The gray mist cleared, and he returned from the mysterious starry sky, and the giant Conrad Fischer remained on his knees, bowing to the icy Storm Church door.

He was stunned for a moment, looked at the dark gate lying in the rain, and looked in amazement at the golden phantom that appeared in the middle of his vision out of thin air, and he understood everything.

It's kind of ridiculous that the Storm Church, for which he willingly gave up everything and was once regarded as his only salvation, ignores him, and instead a mysterious Mr. Galaxy gives him hope.

He didn't blame the Storm Church's War Sacrifice, and if he was in that position, he would probably refuse to suddenly go to war with a huge force for a man who hadn't yet fulfilled his talent.

It's just that from now on, he has no more entanglements with the Storm Church.

With a hard clench of his fist, Conrad stood up resolutely holding the body of his lover, and turned away without hesitation.

In the shadows behind one of the church's windows, the War Priest let out a long sigh as Conrad's burly back vanished. He was stunned, and he knew very well that the Church of Storms had lost this unrivaled general.

But he didn't know that Conrad's growth rate would be far faster than he imagined.

Leaving the church, Conrad took his wife's body and went back to the small fishing village where he was born and raised. The once thriving village is now charred and black.

Damn pirates have ruined everything here.

In the courtyard of the front courtyard of the house, he buried his wife's body, and then did something no one could have imagined - he tore down with his bare hands a section of the beams of his charred wooden house, which had been burned to the ground and only the frame remained.

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

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

"Is there such a coincidence? The most critical material needed to advance to the Storm Transcendent was the skull of a deep-sea beast that dared to resist the power of the Storm during the Millennium War. But my grandfather used a single horn of [Nether Narwhal] to make a beam of the house......"

Due to its age, this originally bright black unicorn has long been integrated with ordinary wooden beams in appearance. Or rather, those damn pirates don't even bring their heads when they enter the house.

"Coincidence? No! No way! The great Galactic Master has long since seen through everything! Conrad's eyes hardened.

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

This is the perfect opportunity to hold the Storm Lord's Transcendent Ascendancy Ceremony.

In a dead village, the sound of the howling wind and rain seems to be the unwilling wail of the dead compatriots.

"Please wait for me!"

Without hesitation, Conrad carried a 15-meter-long exaggerated horn to the highest cliff on the edge of the fishing village.

Facing the circle on the Storm Sequence's transcendent power rubbing, Conrad used a single horn as a pen to carve this magic circle with 56 runes with a heroic pen, and finally inserted a single horn in the center of the array.

Conrad tore off the shirt on his chest, naked, revealing a strong muscle, and raised his head to the sky and roared:

"Storm—"

"Come harder—"

"I call upon your coming, guided by the blood of your stubborn enemy—"

Almost as Conrad's words fell, the circle around him suddenly lit up with a blinding purple electric light, and the dark clouds above him rolled in a spiral.

Three seconds later, a cluster of thunder light with a width of ten meters and a total length of more than a thousand meters pierced the heavens and the earth, slashing fiercely at the sharp horns of the [Nether Narwhal].

The giant razer twisted and writhed, like a python strangling its prey, and like Thor laughing and feasting.

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

Within a radius of 100 meters, all the grass turned into charcoal in an instant.

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

However, the mysterious power of the magic circle protects Conrad's brain and internal organs, and the powerful thunder gives Conrad the maximum pain and torture at all times.

Thunder and lightning are like a blacksmith's hammer and a steel-making furnace, beating and refining Conrad's body and soul.

"Ahhhhh

Pain!

It hurts so much!

Conrad was stunned and didn't let go.

In the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, he laughed wildly, and there were tears in his laughter: "Storm! You're going to destroy me! Or lend me strength! I will use him to destroy any worm that dares to desecrate the power of the storm—"

The thunder in the sky seemed to never stop, and one after another slashed down.

Conrad didn't die, instead, a dazzling purple pattern began to appear on his bronzed skin. They formed mysterious and powerful runes, imprinted on his skin, bones, and even internal organs.

