The huge throne was ten feet tall, and the back of the throne was inlaid with countless gems. One could vaguely see a portrait of a person on the back of the throne. It was fierce, dignified, and could even be said to exude a terrifying pressure.
At the top of the throne was a bright red semi-circular gem, like a half sun overlooking the earth. But its light was a slightly dusky orange-red, and it emitted a terrifying pressure as if the end of the world had arrived.
At the chest of the statue, above the throne's back, the most eye-catching thing was a golden-red rhombus-shaped gem. Every ridge on it was so sharp. Most of the resplendent light came from it.
On the wide throne, there were two lion-like carvings on the left and right arms, roaring. Countless magnificent patterns flowed down from the back of the throne and covered the entire throne.
The moment the throne appeared, a golden pillar of light descended on Long Hsing-woo's body, enveloping him and Long Haochen. The golden light expanded, and Long Haochen disappeared. Long Hsing-woo's body grew dozens of times larger, and he floated in front of the throne and slowly sat down.
In Odin Town, no matter if it was the rampaging demon werewolves or the natives, they couldn't move under this huge pressure. The natives' eyes were filled with shock, while the demon werewolves' eyes were filled with despair.
A golden-haired demon werewolf, who was much more robust than the others, almost trembled as he shouted, "This, this is the Throne of God of Apocalypse and Massacre."
The huge Long Hsing-woo slowly sat on the magnificent throne, his cold gaze filled with endless majesty. The moment he sat down, the golden-red rhombus-shaped gem on the back of the throne actually appeared on his chest, and the entire sky turned golden-red in that instant.
"Judgement."
The two cold words came out of Long Hsing-woo's mouth. An orange-red radiance gushed out from his back, turning into a huge orange-red sword of light that floated above his head.
The golden-haired Demon Wolfman's eyes were filled with despair. He could not imagine how such an Almighty would appear in the borders of the Temple League. For the Demon Wolf people, it was impossible for them to escape even if they wanted to.
Tens of thousands of orange-red lights descended from the sky. As if they had eyes of their own, they floated down and landed on the demon werewolves.
They couldn't even struggle at all. One by one, the Demon Werewolves disappeared from this world without leaving a single trace. They disappeared just like that.
"Salvation."
The golden-red light turned into a sky curtain, and the moment the Demon Werewolf disappeared, it shone on the world. The people of Odin began to regain the ability to move. As long as they still had a breath in them, they slowly stood up in the warm golden-red light. Their injuries were also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flames where the fire started were also completely extinguished. The only things that could not be changed were the dead people and the destroyed houses.
With a flash of golden light, another person appeared in front of Long Hsing-woo, who was sitting on his throne. It was the golden-haired Demon Wolfman from before.
Humans had the same rating for Demons as for Magical Beasts. This golden-haired Demon Wolfman was at least a Rank 5 Demons. However, in front of Long Hsing-woo, he was like a lowly ant without the slightest possibility of struggling. Apart from him, all the invading Demon Wolfmen had disappeared.
"What is your purpose in invading the southern part of the Temple League?" Long Hsing-woo's cold voice was filled with unquestionable authority.
The golden-haired Demon Wolfman could be considered unyielding. Although his eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, he did not surrender.
"The Throne of God of Doomsday and Massacre. You, you are the Knights Templars' Judge and Judge Knight of the Seal, Long Hsing-woo?"
Long Hsing-woo said calmly, "That's right. I am in charge of Judge and Judge. Answer my question."
The golden-haired Demon Wolfman's eyes suddenly became sinister, "So what if you are the Knight of the Seal? The Demon Gods have descended, and the Demon Gods will avenge me. Even if I die, I won't tell you a single thing. "
Long Hsing-woo's gaze focused, "Then go die."
The golden light vanished, and the golden-haired Demon Wolfman also disappeared in an instant. Long Hsing-woo sat upright on the Throne of God of Doomsday and Massacre, his eyes revealing a pensive expression. After a moment, under the cover of the golden light, he and his Throne of God turned into a golden meteor and disappeared.
The townspeople who were still alive had already knelt down, worshipping the fading golden light in the sky. They didn't know who Long Hsing-woo was, but in their eyes, the golden expert who judged all the Demon Wolfmen was a true god.
