Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 450 Armed with Faith, Spokesperson of God

If there was anything about the dwarf Iris that could truly interest Ronan, it would only be the set of magical artifacts that could forcibly elevate him from a mere level one or two dwarf to the level of a level five wizard.

That set of black heavy armor, and the matching black warhammer.

When Iris was frozen by Elsa and brought back to the Frost Leader, he hid this magical set of artifacts inside his body, bound to his soul, much like the relationship between the Void Mirror and Ronan.

"hurry up."

Ronan stared intently at Iris, gradually increasing the frequency of his fingertips tapping the table.

He carefully controlled the extent of his mental energy release, ensuring that Iris wouldn't be turned into an idiot while simultaneously applying constant pressure.

But to Ronan's surprise, Iris, this physically weak dwarf, despite having only a level two mental cultivation, possessed an incredibly strong will.

No, to be precise, his obsession with protecting that set of magical artifacts was particularly strong.

No matter how Ronan tried to entice or coerce her, Iris refused to yield.

His eyes kept shifting between emptiness and confusion and struggle and resistance. His expression was distorted, his teeth were clenched, and his whole body was trembling.

Ronan gradually lost patience.

The transparent ripples in the void increased, which was the effect of his powerful mental energy being gradually released.

In the end, the air in the room became so thick it resembled undulating water, making it almost impossible to see the two figures clearly.

At this moment, Ronan had almost released his mental control to the maximum. Iris in front of him was bleeding from her mouth and nose, and her skin was cracked, like a fragile piece of paper that might break apart under pressure at any time.

But he still wouldn't budge.

"No! Impossible! Don't even think about it!"

Iris suddenly roared, and with her head lolling to the side, she fell to the side, her body covered in blood.

The terrifying pressure in the room, like a vast ocean, suddenly dissipated, and Ronan narrowed his eyes and quickly pointed a finger forward.

The fingertip touched the forehead of the unconscious and paralyzed Iris.

A strange amber light flashed in his eyes, and then, like an arrow, shot through Ronan's fingers into Iris's mind.

【Spiritual Amber】, a projection of the soul!

Nine years in the Realm of Fire, twenty-three projections into his dreams—Ronan's proficiency with [Spiritual Amber] has soared, and his mastery of the talent skill [Soul Projection] has reached a level of consummate skill.

"Shh-"

The light and shadows shifted rapidly before his eyes, and in an instant, Ronan's soul projection arrived deep within Iris's consciousness.

First came a dark void, then a corner of the darkness slowly began to light up.

Some scenes and sounds appeared.

"Useless! Bastard!"

"You don't have a father. You were born from your mother's fertility when she was in heat and had a cuddle with a stray dog ​​on the street! Hehehe..."

"Hit him! Kill him!"

Young Iris, like a sparsely haired, emaciated wild dog, huddled tightly in a dirty, cramped corner.

A group of cave dwarf children surrounded him, loudly mocking and cursing him with the most venomous words, while picking up stones and dung and throwing them at little Iris.

Ronan stood aside, watching quietly as Iris trembled, her pitiful appearance filled with fear and helplessness.

Finally, when one of the dwarf children picked up a steel fork leaning against the wall with an evil look on his face and walked step by step toward Iris, Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.

He gently raised his hand, and an invisible force emanated from his body.

Caught off guard, the dwarf child wielding the steel fork was instantly torn to pieces by the impact of the invisible force.

The remaining dwarfs were not spared either, all being torn to pieces by the sweeping force.

Like a biting wind sweeping across a field of wild wheat, everything quickly calmed down.

Iris remained huddled in the corner, trembling, until Ronan slowly walked up to him.

Iris slowly raised her head, looking at the scene before her with confusion and astonishment, and finally stared blankly at Ronan.

"Thank you so much..."

"Shh-"

The glowing corner dimmed, and darkness returned to the surroundings.

Ronan calmly looked around, and in another corner, a faint light appeared. He walked over there again.

The scene depicted this time is an abandoned treehouse in a summer night forest.

Iris lay on the old bed in the treehouse, her eyes closed, occasionally raising her hand to swat away the mosquitoes that were biting her.

He was drowsy and sleepy in the sweltering heat.

Just then, a hoarse, deep voice rang out from the darkness.

