Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 714 - 386 Special Instruction (8K, please subscribe!)

Mist Knight Order Training Ground, Underground Chamber.

Few people know that beneath the usual training grounds of the Paladins and Martial Monks, tens of meters below, lies a special stone chamber.

In this underground depth where sunlight cannot reach, a special Battle Armor is quietly stored in secrecy.

Under the starlight stones embedded in the dome of the chamber, faint cold light tinted Zoira's brown hair with two colors.

The robust female knight knelt on one knee upon the cold stone slate, and with just a slight lift of her head, she could clearly see the Holy Armor five steps away.

While it is called "Holy Armor," its current appearance bears little relation to its name.

The once radiant mithril patterns now gathered like dying fireflies into a faint light cluster at the breastplate of the armor.

If not for this tiny remnant of brightness, it might long have been discarded as useless junk.

"...Gulp."

Zoira gazed at the armor filled with awe, a hint of excitement and longing flashed in her eyes, and she repeatedly recalled the origin of this Battle Armor in her mind.

The Angel Battle Armor.

This is an epic-level armor from the War Angels!

As a faithful follower of the Sun God, she harbors strong admiration and desire for this lost Battle Armor.

She earnestly hopes to become the next wearer of this armor.

As to why she would be a "wearer" and not an "owner," it is because this armor is not an ordinary magic guide item; it is a "living being" with its own independent consciousness.

Only by gaining its recognition can one be qualified to wear it and be under its protection.

Others who are not recognized cannot even get close to it, just like her right now, having to watch from afar.

And those rejected by it won't be able to approach, let alone getting near—they might even face its active attack!

Zoira's current ability to be only five meters away from the Battle Armor already signifies some degree of recognition.

At least, the spirit of the armor does not dislike her.

Given some more time, Zoira might truly be able to touch it and become the next fortunate one.

"...Cough, cough, cough."

At this moment, a tired cough came from behind, interrupting Zoira's reverie and changing her expression.

Without turning around, Zoira knew that the stubborn old fellow was kneeling five meters behind her.

Zoira was not the only one in the stone chamber; there was another candidate.

Old Knight Morton.

This old knight, whose age is eight times her own, is also striving to gain the armor's recognition.

Most cultivators in the monastery are unaware of the Angel Battle Armor's existence, but for these High Tier Paladins, it is no secret.

By actively applying, every Paladin is eligible to try communicating with the Battle Armor, attempting to establish a connection with it.

However, since the conditions are extremely high, the monastery has long had no real recognized wearer appear.

Most are cultivators of legendary power who communicate with the spirit of the Battle Armor and forcibly borrow it instead of being truly recognized.

In a sense, Zoira and Morton are indeed competitors.

But Zoira was not flustered by this.

Because she knew the other was definitely not her match!

Even though saying this might seem excessive, the other is merely a knight from the rural area, while she is an elite from the Radiant Holy City of Solantis.

The Mist Monastery does not reject outside cultivators.

The monks of the entire monastery are divided into three parts.

One part is cultivated by the monastery itself, most of whom are orphans or civilians saved by the monks.

Another part comes to seek refuge for various reasons, like Herbert, who was "banished" yet eventually stayed to become a cultivator.

Lastly, some come from other monasteries or organizations like the Divine Spirit Church.

These individuals make up the smallest portion, often coming here temporarily or for long-term practice, leaving once their training is complete.

Zoira is one such cultivator.

Being a standout genius among the younger generation of the Sun Church, she decided at the age of twenty-two to come to the Mist Monastery to gain the recognition of this lost Angel Battle Armor.

And growing up under the cultivation of the church, bathed in the Sun God's rays, Zoira has always been aware of her advantage—her affinity with the armor's spirit far exceeds that of Morton.

Even the current standing positions of the two could hint at some clues.

Zoira arrived at the stone chamber much later than Morton but her progress was even further ahead than his.

Five meters to ten meters.

Exactly.

The advantage is mine!

In contrast to Zoira's confidence, the old knight appeared quite composed.

Even at a disadvantage, Morton had not given up, kneeling prayerfully without arrogance or impatience, occasionally moving a slight distance forward.

He ignored the other young person in the room, staying completely within his own rhythm.

Morton was aware of Zoira's thoughts and even admired them to some extent.

A young knight is proud, combative, and confident, which is not a bad thing; young people should have the temperament of youth.

If a young person has no vigor, could they be called young?

But the old knight, over two hundred years old, had experienced too much, long since lost that sharp edge, no longer needing to display his brilliance.

Morton's body was covered with scars of various sizes, and even his left eye had been pierced blind by a penetrating wound, making him appear especially grim.