Capítulo 903: Chapter 450: Faith Armor, Divine Emissary
But.
Our relationship ends here!”
The slender figure raised a hand, “clang,” as if sothing was thrown from his grasp and fell onto the rotten floor.
“Don’t say I didn’t fulfill any fatherly duties at all. Oh, dammit, my heart is still too soft, far less ruthless than that female Dwarf…
This is truly awful…”
The slender figure cursed as he walked away, disappearing into the night in an instant.
Iris stared blankly at the desolate, empty windowsill, as if unable to determine whether what just happened was reality or rely a fignt of his imagination on a sultry sumr night.
Ronan erged slowly from the darkness in another corner of the cabin, gently picking up a strangely shaped ring from the floor.
“Did it co from here?”
Ronan looked at the ring in his hand, lost in thought.
At this mont, the dazed Iris finally snapped back to reality, his eyes widening as he looked at the Ronan in front of him, unable to hold back a low exclamation: “You again?!”
Ronan casually tossed the ring to him, and Iris fumbled to catch it.
The light dimd again.
….
Thus, Ronan traversed through every fragnt of mory deep within Iris’s consciousness.
He personally witnessed how Iris obtained that set of heavy armor and warhamr from the Golden Ear Goblins’ private treasury, how he beca the King of Barbarian Spirits step by step, and why he harbored such hatred for Wizards…
Ronan appeared in every fragnt of mory, leaving traces of himself in each one, more or less.
Finally.
“That’s about enough…”
Ronan thought, projecting his soul back to his body.
The cold cell of the Frost Leader was still before his eyes, with Iris slumped on the ground, now awake from his coma.
His eyes were fixed on Ronan, his gaze complex beyond description.
After a mont, his dry voice finally erged: “What… did you do to ?”
Ronan didn’t answer, simply speaking calmly: “Now, can it be taken out?”
A trace of struggle appeared on Iris’s face. Knowing that the person before him had tampered with his mories, the false rapport, however, genuinely stemd from a deep-rooted sense of closeness and gratitude, ultimately made him slowly extend his hand.
A dense black light erged from Iris’s palm, within which floated a miniature black armor and an equally small warhamr.
The black light shattered, and the black armor and warhamr fell onto the icy stone floor, emanating an ancient and weighty aura.
Ronan, content with his results, walked forward slowly.
Upon close inspection, the styles of both the heavy armor and warhamr were exceedingly ordinary.
What was extraordinary were the intricate rune formations engraved within the heavy armor, interlocking like gears to form a vast, complex, and precise whole.
Ronan let his spiritual power seep in, carefully traveling along those runes, finally reaching the core of the armor, where he saw an even more intricate and mysterious rune.
This rune gave him a sense of familiarity.
Inspiration flashed through his mind and was instantly captured by Ronan.
“The Ten Ancient Origin Runes?!”
He imdiately imrsed his mind into the consciousness space.
In the void space, twisted Ancient Spirit Text appeared, writhing and rging, ultimately forming three incomplete outlines.
Over the years, Ronan had never stopped piecing together and tracing the “Ten Ancient Origin Runes.”
Out of more than a hundred thousand Ancient Spirit Texts, barely managing to piece together three incomplete shapes of the Ancient Origin Runes.
And now, Ronan could find a slight resemblance in these three not-yet-complete Ancient Origin Runes with the heavy armor core rune.
“Whew—”
Ronan exited the consciousness space, his eyes shining.
“So, the rune legacy of this heavy armor actually originates from the Ten Ancient Origin Runes?”
Ronan reached out to touch the old, coarse texture of the heavy armor, as if admiring a rare precious creation.
After a mont, he turned to look at Iris beside him and spoke in a low voice: “I rember you called it what?
Faith Armor?”
Iris pressed his lips tightly together, saying nothing.
Ronan didn’t mind, having already seen Iris’s mories, he had a rough understanding of the effects and operational principles of this heavy armor.
It relied on absorbing the Power of Faith to enhance the wearer’s strength.
