In Warhammer, I am Ultraman Noah

"Forget it, I remember there are still three months until I go to the Principality of Mandala to select Titan Knights this year. Let's solve the most pressing issues in the territory in front of us first."

Ryan closed the heavy books and motioned to the servants to move them back.

The servants subconsciously followed the instructions for a while, and only looked at the lord in embarrassment when they were halfway through.

"Do as he says. If we try to kill him in the castle, I will be used as a hostage." Gaugart didn't mind saying these depressing words at all, "So I think it's better for us to cooperate." good."

Ryan was satisfied to communicate with smart people, at least he didn't have to worry about many stubborn and stupid people getting angry with him.

Gogart stood up from his seat, drew his sword, and continued:

"But we still have one final step to verify before we can cooperate."

Ryan looked at the sword in surprise and asked tentatively: "Do you want to make a blood alliance? I heard that people in your era advocate blood oaths."

Hearing this, Gaugat was even more confused and said: "No, no, no, wound infection is very fatal. No one has done that for a long time. I just want to take you to see the great sun. You have to swear in front of Him that our cooperation is Sincerely, without lies or deceit.”

Ryan quickly followed Gaugart from the main hall of the castle towards the church.

The priests stationed inside the Iron Thorn Castle were still surprised that the lord came here before it was dark today. He just opened the door of the church respectfully and watched the two people go in.

The priest who was practicing asceticism in the church paid tribute and was very curious about who this young man following the lord could be. Could he be the next head of the Will family and the future lord of Turin?

Information about this person must be passed to the church headquarters in the Principality of Mandala.

That is to say, Ryan Weir's original body was only a branch of the family and did not even live inside the castle. Naturally, these monks who had been accompanying the throne for many years did not think of him.

Gaugart habitually knelt on the ground half-kneeling, holding the sword horizontally in his hand, not looking directly at the statue.

Ryan looked at this emperor statue that was very rough in his eyes with a sense of disrespect.

"Ahem——"

There were coughs of dissatisfaction from the priests. Although most of the young nobles only believed in the great sun on the surface, they were far less pious than the poor people who lived in misery.

But those big shots will at least do a good job on the surface and give these monks face.

As long as these young people don't believe in heretical gods and indulge in sensuality, the church really can't do anything to them.

If the offerings that the nobles could provide far exceeded the useless wheat bread of the poor, the church had long wanted to forcefully popularize religious education among the nobles and regulate this disrespectful atmosphere.

Ryan didn't care about the expressions of these priests, but concentrated on looking at the statue, and suddenly said:

"I think his left hand should be a huge metal claw. It can't just be empty."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to figure out what proportion the metal claw weapon should be and in what direction it should be placed on the statue.

"That's enough, Ryan, come and swear."

Gorgart admonished, and Ryan knelt down next to Gorgart without any hesitation. Without any taboo, he raised his head and stared at the faceless statue.

Gaugart had begun to pray devoutly, flipping the sword in his hand and inserting it into the gap between the floor tiles, signaling Ryan to reach out and hold the sword with him.

"Under the shining of the great sun, our vows are unbreakable!"

Ryan also complained in his heart: My loyalty to mankind is unbreakable! For the love of the Emperor, these people don't even know that your version has been updated. They should change the statue to an image of a corpse sitting on a golden toilet (crossed out) throne, so that it is more in line with your current situation.

After Ruan muttered in his mind, he stretched out his hand. The next moment, the sword rose into golden flames, burning blazingly, spreading a layer of warm and hazy dreamy brilliance throughout the hall.

Out of respect for the great sun, Gaugart was only surprised for a moment, then regained his composure, quickly ended the oath, and the flame on the sword gradually extinguished.

However, there are some burnt patterns left on the sword, the meaning of which is unknown.

The two quickly left the church, and the priests closed the door.

"Hey, did you bury the fuel under the floor? Aren't those things only prepared during public ceremonies to show miracles to believers?"

