Chapter 278

That night, the Astartes held a grand dinner.

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

The savages do not do production, and there is no environment for planting crops on the plateau. They hunt for a living, and their food is mainly meat, which is full of original flavors, grilled, fried and smoked.

Ryan knew the conditions were difficult, so he prepared more than a dozen boxes of high-quality spirits on the airship.

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

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

"Hi... Brothers, I'm not bragging to you. I drink three or four jugs of wine like this in Glamorgan every day. It's nothing at all..."

"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... Do you know Wezeland? It is a floating city, the whole city is flying in the sky, and it belongs to a great saint. A soul wizard, that is, the teacher of the boss..."

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

"My lord, I've never seen so many monsters in my life."

"I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. At that time, my legs almost went limp! Fortunately, we have the Rambo gun invented by the boss!"

Sicarius grabbed the machine gun, held it up high, and appeared in front of the eyes of the clansmen.

"It's not the most powerful weapon in the world, but it must be the most suitable weapon for us Macragges! 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 the house!"

"Otto and I were promoted to legend in that battle. Hey, you have to believe me. Once you try the Lanqing Spear, you will never let it go. The javelin is not worthy of its shoes. I haven't thrown it for several months. Passed the javelin."

"Now I have a fire dragon again, ride it into the sky, give me enough bullets, and I can wipe out the Lo'Gosh tribe by myself!"

Sicarius' eloquence is mediocre, but his success lies in the fact that the story is true, and the rhythm of the story has ups and downs, which is fascinating.

Besides fighting, there is also his life in Modu.

Especially after following Ren, the salary alone is more than 200 gold shields per month, eat delicacies from mountains and seas, live in a luxurious and huge castle, use the best equipment, have servants to serve daily life, and live in a well-equipped training ground Training in the field, his strength is getting stronger day by day, and he will be promoted to a legend in a few months!

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

The Macragges present were fascinated by this.

They peeked at Renn frequently. If Marius wasn't there, they would have rushed over and immediately swore to join the ranks of the Ultramarines.

Ren smiled without saying a word.

As his first symbiont, Sicarius was the most loyal and spared no effort in recruiting his tribe. However, in the eyes of Marius, his behavior was probably the complete opposite.

He glanced at the top of the chief seat. Marius had gloomy eyes, and he buried himself in the wine without saying a word.

The soul color of this legendary barbarian 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. It is a large house made entirely of rocks. After thousands of years of vicissitudes, after generations of Macragges, the traces left by the original founder dwarves are gone. too much.

The condition of the stone house was simple and incomparable to that of Rennes' castle, but it was a rare and safe place to live on the plateau.

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

Nothing to say all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Ren was still used to getting up and meditating. After eating the barbecue breakfast brought by the barbarians, a guard next to Marius came in.

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

"good."

Ren looked at the guard. He was strong and muscular. He carried a heavy iron sword on his back. He was a high-level barbarian warrior with impressive strength. However, the eye of the soul saw that his primarch symbiosis talent had already been used.

Unsurprisingly, the guard's Primarch was Marius.

"My lord, my name is Dulan." The guard led the way, suddenly introduced himself, and asked in a low voice, "Does your lord come to Astartes to recruit Ultramarines?"

Ren was a little surprised. He didn't expect that even Marius' symbiont would be tempted.

How would Marius feel if he found out?

The connection between the original body and the symbiont can be broken, but the consent of the original body is required. After the release, the symbiont will lose its power increase and return to its original form.

"I have this plan." Ren nodded slightly, "But this requires the consent of the patriarch, and it has not been confirmed yet."

The barbarian guard's eyes lit up first, then dimmed again.

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

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

The appearance of the Temple of Astarte is very magnificent, with twenty huge stone pillars propping up the white dome, and a tall tower with the dome as the base, reaching straight into the sky.

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

Wearing metal armor, they were the best equipped among the Magrag tribe. When they saw Ren approaching, they cast surprised glances at him.

Dulan took Renn up the steps, stopped at the gate of the temple, and shouted loudly: "Patriarch, the lord has arrived."

"Ask him to come in." An echoing voice came from Marius.

"Lord and servant, please."

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

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

The entire temple seemed to be shrouded in an indescribable power, even with the dual effects of the will to truth and the key of the door, it was impossible to see through this power.

Ren rarely encountered such a situation, and generally the target's power level was much higher than his own.

However, he didn't realize that the danger was approaching, and the force was not hostile.

The eyes of the soul observed Dulan and the barbarian guards at the gate of the temple again. Their emotions were normal, mixed with curiosity, surprise, and yearning, but without the slightest malice.

If there are traps in the temple, they should know it well.

Marius resisted his coming, but it was far from reaching the point where he wanted to attack him. At most, he bluntly refused and expelled from the city.

Ren sorted out his thoughts, and walked into the temple alone under the eyes of the Macragges.

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

The interior of the temple is a cuboid, 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 on the other side facing the entrance, there is a throne carved from a whole huge stone.

The stone throne is four to five meters high, with sharp edges and corners, and the craftsmanship is extremely exquisite. It doesn't seem like it can be made by ordinary people. There is a giant sitting on it.

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

At first glance, it appears to be a statue of a god by the most skilled master carvers.

A majestic aura emanated from the statue, filling the interior of the temple, making people unable to help but worship him.

However, Ryan can see truths that ordinary people cannot see.

With just one glance, his soul was trembling, and cold sweat was streaming down 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!

Ryan was caught off guard.

He came to Astartes just 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 incarnation, 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, his eyes were stimulated, and his brain crashed. After a few seconds, tears flowed down my face.

At this moment, the illusion on the surface of the statue faded away.

Ren vaguely saw a horrible wound on the god's neck, which seemed to be pierced 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, leaving the deity in a coma.

The throne beneath him is nothing.

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 god, but also stopped time, making him always in critical condition, neither recovering nor imminent. fall.

He had already guessed the identity of the god.

The former God of Loyalty and Glory has now lost the priesthood of Glory, and his official name has been changed to Gilliman, the God of Loyalty!

Under the throne, Marius half knelt 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."