Proof of the Sun King

Late November 2512 of the Imperial Calendar, Old World, Roof of the World Mountains, East of the Titan Gate, Eight Peaks Mountain, Stream Outpost.

Since the arrival of the wood elves, the expeditionary army has received sufficient supplies and has the capital that has been spent, but the expeditionary army is not in a hurry to launch a general attack, they seem to be waiting for something, just continue to send small units to attack the green. Hits the stronghold near the hide with precision strikes.

Despite this, the expeditionary force missed the opportunity to attack when Skarsnick was not in the Eight Peaks without knowing it, and they were always waiting.

Waiting for Ryan's breakthrough.

This king of knights is attacking the high-ranking sanctuary.

The dwarves and the wood elves disliked each other. Belgar always shouted that the pointed ears were a group of sand sculptures. The wood elves were not willing to cooperate with the dwarf army. These pointed ears were extremely proud, and they refused to accept any guidance on how to fight in the plateau and in the tunnel. In the eyes of the woodland lords headed by Araloth, the role of the short stack was to lead the way.

The wood elves also feel that these dwarves are a group of sand sculptures. Bellegar is best at frontal and positional warfare. He does not know how to use the flexibility of the wood elves and excellent long-range fire suppression, and Bellegar stubbornly believes that It was necessary to wait until Ryan successfully attacked the high-level sanctuary before launching the general attack, which made the original plan to leave Ryan behind and become the commander of the coalition forces. Alaros felt very unhappy. In Alaros' opinion, since Ryan was away, he should be the head coach, but as a result, the dwarf Bellegar did not agree, and the dwarf was really stubborn.

This made the acting coach Callard and Veronica, who was in charge of coordinating the relationship between various departments, hurt their brains, especially Veronica, who had always been well-rounded and knew how to treat guests, faced the intensified contradiction between dwarves and wood elves. I really don't know how to deal with it.

In the end, it was the old way of fighting each other. The army of knights separated the camps of dwarves and wood elves, and never combined elves and dwarves when they took the initiative to attack.

Fortunately, Ryan is still barely a "useful monkey" for the wood elves. Alaros didn't try to pick things up except for occasional complaints, but there was still a slight friction between the wood elves and the dwarves. Now it seems that this fragile alliance It didn't last long, and the elves and dwarves complained more and more about each other, and the knights were not good at being peacemakers.

The only hope is that Ryan can unite the entire coalition with his unique skills and strength.

Now, everyone is waiting for Ryan to appear.

In a cold and quiet mansion, the dark elves stood at the door, while Ryan was sitting on a stone stool in the hall of the mansion.

Half of his body was shrouded in white-gold flames and lightning, while the other half was surrounded by a dark aura.

The Grey Knight Primarch felt the constant noise from his armor, his sword, his warhammer and his soul. The noise filled his ears and made him irritable. Ryan was trying to break through the high-level of the Sanctuary. The body can feel that his power is getting stronger and stronger, and some kind of terrifying psionic storm and warp vortex are condensing on the basis of Ryan's own body, and he is trying to break through everything. It's also something that protects him.

Now, Ryan is going to break through it!

Platinum flames and lightning have burned everything in the house except for the stones, and even the stone seat under Ryan's **** has been charred to black, and the dark magic barrier raised by Orika seems to be still useful. , but it is also undergoing severe tests.

Ryan found that he was gradually growing taller. When he set off from Nord, he was only 1.85 meters tall, but now, the height of the primarch is close to 1.95 meters. He is getting taller and taller, and his body is also In the process of change, his internal organs are gradually changing. He finds that he can control the speed of his heart beat. If there is no battle, he can make it beat slower and rest more. If he is in a fierce battle, he Can make his heart beat faster if he wishes.

His lung capacity has been greatly strengthened, and Ryan's body is full of torrents composed of spiritual energy. His power is flowing in his body like warm hot spring water. He can see that his stomach has become transparent. , his organs... have begun to become different from ordinary people.

This is nothing special. The body composition of each Primarch is different. Each of them has one or two organs that they have never seen before. Some Primarchs, such as Magnus, have not a single drop of blood in their blood vessels. Some are just endless torrents of sorcery, so Ryan is not surprised by this situation, he has always been prepared and aware of his own special, such as something that shows up here in Ryan is that silver will shine , is an excellent supply and magic supplement for spellcasters, which makes him special.

The Primarch had a faint hunch that the stronger his power, the closer he was to a certain source and truth, and that something was calling for his return. The voice was gentle and full of temptation. In the process of breaking through, Ryan is touching his essence, and a treasure house of knowledge is opening its doors to him... As long as he wishes, someone is willing to give him a free explanation and enlightenment.

The faithful son knew that it was not the voice and power of his father, the Emperor, but something more terrifying and supreme.

The voice was leading him to ask, what was the raw material of the primarch? What technology did the Emperor use to create the Primarch? What is the nature of warp space?

