Dry Rice and Girl-Chasing Throne, Guarding and Glory Throne!

The Throne of Eating and Picking Up Girls (×), the Guarding and Glory Throne (√)!

Long Fan immediately sheathed his sword.

At the same time, he took a deep breath to calm his excited state of mind.

With a thought—

System, open my personal panel!

With a swish—

A game-like holographic system panel unfolded before him:

Host: Long Fan

Age: 10

Class: Main Job Knight (Locked)

Charm: 55 (Perfectly ordinary, utterly lacking in immersion)

Innate Inner Spiritual Power: ??? (Sacred Awakening not yet performed)

Spiritual Power: 3 (Outer Spiritual Power), none for now (Inner Spiritual Power)

Skills: None learned yet

Task: Newbie Task (Perform 1,000 standard sword drills)

Equipment: Absolutely nothing

Attribute Points: None (Go discover how to grow stronger!)

Overall Evaluation: A measly three points, truly pitiful (the weakest of the weak)

Long Fan neither agreed nor disagreed with the system's evaluation.

Generally speaking, ten points of spiritual power were equivalent to the strength of an ordinary adult man.

His mere three points were indeed nothing worth mentioning.

Fortunately, his golden finger had now come online.

As Long Fan explored the system's functions, he took out the flatbread he carried with him and filled his stomach.

After looking through it once, his gaze stopped at the task section.

Long Fan communicated with the God-level Attribute System, intending to begin the sword-drawing task immediately.

Accept the task!

Newbie Task activated. Must be completed within one day (0/1000)

After receiving the system's notification that the task had begun—

Long Fan rose from his brief rest and returned to the training ground.

Without hesitation, he drew the wooden sword, three feet long, three inches wide, and two inches thick.

As always, he began drawing, swinging, and slashing his sword...

A fairly smooth set of sword-drilling movements was completed.

The progress bar jumped to (1/1000), indicating that it met the system's standards.

Long Fan continued to calm himself.

He began his second round of sword practice.

Whoosh!

Whoosh—!!

The edge of the wooden sword sliced through the surrounding air, carrying gusts of wind with it.

Successive bursts of whistling filled the empty Trial Field.

The sun continued to drift across the sky.

Stretching the figure in the training ground ever longer...

The golden crow sank in the west.

Long Fan, his clothes completely drenched, continued practicing his sword.

The progress bar had already passed the halfway mark.

Victory was within sight.

As time passed once more, the afterglow of the setting sun faded away.

Night descended.

Only a dozen or so repetitions remained before the progress bar was full.

But then...

An inexplicable palpitation suddenly seized his heart.

Immediately after—

Countless terrified, chaotic cries rang out.

"Ah! The Demon Race is invading!" xN

Soon came shrill screams.

Cries for help, along with thunderous sounds of destruction, came from every direction.

His state of mind while practicing swordsmanship disrupted, Long Fan realized that something was terribly wrong.

He hurriedly ran toward the outside of the grounds.

But before he could even get out, a heavy stench of blood hit him head-on.

In merely a few breaths—

The town had already become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Countless wolf-headed, humanoid monsters were wreaking havoc.

There was even a huge Medusa holding the rear.

Wasn't this the scene from his countless nightmares?

Long Fan could hardly believe his eyes.

Yet the truth lay right before him.

A cold sweat instantly broke out all over his body.

Fear continued to spread through his heart.

By now, those monsters had surrounded the entire Tor Town.

And they were steadily closing in on the training grounds at the center, where Long Fan was.

Many survivors had been forced into this final haven.

Yet for the moment, no one could withstand those demons. They still could not escape the fate of being slaughtered.

Murder, arson, plunder, and violence were the laws of the Demon Race!

The complete opposite of the knight's code!!

Very soon, the entire grounds were packed with terrified townsfolk.

Around the perimeter, at least a thousand tall, powerfully built monsters clad in black armor had surrounded them.

Horror filling his heart, Long Fan immediately felt that things were bad.

There was simply no way out now.

Just then—

The deep voice of Pein, the Head Instructor of Tor Sub-Hall, suddenly rang out.

"Everyone, don't panic yet. The distress signal has been sent.

Now, every man who can hold a sword, step forward to the front row."

Everyone's gaze fell upon the burly man, who had already donned knight armor.

