"The staff of the Saint contains a powerful spirit of justice." "The Nameless Temple Gem, the Supply and Mobility of Energy." "The bracelet of Shiva Temple, the power of twins split in two." Luke placed the three magic weapons on the table, injected the energy from his body into them to eliminate the mark of the original owner, and put his own label on them. The magic machine was running at high speed, helping him quickly complete the two stages of controlling objects and transforming objects. The Saint Seiya's cane is suspended in the air, the twisted dead wood becomes straight, and inscriptions are carved on it. Bright gems are inlaid on the top to firmly wrap the cane, and a staff gradually takes shape. Immediately afterwards, the Shiva Temple bracelet seemed to be melted by the high temperature, turning into a dazzling golden liquid and attached to the staff, adding golden lines to the somewhat rough staff, turning it from the original simple staff into an extremely luxurious one. After a moment, an exquisite staff floated in the air. Luke picked up the newly baked staff. The moment he touched it, the energy in his body echoed with the staff. A sense of transparency spread from his arms to his whole body. He felt that he and the world were becoming more in tune with each other. In addition to the basic spellcasting function, which greatly simplifies some magic that requires the use of materials, this staff also has some additional functions. The saint's staff has the ability to attack evil. The diamonds from the Nameless Temple give the staff sufficient energy and excellent mobility. The Shiva Temple bracelet is the simplest and most direct, doubling the magic power released by the staff.
Luke played with the staff for a while and soon lost interest. Although it was an excellent staff, something of this level was not very practical for the main body. It was just a transition for him now. He put away his staff and walked out. A familiar smell of garlic wafted over him. His father, who was studying the spell inscriptions, looked up at him and nodded slightly. "The Saint has regained all his power." "Lu Ke, you have surpassed Dad, congratulations on your departure." As his father's words came out, Lu Ke's body became lighter and the white air around him became stronger. He smiled slightly and bowed to his father. "It all depends on your guidance, sir." The staff is not important, what is important is the symbolic meaning. Now that he has the staff, he is the undisputed strongest white energy mage. The black energy camp emphasizes the weak and the strong. The simple and direct underlying logic is that you are stronger than the boss, but the white energy camp is different. Although he is also the boss of Qiangqiang, he has additional requirements for fame. If he is not famous enough, it is difficult to be recognized. And now, with the protagonist's father who is a disciple of the Archmage, and the dual certification of the temple that once followed the Saints, he had previously specifically mentioned that the people in the temple should publish newspapers to let the mysterious powers around the world know about the Saints. return. With the name of Saint Seiya and the essence of the strongest White Qi mage, Luke at this time is the true spokesperson of White Qi. "I don't teach you much. Most of the time, you teach yourself." Dad also seemed to relax a little, perhaps because he felt that he, an old man over fifty years old, would not be able to handle any major events in the future by himself. "Dad made some more bacon, do you want to try it? Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu are looking for the rat charm, and they may not come back." "Thank you, sir, leave some for me. Now I want to go catch the thief." "thief?" Dad pushed up his glasses, a little puzzled. Luke walked out of the antique shop with a smile. He held the traces of the breath left by the intruder in his hand with his fingers. He tapped the staff lightly, activated the tracking magic, and faint lines of magic appeared.
