Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 254 I seem to have heard this plot somewhere before
"The Saint's staff contains a powerful spirit of justice."

"The Nameless Temple Gem, the supply and flow of energy."

"The bracelet of the Shiva Temple, the power of the pair split in two."

Lu Ke placed the three magic tools on the table, injected the energy in his body into them to erase the marks of the original owners, and added his own labels. The magic machine ran at high speed, helping him to quickly complete the two stages of controlling objects and transforming objects.

The Saint Seiya's staff was suspended in the air, the twisted dead wood became straight, inscriptions were engraved on it, and the dazzling gems inlaid on the top firmly wrapped the staff, and a magic staff gradually took shape.

Then, the Shiva Temple bracelet seemed to be melted by the high temperature, turning into a dazzling golden liquid that attached to the staff, adding golden lines to the shabby staff, making it transform from its original plain staff into something extremely luxurious.

After a moment, an exquisite staff floated in the air.

Lu Ke picked up the newly made staff. The moment it touched, the energy in his body resonated with the staff. A sense of clarity spread from his arm to his whole body, and he felt that he had become more in tune with the world.

In addition to the basic spellcasting function, this staff also has some additional functions, greatly simplifying some magic that requires the use of materials.

The Saint Seiya's staff has the ability to perform special attacks against evil. The diamond from the nameless temple gives the staff sufficient energy and excellent fluidity, while the Shiva Temple bracelet is the simplest and most direct, doubling the power of magic released by the staff.

Lu Ke played with the staff for a while, but soon lost interest in it. Although it was an excellent staff, things of this level were not very useful to him. It was just a transition for him now.

He put away his staff and walked out. A familiar smell of garlic wafted over. His father, who was studying the inscriptions on the spell, looked up at him and nodded slightly.

"Saint Seiya, regained all his power."

"Luke, you have surpassed your father. Congratulations."

As his father spoke, Luke's body became lighter and the white air around him became thicker.

He smiled and bowed to his father.

"It is all at your service, sir."

The staff is not important, what is important is the symbolic meaning. At this stage, with the staff in his possession, he is the undisputed strongest white mist wizard.

The Black Gas camp believes in the survival of the fittest, and the simple and direct underlying logic is that if you are strong, you are the boss. The White Gas camp is different.

Although he is still your boss, he has additional reputation requirements. If he is not famous enough, it will be difficult to get recognition.

And now, he has the dual certification of his father who is a disciple of the great wizard in the protagonist group, and the temple that once followed the Saint Seiya. He had previously specifically mentioned that he wanted the people in the temple to publish newspapers to let the mysterious forces around the world know about the return of the Saint Seiya.

With the title of Saint Seiya and the nature of the strongest white aura mage, Lu Ke at this time is the true spokesperson of white aura.

"I don't teach you much, most of the time you learn on your own."

Dad seemed to relax a little, perhaps thinking that no matter what big things happened in the future, it would not be something that an old man over fifty would have to bear alone.

"Dad made some extra bacon. Would you like to try some? Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu are out looking for the rat talisman. They may not come back."

"Thank you, sir. Please leave some for me. I want to catch a thief now."

"thief?"

Dad pushed his glasses up, a little confused.

Lu Ke walked out of the antique shop with a smile, his five fingers clenched into a fist, holding the slight breath left by the intruder in his hands. He lightly tapped the staff, and the tracking magic was activated, with faint lines of magic emerging.

"Follow this trail and see who broke in."

……

Lobby interior of commercial building.

As the dragon fangs were arranged into a magic circle, the spell began to take effect, and the Holy Lord's hovering body began to move. In just a few breaths, it returned to its original state, transforming from a sculpture into a huge monster seven or eight meters tall.

"I am free!"

The Holy Lord's eyes were flashing red, his face was ferocious and evil, revealing 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, his body was golden, and he had a dragon head and a human body.

The devil dragon looked at this scene in shock, shouting fanatically.

"Father, congratulations on your resurrection!"

The Holy Lord leaned down and looked at the little demon dragon, "You need to explain the fact that you have my dragon teeth and spells, and that you called me father, but now, we need to leave here first."

It was indeed a cause for celebration to regain his body, but without the power of the talisman, he was no match for the little bastard who squandered his wealth.

