That evening, Astarte held a grand dinner.

The people of Makulag brought out the best things to entertain distinguished guests from afar.

The barbarians did not produce, and there was a lack of environment for growing crops on the plateau, so they hunted for a living, and their food was mainly meat, barbecued and smoked, full of original flavor, and paired with home-brewed fruit wine, which had a unique flavor.

Wren had long known that the conditions were difficult, so he prepared more than a dozen cases of fine spirits on the airship.

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

At the banquet, Sicarius holds a wine glass while showing off his imperial experience.

"Hiccup...... Brothers, it's not me bragging to you, I drink three or four jugs of wine like this in Glamorgan every day, it's nothing at all......"

"It's not worth talking about drinking, but you'll have a chance in the future. ”

Sicarius staggered and said, "We were in Wezeland that time...... Do you know that Wezeland is a floating city, and the whole city flies in the sky, belonging to a great Holy Soul Wizard, the boss's teacher......"

"Many, many undead, at least a hundred thousand, came like the sea and surrounded us all......"

"Gilliman, I've never seen so many monsters in my life. ”

"I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes, my legs were almost scared at the time! Luckily, we have the Rambo gun invented by the boss!"

Sicarius grabbed the machine gun, raised it high, and appeared before the eyes of his people.

"It's not the most powerful weapon in the world, but it must be the most suitable weapon for us Macurags! With it, our thirteen brothers plus the boss blocked the army of tens of thousands of undead for half an hour......

"The corpses of monsters are piled up as tall as a house!"

"Otto and I were promoted to legends in that battle, hehe, you have to believe me, as long as you try the Lanqing Spear, you will definitely not want to let go again, the javelin is not worthy of lifting its shoes, I haven't thrown a javelin in months. ”

"I now have the Fire Dragon again, ride it into the sky, give me enough bullets, and one person can wipe out the Logosh tribe!"

Sicarius's eloquence is average, but the story is true, and the rhythm of the story is up and down, which is fascinating.

In addition to the fighting, there is also his life in Mordo.

Especially after following Rennes, the salary is more than two hundred gold dong per month, eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, living in a huge castle, using the best equipment, having servants to serve and living every day, exercising in the well-equipped martial arts training ground, and the strength is getting stronger day by day, and he will be promoted to a legend in a few months!

From time to time, other Ultramarines chimed in, proving that what Sicarius said was true.

The Makulag people present listened with great interest.

They peeked at Wren frequently, and if it weren't for Marius's presence, they would have been eager to pounce and immediately swear to join the ranks of the Ultramarines.

Wren smiled but didn't say anything.

As his first symbiote, Sicarius was the most loyal and spared no effort to recruit his people, but his behavior may be the complete opposite in the eyes of Marius.

He glanced at the main seat, and Marius's eyes were gloomy, and he was drinking without saying a word.

The color of the legendary barbarian's soul was constantly changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After the feast, Wren returned to Marius' arranged quarters, on the fourth floor of the city.

Second only to the Temple of Astarte in height, a large house made entirely of rock, it has been repaired by generations of Makulags over the years, and there are not many traces left by the dwarves of its original founder.

The stone houses are in humble condition, not comparable to the castles of Rennes, but they are a rare safe place to live in the plateau.

Isu came out of the shadow plane to look at it, then turned and returned to the airship.

Nothing was said all night.

The next morning, Wren was still accustomed to getting up to meditate, and after eating the barbecue breakfast brought by the barbarians, one of Marius's guards came in.

"My lord, the patriarch invites you to meet at the temple. The guard said respectfully.

"Good. ”

Wren looked at the guard, who was strong, muscular, and carrying a heavy iron sword, and was a high-ranking barbarian warrior. However, the Soul Eye saw that his Primordial Symbiosis talent had been used.

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

"My lord, my name is Dulan. The guards led the way in front, and suddenly introduced themselves and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to recruit Ultramarines when you come to Astarte?"

Wren was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that even Marius's symbiote was tempted.

How would Marius feel if he found out?

The connection between the original and the symbiote can be dissolved, but the consent of the original is required, and after the dissolution, the symbiote loses its power amplification and returns to its original form.

"That's what I'm going to do. Wren nodded slightly, "However, this requires the consent of His Excellency the Patriarch, and it has not yet been determined." ”

The barbarian guard's eyes lit up and then dimmed.

