That night, Astart held a grand dinner.

The Makurages brought out the best things to entertain distinguished guests from afar.

The barbarians do not produce, and there is also a lack of an environment for growing crops on the plateau. They hunt for a living. The food is mainly meat, barbecue, fried and smoked, full of original flavor, and accompanied by homemade fruit wine, which has a unique flavor.

Rennes had known that the conditions were difficult, so he prepared more than a dozen boxes of good spirits on the airship.

The rich aroma of wine emanated, arousing the greed of many barbarians. When they drank the fine wine from the empire, their eyes lit up and their expressions were intoxicated.

At the banquet, Sikalius held a wine glass while showing off his experience in the empire.

"Himmer... brothers, it's not me who brags with you. I have to drink three or four pots every day in Glamorgan, which is nothing..."

"Drinking is not worth mentioning, you will have a chance in the future anyway."

Sikalius said shakingly: "That time we were in Vizeland... Do you know about Vizeland? It's just a floating city, the whole city is flying in the sky, belonging to a great holy soul wizard, the boss's teacher..." Computer terminal::/

"There are so many undead, at least tens of thousands, and they are rushing over like sea water and surrounding us..."

"Gilman is here, I have never seen so many monsters in my life."

"I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. My legs almost frightened at that time! Fortunately, we have the Rambo gun invented by our boss!"

Sikalius grabbed the machine gun, held it high, and appeared in front of the tribesmen.

"It is not the most powerful weapon in the world, but it must be the most suitable weapon for us Makuragians! With it, our thirteen brothers and the boss blocked the army of tens of thousands of undead for a full half an hour..."

"The monster's corpses piled up as tall as a house!"

"Otto and I were promoted to legend in that battle. Hehe, you have to believe me. As long as you have tried the Lanqing Gun, you will never let go. The Javelin is not worthy of carrying shoes. I haven't thrown a javelin for months."

"I now have a fire dragon again. I rode it to the sky and gave me enough bullets to destroy the Logosh tribe alone!"

Sikalius's eloquence is average, but it is better because of the true story, and the rhythm of the story is ups and downs, which is fascinating.

In addition to fighting, he also had his life in Modu.

Especially after following Rennes, the monthly salary is more than 200 gold shields, eating delicacies, living in a vast castle, using the best equipment, having servants to serve their daily life every day, and training in a fully equipped martial arts training ground. Their strength is getting stronger day by day, and they are promoted to legend in a few months!

Other extreme warriors echoed from time to time, proving that what Sikalius said was true.

The Makurag people present were so excited that they heard it.

They frequently peeked at Rennes. If Marius hadn't been present, they would have wanted to pounce on him and immediately swear to join the ranks of the Extreme Warriors.

Renne smiled without saying a word.

As his first symbiosis, Sikalius was the most loyal and spared no effort to recruit tribe members, but his behavior was probably a completely opposite image in Marius's eyes.

He glanced at the main seat, Marius's eyes were gloomy, and he buried his head in a silence without saying a word.

The soul color of this legendary barbarian keeps changing, and I don’t know what he is thinking.

After the banquet, Renne returned to the residence arranged by Marius, on the fourth floor of the city.

The height here is second only to the Temple of Astat. It is a spacious house made of rocks. After years of vicissitudes and trimmings by generations of Makuragians, there are few traces left by the original founder Dwarves.

The stone house is in a simplified condition and cannot be compared with Rennes' castle, but it is a rare safe place to live on the plateau.

Yisu came out of the shadow plane and looked at it, turned around and returned to the airship.

No words all night.

The next morning, Rennes was still used to getting up and meditating. After eating the barbarian breakfast, a guard next to Marius came in.

"Lord, the clan leader invites you to the temple to meet you." The guard said respectfully.

"good."

Renn looked at the guard, with a strong figure and a strong muscle. He was carrying a heavy sword of essence and iron. He was a high-level barbarian warrior. However, the Eye of the Soul saw that his Primarch symbiosis talent had been used.

As expected, the primordial body of the guard was Marius.

"Lord, my name is Dulan." The guard led the way in front, suddenly introduced himself and asked in a low voice: "Does he want to recruit extreme warriors when he came to Astat?"

Renne was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that even the symbiosis of Marius was moved.

What would Marius feel if he knew?

The connection between the primordial and the symbiotic can be resolved, but the consent of the primordial is required. After the sanction, the symbiotic loses its strength and returns to its original form.

