The throne of God is waiting for me

Xiao Wan hadn't spoken yet. When the little boy who was a little frightened saw Xiao Wan's appearance, he regained his energy for a second and hid behind him as if he had found a supporter. He said proudly to those people: "My eldest brother Of course you are here to save me, you kidnappers will all be defeated!"

Xiao Wan was slightly startled and realized that this little guy really knew how to climb along the pole. But his silence seemed like acquiescence in the eyes of those warriors.

……Oops!

It was discovered that Xiao Wan was not a nosy passerby, but a target that he had to deal with. Several people looked at each other, the fear and temptation in their eyes disappeared, turning into cold murderous intent. They all reached out to touch the broadsword and long sword at their waists.

Xiao Wan's eyes suddenly turned cold as this murderous intention first appeared.

Silver lightning flashed past, and a sharp wind blew in their faces. Before a few people could react, the young man's figure had disappeared, like a breeze blowing gently among them.

The slender cross sword, which was as delicate as a work of art, was like a stream of moonlight, drawing an extremely graceful arc in the air. The cold blade instantly left a line of blood on everyone's neck. Almost turning a killing into a beautiful dance.

Xiao Wan retracted the cross sword and his figure reappeared.

Behind him were the bodies of several warriors who fell to the ground silently.

The little boy who looked to be seven or eight years old looked at this scene with wide eyes, full of surprise.

There is not peace everywhere on the Tyran continent. Even children have encountered this level of fighting and killing. Therefore, the little boy does not have much disgusting and disgusting emotions. Instead, he widens his round eyes and looks at them with admiration. Zhu Xiaowan: "Wow! That's so cool! Big brother, you must be a knight, right?"

The legal professions on the Terran continent are mainly divided into mages and priests. Among physics professions, those who do not possess extraordinary power can only be regarded as ordinary samurai or warriors. Only by stimulating the seed of life, greatly improving all aspects of the body's attributes, and even possessing extraordinary power, can one embark on the road of knighthood.

Every knight or mage will automatically receive the corresponding title of the Tyranids. This is also the best shortcut for commoners to enter the aristocratic class.

Xiao Wan nodded in acquiescence.

Although during this period of time, he has completely integrated the dark magic of the original owner, and he is even better than his predecessor. But now that he is wanted across the continent, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, disguising himself as a knight is undoubtedly a good choice.

The little boy excitedly ran to Xiao Wan, his black gem-like eyes sparkling. He solemnly performed a noble etiquette, and he no longer looked so naughty, but more elegant and steady.

"Sylvie Albert, thank you, Lord Knight, for saving me. Your kindness will be greatly rewarded by the Albert family!"

As soon as his childish voice fell, another middle-aged man's slightly hoarse voice followed.

"Sylvie is right. The Albert family will be forever grateful for your act of justice!"

On the other side of the path, a dozen knights galloped over on horseback. The middle-aged man in the middle was dressed in aristocratic riding attire. His hair color was also dark blue, almost jet black. His complexion was pale and thin, but his dark eyes were bright and exuding. With a stunning light.

The middle-aged man turned over and dismounted, and neatly performed a noble courtesy towards Xiao Wan, with a sincere tone: "Young knight, please allow me to express my heartfelt gratitude to you on behalf of the entire Albert family!"

Although the two arrived at about the same time, if it hadn't been for Xiao Wang, Xi Wei would have been held hostage by those warriors at this moment, and the consequences were unpredictable.

A look of surprise flashed across Xiao Wan's eyes. If his memory is correct, the Albert family should be one of the famous nobles in the Tyran Empire, and it is said that they are also related to the imperial royal family.

"It's just a little effort, no need to be polite."

He accepted the other party's thanks calmly, with a bit of cold reserve in his tone, which was consistent with the character of a genius who became a knight at a young age.

"If the person in danger was not such a seven or eight-year-old child, I'm afraid I wouldn't take action."

His honest words sounded more like a humble word to the ears of the father and son, and they couldn't help but feel a deeper affection for the young knight in front of them.

After some communication, Xiao Wan roughly understood the cause and effect of the matter.

The Duke Albert in front of him was on a tour of his territory with his future heir, Xi Wei, and was about to return to the imperial capital.

Unexpectedly, Xi Wei got separated from his guards when he was out hunting, and was accidentally targeted by a few down-and-out warriors. Perhaps because he was dressed as a noble young master, those few people prepared to kidnap him to extort a sum of money, but he cleverly After escaping, he happened to bump into Xiao Wan.

While speaking, Duke Albert had already released a signal flare. Not long after, smoke and dust billowed on the trail, and a large number of carriages and horses finally arrived. The emblem of thorns representing the Albert family shone in the sun.

The group of people set off on the road again, and as the savior of the Albert family heir, Xiao Wan was also invited to ride in the carriage. Hearing that the purpose of these people was to return to the imperial capital, Xiao Wan did not refuse and left with the Albert family's motorcade.

Before leaving, Duke Albert asked softly: "Oh, I am rude. I haven't asked you your name and where you are from?"

Xiao Wang pondered for a moment.

The laws of this world have not been analyzed too much by Xiao Wang, and now his strength may not be able to face the God of Light Lumonas head-on. And the identity of the Son of Darkness is too sensitive [gǎn], and the name Ilge Osterlo may have long been a taboo word in the Terran Continent.

Therefore, he smiled slightly: "My name is Eli Elvis. I am a wandering knight."

The so-called wandering knight is similar to the ascetic among the mages. They often travel around the world to improve their strength. It is very consistent with Xiao Wang's current personality.

I don't know if Duke Albert believed it or not. On the carriage to the imperial capital, he began to talk to Xiao Wang frequently, mostly asking about the scenery in various parts of the continent.

