Chapter 767, Sanctuary Senior and Handprinter

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

Since the arrival of the wood elves, the expeditionary army has received sufficient supplies and has the capital to spend, but the expeditionary army is not in a hurry to launch a general attack. They seem to be waiting for something, but they just keep sending small groups of troops to attack the green Precise strikes against strongholds near the skin.

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

Waiting for Ryan's breakthrough.

This king of knights is attacking the high ranks of the sanctuary.

The dwarves and the wood elves dislike each other. Bellegar always yells that the pointed ears are a group of sand sculptures. The wood elves don't want to cooperate with the dwarf army at all. These pointy-eared people are extremely proud, and they refuse to accept any guidance on how to fight on the plateau or in the tunnel. In the eyes of the woodland lords headed by Alaros, the role of the short pile is to lead the way.

The wood elves also think that these dwarves are a group of sand sculptures. Bellegar is best at fighting frontal and positional warfare. He doesn't know how to make use of the wood elves' flexibility and excellent long-range fire suppression, and Bellegar stubbornly believes that It is necessary to wait until Ryan succeeds in attacking the high level of the sanctuary before launching a general attack. This made the original plan to leave Ryan alone and become the commander of the coalition army. He will work hard to recover Bafeng Mountain, get back the elf treasures, reach the pinnacle of life, and marry Bai Fumei ( Alaros (referring to Lilith) was very unhappy. In Alaros' view, since Ryan was not there, he should be the coach. As a result, the short guy Bellegar didn't 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, very troublesome. I really don't know how to deal with it.

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

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

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

Now,

Everyone is waiting for Ryan to appear.

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

Half of his body was shrouded in platinum flames and lightning, while the other half of his body was surrounded by a cloud of gray aura.

The Primarch of the Gray Knight felt his armor, his sword, his warhammer and his soul constantly making noises, which filled his ears and made him irritated. Ryan was trying to break through the high level of the sanctuary. The body can feel that his power is getting stronger and stronger, some kind of terrible spiritual energy storm and subspace vortex are condensing on the basis of Ryan's own body, and he is trying to break through everything. It was also something that protected him.

Now Ryan is going to break through it!

Platinum-golden flames and lightning have burned everything in the house except for the stones. Even the stone seat under Ryan's buttocks has been scorched black. The dark magic barrier that Orika raised seems to be still useful. , but it is also undergoing severe tests.

Ryan found that he was gradually growing taller. He was only 1.85 meters tall when he set off from Nord, but now, the original body is close to 1.95 meters tall. He grew taller and taller, and his body also Changes are taking place, his internal organs are gradually changing, he finds that he can control the beating speed of his heart, if there is no fight, he can make it beat slower and rest more, if he is in a fierce battle, he can control the beating speed of his heart. Can make his heart beat as fast as he wants.

His lung capacity has been greatly enhanced, Ryan's body is filled with a torrent of psionic energy, his power flows 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.

It's nothing fancy, every Primarch's body composition is different, each of them has one or two organs that have never been seen before, some Primarchs, such as Magnus, don't have a drop of blood in their blood vessels, There is only an endless torrent of witchcraft, so Ryan is not surprised by this situation. He has always been prepared and aware of his special, for example, something that is displayed here by Ryan is silver and luminous , is an excellent supplement and mana supplement for spellcasters, which makes him stand out from the crowd.

The Primarch had a vague premonition that the stronger his power, the closer he would be to a certain source and truth. Something was calling for his return. The voice was gentle and full of temptation. During the breakthrough process, Ryan is touching his essence, and a treasure house of knowledge is opening the door to him... As long as he wants, 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 far more terrifying, more sublime.

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

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

"You have betrayed all relatives. Even the ground under your feet has planted the seeds of destruction!"

"Resistance is meaningless, our messengers will usher in a new era! Bring true civilization, believe in us, and you will get everything."

Ryan knew very well that curiosity would destroy everything. The Primarch refrained from touching the door with supreme willpower, but his inadvertent gaze at the crack of the door had already caused bad results. Now, several gentle or violent The voice whispered in his ear.

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

"Your struggle...is futile."

"Your souls are our most delicious food."

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

"That guy is stupid and self-righteous. He thinks he can threaten our real plan, but from the beginning to the end, everything is already doomed. Everything will be annihilated, and you will join us."

"Enough!" the Gray Knight Primarch said sharply. He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake these voices out of his mind, but these voices lingered like worms into his skull, and he tried hard to think Concentrate on breaking through the barriers, but the noise doesn't stop.

"Moleki, this is where we trade."

"Davin, this is where we ask for payment."

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

"No, never!" Ryan fought against the voice in vain, he increased his strength, and after persisting for more than half an hour, the voice finally gradually faded away in his mind, with some sighs laughter.

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

"I am no one's slave." The Gray Knight Primarch whispered in a chaotic subspace, surrounded by unnatural lights and shadows and dirty vortexes turning back and forth: "Never, even if it is Father, I am Just his son, not his tool man."

"But without him, you're nothing, Ryan Malcador." At this moment, in Ryan's sea of ​​consciousness, there was a stooped, haggard, gray-haired old man wearing a black cloak and robes Appearing behind Ryan, his voice was indifferent, cynical, and insensitive: "When he gave you this surname, you were destined to be his most cherished and most indispensable son."

"It's you." Ryan turned around, and he looked at this kind old man. He was holding a golden winged eagle psychic cane, on which a platinum flame was burning more violently than ever. combustion.

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

"Is it me? Maybe it used to be, but now I'm just a memory, a ghost, a predetermined dialogue machine, or a hallucination." The kind old man looked at Ryan with a sense of accomplishment and a sense of accomplishment in his eyes. A sense of pride, like a craftsman looking at his most proud work in his life: "My strength is running out, but I still want to remind you that these knowledge are not what you should master now, you have not mastered them well yet One day, your father will tell you these things...but not now, I can't watch you repeat the mistakes we made once."

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

"What you said is true." The old man nodded, his face was wrinkled, only some kind of strange instrument was installed around his neck, and the cable was exposed: "I had a similar conversation with Rogge, but you Unlike him, he is just a beautiful and efficient glove...you can also say a construction worker, but you are completely different."

"So what should I do?" Ryan asked suspiciously. He found that the figure of the old man had gradually blurred, leaving only an outline.

"Do what you have to do, and together with your brothers, protect this vital world." The old man finally said: "Keep curious, but not too curious, stay smart, but not too smart, stay sensible , but don't be too sensible."

"It's all nonsense," Ryan retorted.

"But it will be useful to you." The figure of the old man finally disappeared: "Let's start, the whispers of the dark gods will never affect you again."

"Maybe we'll meet again, maybe not, but I'll always be proud of you, Ryan Malcado."

The old man disappeared.

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

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

In the flames and flames, Ryan broke through the mid-level of the sanctuary and advanced to the high-level of the sanctuary. He could feel that his strength was more than half stronger than before, but apart from his wrist strength, where did he become stronger? It still takes time to digest.

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

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

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

"Very good, it seems that the plan has succeeded." Ryan focused his eyes, and he held the hilt of Nemesis: "Inform everyone, come to the big tent for a meeting at noon tomorrow! The time has come, and we are also going to prepare for a decisive battle!"

"yes!"