"Captain, do you not need me?"

"Yes, you don't need to focus on me. I don't need any support or assistance."

"Captain, I have undergone professional training. It doesn't make much difference to me whether I support four or five people."

"No, I'm not being polite to you, nor am I trying to relieve your stress. My spiritual power reserves are enough to handle this selection. I really don't need any help. Also, let me reiterate, when it comes to team mission deployment, I'm not accustomed to being polite or perfunctory."

"I understand, Captain."

"Lastly, let me restate my responsibilities and assignments. First, as the captain, you must unconditionally follow my orders when I can clearly convey them.

Secondly,

Wentura, I can handle more than you;

Bart, I can fight better than you;

Aisley, if your soul power is insufficient, when I appear by your side, please immediately release your defense and allow my soul power to help you connect the soul bridge and guide those monsters;

Mas, after you set up the formation, open the core area of the formation to me. I can help you coordinate the formation;

As for Blanche, I'm sorry, but I'm not yet skilled in intermediate or higher-level healing and support spells;

However, I can use low-level healing and support spells. When necessary, I will assist Blanche in supporting you all. The difference is that I may compensate for the quality gap with quantity.

In short, if there are any problems that require support, I will choose the right time to participate. When I am responsible for your area, please trust my abilities and focus on doing your own tasks without distraction.

Alright, do you have anything else to add?"

The group was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit confused by Karun's deployment of their roles.

Soon, everyone shook their heads, indicating that they had nothing else to add.

Wentura, Aisley, and Bart were already motivated and their eyes were shining. They had already confirmed Karun's strength from the front and the side, so when Karun revealed himself to them like this, they were only excited. After all, their goal was to secure the final spot!

Mas and Blanche glanced at each other, seeing the reactions of the original team members. They thought that Karun should be quite famous in their region, so they gradually became convinced as well.

At the moment of team combat, no team member would be foolish enough to complain that their captain was not humble enough. They all wished for their captain to be extremely arrogant.

"Then let's settle it like this. We can practice and adapt specifically after the selection begins.

I guess it will come in rounds, it's impossible to start with the highest difficulty right away. After all, the desired result is to peel off one team after another, leaving only the two fruits in the center.

In theory, we have time to get to know each other, but I ask you all to get into the state as soon as possible.

Our team is excellent, and our team composition is complete. But in the end, it will come down to who can grasp the details better and make fewer mistakes.

Understood?"

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

Karun extended his hand, and the others looked at each other before stacking their hands on top of his.

"I haven't thought of a specific slogan yet, but that's not a problem. When we enter the Gate of Reincarnation after the final selection, we will still be a team. We will have enough time to come up with a slogan.

We are the hunting dogs, and they are the ducks.

They are here to play in the water,

We are here to eat meat!"

...

"Has it started?"

"It's about to start, sir."

"Okay."

Cardinal Kled handed his cloak to the attendant next to him and stepped into the hall, where many people were seated.

When they saw Kled enter, everyone stood up, and most of them bowed to Kled:

"Greetings, Cardinal."

"Greetings, Cardinal."

Kled nodded.

A small number of people had similar status to Kled or had a good personal relationship with him, and they smiled and greeted Kled.

Finally, Kled walked to the vacant seat in the center of the first row.

"There are a lot of people today," Kled said to the man next to him.

The man had golden hair and looked young, but the subtle details revealed his true age, showing signs of aging.

His name was Mosvat, one of the leaders of the Order of Shadows, responsible for external intelligence and infiltration work.

The smooth progress of the war between the Order and the Wheel of Reincarnation some time ago was largely due to the excellent preliminary work of his department.

"Everyone is interested in the qualities we teach the younger generation. Whenever they have time, they come to see for themselves. After all, we are all getting old, and the future of the Divine Sect ultimately lies with the young people.

In addition, some of their own family members are participating in this selection, so they also want to see how their family members perform.

But please rest assured, Punk is very reliable and won't show favoritism."

"I remember this person was sent to guard the Oglethorpe Fortress because he was too selfless, right?" Kled asked.

"Yes, you're right. But that was just to protect him. After this selection is over, I will work to bring him back."

"Okay." Kled looked to the other side, where a woman was sitting. Like Mosvat, she looked young at first glance, but her actual age was not young at all.Her name is Geriwen, the editor-in-chief of "Order Weekly". According to reason, she is not qualified to sit in the front row here, let alone sit next to the Archbishop.

But she has another identity, she is the spokesperson of the non-church propaganda organization.

At this stage, in addition to the traditional church preaching methods, new methods have been developed based on the social civilization pattern of this era, such as those propaganda organizations that do not have the appearance of the church.