"Follow the traces and see who broke in." … Lobby interior of commercial building. As the dragon's teeth were arranged into a magic circle, the magic spell began to work, and the Holy Lord's hovering body began to move. In just a few breaths, it returned to its original shape, transforming from a sculpture into a huge monster seven or eight meters high. "I'm free!" The Holy Lord's eyes flashed red, his face was ferocious and evil, showing a bloody and cold look. His head was shaped like a flame, the thorns on both sides of his face were like sharp knives, his mouth was like a crocodile's mouth, with sharp teeth and claws, and his body was golden. Dragon head body. Demon Xiaolong looked at this scene in shock and shouted enthusiastically. "Father, congratulations on your final resurrection!" The Holy Lord leaned down and looked at the demon dragon, "You need to explain carefully about your possession of my dragon teeth and magic spell, and calling me father, but now, we need to leave here first." It was indeed gratifying to regain his body, but without the power of the spell, he was no match for the little bastard who squandered his wealth. This is the little bastard's territory, and there are no idlers. Except for a few recovered creatures containing black energy, such as vampires and sheep-eating beasts, there are only female humans in the top suite who are his sexual partners. Although he had just gone out not long ago, he couldn't tell when he would come back. If he stayed for one more minute, he would be in danger. With that brat's temperament, if he betrayed him, he would probably die and return to hell. As for the option of catching a female human as a threat, it was unrealistic. He didn't look like he was threatened, and the end might be even more miserable. The Holy Lord looked around with lingering fear, barely maintaining his image in front of the demon dragon. Thinking of the humiliation and torture during this period, he was itching with hatred, but he could only endure it. He was even afraid of destroying the decorations in the hall because of his excessive size. "As expected of my father, he is indeed far-sighted!" Demon Xiaolong nodded repeatedly, "The movement of the curse is too great, Chen Xiaoyu will catch up soon." "Who is Chen Xiaoyu?" Click—— A cool flying motorcycle crashed through the glass and rushed into the hall, floating in mid-air. "It's me!" The heroic Chen Xiaoyu took off her sunglasses and said, "Nice to meet you, Holy Lord." She raised the strange-looking pistol and pointed it at the Holy Lord, "My target is the devil dragon. As long as you hand him over, everyone can live in peace." "I don't know what the so-called woman is, do you think you can scare me by riding a flying machine?" The Holy Master stared at Chen Xiaoyu's belt, "You have my dragon talisman on you, but... the dragon talisman was just taken away by that kid." "We come from the future. Father, please be careful. This woman is very powerful. She is the leader of District 13!" Demon Xiaolong looked at Chen Xiaoyu in fear and retreated behind the Holy Master. His words contained too much information, and the Holy Master stopped for a moment. A bright light easily penetrated his shoulder and overturned his huge body.
Plop—— The huge size of the fire demon smashed through all the furniture and walls behind it. "Damn it, if it weren't for the talisman being taken away... this kind of attack would be nothing at all!" The Holy Lord quickly got up and ran away immediately. He was cunning and insidious by nature, and he didn't care about face. He put his own safety first. If he couldn't be beaten, he would run away. "Brother Daolong, help us!" The demon dragon shouted in panic, crushed a small bead, and a thick black mist erupted. "It's you again..." Daolong appeared in the black air, and his head hurt when he saw Chen Xiaoyu. He took the staff and waved it lightly against the ground to transfer the three people like last time. Chen Xiaoyu pointed the gun at his staff in time, "I won't let you get what you want!" Don't let her get hit by the same move a second time. At this moment, a familiar aura broke into her range of perception, and the gun in her hand involuntarily slowed down. The three Daolongs successfully moved their positions as the black energy dissipated. "Damn it! Such a coincidence, is it because of the influence of balance?" Chen Xiaoyu gritted his teeth angrily and turned around to look. Not far away, a young man holding a staff floated in the air and looked at her level, their eyes intertwined. Luke looked slightly surprised. After scanning the woman opposite him from top to bottom, he spoke in a gentle tone. "I'm so sorry, did I disturb you from doing your business?" He paused and called out her name. "Xiaoyu." After hearing this familiar title, Chen Xiaoyu pursed her lips and showed a helpless smile. … Inside the gloomy mage tower. All kinds of potion materials and magic books were piled up in the tower. The rich black air made the sky gloomy and devoid of sunlight. In a certain magic circle, three figures appeared accompanied by the black air. They seemed to be the swordsmen who were still in San Francisco before. Dragon, Holy Lord and Demon Dragon. "Welcome to my mage tower, two black brothers." Daolong walked out of the magic circle and looked at the demon dragon with a slightly dissatisfied expression. "I should have given you a warm welcome, but I must say that it was very dangerous to call me over just now." The demon dragon's green skin showed no blush, "I'm sorry, but I don't know the magic of long-distance movement." This attitude of admitting his mistake obviously did not satisfy Daolong. His face darkened slightly, and the mechanisms in the tower were ready to go. "What I need is not a verbal apology, but real value, my friend." The Mage Tower is the lair of Daolong. He has a relaxed expression and is sitting on a chair looking at the Demon Dragon and the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord pushed away the demon dragon and stepped forward: "Children are ignorant. You saved us and we should repay you. What do you think of the spell?"
