Paladins of Asgard

A small rectangular gold piece is hung on the necklace, with a small string of words "Howlet" engraved on it, shining under the light of the Holy Light.

The infusion of holy light was completed quickly, and Rowe let go: "When the necklace is close to the sin, it will emit a bright light. With this, it should not be difficult for you to find the real murderer."

"Thank you."

Howlett then left, returning to London Village.

Somewhere in the village, there was a circle of people talking and chatting endlessly, and two men pointed at each other and scolded each other.

"You're a thief!" said the blond man.

Black-haired man: "How can you be innocent, I absolutely couldn't have stolen anything last night."

"Then explain what you did last night?"

"This...is personal privacy! You can't even frame me, you obviously stole it!"

"I swear by my son's life, I never stole anything!"

Someone in the crowd said, "Howlett is back."

The crowd divided a path, and Howlett walked in from the outside, holding the necklace in his hand, and said slowly: "This chain has the blessing of the **** of justice and can distinguish evil people. Let the **** of justice tell us who The real thief."

Among the two accusing each other, the blond man immediately walked over and stood in front of the necklace without fear.

Howlett brought the necklace closer, the necklace remained unchanged, and the blond man shouted: "See, I'll say I didn't steal! Now the truth is out, the thief is him!"

The crowd of onlookers looked at the black-haired man and accused: "As expected, you stole something, and what personal privacy is there, shameless!"

"Give it over!"

The black-haired man suddenly panicked, and only defended: "I didn't! I didn't!"

He staggered back, and everyone was pressing forward, and it seemed that someone was about to make a move.

"Wait, don't do it." Howlett thought about it, walked to the black-haired man, and put the necklace close.

The result was beyond everyone's expectations, and the necklace did not respond.

The black-haired man said quickly, "Look, I really didn't steal!"

Everyone was stunned.

"strangeness……"

"what happened?"

"Howlett, do you really have the blessing of the God of Justice on this chain?" Someone couldn't help asking.

Howlett frowned slightly, remained silent, his eyes glanced around like a lone wolf in the night, and then suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Stop."

A long-haired man who was about to leave quietly froze, and turned his head nervously: "Is there... is there something wrong?"

Howlett stepped forward, and as soon as the necklace in his hand came close, the holy light suddenly lit up.

"It's him!" the crowd exclaimed.

"So he's the thief!"

The long-haired man opened his eyes in horror and turned to run, but he was not Howlett's opponent, and Howlett dragged him to the ground.

Necklace hangs from Howlett's finger, the holy light shimmers

Howlett looked at the long-haired man and said slowly: "Young man, explain it...or I will send you to the God of Justice."

...

Due to the existence of the Holy Sanctuary and Rowe, London Village has become the safest place in Britain and even the whole earth, and more and more people who have been uprooted by war gather here.

So another four years passed, and by 343 BC, London Village had become London Town, with a population of several thousand.

And every few days people move into London town from outside, and craftsmen are busy building houses and roads every day, making the place prosperous day by day.

Luo Wei had wondered in his previous life why the three supreme sanctuaries happened to be located in the world's three major financial centers, London, Hong Kong, and New York.

Now it seems that the existence of the Holy Sanctuary has created the world's financial center—safety and stability are the basic conditions for business development.

In the vast sea, a fire suddenly flashed.

Rowe, who was burning with flames, roared from the sky like a shooting star, leaving a fiery trail behind him.

Rowe looked ahead, his whole body was raging in flames, adjusting the direction and flying at extreme speed in the air.

Sometimes he rushed high into the sky, straight into the clouds, and sometimes he was close to the sea, allowing the sea to boil and evaporate, and the mist to evaporate.

Luo Wei flew for a while, and then the flames on his body erupted suddenly.

"boom!"

The speed soared in an instant, breaking the speed of sound, causing a huge sonic boom cloud in the air, and the waves on the sea surface rolled, setting off a circle of waves.

However, just after breaking the speed of sound, with the sudden increase of resistance, Luo Wei suddenly had difficulty maintaining his balance, insisting that he crashed into the sea within half a second.

"Wow—"

The waves splash.

Rowe emerged from the sea, took off again, and flew to a nearby reef.

"Buzz!" Xiao Shilut, who was sitting on the reef and eating stones, waved to him.

Rowe sat aside and rested, while curling up Shilute's increasingly rounded little head.

So far, about flame flight, Luo Wei has been a personal trainee for four and a half years.

Often after four and a half years of fumbling, he finally learned to fly with flames, but unfortunately he is not proficient, and it can even be said to be very simple.

In order to maintain his balance, he had to set his entire body on fire, which made his flight very expensive and had extremely poor endurance. The flight just now ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ made him feel tired.

And so far, he is completely unable to break the sound barrier. Once the speed exceeds the speed of sound, the balance collapses instantly.

With such endurance and speed, it is obviously far from enough to fly to the moon. Luo Wei probably remembered that the distance between the earth and the moon was hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Hundreds of thousands of kilometers, I don't know when he will practice.

"Luowei." A teleportation aperture opened on the reef, and Agomoto walked out of it.

Rowe turned his head: "What's wrong?"

For him, four and a half years is a snap of his fingers, one thousandth of his life, but it is not too short for the people of the earth.

Agamotto is now in his thirties, with a beard and looks quite vicissitudes, but this appearance is also suitable for his identity as the first-generation Supreme Mage.

He sat aside, sighed and said, "The Brotherhood is split."

"As I expected, Aristotle and Menehmos failed to bridge their differences after all, and the Brotherhood was split into two parts led by the two men... Menehmos remained in Athens to run his school and flourished in mathematics. "

"Aristotle went to Macedonia and became an important minister of the King of Macedonia and the chief teacher of Prince Alexander."

After a pause, Agamotto continued: "Aristotle also created the "Divine Shield Division", personally serving as the director, recruiting strange people for Macedonia's use. "

Rowe nodded and said nothing.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Agamotto's conversation changed: "But there is good news, because of the division of the Brotherhood, some people who are not right or left choose to join the Supreme Sanctuary, and the Sanctuary suddenly has dozens of mages."

Rowe reacted: "So you are ready to build the next Supreme Sanctuary?"

"That's right." Agamotto nodded.

"Where are you going?"

"An ancient country in the East, China."