After the gray fog dissipated and returned from the mysterious starry sky, the giant Conrad Fischer still kept his kneeling posture and bowed to the cold door of the Church of the Storm.
He was stunned for a moment, looked at the dark door covered with rainwater, and was surprised to see the golden shadow of the rubbings appearing out of thin air in the middle of his field of vision. He understood everything.
It's a bit ridiculous that he was willing to give up everything for it. The Church of Storms, which he once regarded as his only salvation, ignored him. Instead, a mysterious Mr. Galaxy gave him hope.
He does not blame the war priest of the Church of Storms. If he were in that position, he would probably refuse to suddenly go to war with a huge force for a man who has not yet fulfilled his talents.
It’s just that from now on, he will have no more entanglements with the Church of Storms.
After clenching his fist hard, Conrad stood up resolutely holding his lover's body, turned and left without hesitation.
In the shadow behind a window in the church, the war priest watched Conrad's burly back disappear and let out a long sigh. He felt lost, and he knew very well: the Church of Storms had lost this brave and unparalleled warrior.
But he didn't know that Conrad's growth rate would far exceed his imagination.
After leaving the church, Conrad took his wife's body with him and once again came to the small fishing village where he was born and raised. The once prosperous village was now nothing but charred black.
Damn pirates destroyed everything here.
In the front yard of the house, he buried his wife's body, and then did something that no one could have imagined - he burned with his bare hands a section of the beam of his charred wooden house, which had only the frame left.
Removed.
Completely carbonized black wood fragments and huge raindrops hit Conrad's copper-skinned and iron-bone shoulders together, but he was completely unaware of it.
Looking at the dark cylinder with a diameter of more than thirty centimeters in his hand, Conrad's face was full of weirdness.
"How could there be such a coincidence in the world? The most critical material needed to be promoted to a storm-type extraordinary person is a skull of a deep-sea beast that dared to resist the power of the storm during the Thousand Years War. But my great-grandfather used a piece of the [Netherworld Narwhal]
The single horn made the rafters..."
Due to its age, this originally dazzling black horn has long been integrated into the appearance of an ordinary wooden beam. In other words, those damn pirates didn't look up at all after entering the house.
"Is it a coincidence? No! Impossible! The great master of the Galaxy has already seen through everything!" Conrad's eyes became firm.
At this moment, there was a violent storm, the sky and the earth were pitch black, and the twisted thunder snakes in the sky bared their teeth and claws.
This is the perfect opportunity to hold the promotion ceremony for the Storm Lord series of extraordinary beings.
In the dead silence of the village, the sound of howling wind and rain seemed to be the unwilling wailing of the dead compatriots.
"Please wait for me!"
Without hesitation, Conrad carried the exaggerated 15-meter-long horn to the highest cliff next to the fishing village.
Facing the magic circle on the rubbings of the extraordinary power of the storm sequence, Conrad used his horn as a pen and carved the magic circle with 56 talismans with bold strokes. Finally, he inserted the horn into the center of the circle.
Conrad tore off his shirt and stripped his upper body, revealing his strong muscles. He looked up to the sky and roared:
"Storm——"
"Come harder—"
"I use the blood of your stubborn enemy as a guide to call for your arrival——"
Almost as soon as Conrad finished speaking, the magic circle around him suddenly lit up with dazzling purple electric light, and the dark clouds above his head rolled in a spiral shape.
Three seconds later, a cluster of lightning with a width of ten meters and a total length of more than a kilometer pierced the sky and the earth and struck hard on the sharp horn of the [Netherworld Narwhal].
The huge thunder snake keeps twisting and twisting, it looks like a python strangling its prey, but also like the God of Thunder laughing maniacally and feasting.
Under the violent lightning strike, the thick horn shattered inch by inch.
All green grass within a radius of a hundred meters instantly turned into charcoal.
In this case, Conrad should be unable to please the one-horned 'lightning rod' with both hands.
However, the mysterious power of the magic circle firmly protected Conrad's brain and internal organs, while the powerful thunder gave Conrad maximum pain and torture at all times.
Thunder and lightning are like a blacksmith's hammer and a steel-making furnace, constantly beating and tempering Conrad's body and soul.
"Ahhhhh——"
pain!
It hurts so much!
Conrad was stunned and didn't let go.
In the wind, rain and thunder, he laughed wildly, with tears in his laughter: "O storm! You can either destroy me! Or lend me your power! I will use him to destroy any insect that dares to blaspheme the power of the storm——"
The thunder in the sky seemed to never stop, striking down one after another.
Conrad did not die. On the contrary, dazzling purple lines began to appear on his bronze skin. They formed mysterious and powerful runes, imprinted on his skin, muscles, and even internal organs.
I don't know how long the storm lasted. When the sky became calm and sunny again, a burly man appeared on the cliff with wisps of electric light lingering all over his body.