As soon as the word "talisman" was spoken, Daolong's eyes immediately lit up, and he stood up unconsciously and walked to the Holy Lord. "Holy Lord, the most powerful black energy wizard thousands of years ago, I have heard of you and have always admired you. Are you really willing to give me the spell?" "Of course, we are friends of the same black spirit! And you are my savior, so of course I must repay you well." The Holy Master's eyes flashed red: "You saved both of our lives, so I am willing to give you two talismans as reward." "Three. I saved him once before." Daolong pointed at the demon dragon, his tone a little greedy. "No problem, three is three. If you are willing to help me get back the talisman, I am willing to give you three more, a total of six talismans, half of my original power." The Holy Lord behaved very generously. Not to mention six, it doesn't matter if you give him all twelve. Anyway, just talking! He had used the same words to deal with Wa Long and the others before, but he was probably deceived too many times and squeezed too hard. When the brat really gave Wa Long and the others the Golden Rooster King's treasure, they surrendered decisively. As the leader of the Black Qi Wizards, Daolong was so naive. The Holy Master felt that it would be a waste not to lie to him. "Your generosity makes me look at you, Holy Lord." The wrinkles on Daolong's face were reduced a lot, and he smiled for the first time. "Rest well, friend. I will help you get the spell back." "You too, brother, thanks again for your help." The Holy Master spoke politely, and did not take off his disguise until Daolong left. He glanced at the demon dragon who was looking at him eagerly, and his tone was not very good. "You mean, you are my future child, and you escaped from the cage and traveled to the present to save me when the breeder wasn't paying attention?" The Holy Lord looked more like a lizard than a dragon, and his eyes were full of tears and runny nose, which was particularly distressing. This is really ugly. How could he create such an ugly son! But the demon dragon does have the aura of his own blood, and he brought the dragon teeth that he had hidden, and he also knew how to use the dragon teeth to resurrect himself. He is truly his son. "Why did you say it was while the breeder wasn't paying attention?" The demon dragon nodded in shame, tears flowing uncontrollably, "Father, I have been locked up in the magical animal viewing park in District 13 since I was born, for people to watch and entertain..." The Holy Lord's eyes flashed red. The first thing he thought about was not how District 13 would develop in the future, that he could treat his descendants as animals for people to watch, but... "There are actually people watching you?" What aesthetics would make this thing look good?
Demon Xiaolong felt even more sad when he heard this. "Yes, father, no one is willing to spend the ticket money for me, and no one is willing to feed me. Even my food is the worst among magical animals." Holy Lord: That makes sense. "Tell me about the future." "Okay, Father." Demon Xiaolong told everything he knew. Since he had been in prison and had no chance to see the outside world with his own eyes, he learned relatively little information. After a brief exchange, the Holy Master reluctantly cleared his mind. "You mean, the future world is ruled by a man named Luke, ushering in the prosperous L era. Technology is rising rapidly, magic is blooming everywhere, dark forces are wiped out, powerful demons are destroyed, and weak things, such as you " "And I am the only demon who can save the world, the black energy savior who has the chance to kill the L era in advance, so you seize the opportunity to escape through time and space while the breeder is drunk to resurrect and protect me?" He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that a similar plot had been mentioned in front of him by Valon and others, as if it was a certain movie. Demon Xiaolong nodded seriously, looking at the Holy Lord with eyes full of admiration: "That's it, father." "Is Luke the real name of that damn brat? But how can he manage the world well with his personality..." The Holy Lord fell into deep thought. When he ruled the world, he only regarded human beings as his servants and performed the lowest level of labor. Not to mention development, the world during that period had returned to the primitive farming period. There should be some problem in the middle... After a moment, he left the details behind. The most important thing now was the spell. Only when all twelve spells were returned to his body could he gain true freedom. When the time comes, he must torture Lu Ke severely to repay the insult of being stepped on!