After a brief silence, aside from the children, nearly all the men obeyed and came to the front.

Most of the unarmed women, children, and elderly remained in the back rows.

Pein stood beneath the gates of the largest main hall, holding two sharp Fine Iron Swords.

His resolute gaze swiftly swept across the crowd as he issued orders crisply.

"Pei Qi, Pei Jie, step forward and guard the left and right side hall gates!"

"Yes!" x2

The other two burly men, already clad in armor, quickly stepped forward and came before the crowd.

They were the other two assistant instructors, Rank Two Level Eight Apprentice Knights.

Pein! Pei Jie! Pei Qi!

They were sworn brothers.

They were also the three strongest men in the entire town.

Known as the 'Tor Three Brothers'!

Pein gripped his twin knight swords, one in each hand.

His expression solemn, he spoke again.

"The Demon Race has already killed many of our fellow townsfolk.

Now, we cannot afford even the slightest slackness or retreat.

"Everyone who can fight, pick up your weapons and drive the Demon Race away together!"

This vigorous voice was brimming with infectious power.

Pein's gaze settled especially on the youths he had trained.

"Today, the first lesson Head Instructor Pein will teach you is this: as knights, we must protect our homeland and our loved ones!

"The words of the Knight's Code that you recite every day are not empty. When danger comes, we must have enough courage to protect the precious things we are duty-bound to defend!!"

As he spoke, Pein's voice clearly grew more impassioned.

A dazzling, resolute gleam shone in his eyes.

After saying that, Pein turned and looked toward the approaching Werewolf Demons.

"Fight! Protect!"

As the strongest half-step knight in Tor Town, Pein was the first to raise his twin swords and put his knightly faith into action.

"Charge!"

Pein gave a low shout, already moving his feet.

The distance of each step he took was not great, but his pace was extremely fast.

A knight's short-range charge was unleashed.

"Thrust!"

One sword was held before him, the other drawn back behind him.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived before the nearest Level 2 Werewolf Demon.

Whoosh!

A swift, powerful straight thrust shot toward the Level 2 Werewolf Demon's head.

Borrowing the momentum of his charge, the thrust was immensely forceful.

Splurt!

The Werewolf Demon's head burst like a watermelon.

Blood sprayed everywhere.

He claimed the first kill.

With a stern expression, Pein merely flicked his swords in a flourish before charging toward the second Werewolf Demon rushing at him.

On Pei Qi and Pei Jie's side, the two deputies also gripped their longswords and strode forward.

They arrived at the side hall entrances each of them was responsible for guarding.

Charge + Thrust!

The two first-tier knight skills were used in tandem.

They each knocked down a Werewolf Demon as well.

Inspired by the passion of the three brothers, quite a few first-tier Knight Attendants stepped out from the crowd of their own accord.

They protected the elderly, weak, sick, and injured behind them.

Moreover, every child who had received training from the instructors picked up a Wooden Sword and stood in front of their families or friends.

Long Fan also resolutely stepped forward, standing several dozen meters behind Uncle Pein.

Together with the others, he formed the second line of defense.

The longsword in his hand never stopped swinging as he hurried to advance toward the Newbie Task.

Although quasi-knights guarded all three hall entrances, there were simply too many Werewolf Demons.

Before long, some slipped through.

The second line of defense began intercepting them.

Long Fan joined forces with Pang Hu against a Level 2 Werewolf Demon.

They killed it fairly smoothly.

At the same time, the sword-practice task's progress rose once more.

Only three more times remained.

Long Fan did not dare slack off and raised his sword again.

Only by obtaining the mission reward would they have a better chance of escaping this crisis.

But reality always went against one's wishes.

A powerful aura swiftly enveloped nearly the entire Trial Field.

A sense of foreboding surged in Long Fan's heart.

A Golden-Haired Werewolf Demon whose aura made even Uncle Pein tremble entered everyone's sight.

"Kehehe, how interesting!"

It was at least a Level Five Demon Race creature.

Humanity's ratings for the Demon Race were the same as those for magical beasts.

By that measure, it was equivalent to a human Fourth-Order Great Knight.

The Golden-Haired Werewolf Demon's eyes held thirty percent disdain, seventy percent brutality—

And ninety percent mockery.

With a flicker of movement, it sent the unprepared Pein flying with a single claw strike.

Misfortunes never came alone.