Their activities are not limited to the traditional area of the Order Church. In fact, they were established to target the jurisdiction of other gods, to promote the idea of order there, attract lower-level believers, and attract the priests of the other side.

Therefore, Geriwen is qualified to sit next to Kled.

"Is there anything interesting?"

Geriwen opened her palm and dropped a blue gemstone, which scattered and revealed a plane.

The large screen above was projecting the selection scene of the Ogleve Fortress, while Geriwen controlled the eyes of the Ogleve statue for more specific and flexible observations.

"This team is very interesting. They are from York City. They were the first to be determined in terms of structure. The foundation is four people, and they have recruited a formation mage and a priest."

"Oh?" Kled smiled, "They are stable."

The selectors are all young people. When a group of young people are together, problems often arise easily, such as subconsciously choosing the strongest when forming a team.

But from the perspective of a leader, a team indeed needs a truly outstanding individual as the leader, but more importantly, to ensure its integrity and stability; otherwise, the team will lose its meaning.

And higher-level existences, such as the people in the first row where Kled is now, they have a new perspective on things because they are not building a team, they are building a platform.

Only a benign platform can provide an environment for the development and growth of outstanding talents, and enable them to develop to the level of being able to stand on their own, forming a true win-win situation.

"Yes, the purpose has been clear from the beginning, and they have already won at the starting line." Geriwen said.

In the picture, Karun was giving a speech to his team members, but there was only the picture and no sound because it was too far away. All the transmission of the projection relied on the "eyes" of Ogleve.

It is not difficult to arrange the sound, but it requires embedding a separate formation here, which will disrupt the operation of the formation of the fortress selection site and add unnecessary trouble.

But just from the picture, it can be seen that the words of this young captain have had a clear motivation on his subordinates.

"Hehe."

Kled couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene.

Geriwen asked, "Did you see yourself when you were young?"

"Well, a little bit. What is the name of this young man?"

Geriwen took out a record book from her pocket, and a quill pen opened the record book and started to search automatically. Soon, she got the answer and landed on that page, which also had a sketch of Karun, which was almost indistinguishable from a photo.

Karun Silva.

"According to the list, this young man is named Karun, Karun Silva."

"Karun?" Kled pondered slightly, "This name sounds familiar."

At this time, a bishop sitting in the second row stood up and leaned over, whispering, "Sir, you praised him when you were on the Darkmoon Island."

This bishop was one of the members of the Darkmoon Island negotiation delegation. He remembered the scene that night when Archbishop Kled suddenly stopped and mentioned a young man named "Karun" to everyone.

"Oh, I remember now."

In fact, Archbishop Kled has a very good memory, a very good memory indeed. The reason why he was vague about Karun's name was because he didn't think this name needed to be remembered by himself at all.

At that time, he just reprimanded the younger generation of the gatekeeper according to the "Order Regulations" because of this priest named "Karun", and forced the gatekeeper to leave the chat and personally resolve the matter between the children, which he found interesting.

However, even if the top leader's words are unintentional, the people below will make a lot of associations. The most important thing is that the people below dare not ask or even gamble whether the leader is hinting or joking.

Bishop Wofulun originally wanted to make a little temper and deliberately not include Karun's name, to see which important person would come to ask for this favor. But after Kled's words, Bishop Wofulun not only actively added Karun's name, but also revealed the topic.

Geriwen tore off the paper with Karun's information and handed it to Kled.

This was the first time Kled seriously looked at Karun's information record.

"A servant of the gods?"

Geriwen smiled, "Maybe he is just lazy. This phenomenon is not uncommon."

Bishop Kled spoke, "Rules must be followed."

Mosvat next to him spoke, "I will convey it to the relevant departments and let them carry out a rectification campaign against this phenomenon."

Geriwen agreed, "Indeed, this can ensure that our church can understand the internal strength distribution and development situation to the greatest extent. All regions should promote it together."

"Okay." Kled nodded, "His resume is very simple."

"Yes, it's quite simple. This means that he may be a true genius."

"A true genius, hehe, there was a story circulating in the Temple of Order. Once, a young genius confronted an elder of the temple face to face when he was very young, and even made the elder want to raise his hand several times, but in the end, he withdrew his hand."

"I've heard this story before," Mosvat said.

"Using this story, let's take a look at how this young man named Karun will perform. Are there any other teams worth paying attention to?"

"Yes, there are two other teams, Team 1 and Team 7..."

Geliriven began to introduce Kled in detail.

After Kled closed his eyes slightly, Geliriven knew that the Archbishop's interest had waned, so she closed her mouth.

Kled lightly tapped his fingertips on the armrest of the chair and said, "I have found a problem."

Mosvat and Geliriven picked up their own notebooks to prepare for recording.