“Iris Iris.”

The voice kept calling Iris's name.

Iris rubbed her eyes and slowly got up. When she looked up, she was immediately terrified, her face turned pale, and she trembled all over as she desperately backed away.

"Who are you?!"

On the dilapidated window of the treehouse, a small, thin figure was squatting.

The figure was almost entirely hidden in darkness, its features obscured, except for a pair of bright, cunning, and evil golden eyes that gleamed in the night.

"who am I?"

The golden-eyed figure chuckled, "You idiot!"

You don't even recognize me?

Iris stared blankly at the small, thin figure on the windowsill, her eyes gleaming with golden light. Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden realization, she blurted out, her voice trembling with excitement, "Father! You are my father!"

"Looks like you're not completely stupid after all."

But I will never acknowledge you as my child.

The thin figure sneered, "You still have the other half of the vile and stupid dwarf blood flowing in your veins. You should be glad that you're not covered in hair like the ugly woman who gave birth to you, otherwise I would have strangled you to death while you were sleeping."

but.

Our relationship ends here!

The thin figure raised his hand, and with a "thud," something seemed to be thrown from his hand and landed on the decaying floor.

"Don't say I haven't fulfilled any of my fatherly duties. Oh damn, I'm still too soft-hearted, far less ruthless than that dwarf woman."
This is really terrible.

The thin figure grumbled and walked away, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Iris stared blankly at the empty, dilapidated windowsill, seemingly still unsure whether what had just happened was real or just a dream he had on a sweltering summer night.

Ronan slowly emerged from the darkness of another corner of the cabin and gently picked up a strangely shaped ring from the floor.

"Is this where it came from?"

Ronan looked at the ring in his hand, lost in thought.

At this moment, Iris, who had been in a daze, finally came to his senses. He stared wide-eyed at Ronan in front of him and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's you again?!"

Ronan casually tossed the ring to him, and Iris caught it in a flurry.

The light dimmed again.

And so, Ronan traversed every memory deep within Aerys's consciousness. He witnessed firsthand how Aerys retrieved the heavy armor and warhammer from the private vault left behind by the golden-eared goblins, how he rose step by step to become the Barbarian King, and why he harbored such deep hatred for wizards.
Ronan first appears in every memory, and leaves her own mark in each memory to varying degrees.

at last.

"about there."

Ronan thought to himself, and his soul projection returned to his body.

Before him was still the Frost Leader's cold cell. Iris sat slumped on the ground, having already awakened from her coma.

He stared intently at Ronan, his expression indescribably complex.

After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "What exactly did you do to me?"

Ronan didn't answer, but simply said calmly, "Now, you can take it out, right?"

A flicker of struggle crossed Iris's face. He knew the person in front of him had tampered with his memories, but the fabricated story, rooted in a genuine sense of closeness and gratitude from the depths of his soul, ultimately led him to slowly extend his hand.

A dense mass of black light emerged from Iris's palm, within which floated a miniature black armor and an equally miniature warhammer.

The black light shattered, and the black armor and warhammer fell onto the ice stone floor, exuding an ancient and heavy aura.

Ronan, having achieved his wish, slowly walked forward.

Upon closer inspection, both the heavy armor and the warhammer appear to be of extremely ordinary design.

What's extraordinary is the dense array of runes engraved inside the heavy armor, interlocking like gears to form a massive, complex, and precise whole.

Ronan's mental energy penetrated the runes, carefully following their path until he reached the core of the armor, where he saw an even more complex and mysterious rune.

The rune felt slightly familiar to him.

A flash of inspiration struck him, and Ronan instantly grasped it.

"The Ten Primordial Origin Runes?!"

He immediately immersed his mind in the space of consciousness.

Within the void, twisted ancient spiritual runes appeared, wriggling and merging to eventually form three incomplete outlines.

Over the years, Ronan has never stopped piecing together and tracing the "Ten Primordial Origin Runes".

More than 100,000 ancient spirit runes were finally pieced together to form only the incomplete shapes of three ancient origin runes.

Now, Ronan has found a resemblance to the Heavy Armor Core Rune in all three of these Primordial Origin Runes, which are still far from complete.

"call--"

Ronan withdrew from the space of consciousness, his eyes burning with intensity.