With a flash of golden light, two more people appeared on top of Mount Odin.
Long Hsing-woo still looked the same, wearing a simple robe, his black hair fluttering in the wind. When all the golden light disappeared, he returned to the appearance of an ordinary person.
Long Haochen stood beside his father. At this moment, he could not say a single word. Even though he had guessed his father's strength over a hundred times, he couldn't imagine that his father was actually a god-like existence.
The scene just now was simply too shocking for him. After more than two years of cultivation, Long Haochen originally had some confidence in himself, but at this moment, he understood that compared to his father, he was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
"Dad, dad …" Looking at his father, Long Haochen's eyes were filled with a crystalline luster. Adoration, even a look of faith, was released from his pale golden eyes.
Long Hsing-woo patted him lightly on the shoulder, "Here, I'm just a husband, a father."
"Demons invade?" Bai Yue was also at the top of the mountain at this time. Even though this place was quite a distance from Odin Town, she could clearly see the scene of Long Hsing-woo releasing the Throne of God in the sky. Even Haoyue City, which was hundreds of miles away, could also see that golden radiance.
Long Hsing-woo frowned and nodded, "It was just a probing attack. Not a single true demon expert appeared. It seems that I have to rush back to the Alliance in advance. "
Bai Yue nodded lightly and held Long Hsing-woo's big hand.
Long Haochen's heart was still in shock, "Dad, y-you're a Knight of the Seal?" He gathered his courage and asked.
Long Hsing-woo nodded, "You should have heard what that Demon Werewolf said just now. In the Knights Templars, I am in charge of judgment and judgment. In the Temple League, I am also in charge of punishment. "
Long Haochen said with a look of worship, "Dad, what is the Throne of God? Can I, can I become as powerful as you? "
Long Hsing-woo nodded and said with a straight face, "Of course it's possible. I achieved the Throne of God when I was 47 years old, before I met your mother. As long as you are willing to work hard, I believe that you will definitely reach this step earlier than me. "
Looking into the distance, Long Hsing-woo sighed and said, "It seems that the Demons can't stand the loneliness anymore. Long Haochen, remember, the Demons are powerful, but we can never surrender. As a Knight, we must fight to protect our home, until the last drop of blood. "
"Yes." Long Haochen nodded in agreement. At this time, in his heart, his father was no longer just a teacher, it could even be said that he worshipped him. Without experiencing it personally, it was impossible to imagine the power of the Throne of God. The vast spiritual power fluctuation, the destructive Light of Judgment, all left an indelible mark in his heart.
"Dad, are we leaving this place?" Long Haochen asked.
Long Hsing-woo looked down at him and said, "We don't include you."
"Ah?" Long Haochen was shocked and looked at his father in confusion.
Long Hsing-woo said calmly, "If a young eagle doesn't leave the protection of its parents, it will never be able to become the king of the sky that soars in the sky. Originally, I expected to guide you for three years, but it seems that it will end early. I have to take your mother back to the Temple League to deal with some matters, and then I have a promise to fulfill. "
"The Temple League is not suitable for you. If you go there with me, then I'm afraid you will never become a Knight of the Seal like me. Only by walking step by step and relying on your own efforts to obtain everything, can you truly possess the glory of a Knight. "
"Dad, I don't want to be separated from you and mom." Long Haochen hugged his father's waist, his eyes filled with reluctance.
Bai Yue looked at Long Hsing-woo, her eyes also filled with pleading.
Long Hsing-woo stroked Long Haochen's head, "Silly child, if you always stay by your mother's side. Then, your heart will always have someone to rely on and worry about. Moreover, even if you return to the Temple League with us, you will still not be able to follow me. I've left for a few years, there are too many things waiting for me to deal with. I've already decided on this matter. You must stay. "
Long Haochen's body trembled slightly, he forced himself not to let his tears flow. Bai Yue, on the other hand, had already run back to the wooden house crying.
Long Hsing-woo pulled Long Haochen in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Long Haochen, before I leave, Dad has one last thing to teach you."
Long Haochen said somewhat absent-mindedly, "What is it?"
Long Hsing-woo said in a deep voice, "Spiritual Stove."