I don't know how long the storm lasted, and when the sky became windy again, there was a burly man with wisps of electric light lingering on the cliff.

The fifteen-meter-long horn was gone, replaced by a two-and-a-half-meter spear that emitted a dim purple light.

Conrad's mind moved, and the spear turned into a ray of lightning in half a second, and then disappeared in his thick right arm.

"I'm ...... Successfully promoted to the extraordinary? Looking at his hands faintly flowing with electric light, Conrad was at first at a loss, and then immediately strengthened his belief, bowed to the sky, and said, "My lord galaxy!" When Conrad completes his revenge, he will immediately go to my lord and serve for the rest of his life. ”

Here, Mark didn't know what he had done.

Coming out of the god stick mode, he felt the world spin in front of him, and exhaustion poured over him like a landslide.

He fell asleep groggily, and when he woke up at dusk, he was shocked to find that the dice had given him a hint.

[Your servant Conrad Fischer has been successfully promoted to (Storm Warrior)!] 】

The fewer words, the bigger the matter.

Mark was dumbfounded, speechless for a long time.

After all, when he was a keyboard reasoning master some time ago, he learned about the structure of the Storm Church. The new members who have just been promoted to the Transcendent are often the [Storm Sailors], and the better ones are the [Storm Sailors].

Conrad's promotion method is like a rocket, and he is a third-tier warrior when he comes up.

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

If you move up one level, you will be able to master a lot of storm-based divine arts, step into the Battle Sacrifice level, and become an out-and-out backbone of the church.

Mark laughed at himself: "Conrad was promoted so quickly, did he take some lead script?" ”

Actually, Mark is thinking about it.

Since this rubbing comes from the Church's Star of Hope, it is originally an enhanced version, which not only has the most primitive description of the promotion ceremony, but also adds the mature experience accumulated by the predecessors for thousands of years.

This ritual has extremely strict requirements for materials, weather conditions, and the physique of the promoted person.

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

In the past, even with the protection of the magic circle, more than seventy percent of the people who died in this kind of promotion ceremony still died. The remaining two-in-ten people will be abolished, leaving with various lifelong disabilities.

There is no one in ten who really passes.

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

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

As a result, the promotion rate has increased, but the promotion effect has been greatly reduced. 99.99% of the believers who are promoted by this ritual will be a miscellaneous soldier for the rest of their lives.

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

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

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

Suddenly smiled bitterly.

What kind of boss is this?

Thinking that he was doing this was tantamount to moving all the cheese of the Orthodox Church, he suddenly became a little afraid.

"I don't know what they would do to clean me up if they knew."

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

Under fear, beings with supernatural powers are often enshrined as sacred.

Now, he was deeply aware of the fear that the divine forces had brought to him.

"We have to find our way as soon as possible."

In a different capacity, he may have a headache.

For the [Anomaly], for the transcendent path, the biggest problem for ordinary people is the lack of information. When the Orthodox Church joins forces to block the information of the transcendent class, it will form an information gap, and it will be easy to reduce the dimension of ordinary people.

Luckily, he has a strong cheap grandfather, and he's studying occult studies!

Thinking of this, Mark's mood changed for the better.

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

Mrs. Watson also works part-time as a cook and is responsible for the food of the entire building, which can be paid monthly or with additional meals.

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

The main course was this, and the accompaniment was spaghetti with bolognese, a small plate of broccoli, plus fruit salad and a bottle of red wine, all of which added up to five hundred marks.

Mark studied it, and the consumption power of Wright Yuan for the soft sister coin before the crossing was about a little more than one to three. Even if Mark has 20,000 yuan in his pocket now, he still feels a little painful eating such a meal.

"But let's celebrate my first step on the path to transcendence."

Mrs. Watson's cooking skills cannot be said to be very good, but in the harbor city, the seafood is absolutely fresh, which disguises the flaw of slightly poor cooking.

Mark ate quite contentedly.

Just as he was leaving a mess and wiping his mouth with a napkin, without warning, his empty lobster tongs flew up abruptly and jammed his neck.

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