Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 117 Mysterious Records (3 more)
Seeing the card slot, and then looking at the side, the god damn meow actually has an energy slot and...a place where the soul should theoretically be placed.

Mark couldn't hold back a little.

The first thought in his mind was all kinds of weird novels: "You can beat my body, but you can't beat my heart.", "I just want your body. Hahaha!"

Then you really want to take that guy's body and get in with an obedient soul?

Mark's mind was in a mess, because he really recalled the events in the church books where some strong men were forced to fall.Of course, this has little to do with the Hall of Valor, but it is obvious that the gods also have the habit of plundering each other's heroic spirits and angels and transforming them into their own subordinates.

Mark took out a large stack of Blood Moon cards and suddenly smiled wryly.

If it is operated in the way of a psychic circle, it can only summon soul puppets who have no brains, only listen to basic orders and follow their own fighting instincts.

What happens if you insert the card into it?

Mark wondered, if the spirit body in the card is used as the basis, and the soul of the knight who is loyal to him is injected, what power will the knight come out of?If you still use the power of the card, it will be a bit painful.

Except for the Temple of Reincarnation, most of the Blood Moon cards in Mark's hand belonged to the evil faction.The power of the Temple of Reincarnation tends to deal with spirits, and he doesn't want to use it.

The more usable ones are a dancer card named [Bonnie Dolan] and a card named [Vince Ludian], a knight of light protection. They are before the stage performance of the blood moon baptism. Volunteering to be the former evil spirit of the card in his hand.

It's a pity that it only has the strength of A-level, and when converted, it is at most the level of Sequence 7.

Letting them out now is a bit tasteless. When Mark is far away from the storm, getting the heroic spirits out in advance will not be of much use except for consuming spiritual power.

As a short-term summon, it is enough for him to have the puppet of the Mechanicus.

After thinking again and again, Mark decided to temporarily shelve the plan to cultivate heroic spirits.

It's very simple, he lacks a channel to purify the spirit body, and the Hall of Valor can be heard at first glance, and it probably needs a lot of spiritual power to maintain it.After opening, it is still unknown whether it can be stopped.There is a high probability that it is not enough for him to purify the spirit matter left by the demon general.

Originally, with spiritual power, he could probably make do with that mysterious newspaper.

It's a pity that after practice, [Newspaper] can certainly absorb the spiritual power of the surrounding land, but the scope is limited, and it cannot conflict with the existing spiritual power extraction system.

It should be noted that the churches of all churches are built on the spiritual veins. If opening the [newspaper] interferes with the other party's absorption of the spiritual power of the earth, it means a more serious invasion.

So at this stage, this Hall of Valor that belongs to him cannot be opened casually.

It was a pity to leave the sarcophagus, Mark suddenly let out a "huh", and a soul voice told him that there was a secret room behind the sarcophagus.

It's a bit embarrassing to say, the door of the secret room is a huge mural, and the guy on the mural is exactly himself.

In the painting, Mark is imposing, with divine eyes looking into the distance, holding a tome with the emblem of the God of Knowledge in his left hand, and holding a gun in his right hand pointing in the same direction as his line of sight.

He trampled on the corpse of that tragic demon general.

And Minnie, Helena, Conrad and others surrounded him.

This painting somehow came to be, full of the eulogy common to the Church of the Godstick.

Just looking at this 'self-portrait', Mark became a little irritable.

But with one thought, the murals and the seemingly solid walls disappeared, revealing a spacious secret room.The entire secret room was empty, except for a thick tome on the first desk on the left hand side of the door.

This is a record of being ingested into Mark's soul while blowing up the [Lair].

Mark opened the large book covered with unknown leather, and turned the pages made of parchment-like material. Lines of text that he had never seen before emerged from the slightly yellowed pages.

Words, he can't understand.

This does not prevent the font from communicating with the soul, directly crossing the barrier of language, and turning it into the language of the soul that he understands.