"Spiritual Stove?" Hearing these two words, Long Haochen's body couldn't help but tremble. He had followed his father to cultivate for two and a half years, and heard Long Hsing-woo mention Spiritual Stove more than once. But all this time, Long Hsing-woo had never guided him in cultivating the Spiritual Stove's ability.
Long Hsing-woo nodded, "Spiritual Stove is a furnace of spiritual power. It's not an ability that we cultivate. Rather, it's a kind of treasure born from the wonders of nature. As a Knight, we have many kinds of Knight skills to choose from. But, apart from a few self-created skills, most of the skills can be cultivated with a certain level of cultivation. But Spiritual Stove is different. Almost every Spirit Stove has its own unique characteristics. Even if it's the same Spirit Stove, different people will have different effects when they cultivate it. "
"There are many types of Spiritual Stoves. Currently, there are a total of seventy-four known Spiritual Stoves. They are suitable for different professions, among which there are twenty-three that are suitable for us Knight professions. There are some that we can share with Assassins and Warriors. "
Long Haochen was gradually attracted by Long Hsing-woo's words about Spiritual Stoves. "Dad, where can I find Spiritual Stoves?"
Long Hsing-woo said, "Generally speaking, Spiritual Stoves can only be found in places where Heaven and Earth spirit energy converges, or in some ancient ruins. Regardless of professions, those who have Spiritual Stoves are rare. Including us Knight. However, Spiritual Stoves are the goal pursued by all professions. Because, even if it's only one Spiritual Stove, it will make us stronger than experts of the same level. "
While saying that, Long Hsing-woo took off a black ring from his hand and put it on Long Haochen's right index finger. Just like that forget-me-not ring, this black ring automatically shrank and stuck to Long Haochen's finger.
"There are six seals in this Sealing Ring. I've sealed all kinds of powerful skills of Punishment Knight, including almost all of them from rank four to rank nine. When your spiritual power is sufficient, you can use it to break the seal inside and learn these skills one by one. "
Then, he took out a book and handed it to Long Haochen. "This is some of my own understanding of Spiritual Stoves and a detailed introduction to them. There's no time to guide you. You have to comprehend it yourself, understand? "
"Dad …" Long Haochen called out, his eyes uncontrollably turning red.
"Put it in your forget-me-not ring."
Long Haochen nodded gently. After he had internal spiritual power, Long Hsing-woo taught him how to activate the ring that the little mute girl left for him.
With the injection of spiritual power, the light golden pattern on the forget-me-not ring seemed to come alive. A faint blue light flowed. With a flash of light, the book that recorded the mysteries of Spiritual Stoves was already inside.
This forget-me-not ring was an extremely precious space ring. It could store about ten cubic meters of various items. At the same time, the ring also came with a defensive skill. Once it was activated, it could release a light blue shield. As long as spiritual power was continuously injected, this shield would always exist. And the strength would also increase according to the different spiritual power. Long Hsing-woo said that this was a very rare magic jewelry.
Watching Long Haochen put away the book, Long Hsing-woo sighed and said, "Long Haochen, although dad has a lot of good equipment. But, I don't intend to leave them to you. Because any weapon and equipment can only be truly cherished by relying on one's own efforts. "
"Dad, I don't want to be separated from you." Long Haochen's tears finally couldn't stop.
Long Hsing-woo held his son in his arms and sighed, "Long Haochen, being sentimental is both your strength and your weakness. Remember, you don't have mom and dad by your side. In the future, you have to learn to say only three words to everyone you meet. Don't throw away all your heart. "
"Don't cry. This is just a temporary separation. Dad hopes that the next time I see you, you'll be able to make me look at you in a different light. "
"Dad and mom are about to leave. Although I can't leave you any equipment, I have a gift that I've been preparing for a long time to give you."
As he said that, Long Hsing-woo let go of his son and patted his chest with his right hand. Then, a strange white light was released from his chest.
The white light was very gentle, but it was jumping with a special kind of energy fluctuation, but it gave off a feeling of calmness.
It was not the energy of holy light, nor was it Long Hsing-woo's spiritual power. When Long Hsing-woo slowly opened his palm, Long Haochen saw that there was a ball of white light in his father's palm. A small cauldron with three legs and two ears that was only an inch tall appeared in Long Hsing-woo's palm.
The white light was coming from the small white cauldron. It was gentle and jumping, and had a kind of attraction that made people unable to look away.
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