"That's not the case. Maybe the lord sent someone to bury it. It sounds to me like they just made an oath in front of the great sun. Maybe it was to show the sanctity of their oath. In the past, I heard that some grand dukes wanted to prove their loyalty to Loyalty in love will also wield a flaming sword to hunt wild beasts and bring them back to the lover.”

On the other side of the gate, in the corridor leading to the castle area outside the church, Gaugart looked at Ryan and asked:

"That flame just now was made by your magic?"

He knew that there were no large-scale festivals recently, and there would be no fuel under the position where he inserted his sword, and he did not have a firearm that could ignite the fuel.

Ryan suddenly stopped, looked at Gaugart, and said doubtfully: "Huh? No, no, no, I didn't do it. Aren't you guys preparing to use that flame to show off and show off to me?"

Both of them were stunned on the spot. For a moment, Gaugart suddenly felt a little creepy. He pulled out his sword again with trembling hands. The gradually dimming patterns on it were things that did not exist originally. Now, even if they are not very conspicuous, they will not be noticed. People ignore.

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Ryan looked at the sword, swallowed suddenly, and tried to touch it with his mind.

Buzz—!

The clanking sound of gold and iron spread out, and the golden flowing light flowed out along the lines, but it quickly converged and did not make much noise.

At that moment, Gorgart, holding this sword, even felt that he could fight thousands of troops alone.

Ryan just wants to say, big brother, you are still too naive. With this sword, it will not be a big problem for you to fight the Chaos army alone.

Emperor, Old Man Huang, are you still here?

Give me a blessing, instead of becoming a living saint, just give me a demon in one go (cross out)!

He patted Gogat on the shoulder with some envy and whispered: "I'm not wrong, the great sun is the emperor. With this blessing, you can rule the entire planet, let alone Restore the family’s glory.”

Gorgart quickly calmed down and sheathed the sword. At this point, he could no longer help but distrust Ryan.

He quickly said: "I will issue your pardon right now, but when the Principality of Mandala learns the news, it will think that we are provoking the majesty of Grand Duke Anak, and we are ready to support Turin to survive the insect plague and drought. The supplies may not be delivered.”

Ryan said calmly: "We have an old saying that a good life must be built with one's own hands. I have already said that I have found a solution to the locust plague. As for the drought, the water in the river is endless. As long as If we build a canal, the problem will be solved."

After watching Gorgat leave, Ryan walked towards the guest room under the guidance of the servants.

As he lay on the comfortable goose down bed, his mind returned to calm, and he finally had time to examine his abilities.

The transformation ring on the waist can currently only be used to release huge light, and perhaps it has also subtly given his body physical strength, recovery ability and reaction ability that are far beyond ordinary people.

There is still no way to pull out the evolutionary truster located on the chest, and it cannot even be realized in reality. Maybe it needs to be stimulated by something to trigger it, just like when we met the walking corpses caused by the plague before. .

Ultrasonic power, which is obviously responsible for the brain organ, or can be called spiritual power in this world, puts a lot of pressure on one's body. It is necessary to find out where the current upper limit of the ability is and through which method. This method can exercise and improve the ability of mind.

After summing up these own abilities, there is an unavoidable problem in the Warhammer world, the pollution of subspace power.

With the protection of the power of light, the subspace power may not be able to invade you, but you must always be vigilant. Sometimes your body may not have any mutations, but your inner soul has become a toy of the four gods.

The Emperor, who is also involved in the power of subspace, just performed a cross-galaxy blessing in front of him. This is to show his presence and indicate that he is paying attention to this place. Or is it just a simple warning?

Because he possesses the power of light, he can also be regarded as an outsider. For this war-torn galaxy, it is still impossible to judge whether he is an enemy or a friend.

However, Ryan still has the confidence to face all the challenges that may happen in the future.

