In the evening, we arrived at the Temple of Azrael.
This is a valley with a deserted atmosphere. The temple is made of huge gray stones with many vague patterns on it. It is located alone in the center of the valley, looking abandoned and dilapidated.
Renn and his party were walking on a deserted road. There was no human habitation in this area, and there were no traces of flying insects or animals.
Tranquil, like the tranquility under the broken bridge on a moonlit night.
Stay away from the mundane world and return to nature.
It makes people naturally forget all love, hate, glory and wealth, leaving only the simplest emotions in life.
The breeze flows quietly, taking away the last trace of heat.
Infected by this silent tranquility, the people who had been communicating fell silent, and there was only the sound of the soles of feet rubbing against stones in the wilderness.
Ren stared calmly ahead. The Azrael Temple was neither grand nor resplendent. It seemed like a small abandoned temple that could be seen everywhere.
For the swordsman who stands in the realm of the deep valley and is assimilated with death, nothing in the world is worth cherishing.
The only thing that is still eye-catching are the few statues in front of the temple.
The four-winged angel sculpture has a rather weird shape. The angel's body is covered with fur, and under the fur are countless eyes, which are quite eerie. These eyes seem to be watching everyone in the world.
It's quite scary, like being stared at by the god of death.
Being "watched" by several sculptures of angels telling death, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Tawara Touta, Sanzo and others all felt a chill in their bodies.
"Everyone, this is it, I can't go there."
Quiet Hassan broke the silence softly. She did not step forward to call anyone, but stood aside motionless.
According to the rules left by the Assassin Order, asking for help from the first generation of the Mountain Master is a kind of "dereliction of duty", which means that the ability of this generation of Mountain Master is not good enough.
Regardless of whether the first generation of the Mountain Master accepted the request for help or not, those who asked for help later had to hand over their heads and pay the price with their lives.
The leader of the Assassin Order in this era is Hassan "The Curse Wrist", and Jing Ming cannot make decisions for him.
Originally, Gawain was too invincible three times. In order to deal with him, Hassan had to bite the bullet and let Chaldea come here for help. He himself was also ready to hand over his head.
But──
This time Gawain is a hammer.
There are at least four or five people who can contain him, but they are far from enough to make Hassan the Cursed Man come to seek help with the consciousness of sacrificing everything.
Therefore, this time, it was not the people of the mountain who asked for help, but outsiders such as Chaldea and the military leader who came to visit.
Ren lightly shrugged, looked left and right, and scanned the crowd:
"Ahem, who would be willing to go over and knock on the door?"
"..."
Touta Touta, Miss Sanzo, and Sigurd all calmly took a few steps back.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to step forward, but was pulled by Mashu. The girl quickly pulled him back a few steps.
So only Scathach was left standing there, looking side by side at Ren.
Renn: "..."
There was a moment of silence among the fans at the scene.
Don't be surprised that everyone reacts this way.
The stone door in the center of the temple was not closed, and the gap was dark, with some black mist filling the air. It was an abyss that seemed to have swallowed up all light and life, and was filled with unfathomable darkness.
Just looking at it makes one's hair stand on end.
Even Ren felt very dangerous, with chills running down his spine, let alone other heroic spirits.
Miss Sanzang, Touta Tawara, Sigurd and others all had a frightened feeling that they would never be able to return to the past 80 years.
This was not an illusion, they truly felt that there was "death" behind the door.
Really, I will die...
Renn coughed a few times: "Ahem, everyone, this seems to be no solution. Who can go over and say hello first?"
However, still no one took action.
Everyone either raised their heads to the sky or lowered their heads to count the ants. It was so dark and the ants were so big... being too absorbed meant that they couldn't hear.
No wonder everyone was scared. They stared at the temple door. The feeling of death on the face was so real. Some people believed that it was the entrance to hell.
Because "Azrael" is the name of the angel of death in the Islamic scriptures. By analogy, it is like King Yama of the underworld.
The half-open door of the temple seems to have written - "Yam is here, come in and take a seat."
Who is going to "seek death" after eating too much? In the literal sense.
No matter what they thought before, whether they were contemptuous or skeptical, almost everyone realized it now - the first generation of the Mountain Lord was basically the same as the God of Death, unfathomable and extremely dangerous.
In line with the noble sentiment of a dead Taoist friend rather than a poor Taoist, Renn poked Touta Tawara with his elbow: "Brother, don't you really want to meet the first generation of the mountain master? Go over and knock on the door."
Tatouta's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear anything and kept looking up at the sky:
"It's so dark."
Renn: "..."
Forget it, don't count on this one.