He was silent for a while, until he climbed the boulder platform and walked in the square in front of the temple, and then said in an inaudible voice, "The patriarch was in the temple last night. ”

Wren remembered the Makulag man named Doran, and his face remained unmoved.

The exterior of the Temple of Astarte is very grand, with twenty huge stone pillars supporting a white dome, and a tall tower with the dome as the base of the tower, reaching into the sky.

Under each stone pillar, it is guarded by elite barbarian warriors.

They were dressed in metal armor, the best equipped of the Magerag tribe, and when they saw Wren coming, they cast surprised glances at him.

Dulan led Wren up the steps, stopped at the door of the temple, and shouted, "Patriarch, Lord Lord has arrived. ”

"Ask him to come in. An echoing voice came out, it was Marius.

"Your Excellency, please. ”

Wren didn't go in right away, he stood outside the open temple door, looking inside, and was blocked by a stone wall carved with reliefs, and he couldn't see the inside.

However, his intuition told him that the temple was not simple.

The entire temple seemed to be enveloped by an ineffable power that could not be seen through even with the dual effects of the Will to Truth and the Key to the Door.

It is very rare for Wren to encounter such a situation, and it is generally the target's strength level that is much higher than his own.

However, he did not perceive the danger approaching, and the force was not hostile.

The Soul Eye observed Dulan again, as well as the barbarian guards at the temple gate, their emotions were normal, curiosity, surprise, and yearning were mixed together, but there was not the slightest malice.

If there were traps in the temple, they should know very well.

Marius was resistant to his arrival, but he was far from the point of attacking him, and at best refused and expelled him from the city.

Wren cleared his mind and walked into the temple alone under the gaze of the Maculags.

Bypassing the relief stone carvings that stand in front of you, you can see a spacious and bright space in front of you.

The interior of the temple is rectangular in shape, and the dome is more than 20 meters high, giving people a very empty feeling, and the ground and walls are made of flat rock, almost empty.

Only at the other end of the entrance, directly opposite the entrance, was a throne carved out of a monolith.

The stone throne was four or five meters high, angular and extremely finely crafted, not like a mortal could make it, and a giant sat on it.

The giant was dressed in golden armor, but without a helmet, and his face was simple and handsome, like that of a gold coin, and his eyes were closed, and he sat there as if he were asleep, and his face was not the slightest color of blood, nor did it look like a living thing. His hands folded, wearing metal gloves, rested on the hilt of a giant sword that was more than two meters long, and the giant sword was stuck in front of the throne, between his feet, and his expression was natural and lifelike.

At first glance, it looks like a statue of a god made by the most skilled master carver.

An aura of majesty emanated from the idol and filled the interior of the temple, making people worship Him.

However, Wren is able to see the truth that ordinary people can't see.

Just at a glance, his soul was trembling, and cold sweat was running down his back, if it weren't for the protection of the will of truth, he would have fallen to his knees with weak legs.

"it!"

It's not a fucking idol at all, it's the real body of a god!

Wren was caught off guard.

He came to Astarte only to recruit ultramarines, at most he had a dispute with the patriarch Marius, he could talk or fight, and he actually ran into a god, and it was not an incarnation, but a real body......

Wren didn't know what it was like for others to see the statue, but in his eyes, the giant on the throne was like a round of sun, and every ray of light emitted was divine power, which made his heart tremble, his eyes were stimulated, his brain was frozen for a few seconds, and tears flowed down.

In this moment, the illusion on the surface of the idol faded.

Wren vaguely saw a terrifying wound on the god's neck, which seemed to be pierced by a sharp weapon, flowing black blood, and the divine power kept repairing the wound, but it could not be healed.

The injury was far more serious than it seemed, leaving the god unconscious.

The throne beneath Him is not mortal.

Wren looked away and found that the space where the throne was located was still, and the energy of time and space froze, not only obscuring the terrifying aura of the gods, but also causing time to stop, leaving him in constant danger, unable to recover, nor falling immediately.

He had already guessed the identity of the gods.

The former god of loyalty and glory has now lost his priesthood of glory and has officially changed his name to Gilleman, the god of loyalty!

Under the throne, Marius knelt there and bowed his head in prayer.

Wren took a deep breath and walked over.

As soon as Marius got closer, the barbarian patriarch stood up, looked back at Wren, and said with a serious expression: "I agree with you to recruit Ultramarines in Astarte. ”