The doors on both sides of the hall had also been breached.

"Jie Ge, no!"

A woman's shrill cry rang out.

It was Pei Jie's biological younger sister, three years his junior.

Long Fan abruptly turned his gaze, only to see Pei Jie, who had charged forward, sliced in two by the curved blade of a powerful Green-Haired Wolf-Head Man.

The front half of his body still lay sprawled on the ground in agony, while his internal organs had spilled across the floor.

Yet he still gripped his longsword tightly, its tip embedded in the ground.

Pei Qi at the right hall entrance was no better off.

A snarling Green-Haired Werewolf Demon had severed his head.

Pein, meanwhile, was sent flying by the strongest Golden-Haired Werewolf Demon.

After vomiting a mouthful of blood, he still forced himself back to his feet.

He stomped his foot.

Pure White Blade + Thrust!

The two knight skills merged almost perfectly before being unleashed.

But the Golden-Haired Werewolf Demon merely shook its head.

It directly released its spiritual power.

A phantom blood claw formed over its talons.

Crack!

Pein's prepared combo was forcibly interrupted.

His iron sword snapped in two.

Squelch!

The blood claw, still carrying the force of the blow, pierced through Pein's armor and sank deep into the right side of his chest.

"Kehehe, so pathetically weak!"

With a fling from the Golden-Haired Werewolf Demon, Pein, blood spraying from his body, was sent flying even farther away.

His armor shattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

He crashed down right beside Long Fan.

Pein's heart had been jolted in the pool of blood. Relying on sheer willpower to cling to his last breath, he grabbed his knight's longsword.

Then, supporting himself on the sword, he slowly stood again.

Long Fan tried to steady him.

But Pein calmly wiped the blood from his face.

He revealed a somewhat ferocious smile, his bones shattered beneath it.

"Xiao Fan, watch closely. This is Uncle Pein's Shinra Tensei!"

As he spoke, Pein gathered his strength once more.

With determination, he charged toward the Werewolf Demons closing in around him.

He concentrated every last bit of spiritual power in his body, centered on himself.

Boom!

Spiritual power erupted, blasting away every Werewolf Demon blocking the hall entrance.

Spiritual power surged, and dust and smoke billowed into the air.

An all-directional repulsive force boomed outward, instantly creating a crater several meters wide.

Even stalling for a little longer could give everyone another sliver of hope to survive.

The Golden-Haired Werewolf Demon's expression changed slightly. He retreated several steps while releasing spiritual power to shield himself.

Protected behind him, Long Fan's eyes could not help but redden.

But he knew there was no changing the situation.

All he could do was take advantage of Uncle Pein's desperate resistance and speed up his sword-drawing and swinging once more.

One!

Two!

Three!

Clang!

The final sword.

Host has completed today's mission. The Novice Gift Pack has been issued!

Open!

Long Fan's thoughts moved.

His vision suddenly brightened.

With a ding, the gift pack opened.

Several streams of light flew out, accompanied by explanatory text:

Divine Seal Knight Experience Card ×1: Randomly grants the power experience of one Divine Throne for a limited duration.

Saint Demon Body: Surpasses all special physiques on the Saint Demon Continent.

After a quick glance, Long Fan saw that against the powerful Demon Race, only the Experience Card could ease the current crisis.

He no longer cared whether it was a waste.

Experience Card, activate!

The moment the thought fell—

Long Fan felt the spiritual power within his body boil.

In an instant, it surged past one hundred thousand points.

It was fast as hell—so fast it was already home.

A golden-red halo lit up behind Long Fan.

A massive Brilliant Gold throne slowly emerged from the halo, radiating magnificent light.

The throne stood ten zhang tall, its backrest embedded with countless gems.

The instant the Doomsday Throne appeared, a pillar of golden light descended upon Long Fan.

The golden light expanded, and Long Fan's figure flashed.

His body enlarged dozens of times over. Floating before the Doomsday Throne, he slowly sat down.

From beneath the dazzling faceplate, Long Fan's voice resounded throughout the entire town.

"Demon Race, werewolf demons, perish here!"

At that moment, a powerful pressure erupted from his body.

As though it had come from the cold springs of the Nine Netherworld!

Now was the glorious moment to protect Thor!!

Launch the attack (-ω)▄︻┻┳══━一!!!