Miss Sanzang is a little easier to deceive.
He looked at her sincerely and showed a warm smile that could be called a textbook: "Master Tripitaka, don't you want to discuss the differences in their respective teachings with the Master of the Mountain..."
"Ah, this ant is so big." Miss Sanzang said in surprise.
She lowered her head and stared at the soles of her shoes, counting the ants that didn't exist at all.
Renn: "..."
Why did he suddenly become so cunning?
All of a sudden, he went from being the worst actress at the Golden Raspberry Awards to winning the Oscar, which caught him off guard.
"Let me go, I just want to learn his skills."
Skhadhad raised her eyebrows, her eyes filled with fighting intent, without a trace of fear.
For the Queen of the Demon Realm who only wants to die, the God of Death really has no deterrent effect.
It's just a clone of a servant. If the real body were here, BBA would have been unable to bear it and rushed over, using the hands of the Mountain Master to achieve relief.
Just when she raised her long legs and took a step forward, Ren hugged her waist.
He turned her around with a serious face, lowered his head and kissed her sexy red lips, as if no one else was watching, and the fierce kiss made both Matthew and Guda blush a little.
For a long time, he held Scathach's face, which still had a hint of blush:
"Hey, you are no longer the woman who no one wants and wants to die. Half of you already belong to me.
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He was actually a little angry because she didn't fully assume the role of his woman, and the Queen of Shadow's obsession with seeking relief from death was still deep-rooted.
"..."
Knowing that she was in the wrong, Scathach lowered her head slightly. She did not refute, but stood quietly behind him very obediently.
As the Queen of the Demon Realm, there is no problem in wanting to die.
But as someone else's woman, doing this is tantamount to ignoring your man's thoughts.
"You can't do this again without my permission." Of course, Ren was a little unhappy, staring at her with a stern tone.
He decided that the next step was to make the Queen of the Demon Realm realize that she was the wife of the war lord. He didn't want to come back to the Moon World one day and find that she had "committed suicide".
Ren seemed a bit harsh.
After all, the Queen of Demon Realm was arrogant at heart and did not quite obey his domineering attitude. She crossed her arms and turned her head away:
"Don't go too far, you are just my boyfriend, not my husband.
No matter what, huh, if you're not afraid of death, just go over and knock on the door yourself."
Only a few days are certainly not enough to completely tame this rouge horse.
Her arrogant attitude in resisting her boyfriend's overbearing orders made Ren's lips slightly raised. It was true that he had already formulated a series of queen training plans. It would be a pity if they didn't come in handy.
At first, Kesha was as proud as a white swan and didn't want to call her husband, but later she learned how to care for her husband and raise her children...
Renn took a deep breath, suppressed his distracting thoughts, glanced at the temple that looked like the entrance to hell, and smiled at everyone:
"Since you are all so humble, let me go over and say hello."
Everyone was fed a lot of dog food and was a little stuffed, so they smiled after hearing this.
'These teammates are really thieves...'
Ren secretly cursed a few words, and reluctantly walked towards Azrael Temple. The lonely figure on his back gave him a tragic feeling, like the wind rustling and the water cold, like a strong man gone and never to return.
He didn't want to take the lead, but...
Quiet Hassan looked at his back and couldn't help but remind:
"Sir Ren, you are not members of the religious order. You must pass the test before the first generation of adults can help.
Even if there is some connection or acquaintance before, you cannot be careless at this time. The First Generation Master will not show mercy in the test. This is a rule and cannot be avoided."
rule?
When Ren heard this, his steps paused slightly and his face became a little solemn.
Indeed, the feeling of danger ahead is not false, otherwise Touta, Sanzo and Sigurd would not be so fearful.
If it weren't for the threat of death, Mashu would not have forcibly held Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Rules are rules, and even if one of our own has a rule that he must hand over his head afterwards, "outsiders" naturally cannot treat him too favorably, and he cannot expect Wang Hassan to be too lax.
At this moment, as if confirming what Serenity Hassan said before, the last ray of the setting sun was swallowed up.
"I have been waiting for you for a long time. Lord of the army, if you don't have the equipment to carry the crown, why don't you sleep peacefully here."
An old and deep voice came from the Azrael Temple.
The sky suddenly became dark.
As if they were a ruthless announcement from the God of Death, the deep words of the first-generation mountain old man echoed throughout the valley!
The sound was not loud, but it shook the void, setting off strong winds. The vast magic power rose and fell with the tone of the voice, and the small stones on the ground trembled slightly!
The temple suddenly became extremely dark, and a terrifying aura filled the air, as if the door to the underworld had been opened.