"I have this plan." Ren nodded slightly, "but this requires the consent of the patriarch, and it has not been confirmed yet."

The barbarian guards' eyes were lit first, and then dimmed.

He was silent for a while until he climbed the giant rock platform and walked on the square before the temple, and said in an inauspicious voice: "The patriarch has been in the temple last night."

Renn remembered this Makurager named Duran, with a calm expression on his face.

The appearance of the Astate Temple is very magnificent, with twenty huge stone pillars supporting the white dome, and a tall tower uses the dome as the base, penetrates directly into the sky.

Under each stone pillar, there are elite barbarian warriors guarding it.

They were wearing metal armor, the best equipped among the Margrag tribe. When they saw Renn coming, they all cast amazement eyes at him.

Duran took Renn up the steps, stopped at the entrance of the temple, and shouted loudly: "Captain, Lord Lord has arrived."

"Please come in." A voice with an echo came out, it was Marius.

"Lord, please."

Renn did not go in immediately. He stood outside the open temple door and looked inside. He was blocked by a stone wall carved with reliefs, unable to see the scene inside.

However, intuition told him that this temple was not simple.

The entire temple seemed to be shrouded in an indescribable force. Even with the dual effects of the will of truth and the key to the door, it was impossible to see through this power.

Rennes rarely encounters such a situation, and generally the power level of the target is much higher than that of himself.

However, he did not notice the danger approaching, and the power was not hostile.

The Eye of Soul observed Dulan again and the barbarian guards at the entrance of the temple. Their emotions were normal, curious, surprised, and yearning to be mixed together, but there was no malice at all.

If there are traps in the temple, they should be very clear.

Marius was resistant to his arrival, but he was far from the point of attacking him. At most, he would refuse and expel him from the city.

Rennes clarified his thoughts and walked into the temple alone under the eyes of the Makuragians.

Bypassing the relief stone carvings blocking directly in front of you, like a screen wall, looking up, the spacious and bright space is displayed in front of you.

The temple is in a rectangular shape, and the dome is more than 20 meters high, which makes people feel very empty. The ground and walls are made of flat rocks, almost empty.

Only at the other end facing the entrance, there is a throne carved from a whole huge stone.

The stone throne is four or five meters high, with clear edges and extremely exquisite craftsmanship. It is not like a mortal can make it, and there is a giant sitting on it.

The giant was wearing golden armor, but had no helmet, with a simple and handsome face, like the temperament printed on gold coins, his eyes were closed, and he sat there as if he was asleep, with no blood on his face, nor was he like a living thing. His hands were overlapping, and he wore metal gloves, and he was placed on the hilt of a giant sword more than two meters. The giant sword was inserted before the throne, between his feet, with a natural expression and lifelike appearance.

At first glance, this is a statue produced by the most superb sculpture master.

A majestic aura emanated from the statue, filling the interior of the temple, making people worship Him.

However, Renn was able to see the truth that ordinary people could not see.

Just a glance, his soul was trembling, and cold sweat was flowing behind him. If it were not for the protection of the will of truth, he would have fallen down on his knees.

"Damn!"

This is not a god's image at all, but the true body of a god!

Rennes was caught off guard.

He came to Astart just to recruit extreme warriors. At most, he had a dispute with the patriarch Marius, and could be negotiated or fought. He actually encountered a god, and it was not an incarnation, but a real body...

Rennes didn't know what others looked like when they saw the statue of God, but in his eyes, the giant on the throne was like a sun, every ray of light emitted by him was divine power, which made his heart tremble and his eyes irritated. His brain was stunned for a few seconds, and tears flowed down.

At this moment, the illusion on the surface of the statue faded away.

Renn vaguely saw a terrifying wound on the god's neck, which seemed to be penetrated by a sharp weapon, and black blood flowed out. The divine power kept repairing the wound, but it could not be cured.

The injury is far more serious than it seems on the surface, leaving the gods in a coma.

The throne under Him is not an ordinary person.

Renn moved his eyes away and found that the space where the throne was located was still, and the energy of time and space was frozen, which not only covered the terrible aura of the gods, but also made time stop, leaving him in danger, unable to recover, nor fell immediately.

He had guessed the identity of the god.

The former God of Loyalty and Glory has now lost its glory priesthood and has officially changed its name to the God of Loyalty!

Under the throne, Marius half-kneeled there and bowed his head to pray.

Renne took a deep breath and walked over.
Chapter completed!