Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

The gray fog dissipated, and when he returned from the mysterious starry sky, the giant Conrad Fischer still kept his kneeling posture and bowed to the icy door of the Church of the Storms.

He was stunned for a moment, looked at the dark door where the rain was lying, and was surprised to see the golden rubbing phantom that appeared out of thin air in the center of his vision. He understood everything.

It's a bit ridiculous, he was willing to give up everything for it, and the Church of Storms, which he regarded as the only salvation, ignored him, but a mysterious Mr. Galaxy gave him hope.

He didn't blame the Church of the Storm's war sacrifice. In that position, he would probably refuse to suddenly start a war with a huge force for a man who had not yet realized his talent.

It's just that from now on, he has no entanglement with the Church of the Storms.

Clenching his fist hard, Conrad stood up resolutely holding his lover's body, and turned away without hesitation.

In the shadows behind a window of the church, the war sacrifice watched Conrad's burly back disappear and let out a long sigh. He was disappointed, he knew very well: The Church of the Storms had lost this brave and unparalleled general.

But he didn't know that Conrad's growth rate would be far beyond his imagination.

After leaving the church, Conrad took his wife's body and came to the small fishing village where he was born and raised again. The once prosperous village is now only scorched black.

Damn pirates destroy everything here.

In the front yard of the house, he buried his wife's body, and then he did something no one could have imagined - he handed a section of the beam of his charred wood house, which was burned to only the frame. Removed.

Completely carbonized black wood chips and pea-sized raindrops fell on Conrad's copper-skinned shoulders, but he didn't notice it.

Looking at the dark pillar with a diameter of more than 30 centimeters in his hand, Conrad's face was full of strangeness.

"How could there be such a coincidence in the world? The most critical material needed to be promoted to a storm-type superhuman is the skull of a deep-sea alien that dared to resist the mighty power of the storm during the Millennium War. But my great-grandfather used a piece of [Nether Narwhal]. A single horn made a beam..."

Due to its age, this dazzling black unicorn has long been integrated with ordinary wooden beams in appearance. In other words, those damn pirates didn't even look up when they entered the house.

"A coincidence? No! Impossible! The great master of the galaxy has already seen through everything!" Conrad's eyes firmed.

At this moment, the storm was violent, the sky and the earth were pitch black, and the twisted thunder snakes in the sky were showing their teeth and claws.

This is the perfect opportunity to hold the promotion ceremony of the superhumans of the Lord of Storms line.

In a dead village, the howling wind and rain seemed to be the unwilling wailing of the dead compatriots.

"Please wait for me!"

Without hesitation, Conrad carried the 15-meter-long exaggerated horn to the highest cliff beside the fishing village.

Facing the magic circle on the rubbing of the extraordinary power of the storm sequence, Conrad used the single horn as a pen to carve this magic circle with 56 runes with his heroic pen, and finally inserted the single horn in the center of the circle.

Conrad ripped open the shirt on his chest, bare his upper body, revealing his strong muscles, and screamed in the sky:

"Storm—"

"Come more violently—"

"I call upon the blood of your stubborn enemy to call you to come—"

Almost at the same time as Conrad's voice fell, the magic circle around him suddenly lit up with a dazzling purple electric light, and the dark clouds above his head rolled in a spiral.

Three seconds later, a cluster of ten meters in width and a total length of more than one thousand meters of lightning pierced through the heavens and the earth, slashing fiercely on the sharp corners of the [Netherworld Narwhal].

The huge Razer kept twisting and twisting, it was both like a boa constrictor strangling its prey, and like a thunder god who was laughing wildly and feasting.

Under the violent lightning strike, the stout unicorn cracked inch by inch.

Within a radius of 100 meters, all the grass instantly turned into coke.

In this case, Conrad, who was holding the 'lightning rod' of the unicorn with both hands, should not be able to please him.

However, the mysterious power of the magic circle protected Conrad's brain and internal organs, and the powerful thunder always gave Conrad the greatest pain and torture.

Raiden is like a blacksmith's hammer and a steel furnace, constantly beating and tempering Conrad's body and soul.

"Ahhhh-"

pain!

It hurts so much!

Conrad didn't let go.

In the storm and thunder and lightning, he laughed wildly, with tears in his laughter: "Storm! You can either destroy me! Or lend me strength! I will use him to destroy any insects that dare to blaspheme the power of the storm—"

The thunder in the sky seemed to never stop, and it fell one after another.

Conrad wasn't dead, instead, dazzling purple streaks began to appear on his bronzed skin. They form mysterious and powerful runes, branded on his skin, bones and even internal organs.

I don't know how long the storm lasted. When the sky became sunny again, there was a burly man on the cliff with wisps of electric light all over his body.

The 15-meter-long horn was gone, replaced by a two-and-a-half-meter spear emitting a dim purple light.

