Reckless Through The New World

The morning sun is rising, bright and bright.

A dozen or so plainly dressed clerics stood together facing the rising sun, bowed their heads and closed their eyes, and prayed silently.

They are as motionless as statues, and even their sense of existence is gradually thinning. If ordinary people pass by, they may subconsciously ignore them, as if there are no people here, only some unremarkable trees.

After about an hour, when the rays of the rising sun became fierce, the group of clergymen finished their prayers. They took deep breaths one after another, and in each breath, there were countless golden spots of light swallowing between their mouths and noses, like a monster that could perform a breath attack.

Among this group of clergymen, there is a middle-aged man with a haggard face, and the golden light spots exhaled from his nose and mouth are far more than others. Others seem to be breathing fire, he seems to be breathing fire.

He is one of the legendary powerhouses of the Church of the God of Light, "The Holy Fire of Heaven's Punishment" Faetong.

No one knows Phaethon's real name. People only know that about 400 years ago, this strong man entered the world stage as an ascetic. The burning wooden stick was used as a weapon to kill dozens of murloc masters in one go, leading to repel the murloc invasion this time.

At that time, he was wearing a shabby burlap gown, looking like a desolate beggar, and he didn't even have a decent weapon. He took a stick of wood from a burning hut and fought with the masters of the murloc. While roaring, he merged the divine power with the flame of the wooden stick in his hand. The ordinary wooden stick burned so fiercely that the golden-red flame even illuminated the sky.

In front of this cleric holding a "flaming sword", the arrogant murlocs quickly collapsed into groups, and wolves rushed forward. After the battle, he inserted the still-burning wooden stick on the stone by the sea, and the wooden stick transformed by the powerful force turned it into colorful colors like glass. When the sun shines on it, the light flows, as if it is still there. Burns in general.

The stone still stands on the pier of a small town on the coast south of Treira, and the day of the war became a local festival. Every year on this day, local residents hold a celebration to celebrate the heroes who saved them.

And in the mouths of the fish people, he became a terrible monster. Legend has it that he wielded flames like a **** of war who fell from the sky, menacing and unstoppable. The sages of the murlocs called him by a legendary name "Faetong" - Faetong, which is a legendary **** who was flaming and descended from the sky to the earth.

From then on, Phaethon became his name. No one knew his original name, and people called him "Phaethon".

Soon after, the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Light personally invited him to officially join the church, transforming from a wandering clergyman (similar to pandas) inspired by divine power to a registered regular clergyman.

And his registered name is "Phaethon".

Phaeton is a person who is very easy to get angry, and he also knows that this is not good, so he spends most of the time in closed door meditation, on the one hand to improve himself, on the other hand to avoid anger. Only when evil monsters are rampant, he will draw his sword and lead the clergy of the Church of the God of Light to bravely rush to the front line to repel those monsters.

In recent decades, the world has been relatively stable. Although there is a war, there has never been a large-scale monster rampage. It has been almost 50 years since the last time Fae Tong drew his sword out.

Fifty years is enough time for an ordinary person to grow from birth to old age. If his lifespan is not long enough, he may even die of old age. So Phaethon's reputation gradually faded, and fewer and fewer people remembered him.

Of course, Faetong didn't care about this. He wasn't the kind of person who liked to show up in front of people. He would rather never be remembered by people compared to being anonymous. That meant that there were no monsters raging in the world.

But ideals and reality are two different things, and Phaeth's half-century of peace has finally been shattered recently.

The news about the "Demon King of the North" was sent to him by the Archbishop.

He understood what the Archbishop meant, so he ended his long retreat, and took some students out to the north of Tarakhan.

What kind of character is that Northern Demon King? What did he do in the north? Phaeton decided to see for himself and then decide what to do.

He is no longer the man he was when he was young. If it was him four hundred years ago, he might just go to find the other party and chop him to death with a sword. But now, he doesn't care so much about the "monster" problem.

What he cares about is "raging".

Monsters are also creatures in this world, and they also have the right to enjoy happiness and tranquility like other creatures. As long as they don't base their happiness and tranquility on the suffering of others, Phaethon will not attack them.

This is the constraint he has set for himself, this is the oath he made on his own to bind the sword.

This oath made it difficult for his sword to be unsheathed, but it also made the sword stronger when it was unsheathed.

The powerhouses who have reached the realm of Faetong already have a vague premonition about their fate. He had a premonition that in the not very distant future, a great darkness would come to the earth, and at that time, he would usher in the last and most heroic battle in his life.

For that day, he was willing to endure.

His students didn't think as far as the teacher. After the prayers were over, they packed up their camping tools and talked about the topic of "The Devil of the North".

"I heard that as soon as the Demon King appeared, he killed several lords. He was persecuted to death by the lord before his death, so is he very resentful?"

"Maybe, there are many lords in this world who are really not very decent. This kind of thing is not uncommon."

"But even if it's not good, it's better to have a lord than no lord. This Northern Demon King is promoting a society without a lord, that's not good!"

"What is a society without a lord?"

"I can't imagine... how about you?"

"I can't think of it either, teacher, what do you think it would be like?"

Phaeton smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "Don't make random guesses, it's easy to form prejudice in your heart. We have powerful power, and every move may cause trouble to others, so we must use our power carefully. This caution , first of all, it should be manifested in the attitude of looking at things.”

The students nodded in succession, but the youngest student couldn't help but ask: "So...the matter of the Demon King in the North, shouldn't we also imagine it?"

"Of course, when we arrive in the north, we can see with our eyes and listen with our ears... After seeing, hearing, seeing enough, and listening enough, it's your turn to think." Phaetong nodded and said, "Before that, let's not speculate and imagine by ourselves. We are the light of the world, and we cannot judge others with our own preferences."

As he said that, he turned his head slightly and glanced at the woods not far away.