"..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka, Tawara Tota, Sanzo and others suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Just one sentence makes people have the urge to run away.
This is not simply a question of courage, but life's instinctive fear of death itself that is almost engraved in genes, which is difficult to overcome with courage and willpower.
Even Sigurd, who always had a calm expression, took a slight breath of air.
The danger ahead suddenly increased several times. This was the result of the analysis by the "wisdom crystal" of the magic glasses device.
"This, this level of magic power fluctuation, how is this possible..."
At the same time, Dr. Roman's projection appeared, and his expression changed drastically.
Perhaps because he had forgotten part of his memory, he, a former crown-level warrior, seemed to not recognize King Hassan at all.
Of course, it could also be an act.
‘A show of force? A test?
No, it's not that simple...'
Ren narrowed his eyes and wanted to move forward, but found that his hand was held by BBA.
She bit her red lips, her eyes full of worry, because it seemed that the first generation of the Mountain Master was serious about taking action, instead of letting everyone pass by just fooling around.
"Don't worry, your man is no worse than him." Ren smiled and patted her hand.
Along the way, he has never really been intimidated by anyone, Cu Chulainn, Hercules, Jin Shining, Morgan, The Lion King... they have all fought against each other, nothing more than one battle.
Matthew promptly reminded: "Senior, be careful! It's very dangerous there."
"Be careful." Sigurd said concisely.
"The humble person thinks that Assassin is very simple."
"Idiot apprentice, needless to say, this is totally a foul."
The others also spoke out to remind him. As long as you are not stupid, you can see that the power of the old man in the temple is far beyond that of ordinary heroic spirits.
It was even stronger than what the soldier had shown before, which was simply contrary to common sense.
Doctor Roman glanced at the soldier master with deep meaning:
"Hey, this should be the one...are you okay?"
"What do you think?" Ren's expression was cold, and the evil spirit in his eyes was boiling like fire. "In this case, there is no need to hide it. Today is just a good time to learn his methods!"
He is a strong man who once gave up the title of Saber and now has the qualifications of the title of Caster. He is not afraid to fight against any heroic spirit.
Boom!
Thunder arose in the void and resounded for miles.
In an instant, his black hair turned white, a majestic and vast magic power was suddenly released from his body, and a flash of white light bloomed in his eyes, which was extremely terrifying!
He once fused with a Servant Wu Ming.
When the power of the heroic spirit is fully released, his hair will become snow white and his skin color will become slightly darker.
The materialized magic power continued to roll around Ren's body, and soon condensed into a set of sky-blue magic attire dotted with many star patterns and draped over his body!
Star Ceremony, a small gift given by Alaya to the "law-abiding" outsider like him.
In addition to not being damaged, after wearing it, it can restore 2% of its own magic power every minute.
This magic gift is actually not very powerful, but it is the manifestation of the Moon World Green Card, or a status symbol.
Ren's white hair is flying, his eyes are as cold as lightning, and his aura is extremely terrifying, like a god or a devil. The "star dress" on his body is gorgeous and noble, and it looks mysterious and unpredictable, as if it is made of the stars in the sky.
Powerful, deep, like an abyss or a prison.
His spiritual base level continued to improve, strengthen, and stabilize... and his class was quietly changed to Caster.
Da da da~
Ren walked towards the temple step by step. It wasn't until he had taken more than ten steps that the steady sound of footsteps woke up everyone behind him.
"Gulu~"
Tawarato swallowed hard.
He stared at his back, wanting to say something, but the aura like the stars in the dark night was too heavy and eerie, making his breath stagnant.
It was very uncomfortable, just the leaking breath made him extremely stressed.
If you take action...
"..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu looked at each other, and both could see the surprise in each other's eyes.
The soldier leader looks much scarier than before.
Miss Sanzang blinked at Scathach next to her with an inquiring look on her face. The latter shook his head slightly, indicating that he did not understand.
Dr. Roman murmured to himself: "It's unbelievable. It may be slightly inferior in strength, but to reach such a height by yourself is really..."
"This is……"
Sigurd's glasses were flooded with data streams, and he stared at the soldier master's back like an abyss and sea.
But he was soon forced to look away because the results of the analysis made him dizzy and his head hurt.
Renn ignored the reactions of the people behind him. The starry ceremonial dress emitted brilliant divine light, and the black mist in front of him was pushed away before it even got close, unable to hinder him in the slightest.
He stepped to the door of the temple, stretched out his palm and pushed!
Rumble~
The stone door trembled and opened to the side.
Countless strange mist rolled and spread, and a black shadow stood on the steps high up, with a pair of blue eyes blazing with light, like the god of death.