Warhammer Wizard

That night, Astarte held a grand dinner.

The Macragg people brought out the best things to entertain the distinguished guests from afar.

The barbarians are not engaged in production, and the plateau lacks the environment for planting crops. They hunt for a living, and their food is mainly meat, which is grilled, fried, and smoked, full of original flavor, and accompanied by self-brewed fruit wine, which has a unique flavor.

Ren had long known that the conditions were difficult, so he also prepared a dozen boxes of good spirits on the airship.

The strong aroma of the wine came out, arousing the greed of many barbarians. When they drank the wine from the empire, their eyes lit up and their expressions were intoxicated.

At the banquet, Sicarius showed off his empire's experience while holding a wine glass.

"Hiccup... Brothers, I'm not bragging to you. I drink three or four pots of wine like this every day in Glamorgan, and it's nothing at all..."

"The matter of drinking is not worth mentioning. Anyway, you will have a chance in the future."

Sicarius changed his words and said staggeringly: "That time we were in Wezeland... Did you know Weizeland? It's a floating city, the whole city is flying in the sky, and it belongs to a great holy soul. The wizard, the boss' teacher..."

"Many, many undead, at least hundreds of thousands, rushed over like sea water and surrounded us..."

"Gilliman is above, I have never seen so many monsters in my life."

"I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes, my legs were almost soft! Fortunately, we have the Rambo gun invented by the boss!"

Sicarius grabbed the machine gun, raised it high, and appeared in front of the clansmen.

"It is not the most powerful weapon in the world, but it must be the most suitable weapon for us Macragge! With it, our thirteen brothers and the boss blocked the army of tens of thousands of undead for half an hour. …”

"The corpses of monsters are piled up as high as a house!"

"Otto and I were promoted to legend in that battle, hehe, you have to believe me, as long as you have tried Lanqing's spear, you will never let it go, the javelin is not worthy of its shoes, I haven't thrown it for months. Over the javelin."

"I now have a fire dragon, ride it to the sky, give me enough bullets, and one person can destroy the Logosh tribe!"

Sicarius' eloquence is average, but he is better than the fact that the story is true, and the rhythm of the story is ups and downs, which is fascinating.

Besides fighting, there is also his life in Modu.

Especially after following Ren, the monthly salary is more than 200 gold shields, the food is delicacies from the mountains and the sea, the living in a lavish castle, the use of the best equipment, the servants serve daily life, and the well-equipped martial arts training ground. Exercise in here, your strength will become stronger every day, and you will become a legend in a few months!

Other Ultramarines also echoed their voices from time to time, proving that what Sicarius said was true.

The Macragge people present were fascinated by this.

They kept peeking at Ren, and if it wasn't for Marius, they would have rushed over and swore to join the ranks of the Ultramarines.

Ren smiled without saying a word.

As his first symbiotic, Sicarius was the most loyal and spared no effort in recruiting his clan, but in Marius' eyes, his behavior was probably the exact opposite.

He glanced at the top of the main seat, Marius's eyes were cloudy, and he drank the suffocating wine without saying a word.

The color of this legendary barbarian's soul kept changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After the banquet, Ren returned to the residence arranged by Marius, on the fourth floor of the city.

The height here is second only to the Temple of Astarte, a large house entirely made of rock. After thousands of years of vicissitudes, and after generations of Macragg repairs, the traces left by the original founder of the dwarves are no longer there. too much.

The condition of the stone house is poor and cannot be compared with the castle in Rennes, but it is a rare safe place to live on the plateau.

Ys came out from the plane of shadow to take a look, then turned around and returned to the airship.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Ren was still accustomed to getting up and meditating, having eaten the barbecue breakfast served by the barbarian, and a guard next to Marius came in.

"Lord Lord, the patriarch invites you to meet at the temple." The guard said respectfully.

"it is good."

Ren looked at the guard. He was strong, muscular, and carried a heavy fine iron sword. He was a high-level barbarian warrior. However, the Eye of Soul saw that his Primarch symbiosis talent had been used.

Unsurprisingly, the bodyguard's Primarch is Marius.

"Lord Lord, my name is Duran." The guard led the way, suddenly introduced himself, and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty came to Astarte to recruit Ultramarines?"

Ren was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that even Marius' symbiote was tempted.

How would Marius feel if he found out?

The connection between the primarch and the symbiote can be released, but it requires the consent of the primarch. After the release, the symbiote loses its power boost and returns to its original form.