Because the power of light in him can be traced back to Ultraman Noah and the God of Black and White. Not to mention the Black God, Noah’s power alone is destined to bring Ryan to this world to save people in suffering. People were saved from the dark encroachment of the Warp, the incoming extragalactic zerg, waaaagh greenskins and even space mummies.

In order to achieve this goal, Ryan's will must be extremely firm and consistent with the Emperor's purpose.

That old bacon has no reason to cause trouble for him, they should cooperate.

After deducing this, Ryan felt relieved and slowly fell asleep.

Yesterday I slept on a bed filled with hay. Today I can enjoy the comfort of the nobility. It is urgent to improve the living standards of the people at the bottom.

But tonight, let yourself have a good rest after a tiring day.

Early the next morning, as the sun just rose and cast a pale golden light on the horizon, Ryan opened his eyes.

Well, today is another day to live to see the sun the next day in the Warhammer universe!

Then it’s time to solve the locust plague problem!

After casually finishing his breakfast, Ryan asked his servants to prepare pens and paper and follow him to find Lord Gorgat.

The latter was practicing chopping in the courtyard. His blessed sword should have been stored away, and he was only using an ordinary one-handed sword.

"I want three teams of cavalry to search for where the locusts gather from three directions. It is best to equip them with crossbowmen to prevent encountering those flesh-eating flies. People without armor protection can easily have their heads cut off by those flesh-eating flies."

Ryan yelled, getting to the point.

Gorgart stopped training, wiped the sweat from his body, came to Ryan and asked:

"I can trust you that you can activate Titan, but I didn't expect that you would really think of ways to solve natural disasters? You and I both know that agricultural production has been too dependent on a stable natural environment for a long time. Locust plagues may be indispensable to us. You don’t have to force yourself.”

Ryan smiled and said: "You don't have such a character. I have read many books before." He pointed to his head, referring to the books that Ryan had read before, and then said: "At least three hundred There has not been a large-scale locust plague near Turin in 2016, and it is even more unreasonable to talk about a drought. The river is nearby, and there are two ice-free rivers passing by. How could there not be enough water for irrigation.

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"The locust plague recorded in the classics originated from two factors, climate and the density of the locusts themselves. When the climate is dry, the moisture content in the soil is about 10-30%, which is the most suitable environment for locust eggs to hatch. But the land in Turin The irrigation frequency is fixed and the water is sufficient, but this condition is not met. In other words, this locust plague did not originate from Turin, but was driven from other areas. "

Gaugart wondered: "But the recent climate is indeed dry, and the two main rivers have shrunk a lot."

Ryan interrupted: "This does not affect the frequency of irrigation. Have you asked the experienced farmers working in the fields whether they have found locust larvae before? Before the insect disaster occurred, did anyone warn that the locusts were about to enter the gathering period? You No! You nobles just stay in the castle and enjoy the good life, and then occasionally show mercy to the farmers and never think about solving the problem. "

Gogart lowered his head humbly and listened to Ryan's words, which he did ignore.

However, what is certain is that the locust plague did happen suddenly. The local farmers did not find the early signs of the locust plague. But suddenly, a large group of locusts appeared in the territory of Turin and wreaked havoc.

He asked sincerely: "Then what should we do?"

Ryan said helplessly: "As I said, find three teams of people to look for traces of locust movement. I have to find the traces of their movement to judge their next target and then make preparations. By the way, as the lord, you will be in Manchuria." There must be spies in Tuoluo Principality or other lords’ territories looking for information.”

Gaugart did not deny this, nor did he say anything.

Ryan continued: "So, let your spies find out whether other lords or even the farmland of the principality have any records of drought or locust plagues. I believe we can find some key information from these messages that you have not paid attention to before. ”

Gorga nodded, suddenly frowned, and asked in a low voice:

"You mean that the locust plague might have been guided to Turin by some man-made force?"

Ryan blinked, "I didn't say anything. Lord, you can handle the political struggle behind it yourself. I will just concentrate on solving the locust plague."