The Sun King's Evidence

In late November 2512 of the Imperial Calendar, in the Old World, the Roof Mountains of the World, the Titan Gate to the east of the Eight Peaks Mountains, the Stream Outpost.

Since the arrival of the wood elves, the expeditionary army has received sufficient supplies and has capital to spend. However, the expeditionary army is not in a hurry to launch a general offensive. They seem to be waiting for something. They just continue to send small groups of troops to attack the green. Perform precise strikes on strongholds near the skin.

Despite this, the expeditionary force unknowingly missed the opportunity to attack when Skarsnik was not on Mount Eight Peaks, and they were always waiting.

Waiting for Ryan's breakthrough.

This Knight King is impacting the high level of the Holy Realm.

The dwarves and wood elves dislike each other. Belegar always complains that Pointed Ears are just a bunch of idiots. The wood elves are not willing to cooperate with the dwarf army at all. Both sides always fight on their own, and sometimes they are accidentally injured from a distance. These pointy-eared people were so proud that they refused to accept any guidance on how to fight on the plateau or in the tunnels. In the eyes of the woodland lords headed by Aralos, the role of dwarfs was just to lead the way.

The wood elves also think that these dwarves are a bunch of idiots. Belegar is best at fighting frontal battles and positional battles. He has no idea how to take advantage of the wood elves' flexibility and excellent long-range fire suppression. Moreover, Belega stubbornly believes that He had to wait until Ryan successfully attacked the high level of the Holy Domain before launching a general attack. This made the original plan to leave Ryan alone and become the commander of the coalition forces. He would fight hard to regain the Bafeng Mountain, get back the elf treasures, reach the pinnacle of life, and marry Bai Fumei ( Araros (referring to Lilith) was very unhappy. In Araros' view, since Ryan was gone, he should be the head coach. However, Belega, a dwarf, just disagreed. The dwarf was really stubborn.

This troubled the acting coach Kalad and Veronica, who was responsible for coordinating the relationship between various departments. Especially Veronica, who had always been well-rounded and knew how to treat guests, faced such an intensified conflict between the dwarves and the wood elves. I really don't know how to deal with it.

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

Fortunately, Lion is still barely a "useful monkey" to the wood elves, and Araloth has not tried to stir up trouble except for occasionally complaining. However, there is still some friction between the wood elves and the dwarves, and now this alliance seems fragile. 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 elf stood at the door, and Ryan was sitting on a stone stool in the hall of the mansion.

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

The Primarch of the Gray Knight felt that his armor, his sword, his warhammer and his soul were constantly making noise. The noise filled his ears and made him irritated. Ryan was trying to break through the high level of the Holy Realm. The original The body can feel that its own power is getting stronger and stronger. Some kind of terrible psychic storm and subspace vortex are condensing based on Ryan's own body. He is trying to break through everything. All these are shackles that hinder advancement, but they are also shackles that hinder advancement. It's also something that protects him.

Now, Ryan is going to break through it!

The white-gold flames and lightning have completely burned everything inside the house except the stones. Even the stone seat under Ryan's butt has been burnt black. The dark magic barrier raised by Orika still seems to be useful. , but it is also undergoing severe tests.

Ryan found that he was gradually growing taller. When he set out from Nord, he was only 1.85 meters tall, but now, the height of the original body is close to 1.95 meters. He is getting taller and taller, and his body is also getting taller. Changes were taking place, and his internal organs were gradually changing. He found that he could control the beating speed of his heart. If there was no battle, he could make it beat slower and rest more. If he was in a fierce battle, he could Can make his heart beat faster if he wishes.

His lung capacity was greatly strengthened. What surged in Ryan's body was a torrent of spiritual energy. His power flowed through his body like warm hot spring water. He could see that his stomach had become transparent. , his organs... have begun to become different from ordinary people.

There is nothing strange about this. The body composition of each Primarch is different. Each of them has one or two organs that have never been seen before. Some Primarchs, such as Magnus, do not have a drop of blood in their blood vessels. There is just an endless torrent of witchcraft, so Ryan is not surprised by this situation. He has always been prepared and understood his own specialness. For example, something shown here by Ryan is silver and glows. , is an excellent supply and magic supplement for spellcasters, which makes him unique.