This is the little bastard's territory. There are no outsiders here. Apart from a few creatures with black energy that he brought back, such as vampires and sheep-eating beasts, the only ones left are the female humans in the top floor suite who he uses as sexual partners.

Although he had just been out for a short time, there was no telling when he would be back. Every minute he stayed would increase the danger. Given that brat's temper, if I betrayed him, I would probably die and go back to hell.

As for the option of capturing female humans and threatening them, that was also unrealistic. He didn't look like he was threatened, and his fate might be even more miserable.

The Holy Lord looked around with lingering fear, trying hard to maintain his image in front of the devil dragon.

Thinking of the humiliation and torture he had experienced during this period, he felt so angry that his teeth were itching, but he could only endure it. He was even timid because of his large size and was a little worried that he might damage the furnishings in the hall.

"As expected of a father, he is indeed a man of foresight!"

The demon dragon nodded repeatedly, "The magic spell makes too much noise, Chen Xiaoyu will catch up soon."

"Who is Chen Xiaoyu?"

click-

A cool flying motorcycle broke through the glass and rushed into the hall, floating in the air.

"it's me!"

Chen Xiaoyu took off her sunglasses and said, "Nice to meet you, Holy Lord."

She raised a strange-looking pistol and pointed it at the Holy Lord. "My target is the demon Xiaolong. As long as you hand him over, we can all live in peace."

"I don't know what you mean by that. Do you think you can scare me by riding a flying machine?"

The Holy Lord stared at Chen Xiaoyu's belt and said, "You have my dragon talisman on you, but... the dragon talisman was just taken away by that little devil."

"We are from the future. Father, please be careful. This woman is very powerful. She is the head of District 13!"

The devil Xiaolong looked at Chen Xiaoyu with fear and retreated behind the Holy Lord.

His words contained too much information, and the Holy Lord suddenly stopped working. A bright light easily pierced through his shoulders and overturned his huge body.

puff-

The Fire Demon's huge body smashed through the furniture and wall behind it.

"Damn it, if the talisman hadn't been taken away... this attack would have been nothing!"

The Holy Lord quickly got up and was about to run away. He was treacherous and cunning by nature, had no humanity and didn't care about his face. He put his own safety first, and naturally ran away when he couldn't win.

"Brother Daolong, help us!"

The devil dragon shouted "Daolong" in panic, crushed a small bead, and a thick black mist burst out.

"you again……"

Daolong appeared in the black air. When he saw Chen Xiaoyu, he felt a headache. Like last time, he took his staff and waved it lightly at the ground to transfer the three people.

Chen Xiaoyu pointed the gun at his staff in time and said, "I won't let you get what you want!" Don't even think about letting her get hit by the same move a second time.

At this moment, a familiar breath broke into her perception range, and the gun in her hand slowed down involuntarily. Daolong and the other two successfully moved their position as the black air dissipated.

"Damn it! What a coincidence, is it because of the balance?"

Chen Xiaoyu gritted her teeth in annoyance and turned to look.

Not far away, a young man holding a staff was floating in the air, looking at her level, and their eyes intertwined.

Lu Ke looked slightly surprised. After glancing at the woman opposite him from top to bottom, he spoke in a gentle tone.

"I'm so sorry, am I disturbing you?"

He paused and called out her name.

"Xiaoyu."

After hearing this familiar title, Chen Xiaoyu pursed her lips and revealed a helpless smile.

……

Inside the gloomy wizard tower.

Various potion materials and magic books were piled up in the tower. The thick black air made the sky gloomy and the sun was invisible. In a certain magic circle, three figures appeared with the black air. They were Daolong, the Holy Lord and the Demon Dragon who were in San Francisco before.

"Welcome to my Mage Tower, two Black Qi 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 calling me over just now was a very dangerous thing."

The demon dragon's green skin showed no sign of blushing, "I'm sorry, but I don't know magic that can move long distances."

Such an attitude of admitting mistakes obviously did not satisfy Daolong. His face darkened a little, and the mechanism in the tower was ready to go.

"What I need is not an apology but real value, my friend."