"I have this plan." Ren nodded slightly, "but this requires the approval of the patriarch, and it has not yet been determined."

The barbarian guard's eyes brightened at first, then dimmed.

He was silent for a while, until he got on the giant rock platform and walked on the square in front of the temple, and then said in a faint voice: "The patriarch was in the temple last night."

Ren remembered this Macragge named Duran, and his face remained calm.

The appearance of the Temple of Astarte is very magnificent. Twenty huge stone pillars support the white dome. A high tower uses the dome as its base, and it goes straight into the sky.

Under each stone pillar, there are elite barbarian warriors guarding.

They were wearing metal armors, the best equipment among the Maggrag tribes. When they saw Ren coming, they all cast a surprised look at him.

Duran took Ren up the steps, stopped at the entrance of the temple, and shouted loudly, "Patriarch, Lord Lord is here."

"Invite him in." An echoing voice came out, it was Marius.

"My lord, please."

Ren didn't go in right away. He stood outside the open temple door and looked inside. He was blocked by a stone wall carved with reliefs, so he couldn't see the interior.

However, his intuition told him that this temple was not simple.

The whole temple seems to be enveloped by an indescribable power, and even with the dual effects of the will of truth and the key to the door, it is impossible to see through this power.

Ren rarely encounters such a situation, usually the target's power level is much higher than himself.

However, he did not perceive the danger approaching, and this power was not hostile.

The Eye of Soul observed Dulan and the barbarian guards at the temple gate again. Their emotions were normal. They were mixed with curiosity, surprise, and yearning, but they didn't have the slightest malice.

If there are traps in the temple, they should be very clear.

Marius was resistant to his arrival, but he was far from reaching the point where he wanted to attack him. At most, he refused and was expelled from the city.

Ren clarified his thoughts and walked into the temple alone under the eyes of the Macragge.

Going around the relief stone carvings that blocked the front, like a wall, looking up, a spacious and bright space is displayed in front of you.

The interior of the temple is in the shape of a cuboid, and the dome with a height of more than 20 meters feels very empty. The ground and walls are made of flat rocks, almost empty.

Only at the other end, directly opposite the entrance, is a throne carved from a single block of boulder.

The stone throne is four or five meters high, with clear edges and corners, and the craftsmanship is extremely exquisite.

The giant wore golden armor but no helmet. His face was simple and handsome, like the temperament printed on gold coins. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be in a deep sleep when he sat there. There was no blood on his face, and he didn't look like a living thing. His hands were folded, and he wore metal gloves on the hilt of a giant sword over two meters. The giant sword was inserted in front of the throne, between his feet, with a natural and lifelike expression.

At first glance, this is a statue produced by the most superb master carver.

An aura of majesty emanated from the statue, filling the interior of the temple, and people couldn't help but worship him.

However, Ren can see the truth that ordinary people can't see.

With just one glance, his soul was trembling, and cold sweat poured down his back. If it wasn't for the protection of the will of truth, his legs would have weakened and he would have fallen to his knees.

"Fuck!"

This is not a **** statue at all, but the real body of a god!

Ren was caught off guard.

He came to Astarte only to recruit Ultramarines. At most, he had a dispute with the patriarch Marius. He could talk or fight, but he bumped into a god, and it was not an avatar, but a real body...

Ren didn't know what other people looked like when they saw the statue, but in his eyes, the giant on the throne was like a sun, and every ray of light emitted was divine power, which made his heart tremble. The eyes were stimulated, the brain shut down for a few seconds, and the tears flowed down.

At this moment, the illusion on the surface of the idol faded.

Ren vaguely saw a terrifying wound on the god's neck. It seemed to be penetrated by a sharp weapon, and black blood flowed out. The divine power kept repairing the wound, but it couldn't heal.

This injury was far more serious than it appeared on the surface, leaving the **** in a coma.

The throne under him is not mortal.

Ren looked away and found that the space where the throne was located was still, and the energy of time and space was frozen, which not only covered up the terrifying aura of the gods, but also stopped time, leaving him always in critical condition, neither recovering nor immedi- ately. fall.

He had already guessed the identity of the god.

The former God of Loyalty and Glory has now lost his honorary title, and his official name has been changed to Gilman, the God of Loyalty!

Under the throne, Marius was half-kneeling there, bowing his head in prayer.

Ren took a deep breath and walked over.

Just approaching Marius, the barbarian patriarch stood up, looked back at Ren, and said with a serious expression, "I agree with you to recruit Ultramarines in Astartes."

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