The fifteen-meter-long horn disappeared, replaced by a two-and-a-half-meter spear emitting dim purple light.
With a thought in Conrad's mind, the spear turned into a ray of lightning within half a second, and then disappeared into his thick right arm.
"Am I...successfully promoted to Extraordinary?" Looking at his hands with faint electric light flowing through them, Conrad was at a loss at first, then immediately strengthened his belief, bowed towards the sky, and said seriously: "I
Lord Galaxy! When Conrad completes his revenge, he will immediately go to my lord and serve for the rest of his life."
Here, Mark was confused and didn't know what he had done.
When he came out of the magic stick mode, he felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and exhaustion poured over him like a landslide.
He fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up at dusk, he was surprised to find that the dice had given him a clue.
[Your servant Conrad*Fischer was successfully promoted to (Storm Warrior)!]
The fewer words, the bigger the story.
Mark was stunned and speechless for a long time.
At any rate, when he was a keyboard reasoning master a while ago, he understood the structure of the Church of Storms. New members who have just been promoted to extraordinary people are often [Storm Sailors], and the better ones are [Storm Sailors].
Conrad's promotion method is like a rocket ride, and he will reach the third level of warrior level as soon as he gets up.
Based on his strength, he is indispensable for being a charge captain.
If you advance to another level, you will be able to master many storm-type magics, enter the war priest level, and become an out-and-out backbone of the church.
Mark laughed at himself: "Conrad was promoted so quickly, did he get any starring script?"
In fact, Mark was distracted.
Since this rubbing comes from the Church's Star of Hope, it is originally an enhanced version. It not only contains the most original description of the promotion ceremony, but also adds the mature experience accumulated by the predecessors for thousands of years.
This ritual has extremely stringent requirements for materials, weather and environment, and the physique of the person being promoted.
If the materials for powerful sea monsters can still be obtained through the power of the church, then powerful thunderstorms will have to wait. The key is that ordinary people really can't stand such a powerful series of lightning strikes.
In the past, even with the protection of magic circles, more than 70% of people died during this promotion ceremony. The remaining 20% would be disabled, leaving various lifelong disabilities.
Not even one out of ten people actually passes.
Note that this is still based on strict selection of candidates for promotion.
Due to the high mortality and disability rates of the traditional promotion ceremony, the Church of Storms has not used this ceremony in recent years unless it is a very good seedling. Instead, it uses more controllable, modern industrial electric shock equipment to perform the ceremony.
In this way, the promotion rate has increased, but the effect of promotion has been greatly reduced. 99.99% of believers who are promoted through this ritual will spend their entire lives just as soldiers.
Of course, Mark doesn’t know these secrets of the Church of Storms.
This does not prevent him from developing a sense of urgency.
"If the description of the dice is true, then I now have two powerful helpers, Mini and Conrad. The only weakness is myself!"
Suddenly he smiled bitterly.
What kind of boss is this?
When he thought about it, what he did was tantamount to touching the cheese of all the orthodox churches, and he suddenly felt a little scared.
"I don't know what means they will use to deal with me if they find out."
The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown.
Under fear, beings with extraordinary power are often regarded as sacred.
Now, he deeply felt the fear brought to him by the divine power.
"We must find our own path as soon as possible."
If he had a different identity, he might have a headache.
Regarding [Abnormality] and the path to the extraordinary, the biggest problem for ordinary people is the lack of information. When the Orthodox Church joins forces to block extraordinary information, an information gap will form, which can easily achieve dimensionality reduction attacks on ordinary people.
Fortunately, he has a very strong and cheap grandfather, and at the same time, he studied in the field of occult studies!
Thinking of this, Mark's mood improved.
When he walked out of the house, he said hello to the landlady: "I want to eat lobster tonight."
Mrs. Watson also works part-time as a cook and is responsible for the food for the entire building. The service is available on a monthly basis and can also be supplemented with extra meals.
After accepting the beautiful green banknotes, an hour passed and the cheese-baked lobster according to Mark's request was delivered to the dining table in his room.
The main dish was this, accompanied by spaghetti with meat sauce, a small plate of broccoli, salad fruits and a bottle of not-expensive red wine. The total cost was Mark 500.
Mark did some research and found that the consumption power of the Lite dollar compared to the soft sister coins before time travel was about one to three. Even if Mark now has 20,000 yuan in his pocket, it still feels a bit painful to eat such a meal.
"However, let's just consider it as a celebration of my first step on the path to extraordinaryness."
Mrs. Watson's cooking skills cannot be said to be very good. In a seaport city, the seafood is absolutely fresh, which covers up the shortcomings of her slightly poor cooking skills.
Mark was quite satisfied with this meal.
Just as he was wiping his mouth with a napkin while leaving a mess in the basin, without any warning, the lobster claws he had eaten suddenly flew up and caught his neck.
At this moment, Mark was so frightened that his heart and lungs stopped...
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