Warhammer Throne

In late November 2512 of the Imperial Calendar, the Old World, the Roof of the World Mountains, the East of the Gate of Titan, Bafeng Mountain, and the Stream Post.

Since the arrival of the wood elves, the expeditionary army has received sufficient supplies and the capital that has been consumed. However, the expeditionary army is not eager to launch a general offensive. The stronghold near the skin conducts precise strikes.

Despite this, the expeditionary army, without knowing it, missed Skarsnick’s offensive opportunity not in Bafeng Mountain. They were always waiting.

Waiting for Ryan's breakthrough.

This knight king 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 are 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 on the plateau and in the tunnel. In the eyes of the woodland lords headed by Alalos, the role of the dwarf was 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 use the wood elves’ flexibility and excellent long-range firepower suppression at all, and Bellegar stubbornly believes It is necessary to wait for Lion to successfully attack the high ranks of the sanctuary before launching the general attack. This made the original plan to leave Lion and become the coalition coach by himself, do a big job, regain Bafeng Mountain, retrieve the fairy treasures, embark on the pinnacle of life, and marry the Bai Fumei Aralos felt very upset. In Aralos's view, since Ryan was not there, he should be the coach. As a result, the dwarf Bellegar just disagreed, and the dwarf was really stubborn.

This made the acting coach Kalad and Veronica, who was responsible for coordinating various parts of the relationship, bothered their brains, especially Veronica, who had always been exquisite 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 method, each fighting its own way. The army of knights separated the camps of the dwarves and the wood elves, and never combined the elves and the dwarves when they attacked actively.

Fortunately, Ryan is barely regarded as a "useful monkey" for the wood elves. Alalos did not try to pick things up except occasionally complaining, but there is still a slight friction between the wood elves and the dwarves. Now it looks like this fragile alliance. Not long enough, the elves and dwarves complained about each other more and more, and the knight masters were not good at being peacemakers.

The only hope is that Ryan will be able to unite the entire coalition with his unique skills and strength.

Now, everyone is waiting for Ryan to appear.

Inside a cold and quiet mansion, the dark elf stood by the door, while Ryan was sitting on a stone stool in the hall of the mansion.

Half of his body was enveloped by platinum flames and lightning, while the other half of his body was surrounded by a gloomy breath.

The Grey Knight Gene Primarch felt his own armor, his own sword, his own warhammer, and his own soul constantly making noises. This noise filled his ears and made him irritable. Ryan was trying to break through the high-level sanctuary. The body can feel that his power is becoming stronger and stronger. A certain terrible psychic storm and subspace vortex are condensing on the basis of Ryan’s own ontology. He is trying to break through everything. All these are the shackles that hinder advancement, but also It is also something that protects him.

Now, Ryan wants 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 buttocks has been scorched black. The dark magic barrier raised by Olica seems to be still useful at the moment. , 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 height of the original body is close to 1.95 meters. The longer he grows and the taller he is, his body is also Changes are taking place. His internal organs are gradually changing. He finds that he can control the speed of his heart. If there is no fighting, he can make it beat slower and take more rest. If he is in fierce fighting, he You can make his heart beat faster, as long as he wants.

His lung capacity has been greatly strengthened. Ryan’s body is full of psychic torrents. 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.

There is nothing curious about this. Every original body has a different body composition. Each of them has one or two organs that have never been seen before. Some original bodies, such as Magnus, do not have a drop of blood in their blood vessels. Some are just endless torrents of witchcraft, so Ryan is not surprised by this situation. He has always been prepared and understood about his own specialties. For example, something displayed in Ryan is silver shining. , Is an excellent supply and magic replenisher for the caster, which makes him unique.

The original body has a faint premonition. The stronger his power, the closer he will be to a certain origin and truth. Something is calling for his return. The voice is 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 hopes, someone is willing to give him 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.

That voice was leading him to ask, what is the raw material of the original body? What technology did the emperor use to create the original body? What is the nature of subspace?

"You have nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape."

"You have been betrayed by your relatives. Even the land under your feet has planted the seeds of destruction!"

"Resistance is meaningless. Our messengers will open up a new era! Bring true civilization and believe in us to get everything."

Ryan knew very well that curiosity would destroy everything. The Primarch had forcibly resisted not touching the door with the supreme will, but his inadvertent gaze towards the crack of the door had caused evil results. Now, several gentle or violent ones 'S voice whispered in his ear.

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

"Your struggle... just 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 beginning to end, everything is doomed. Everything will usher in annihilation, and you will join us."

"Enough!" The Primal Gray Knight said sharply. He shook his head vigorously, trying to get these sounds out of his mind, but these sounds were like a worm burrowing into the skull, lingering, he thought hard. Concentrate on breaking through obstacles, but the noise keeps on.

"Molecchi is where we trade."

"Davin, this is where we get paid."

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

"No, never!" Ryan fought against the voice in vain. He increased his strength. After insisting on it for more than half an hour, the voice finally faded away in his mind, with some sighs. Laughter.

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

"I'm not anyone's slave." The Primal Gray Knight whispered in a chaotic subspace, surrounded by unnatural light and shadow and dirty vortices turning back and forth: "Never, even if it is my father, I will It's just his son, not his tool man."

"But without him, you would be nothing, Ryan Makado." At this moment, within Ryan's sea of ​​consciousness, a black cloak and robe, rickety, described as a withered, gray-haired old man. Appearing behind Ryan, there was a certain indifference, cynicism, and numbness in his voice: "When he gave you this surname, you were destined to be his most cherished and indispensable son."

"It's you." Ryan turned around, and he looked at the kind old man. He was holding a golden winged eagle psionic cane. On the cane was burning platinum and golden flames. It was raging 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 am just a memory, a ghost, a predetermined counter-line machine, or an illusion." The kind old man looked at Ryan, his eyes with a sense of accomplishment and Pride is like a craftsman looking at his most proud work in his life: "I have little power left, but I still want to remind you that this knowledge is not something you should master now, and you have not mastered them well. One day, your father will tell you these things...but not now, I can’t watch you repeat the mistakes we made once."

"It has always been like this, I can feel it, he... his father has been hiding something." Ryan sighed, the original body no longer entangled that, his mind was extremely firm: "But anyway, I miss me Knowing your existence, I just hate that there is something hidden in my soul."

"What you said is true." The old man nodded, his face was full of wrinkles, only some kind of strange instrument was on his neck, and the cable was exposed: "I once had a similar conversation with Roger, but you Unlike him, he is just an exquisite and efficient glove... said that construction workers are also good, but you are completely different."

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

"Do what you should do, and guard this vital world with your brothers." The old man finally said: "Keep curious, but don't be too curious, stay smart, but don't be too smart, stay sensible , But don’t be too sensible."

"It's all nonsense." Ryan retorted.

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

"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 also proud of you... the palmprinter!"

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

In the flames and flames, Ryan broke through the middle of the sanctuary, the advanced 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 takes time to digest.

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

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

"Skarsnick seems to be preparing for a decisive battle with us. It is gathering all its forces." Olica 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 well, it seems that the plan has succeeded." Ryan's eyes narrowed, and he held the hilt of the Nemesis: "Notify everyone that we will come to the big account for a meeting at noon tomorrow! The time has come, and we are also preparing for a decisive battle!"

"Yes!"