Conrad's thoughts moved, and the spear turned into a ray of electric light within half a second, and then disappeared in his thick right arm.

"I am... successfully promoted to Beyonder?" Looking at his hands with faint electric light flowing through, Conrad was at a loss, and immediately strengthened his beliefs, bowed toward the sky, and said solemnly: "I Lord Galaxy! When Conrad completes his revenge, he will immediately go to my Lord's side and serve him for life."

Here, Mark was at a loss as to what he had done.

When he came out of the magic stick mode, he felt the world turn around in front of him, and the exhaustion poured down like a landslide.

He slept in a drowsy sleep, and when he woke up at dusk, he was surprised to find that the dice had given him a hint.

[Your servant Conrad Fischer was successfully promoted to (Storm Warrior)! 】

The fewer words, the bigger things get.

Mark was stunned and was speechless for a long time.

After all, when he was a master of keyboard reasoning a while ago, he knew about the structure of the Church of the Storms. The new members who have just been promoted to extraordinary are often [Storm Sailors], and better are [Storm Sailors].

Conrad's promotion method is like taking a rocket, and he is a warrior level in the third gear.

According to this strength, it is indispensable to be a charge captain.

One more level up, one can master a lot of storm-type divine arts, step into the battle sacrifice level, and become an uncompromising church backbone.

Mark laughed at himself: "Conrad has been promoted so fast, did he get any protagonist script?"

In fact, Mark was thinking about it.

Since this rubbing came from the Church's Star of Hope, it was originally an enhanced version. It not only contained the most primitive description of the promotion ceremony, but also added the mature experience accumulated by the seniors for thousands of years.

This ceremony has extremely stringent requirements for materials, weather conditions, and the physique of the ascendant.

If the materials for the powerful sea beasts can still be obtained through the power of the church, then the powerful thunderstorms will have to wait. The point is that ordinary people really can't stand such a powerful chain of lightning strikes.

In the past, even with the protection of the magic circle, more than 70% of the people who died in this promotion ceremony were still. The remaining 20% ​​will be scrapped, leaving various permanent disabilities.

There is not one out of ten who truly pass.

Note that this is still based on the premise of strict screening of promotions.

Due to the high mortality rate and disability rate of the traditional promotion ceremony, the Church of the Storms will not use this ceremony unless it is a very good seedling in recent years. Instead, perform the ritual with more controllable, modern industrial shock equipment.

In this way, the promotion rate has increased, but the effect of promotion has been greatly reduced. 99.99% of the believers who are promoted by this ceremony will spend their whole lives, and they will be the life of a miscellaneous soldier.

Of course, Mark didn't know the secrets of the Church of Storms.

This did not prevent him from developing a sense of urgency.

"If the description of the dice is true, then I now have two good helpers, Minnie and Conrad. The only weakness is myself!"

Suddenly he smiled bitterly.

What kind of boss is this?

Thinking again that doing this by himself is like moving all the cheese of the orthodox church, he suddenly felt a little scared.

"I don't know, if they know, what means will be used to clean up me."

The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.

Under the fear, the existence of supernatural power is often regarded as sacred.

Now, he deeply felt the fear brought to him by the divine power.

"You must find your own way as soon as possible."

If he changed his identity, he might have a headache.

Regarding the [abnormal], the biggest problem for ordinary people is the lack of information. When the Orthodox Church teamed up to block the supernatural information, there would be a lack of information, and it would be easy for ordinary people to reduce their dimensionality.

Fortunately, he has a strong cheap grandfather, and at the same time he is studying the subject of mysterious research!

Thinking of this, Mark's mood changed.

Walking out of the house, he greeted the landlady: "I want to eat lobster tonight."

Mrs. Watson is also a part-time cook, in charge of the whole building's meals, which can be paid monthly or extra meals.

After receiving the beautiful green bills, an hour passed, and the cheese-baked lobster according to Mark's request was delivered to the table in his room.

The main course is this, the side dishes are pasta with bolognese sauce, a small plate of broccoli, salad fruit and a bottle of inexpensive red wine, all add up to mark 500 yuan.

Mark studied it, and the consumption power of Liteyuan for the soft sister coins before crossing is probably a little more than one to three. Even though Mark has 20,000 yuan in his pocket now, he still feels a little bit of a pain after eating such a meal.

"However, let's celebrate my first step on the path of transcendence."

Mrs. Watson's cooking skills can't be said to be very good, but in a port city, the seafood is absolutely fresh, which hides the shortcomings of her slightly poor cooking skills.

Mark was quite satisfied with this meal.

Just as he left a mess and wiped his mouth with a napkin, without warning, his empty lobster claws flew up suddenly and caught his neck.

At this moment, Mark was so frightened that his heart stopped...

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