This was why Iris aid to beco the “King of Barbarian Spirits,” gathering a large group of Mixed-blood Elves and Barbarians under his banner.
Just as Ronan had once told Andre, Iris kept organizing “Witch Hunts” not because he was truly arrogant, stupid, and failing to see the potential consequences of such actions, but because he truly wanted to take the place of Andre’s group of mixed-bloods’ deity in their hearts and beco their new object of faith… a “God!”
Because his power stemd from this.
“Just like those few plans based on the Abyss Demon used as blueprints to create a Magic Tool Set, which could absorb opponents’ emotions and convert them into power.
The Power of Faith should also count as a form of emotion…”
“Unlike the Abyss Demon Set, this set is more advanced, with the intention of seizing the authority of ancient deities!”
The gods of the Mythical Era primarily drew their strength from their respective believers, and the rise of the Ancient Wizards, alongside the collapse of faith in gods among all races, contributed to the gods’ eventual withdrawal.
“And the Holy Shrine Power, another form of utilizing the Power of Faith…”
Ronan slowly gripped the black warhamr on the ground, much heavier than he anticipated.
During the era when gods had just retreated, there was a period of deconstructing gods within the Ancient Wizard World.
Many achievents related to gods and faith have been passed down from that ti.
“Could a private treasury of a Golden Ear Goblin have such valuables?
Or…”
Ronan glanced at Iris beside him, saying softly, “He deliberately left these two items for you.”
Iris’s mouth twitched suddenly but ultimately remained silent.
Ronan stood up, speaking indifferently: “Wear it once, I want to see.”
He left his shadow in Iris’s mories, perhaps this trace would be washed away over ti, after all, it wasn’t truly real, but a modification by Ronan, yet at least now, with the inducent and overwhelming pressure of his great spiritual power, Iris couldn’t refuse any of his requests.
Iris gritted his teeth, chanting one ancient and convoluted syllable after another.
Ronan recognized the language was Goblin.
As Iris chanted the spell, the black heavy armor began to glow faintly, then several tentacles stretched out from the chest of the armor like living creatures, plunging fiercely into Iris’s body.
This process seed extrely painful, Iris’s frail and thin body imdiately arched like a shrimp, veins bulging all over.
Yet it also seed sowhat enjoyable, as Ronan noticed Iris’s sweat-drenched face involuntarily carried an expression of ecstasy.
For soone who had suffered greatly from being weak, powerful strength could indeed easily lead them astray.
Ronan stood aside, quietly watching Iris’s body, barely reaching one ter two, quickly swell up after being implanted with the heavy armor’s tentacles, transforming like a balloon into a hulking figure, two ters, nearly three ters tall, in the blink of an eye.
The black heavy armor, seemingly aware, automatically broke apart and then reassembled piece by piece on Iris’s body.
Iris once again beca the arrogant “King of Barbarian Spirits.”
“Huff, huff——”
Iris tried to grasp the warhamr on the ground but found it quite laborious.
Ronan sensed the power emanating from him had severely diminished, barely at Level 3, causing him to involuntarily blink.
“Is it because their faith in you… collapsed?”
Iris glared at him fiercely with reddened eyes, gritting his teeth in silence, still striving to lift the warhamr in his hand.
Ronan’s eyes flashed slightly, he stepped forward, extending a hand to gently support the massive, heavy warhamr for Iris.
“You can’t beco their god.”
He gazed at Iris, speaking calmly.
Iris pressed his lips tightly together, veins bulging on his face and neck, a strong sense of unwillingness flickering in his eyes.
At that mont, he heard Ronan’s next sentence.
“Or.”
“You could consider becoming a spokesperson for a god.”
“Uh…”
Iris was stunned by the words, montarily unable to comprehend Ronan’s aning.
But soon, he saw Ronan in front of him lightly raise a hand, summoning a giant white vortex out of thin air.
A powerful suction force emanated from the vortex, directly pulling Iris into it….
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