Warhammer Wizard

That night, Astarte held a grand dinner.

The Macragge brought out the best things to entertain their 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 flavors, 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 held a wine glass while showing off his empire's experience.

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

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

Sicarius changed the wind and said staggeringly: "We were in Wezeland that time... Did you know Weizeland? It's a floating city, the whole city is flying in the sky, and it belongs to a great saint. Soul sorcerer, 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 people.

"It's 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 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, living in a huge castle, using the best equipment, there are servants serving daily life, in a 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 Macragg people present were fascinated.

They frequently peeked at Ren, and if it wasn't for Marius, they would have wanted to rush over and immediately swore to join the ranks of the Ultramarines.

Ren smiled without saying a word.

As his first symbiosis, 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 hazy, and he drank the suffocating wine without saying a word.

The color of the 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, after generations of Macragg repairs, the traces left by the original founders of the dwarves are no longer there. too much.

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

Ys came out of the Shadow Plane to take a look, then turned 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, who 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.

As expected, the Primarch of the guards was Marius.

"Lord Lord, my name is Duran." The guard led the way, suddenly introduced himself, and asked in a low voice, "My lord 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 dissolved, 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 consent of the patriarch, and it has not yet been determined."

The barbarian guard's eyes brightened, then dimmed.

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

Ren remembered this Macragge named Duran, his face was calm.

The appearance of the Temple of Astarte is very grand. Twenty huge stone pillars hold up the white dome. A high tower uses the dome as its base and goes straight into the sky.

Under each stone pillar is guarded by elite barbarian warriors.

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

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

"Please come in." An echoing voice came out, it was Marius.

"Lord Lord, please."

Ren didn't go in immediately. He stood outside the open temple door and looked inside. He was blocked by a stone wall carved with reliefs and could not see the interior.

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

The entire temple seemed 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 was 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 the power was not hostile.

The Eye of Soul observed Dulan and the barbarian guards at the entrance of the temple again. Their emotions were normal, with curiosity, surprise, and yearning mixed together, but there was no malice in the slightest.

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 in the eyes of the Macragg people.

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

The interior of the temple is rectangular, and the dome more than 20 meters high feels very empty. The ground and walls are made of flat rocks, and there is almost nothing.

Only at the other end, 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 a gold coin. 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, it appears to be a statue of a deity produced by the most accomplished master carver.

A majestic aura emanated from the statue, filling the interior of the temple, and people couldn't help but bow to him.

However, Ren was able to see the truth that ordinary people could not see.

Just a glance, his soul was trembling, cold sweat dripped from his back, if it wasn't for the protection of the will of truth, he would have fallen to his knees with weak legs.

"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. He actually bumped into a god, and it was not an avatar, but a real body...

Ren doesn't know what other people see the statue of God, but in his eyes, the giant on the throne is like a sun, and every ray of light emanating is divine power, which makes his heart tremble, his eyes are stimulated, and his brain freezes. After a few seconds, 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, which seemed to be penetrated by a sharp weapon, and black blood flowed out. The divine power kept repairing the wound, but it could not be cured.

The injury was far more serious than it appeared~www.wuxiaspot.com~put the **** in a coma.

The throne beneath 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 breath 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 deity.

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!

Beneath the throne, Marius was half-kneeling, 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 ultra fighters in Astartes."