"You have nowhere to hide, no way to escape."

"You have betrayed everyone. Even the ground beneath your feet has planted seeds of destruction!"

"There is no point in resisting, our messengers will usher in a new era! Bring true civilization, believe in us, and get everything."

Ryan knew very well that curiosity would destroy everything, and the primarch resisted with supreme will not to touch the door, but his inadvertent gaze at the crack of the door had already caused evil results. Now, several gentle or violent The voice whispered in his ear.

"Reinvent everything in our name! Witness our greatest creation!"

"Your struggles... are in vain."

"Your soul is our most delicious food."

"We are your origin and... your end."

"That guy is stupid and self-righteous, he thought he could threaten our real plan, but from the beginning to the end, everything has been doomed, everything will usher in annihilation, and you, will join us."

"Enough!" The Gray Knight Primarch snapped. He shook his head vigorously, trying to get these sounds out of his mind, but these sounds were like worms burrowing into his brain, and they lingered, he thought hard. Concentrate on breaking through obstacles, but the noise doesn't stop.

"Molech, the place where we trade."

"Davin, this is where we get paid."

"Ultimately, Terra, is the battlefield where we end it all."

"No, never!" Ryan resisted the voice in vain. He increased his strength. After holding on for more than half an hour, the voice finally faded away from his mind, with some sigh of laughter.

Ryan concentrated again, he immersed his soul into his sea of ​​consciousness and the realm of his soul, and tried to break through again.

"I'm not anyone's slave." The Grey Knight Primarch whispered in a chaotic warp, surrounded by unnatural light and shadows and turbulent whirlpools turning back and forth: "Never, even my father, I Just his son, not his tool man."

"But if you don't have him, you are nothing, Ryan Malcador." At this moment, in Ryan's sea of ​​consciousness, a rickety old man wearing a black cloak and robe was described as withered and white-haired. Appearing behind Ryan, there was a certain indifference, cynicism, and insensitivity in his voice: "When he gave you this surname, you were destined to be his most cherished and most indispensable son."

"It's you." Ryan turned around, he looked at the kind old man, he was holding a golden eagle psychic cane, and the white gold flame was burning on the cane, which was raging more violently than any time. combustion.

This flame is exactly the same as Ryan's flame.

"It's me? Maybe it used to be, but now I'm just a memory, a ghost, a predetermined dialogue machine, or an illusion." The kind old man looked at Ryan with a certain sense of accomplishment and Pride is like a craftsman looking at the most proud work of his life: "I have little power left, but I still want to remind you that these knowledge are not what you should master now, and you have not mastered them well. preparations, one day, your royal father will tell you these things...but not now, I can't watch you repeat the mistakes we have made."

"It's always been like this, I can feel it, he... father has been hiding something." Ryan sighed, the primarch no longer bothered about that, his mind was extremely firm: "But anyway, I think I Knowing you exist, I just hate having something hidden in my soul."

"What you said is true." The old man nodded, his face was wrinkled, only with some kind of strange instrument on his neck, the cable was exposed: "I once had a similar conversation with Rogge, but you Unlike him, he's just a beautiful and efficient glove... You can say a builder, and you, it's totally different."

"So what should I do?" Ryan asked suspiciously. He found that the old man's figure had gradually faded, and only a silhouette was left at the beginning.

"Do what you should do~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and protect this vital world with your brothers." The old man finally said: "Stay curious, but not too curious, stay smart, but don't Be too smart, stay sane, but not too sane."

"It's all nonsense." Ryan retorted.

"But it will be very useful to you." The old man's figure finally dispersed: "Go on, the whispers of the dark gods will never affect you again."

"Maybe we'll have another chance to meet, maybe not, but I'll always be proud of you, Ryan Macado."

The old man disappeared.

"Thank you..." Ryan muttered to himself, "I'm also proud of you... Palmer!"

…………I am the dividing line that I will always be proud of you…………

In the fire and flames, Ryan broke through the middle-level sanctuary and advanced to the high-level sanctuary. He could feel that his strength was more than half stronger than before, but in addition to his wrist strength, where did he become stronger? It also takes time to digest.

"Master, congratulations on your successful advancement to the high level of the Sanctuary." The dark elf walked to Ryan, kissed him on the face, and said sweetly, "You are one step closer to becoming a god."

"Olica, what's the matter?" Ryan had been in for two or three days. He took the kettle from the dark elf's hand and gulped down the groundwater mixed with a lot of ice.

"Skarsnik seems to be preparing for a decisive battle with us, and it is gathering all its forces." Olika whispered: "At present, the dwarf and those lonely cousins ​​are still arguing about whether to defend the city or to fight in the field."

"Very good, it seems that the plan was successful." Ryan's eyes narrowed, and he held the hilt of the goddess of nemesis: "Notify everyone, come to the big tent tomorrow at noon for a meeting! The time has come, and we are also preparing for a decisive battle!"

"Yes!"