two coffins.

They are all characters who have seen the storm and have psychological foreshadowing. Naturally, they will not sit up and be "surprised" or "surprised" or shout: "What's going on?"

The two of them climbed out of the coffin silently and came to Karen.

Karen looked at them. Just before they were about to kneel down, Karen crossed his arms on his chest and said in a deep voice: "Praise for order."

What he wants to gain is partners, a healthy and positive team, not a group of slaves.

In the mythological narrative of "Symmetra", the description of the "12 Knights of Order" are also followers of the God of Order, rather than captive slaves of the God of Order.

Alfred and the others also made the same move and said in unison: "Praise for order."
To be continued...