The original body had a vague premonition that the stronger his power, the closer he would be to a certain origin and truth. Something was calling him to return. The voice was gentle and full of temptation. In the process of breakthrough, Ryan is touching his essence, and a certain treasure house of knowledge is opening the door to him... As long as he wishes, someone is willing to provide him with a free explanation and enlightenment.

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

The voice led 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 subspace?

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

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

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

Ryan knew very well that curiosity would destroy everything. The original body used his supreme will to resist the temptation to touch the door, but his inadvertent glance at the crack in the door had already caused evil consequences. Now, several gentle or violent people The voice whispered in his ear.

"Reshape everything in our name! Witness our greatest creation yet!"

"Your struggle...is in vain."

"Your souls are 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 be annihilated, and you will join us."

"Enough!" the original Gray Knight said sternly. He shook his head vigorously, trying to get these voices out of his mind, but these voices lingered like worms burrowing into his skull. He tried hard to think Concentrate on breaking through the obstacles, but the noise won’t stop.

"Molechi, this is where we trade."

"Davin, this is where we ask for our reward."

"Ultimately, Terra is the battlefield where we end everything."

"No, never!" Ryan fought against the voice in vain. He increased his strength. After persisting for more than half an hour, the voice finally faded away in his mind, with some sadness. laughter.

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

"I am no one's slave." The original Gray Knight whispered in a chaotic subspace. All around him were unnatural lights and shadows and filthy whirlpools that turned back and forth: "Never, even if it is my father, I will Just his son, not his tool."

"But without him, you are nothing, Ryan Malcador." At this time, within Ryan's sea of ​​consciousness, there was a stooped, haggard, white-haired old man wearing a black cloak and robe. Appeared behind Ryan, with a certain coldness, cynicism, and insensitivity in his voice: "When he gave you this surname, you were destined to be his most cherished and most indispensable son."

But when Ryan turned around, the old man's expression gradually became kind. He seemed to be trying hard to maintain his expression, as if he had never been like this before.

"It's you." Ryan looked at the kind old man. He was holding a golden spread-winged eagle psychic cane. The white-gold flame was burning on the cane, burning more fiercely than ever.

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

"Is it me? Maybe it used to be, but now I am just a memory, a ghost, a predetermined dialogue machine, or an illusion." The kind old man looked at Ryan, with a sense of accomplishment and a sense of accomplishment in his eyes. The sense of pride is like a craftsman looking at the most proud work of his life: "I don't have much power left, but I still want to remind you that this knowledge is not something you should master now. You are not ready to master it yet." One day, your 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 that he...father has been hiding something." Ryan sighed. The original body no longer struggled with that. His mind was extremely firm: "But no matter what, I think I I just hate having something inside my soul knowing you exist.”

"What you said is true." The old man nodded. His face was covered with wrinkles. Only some kind of strange instrument was installed on his neck, and the cable was exposed: "I once had a similar conversation with Rogge, but you Unlike him, he is just a beautiful and efficient boxing glove... he can also be said to be a construction worker, but you are completely different."

"So what should I do?" Ryan asked doubtfully. He found that the old man's figure had gradually faded, and only an outline remained.

"Do what you should do, and work with your brothers to protect this important world." The old man finally said: "Stay curious, but don't be too curious, stay smart, but don't be too smart, and stay sensible. , but don’t be too rational.”

"It's all bullshit," Ryan retorted.

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

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

The old man disappeared.

"Thank you..." Ryan murmured to himself: "I am equally proud of you...Palmmaker!"

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

In the firelight and flames, Ryan broke through the intermediate level of the holy realm and advanced to the high level of the holy realm. 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 successfully advancing to the high level of the Holy Domain." The dark elf walked up to Ryan, kissed him on the face, and said sweetly: "You are one step closer to becoming a god."

"Olica, what's going on?" Ryan went in for two or three days. He took the kettle from the dark elf's hand and drank the groundwater mixed with a lot of ice.

"Skarsnik seems to be preparing for a decisive battle with us. It is gathering all its forces." Olica whispered: "Currently, 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 was successful." Ryan's eyes narrowed, and he held the hilt of the Fury's sword: "Notify everyone to come to the big tent for a meeting at noon tomorrow! The time has come, and we must also prepare for a decisive battle!"

"yes!"

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