Chapter 258

"Tyrion!"

Sicarius stepped forward and hugged the Macragge who opened the door, and patted him on the back very enthusiastically, with two bang bangs, making Tyrion so angry that his blood boiled and his eyes turned white.

"Above Gilliman!"

Not only was Tyrion not angry, but he exclaimed in surprise: "What a great power, Sicarius, have you been promoted to legend?" His eyes were full of surprise, and he kept looking at his people.

"Hey, yes." Sicarius proudly showed off his steel-like muscles, "Both Otto and I have been promoted to legend."

"And Otto?" Tyrion's eyes widened.

The Macragges are naturally powerful, brave and aggressive, and their talent ranks among the top three among all the barbarians. However, after losing the protection of the gods, it is extremely difficult for the Macragges to advance to legend.

Among the tribes, there have never been three legends at the same time.

In most cases, there is only one legend, which must be the patriarch and the most powerful warrior in the tribe.

Tyrion looked at the other two Macragges, and soon found that the two were different from before, faintly stronger than himself, "Gron, Kittel...you have changed so much, I almost I don't recognize it. What the hell is going on here?"

The eyes of the three Ultramarines all fell on Ren.

"It's all because of the boss." Sicarius said in a low voice: "Tyrian, let me introduce you, this is our boss, Ren Augustus, and the Primarch we chose."

"The Primarch!"

Tyrion was shocked, the Primarch's symbiosis talent was the biggest secret of the Macragges. Among the tribe, very few people would use this talent. Even if they choose the Primarch, they usually choose the patriarch.

In the history of the Macragges, there has never been a foreign primarch.

Not to mention humans.

Tyrion couldn't help observing Ren. Even by human standards, Ren's figure was not considered the strongest, but he was taller and stronger than ordinary people. In the eyes of the Macragges, he was too thin and thin. It is also too short, not as good as a child in the clan who is less than ten years old.

Ren is also looking at each other with the eyes of the soul.

This Macragge named Tyrion is quite good, equivalent to an eighth-level transcendent, and even stronger than Sicarius, who had not become a symbiote last year.

There are more than a dozen elements in his soul, and his strength and physique are extremely strong.

However, what makes Ren a little interested is that Tyrion has several special elements. In addition to the "eyes of sharp vision" and "precision throwing" that ordinary Macragges have, there is also a "dexterous hand" , "Lightning Reflexes", "Listen to the Wind" and "Hold Your Breath".

These elements combine to form a terrifying marksman talent!

Tyrion must have mastered the extremely superb skill of throwing javelins. If he is given a heavy machine gun, it will definitely be more powerful than other Ultramarines.

This Macragge is a perfect match for a machine gun!

"Ren Augustus..." Tyrian frowned, as if he had heard of this name somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a while.

He wanted to ask again, but Sicarius pushed him in, "Let's talk inside."

Entering the courtyard, a group of tall Macragges appeared in front of them. Each of them was about 2.2 meters tall, and the taller ones could even reach 2.3 meters. War hammers, giant axes, etc. formed a formation around the door, as if they were going to fight.

Seeing that it was a clansman who came in, one of them quickly put down his weapon and shouted, "Sicarius!"

"Gron..."

"Marit!"

"Bachska!"

A group of Macragges shouted enthusiastically, embraced each other, and slapped their chests and backs loudly. The harder they slapped, the happier they were, like brothers who were like a family.

Ren stood on the side, scanning every Macragge with his soul eyes.

Eighteen in total, three or four less than what Sicarius said, whether it was going out or an accident, the strength of each Macragge is at least equivalent to that of a mid-level transcendent, above level four . Three of them have reached the high level, that is, level seven Transcendents, similar to Otto last year.

Of course, Tyrion is the strongest.

After the leader of the Macragges came in, he had been observing Ren and thinking about it. He suddenly slapped his head and shouted, "I remember!"

His sound immediately attracted all the Macragges.

