The morning sun is rising, bright and bright.

A dozen plainly dressed clergymen stood together facing the morning sun, bowing their heads and closing their eyes, praying silently.

They are as motionless as statues, and even their presence is gradually thinning, and if ordinary people pass by, they may subconsciously ignore them, as if there is no one here at all, only some unworthy trees.

After about an hour, when the light of the morning sun became fierce, the clergy finished their prayers. They took deep breaths, and with each breath, countless golden points of light sprang between their mouths and noses, like demonic beasts capable of spitting attacks.

In this group of clerics, there was a middle-aged man with a withered face, and there were far more golden points of light spewing from his mouth and nose than others. Others seem to be swallowing sparks, he is like swallowing flames.

He is one of the legendary powerhouses of the Church of the God of Light, the "Holy Fire of Heavenly Punishment" Phaethon.

No one knows Faetong's real name, but it is only known that about 400 years ago, this powerful man appeared on the world stage as an ascetic, and during a fish-man invasion on the southern coast of Trera, he used a flaming wooden stick as a weapon to kill dozens of fish-man masters in one go, leading the way in repelling the fish-man invasion.

Dressed in a shabby linen robe, he looked like a down-and-out beggar, and without even a decent weapon, he drew a stick of wood from a burning hut and fought the Fish-Man masters. He roared as he fused the divine power with the flame of the wooden stick in his hand, and the ordinary wooden stick burned so violently that the golden-red flames lit up even the sky.

In front of this priest holding the "Flame Sword", the arrogant fish-people clan soon collapsed, and the wolves rushed to the pigs. When the battle was over, he stuck the still burning stick of wood into the stone by the sea, and the strip of wood that had been transformed by the powerful force into a colorful color like glass, and when the sun shone on it, the light flowed as if it was still burning.

The stone still stands on the pier of a small town on the southern coast of Trera, and the day of the Great War became a local festival. Every year on this day, the local residents hold a celebration to sing the praises of the heroes who saved them.

And in the mouths of the fishmen, he became a terrible monster. Legend has it that he wielded flames like a god of war falling from the sky, and he was fierce and unstoppable. The sages of the Fish-People called him by the legendary name "Phaethon", a legendary deity that fell from the sky and descended from the sky.

From then on, Phaethon became his name. His original name is unknown, and people call him "Phaethon".

Soon after, the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Light personally invited him to officially join the Church, transforming him from a vagrant priest (like a panda) to a registered full-fledged priest.

And his registered name is "Phaethon".

Phaethon was a person who was easily angry, and he knew that it was not good, so he spent most of his time in closed retreat, improving himself and avoiding anger. Only when evil monsters are rampant, he draws his sword and leads the clergy of the Church of Light to the front line to fight them off.

In recent decades, the world has been relatively stable. Although there was a war, there had never been a large-scale monster wreaking havoc, and it had been almost fifty years since the last time Fae-e-tong drew his sword and came out of the customs.

Fifty years is enough time for an ordinary person to grow up and grow old, and if he doesn't live long enough, he will even die of old age. As a result, Phaethon's reputation faded, and fewer and fewer people remembered him.

Of course, Phaethon didn't care about that, he wasn't the kind of person who liked to appear in front of people, and he would rather never be remembered than be unknown - that meant that there were no monsters wreaking havoc on the earth.

But ideals and reality are two different things, and the peace of Faerita for half a century has finally been shattered recently.

The news about the "Demon King of the North" was passed on to him by the archbishop.

Knowing what the archbishop meant, he ended his long retreat and took some of his students out of the border to the north of Tara Khan.

What kind of character is that Northern Demon King, and what is he doing in the North? Phaethon decided to see for himself before deciding what to do.

He is no longer the same as he was when he was young, if it was him four hundred years ago, he might have gone directly to find the other party, and then hacked to death with a sword. But now, he doesn't care so much about the "monster".

What he cares about is "wreaking".

Monsters are also creatures in this world, and they have the right to enjoy happiness and tranquility like other creatures. As long as they do not base their happiness and tranquility on the suffering of others, Phaethon will not use a sword against them.

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

This oath made it difficult for his sword to unsheath, but it also made it more powerful when it was unsheathed.

The strength of the strong man who has reached the realm of Faetong already has a vague premonition of fate. He had a premonition that in the not-so-distant future, great darkness would descend on the earth, and that he would face the last and greatest battle of his life.

He was willing to endure for that day.

His students didn't think as far as their teacher, and after the prayer was over, they packed up their camping tools while talking about the "Demon King of the North".

"I heard that as soon as the demon king appeared, he killed several lords, and he was persecuted to death by the lord during his lifetime, so he was very resentful?"

"Perhaps, there are many lords in this world who are indeed not very decent, and this kind of thing is not uncommon. ”

"But even if it's not presentable, it's better to have a lord than not to have one. This Northern Demon King is promoting a society without lords, that's not going to work!"

"What is a society without lords like?"

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

"I can't figure it out, teacher, what do you think that would be like?"

Faetong smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Don't speculate, it's easy to form prejudice in your heart." We have great power in our hands, and every move we make can cause trouble for others, so we must use it more carefully. This prudence should first be manifested in the attitude towards things. ”

The students nodded their heads, but the youngest couldn't help but ask, "So...... Shouldn't we imagine the things of the Northern Demon King?"

"Of course, when we go to the north, we see with our eyes and hear with our ears...... I've seen it, I've heard it, I've seen it enough, I've heard it enough, and then it's my brain's turn to think. Phaethon nodded and said, "Until then, we don't have to speculate and imagine for ourselves, we are the light of the world, and we can't judge others by our own preferences." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the woods not far away.