Xiao Wang could also feel his temptation, which was a must-have for a great noble.

He was calm. The Dark Temple has been hiding in various parts of the continent for a long time. With the memory of the original owner, he naturally answered them one by one calmly.

Unconsciously, Duke Albert, who was originally tempted, was impressed by the knowledge and demeanor shown by this young knight.

So, when he returned to the imperial capital, Xiao Wang moved directly into the Duke's Mansion and was treated as a VIP. And freshly baked, he became Siwei Albert's temporary swordsmanship teacher.

Chapter 119 The God-Using 3

"The tip of the sword moves 15 degrees to the right, and the power is concentrated below the tip of the sword as much as possible..."

Accompanied by a cold voice, a little boy was holding a tailor-made cross sword in the training ground of the Duke's Mansion, practicing basic swordsmanship such as slashing, stabbing, and slashing.

Under the shade of the tree next to him, a young man in silver light armor sat leisurely, and made a few remarks from time to time.

The young man crossed his legs on the grass, with a copy of "The Mythology of the Terran Continent" on his knees. His white fingers were placed on the slightly yellowed pages, and his pale face was hidden in the shadow of the tree, with a certain beauty of ancient times.

Seeing that Xi Wei was getting better, Xiao Wang's eyes turned back to the open "The Mythology of the Terran Continent", and his fingers ran over the lines of ancient Terran language with a focused expression.

"In the beginning, the world was in chaos... The Supreme Lord, He created all things and opened up this world... He opened his eyes, and the light shone on the world; He closed his eyes, and the night covered the stars..."

Reading this text softly, Xiao Wang's expression was indifferent, and no emotional fluctuations could be seen. But deep in his heart, he had begun to think about the meaning behind it.

According to this book, the God of Light, Lumonas, is the God of Creation of the Teren Continent. He created this continent and was worshipped as the Supreme Lord. The God of Darkness was also mentioned in mythology. As a twin god born a little later, He appeared in the dark night and enjoyed disturbing the light.

... No wonder the light element is so active on this continent, the dark element is slightly inferior, and the other law elements are like colloid solidified in the air, which is difficult to be pried by people. I am afraid this is one of the reasons why the number of mages is so rare. ◎Thinking Rabbit◎Online◎Read◎

In contemplation, Xiao Wang did two things at the same time, and did not forget to continue to analyze the laws of this world. This is also his normal state these days.

After staying in the Duke's Mansion for nearly half a year, Xiao Wang has gradually mastered the two elements of light and darkness active on the Terran continent, but his progress in analyzing all the laws of this world is less than 1/10.

This also made Xiao Wang confirm the conclusion he had drawn from his observations outside the world.

This world is probably also a special multiverse. The Terran continent where he is now is just one of the thousands of planes. Lumonas, the god of light, is probably just one of the many gods in this multiverse.

Seeing the time pass, Xiao Wang stopped directly like every time before, stopping Xi Wei from continuing to train, and his teaching task for today was considered to be completed.

…

On the prosperous streets of the imperial capital, classical towering buildings are lined up one after another. Xiao Wang mingled in the crowd and walked slowly on the street. His aura was hidden, and it seemed that his presence disappeared in an instant, like a drop of water flowing into a river, and he easily disappeared from everyone's sight.

It was not until he arrived at the slums in the northeast corner of the imperial capital and turned into a deep alley that Xiao Wang stopped and looked up at the inconspicuous gray building not far away.

It was an abandoned church. The original church had long since changed its address, and this old building remained, but the bricks and tiles on the wall had faded, and the green vines were layered. In a hidden corner of the wall, a special magic rune was looming, which was the mark of the secret communication between the people in the Dark Temple.

It was because he sensed the communication signal of the Dark Temple that Xiao Wang came here quietly for some reasons.

Although he had considered that this might be a trap of the Temple of Light before coming, Xiao Wang did not expect that he would run into it head-on.

Looking at the teams of temple knights in bright armor and sharp gun blades blocking the entire church in front of him. There were also priests of light wearing holy white robes mixed in. A hint of ambiguous light flashed in Xiao Wang's dark eyes. His face covered by a mask was hidden in the shadows of the corner of the alley, and no one noticed it.

A few beautiful magic syllables sounded silently from his mouth, and the invisible magic aura surrounded him. The air vibrated, and Xiao Wang's figure was like a illusory moonlight, gradually disappearing in the air.

...

Time moved forward for more than ten minutes.

Inside the church, in the empty hall, there were already more than a dozen people gathered here, men, women, young and old, dressed the same as other people in this slum. These people separated into twos and threes, whispering in a low voice, and their faces were full of unspeakable fatigue. These people are almost the majority of the people who survived in the Dark Temple.

"Who decided to meet here? When I think that this is the former Temple of Light Church, I feel like I am being soaked in the holy light from head to toe. It is such a terrible experience! To be honest, I am really worried about what will happen. Peeped by that being!"

Someone muttered and complained, because they did not dare to mention the name of the God of Light directly to avoid being noticed, so they referred to it vaguely.

His voice was actually not loud, but the church was already quiet, so everyone could hear it clearly immediately. Suddenly, everyone looked at the empty space above where the statue of the God of Light was supposed to be placed. For a moment, these people could not help but feel... A cold.

In fact, the Temple of Light's pervasive pursuit on the mainland these days has almost all of them become frightened birds, and they are always tense.

"I informed everyone to come."

A girl sitting on the bench at the front stood up with a smile, her long black curly hair like seaweed hanging down to her waist. She raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a delicate face. Even though she was only wearing an ordinary long skirt, it could not hide her outstanding appearance, but instead showed a kind of simplicity.