"There is a gap and distance between our various systems. Perhaps this ensures their professionalism and reliability, but it also leads to an imbalance in communication, especially among young people.

Each system, as well as each department within the system, has long developed and inherited within its own small circle. Over time, various problems are bound to arise.

When Lord Lasma, the former High Priest, was in power, he emphasized the issue of the departmentalization of the systems, which not only led to the stagnation of departmental quality but also weakened the direct leadership of the church.

During the last round table meeting, High Priest Norton also emphasized the issue of the internal organization's family-oriented nature and made an important directive: if this phenomenon continues, it will weaken the positive development of our church.

Therefore, I propose that this selection process, which involves all major regions, can be flexible and held annually. Through this process, young people of appropriate age can become familiar with and understand each other, and it can also give them a second chance to choose.

I just looked at the positions of young people in this age group. They are either substitutes or interns, and they have not officially joined any department. They should be given a second chance to choose, don't you think?"

"I understand what you mean, and I will convey it." Mosvat said, "After the organization's regulations for next year's event are drafted, they will be submitted to your desk."

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Geliriven spoke up, "The next event will definitely have to wait until next year, but there is no need to wait to give young people a chance to choose again. After this selection, we can move forward."

Mosvat agreed, "This proposal is good."

Kled looked at the two of them and smiled, "You are not the heads of these departments, so you don't have to offend anyone. That's why you can speak so lightly."

Mosvat and Geliriven both smiled. It was true that it would be very difficult to replace the heirs carefully cultivated by these various systems and departments. It would be a job that would offend many people.

Geliriven spoke up, "Perhaps we can consider a different approach. There is a place that can accommodate and dissolve the situation according to the circumstances, making it easier for both sides to accept. It can be considered a compromise."

Mosvat said, "I guess I know which place you're talking about."

Kled said, "Then let's call it Fuden. Come to my office tomorrow."

Fuden. Ailode - the highest whip holder of the "Order of the Whip" system.

...

All the teams were formed, and the last six people automatically formed a team.

Philomina was in that last team.

They were the last group to receive their team number, which was "20".

As they walked through the middle, they received the attention of all the members of the teams on both sides.

Karun lowered his head and didn't look over there. He was the one who removed Philomina from his team, but he had no interest in gloating or mocking. It was meaningless.

Punk stood on the high platform in front and looked at all the teams in front of him. He said, "I'll say it again, don't force it. Being alive is more important than anything else."

After saying that, Punk raised his hand and shouted, "The final selection begins!"

The formation mages began to chant, and a series of sounds came from the huge Aguref statue.

Then, Karun noticed that the floor tiles under his team's area began to expand continuously, and the distance between the teams was constantly being pulled apart. It continued to expand until it was the size of half a football field.

Black light appeared at the boundary, forming a distinguishing barrier that prevented interference between the teams.

"Begin!"

Wentura immediately went to the outermost area. Because he couldn't determine the "front" and "back" for now, he started walking along the outer edge, with Bart following his footsteps in the inner circle.

In the inner circle, Blanch also started walking. There wouldn't be any issues with the support from the formation mages and summoners in the early stages, so her top priority now was to ensure that she could support the two people on the outer defense line as soon as possible.

Mas began to set up the formation.

Karun appeared by his side and asked, "What formation are you preparing?"

It couldn't be notified in advance because they didn't know how big the field would be.

Mas replied, "The Kendor's Triple Defense Formation."

"I've memorized it. Give me some materials, and I'll help you set it up."

The first and seventh teams were also busy at the same time as the third team.

At this moment, a black vortex appeared above each team's area. Within the vortex, there were beast roars and the sound of iron cages colliding. Behind the black vortex, there should be a dungeon connected to the fortress.

Punk's voice spread throughout the area where all the teams were located, "The first round of trials will be against the Illusory Beast Makka. It will enter the field in ten minutes. Please be prepared."

Maka is a phantom beast bred in the void space. Maka is not a unique name, but the name of this group, because they are far inferior to the phantom beast Konpasini. Only beings of that level have the privilege to possess their own exclusive names.

Ventura immediately came to the lower side of the black vortex. Behind him, Bart and Blanche stood at intervals.

Karun said to Mars, "I believe the first round of targets won't be able to break through our perimeter. You continue to set up the formation with ease."

"Yes, Captain!"

Karun immediately ordered Esli:

"Esli, summon the weakest and most useless phantom beast shadow you think you have. Let it fly into the vortex to die, and help us see what the subsequent trial targets will be.

As usual, we'll cheat first!"

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There's nothing more for tonight, my dragon schedule is messed up. I'm going to sleep now, and when I wake up, I'll continue writing. Hold on, everyone!

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