The Mage Tower is Daolong's lair. He has a relaxed expression and sits on a chair watching the Demon Dragon and the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord pushed the demon dragon aside and walked forward: "Children are ignorant. You saved us, we should repay you. What do you think of the talisman?"

As soon as the word "talisman" came out, Daolong's eyes lit up immediately, and he stood up unconsciously and walked in front of the Holy Lord.

"Holy Lord, the most powerful black wizard from thousands of years ago, I have heard of you and have always admired you. Are you really willing to give me the talisman?"

"Of course, we are friends who belong to the same black energy! And you are my savior, so of course I have to repay you well."

The Lord's eyes flashed red: "You saved our lives, so I am willing to give you two talismans as a reward."

"Three. I saved him once before."

Daolong pointed at the demon dragon, his tone containing a hint of greed.

"No problem, three is three. If you are willing to help me get the talisman back, I am willing to give you three more, a total of six talismans, and half of my original power."

The Holy Lord behaved very generously.

Not to mention six, even if I gave him twelve, it wouldn't matter.

It’s just talk anyway!

He had used the same rhetoric against Valon and his people before, but perhaps because they had been deceived too many times and exploited too harshly, when that brat really gave Valon and his people the Golden Rooster King's treasure, they decisively surrendered.

Daolong is the leader of the black wizards and is so naive that the Holy Lord feels it would be a waste not to lie to him.

"Your generosity makes me look at you sideways, Holy Lord." The wrinkles on Daolong's face became much less, and he smiled for the first time.

"Rest well, my friend. I will help you get the talisman back."

"You too, bro, thanks again for your help."

The Holy Lord spoke very politely and did not remove his disguise until Daolong left.

He glanced at the little demon dragon who was looking at him eagerly, and his tone was not very good.

"You mean, you're my future child, and you escaped from the cage when the keeper wasn't paying attention and traveled to the present to save me?"

The Holy Lord was particularly upset by the thing that looked more like a lizard than a dragon, crying and sneezing.

This is just too ugly.

How could he have created such an ugly son!

But the little devil dragon does have his own bloodline, and he brought with him the dragon fangs he had hidden, and he also knew how to use the dragon fangs to revive his own spell.

He really is his son.

"Why do you say it was when the keeper wasn't paying attention?"

The little devil dragon nodded in shame, tears streaming down his face. "Father, I have been locked up in the Magical Animal Park in District 13 since I was born, for people to watch and enjoy..."

The Lord's eyes flashed red. The first thing he thought of was not how District 13 would develop in the future, how could he treat his descendants as animals for people to watch, but...

"There are people who admire you?"

What kind of aesthetic can make this thing look good?
The devil Xiaolong felt even more sad after hearing this.

"Yes, father. No one is willing to pay for my ticket, and no one is willing to feed me. Even my food is the worst among all the magical animals."

Holy Lord: That makes sense.

"Let's talk about the future."

"Okay, Father."

The devil Xiaolong told everything he knew. Since he had been staying in prison all the time, he had no chance to see the outside world with his own eyes, so he knew relatively little information.

After a brief exchange, the Holy Lord managed to sort out his thoughts.

"You mean, in the future the world is ruled by a man named Luke, and the prosperous L-era begins. Technology is advancing rapidly, magic is everywhere, all the dark forces are wiped out, powerful demons are destroyed, and weak things, like you, are imprisoned by the sealing power for people's amusement."

"And I am the only demon who can save the world, the black savior who has a chance to strangle the L era in advance. So you took advantage of the breeder being drunk and took the opportunity to escape and travel through time and space to revive and protect me?"

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he had heard a similar plot from Valon and others, as if it was from a movie.

The demon dragon nodded seriously, looking at the Holy Lord with eyes full of admiration: "That's it, father."

"Is Luke the real name of that damn kid? But how can he govern the world well with his personality..."

The Holy Lord fell into deep thought. When he ruled the world, he only treated humans as his servants, and they only performed the most basic labor. Not to mention development, the world returned to the primitive farming era during that period.

There must be some problem in the middle...

After a moment, he put the details behind him. The most important thing now was the talisman. Only when all twelve talismans returned to his body could he gain true freedom.

When the time comes, he will definitely torture Lu Ke severely in retaliation for the humiliation of being stepped on before!
(End of this chapter)