"So, the runes on this heavy armor actually originate from the Ten Primordial Origin Runes?"

Ronan reached out and stroked the ancient, rough texture of the heavy armor, as if examining a rare and precious creation.

A moment later, he turned to look at Iris beside him and said in a low voice, "I remember what you called it?"
"Is it a religiously armed force?"

Iris pursed her lips and remained silent.

Ronan didn't care. He had reviewed Iris's memories and had a general understanding of the effects and operating principles of this heavy armor.

It relies on absorbing the power of faith to enhance the wearer's strength.

This is why Iris became the "King of the Barbarians" and gathered a large number of mixed-race elves and barbarians under his command.

Just as Ronan once told Andre, Iris's constant attempts to hold "witch hunts" were not because he was arrogant, foolish, or courting death and couldn't see the potential consequences of his actions. Rather, he genuinely wanted to replace the god worshipped by Andre and other mixed-bloods and become their new "god"!
Because his power comes from this.

"Just like the blueprints I got back then, those magic item sets designed based on the Abyss Demon, can absorb the opponent's emotions and convert them into power."

The power of faith should also be considered a type of emotion.

"Unlike the Abyss Demon Set, this set is much more advanced, and its purpose is to seize the power of the ancient gods!"

In the mythological era, the gods' power largely came from their followers. The rise of ancient wizards and the collapse of faith in the gods among all races were among the reasons for the gods' eventual departure from the scene.

"There's also the power of the sacred shrine, which is another application of the power of faith."

Ronan slowly gripped the black warhammer on the ground; it was much heavier than he had expected.

In the era when the gods had just left the stage, there was a craze in the ancient wizarding world for deconstructing the power of the gods.

Many of the achievements related to deities and faith have been passed down from that period.

"Does a golden-eared goblin have such a good thing in his private treasure vault?"
still"

Ronan looked at Iris beside him and said softly, "He specifically left these two things for you."

Iris's lips twitched slightly, but she ultimately remained silent.

Ronan sat up and said calmly, "Try it on once, let me see."

He left his own mark on Iris's memory. Perhaps this mark would be washed away with time, since it was not real but Ronan's alteration. But at least for now, with the guidance and pressure of his powerful mental strength, Iris could not refuse any of his requests.

Iris gritted her teeth and uttered one ancient and difficult syllable after another in a low voice.

Ronan recognized the language as that of goblins.

As Iris chanted her incantation, the black heavy armor began to glow faintly, and then several lifelike tentacles emerged from the armor's chest cavity and plunged into Iris's body.

This process seemed extremely painful; Iris's thin, withered body instantly arched like a shrimp, with veins bulging all over her body.

Yet he seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit; Ronan noticed the look of ecstasy on Iris's face as she was covered in sweat.

For someone who has suffered greatly from weakness, overwhelming power can indeed easily lead them astray.

Ronan stood aside, quietly watching as Iris, whose height was less than 1.2 meters, rapidly expanded after the implantation of the heavily armored tentacles. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a burly man over two meters tall, almost three meters tall, just like an inflating balloon.

The black heavy armor seemed to possess a spirit, automatically separating and then actively donning pieces onto Iris's body.

Aerys has transformed back into the arrogant "Priest Queen".

"Huff huff—"

Iris tried to pick up the warhammer from the ground, but it seemed to be quite difficult for her.

Ronan sensed that the power emanating from him had weakened considerably, almost to the level of level three, and couldn't help but blink.

"Did their faith in you collapse?"

Iris glared at him fiercely, her eyes red, gritting her teeth and remaining silent, still trying to lift the warhammer in her hand.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he slowly walked up, extending a hand to gently support the massive and heavy warhammer for Iris.

"You can't be their god."

He looked at Iris and spoke calmly.

Iris pursed her lips tightly, veins bulging on her face and neck, and a strong sense of resentment flashed in her eyes.

Just then, he heard Ronan's next sentence.

"or."

"You could consider becoming God's spokesperson."

"Uh"

Iris was stunned by Ronan's words, unable to understand what he meant for a moment.

But soon, he saw Ronan in front of him gently raise his hand and summon a huge white vortex out of thin air.

A powerful suction force emanated from the vortex, pulling Iris directly inside.
(End of this chapter)