Tyrion stared at Ren in a daze, and shouted in surprise: "You are the Earl of Glamorgan, Ren who led a dozen Ultramarines to block the attack of an army of tens of thousands of undead in Wezeland Floating City half a year ago* Your Excellency Augustus!"

"So you've heard my name before." Ren nodded and smiled.

Hearing Renn's confession, Tyrian felt even more incredible. He looked at the three of Sicarius, "Are you the Ultimate Warrior?"

"Hahaha……"

Sicarius went over and patted him on the shoulder, then looked at the clansmen present, and said proudly: "Every Ultramarine is our Macragge!"

"By Gilliman..."

The Macragges exclaimed in unison.

The catastrophe that happened in the floating city of Wezeland half a year ago has already spread throughout the empire. The Earl of Glamorgan's name is also known to everyone, and the Ultramarines are also famous.

However, few people know the details of the Ultramarines.

People only heard that they seem to be barbarians, they have the unique soul gun weapon invented by the holy soul wizard Master Anxi Wodusi, so they are so powerful.

Now that the clansmen said that the Ultramarines are all from Macragge, their blood boiled with excitement. At the same time, they were also curious, why there was such a big change?

"Bros!"

Sicarius' expression became serious, and he said loudly: "Otto and I have already been promoted to legend, and the other eleven brothers in Modu are also on the verge of breaking through the legend. I believe it will not take long. When the opportunity is right, they will They will all become legendary fighters!"

legend!

The Macragges were in an uproar. At present, there is only one legendary patriarch in the clan, and now there are two more. How many years have the Macragges not been so powerful?

Tyrion is also yearning for it, but he is not young anymore, and he is far from being a legend.

Sicarius continued: "And the origin of all this is because we used our talents and chose the boss as the original body."

"You don't know how powerful the boss is."

"He can bring us a terrifying boost. Once he becomes his symbiont, his strength will at least double, and his body will be indestructible. Every time we fight, our strength will increase. The more intense the battle, the more enemies we kill, the more our strength will be. stronger."

"And the Boss built us the Gun of Rambo, a weapon perfect for the Kumarag."

"Trust me, when the brothers get the gun of Rambo, they will love it!"

"This time the boss will also return to our hometown with us, carrying a large amount of supplies, and prepares to deal with our enemies on the plateau at once. From then on, we no longer have to worry about the safety of our family members, and we don't have to work hard to make money to support the tribe in fighting."

Sicarius spared no effort to promote the benefits of being an Ultramarine to his tribe.

He followed Rennes for more than half a year and was very clear about Rennes' future.

Although he never said it, and Ren didn't explain it, he knew very well that the potential of this human being was simply immeasurable.

Rennes is no less panicked than those legendary heroes in history, and even stronger.

Especially for the Macragges, they are like saviors from heaven, and may help the entire tribe even more than Gilliman.

He didn't know how Renn managed to increase the strength of himself and his brothers so fast.

But he is very clear that the Macragges must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rise again and leave a great story of the Ultramarines in Ellen Erth!

The other two Ultramarines, Gron and Kittel, nodded and echoed. There were three successful role models in front of them, and the hearts of the Macragges present were all excited.

Ren saw that they were still hesitating, especially Tyrian, who was the leader, had a drastic change of mood, so he decided to give it a push.

Instead of showing his strength, he took out a Rambo gun and threw it to Tyrion.

"You can try it."

Tyrion took the machine gun, and the moment he touched the body of the gun, he felt a different feeling. The weapon in his hand seemed to be tailor-made for himself, and his soul trembled with excitement.

He'd waited decades, it seemed, for this moment to get his hands on the machine gun.

With the help of Sicarius, Tyrian mastered the method of shooting in only half a minute, the muzzle of the gun was facing the sky, and a few gunshots were fired, and a few bullets in the magazine were shot out.

Because there is no ammunition box attached, the bullets will run out.

Tyrion closed his eyes, recalling every touch of the shooting, his face was full of indescribable emotion. When he opened his eyes again, without any hesitation, he said decisively: "Boss, please let me be your symbiotic."