[July 999, 7 in the calendar of the God of Balaam.I, XXX, was ordered by XXX Supreme God to establish an outpost in this space crack that is extremely close to the real plane. 】

The name appearing here seems to have become some kind of lost taboo. Mark tried to touch the name, but his finger bounced back.He can only guess that these names have been jointly blocked and spurned by the next batch of gods, and even the names have been banned by some mysterious law, not allowing them to appear in this world.

Mark read on.

[August 8th.The outpost was established fairly smoothly, despite being harassed by those 'greedy' guys, we managed to hold it. 】

[September 9rd.Too bad the entire 3th Legion has lost contact.They weren't simply wiped out, what the hell was going on? 】

[October 10.Hell, how could the scale of this spiritual storm be so large?There is a crack in my lord's kingdom of God?My Lord is XXXX of XXXX! 】

What follows is more than 20 battle records, just the date and who they fought against, all blacked out by mysterious forces.I could barely see the words [Battle] and [Storm].

[November 11, farewell, my lord!I am your most loyal XXX]

There is no record here.

Mark flipped down and saw nothing but a blank.

He rubbed his chin: "Obviously, since the old era, there has been a great cleansing once in a thousand years. The gods know about it, otherwise they would not have sent forwards in advance. It can be judged from the fact that the Church of [Greed] is still alive. Maybe the demon god has some way to avoid the purge?"

"Then this supposedly powerful god miscalculated, and his divine kingdom began to collapse."

"There is so little information."

"However, judging from the fact that this Shenzhan arsenal was not completely destroyed, it became a [lair] of powerful demons as a forward base to erode the real world. The destructive power of that storm seems to be limited?"

"Or maybe all the angels are dead, leaving only the factory? Then what do you want the factory to do?"

"It's totally pointless to do that."

"If I got this factory, but 'lost the land', what would I do here?"

Mark shook his head to drive these bad thoughts out of his mind, closed the big book, turned and walked out of the Hall of Valor.

"Huh?" Mark noticed that there was actually a lake of souls behind the Hall of Valor.

Walking over, Mark saw a small wooden pier. The 'ghost ship' used for sailing in the spirit world last time was still moored on the pier.

As if lost in memory, Mark subconsciously walked onto the boat, entered his cabin, and saw the remnant body of the Valkyrie still lying on his bed.

He was surprised to notice that the spiritual thread at the gap of Valkyrie's left shoulder had thickened.

"This is……"

Mark realized it, and with a thought, he returned to reality.

Looking at the steel ceiling above his head, Mark was a little disappointed.

He somewhat understands that in this world where all the gods are about to go to the street, pursuing the so-called godhead does not make much sense.There is a high probability that the real plane will become the main battlefield. It is the last word to improve one's own strength and gain a foothold in the main battlefield.

There was no time for him to rest.

Mark walked out of the door and came to the bottom of the ship, which is Helena's workshop.

Although various sound insulation measures have been taken, when going down the stairs to the lowest floor, the sharp and harsh sound of the lathe is still heard.

There was a [Do Not Disturb] sign on the door, but Mark pushed the door lightly and went in.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see a slim and fit figure operating a huge milling machine, using a milling cutter to process a shield.

Compared with the traditional slow cutting with a chisel and axe, the milling cutter is more efficient and brings greater risks.

After all, when the shield embryo is forged, [sun sand], which is the easiest to exert the light power, is used. This kind of extremely fine gravel can certainly strengthen the light power of the shield. As a price, it will become quite difficult to process. Wen is not allowed to make any mistakes, one miss will destroy the frontal shield.

To process metal tons mixed with [solar sand], it is necessary to turn on the light circle during processing, which makes the temperature near the lathe reach an exaggerated sixty degrees Celsius.

Even wearing protective clothing, it is still as hot as a steamer.

Mark quietly watched Helena's work until the shield was processed in one go, and then slowly stopped the high-speed rotating milling cutter and turned off the heated bright circle.

When Helena stopped and took off the tight protective clothing, she was stunned when she saw Mark behind her.

"Ah! Young Master...Mark, I...well, when did you come here?" Helena lowered her head, her hands were nowhere to rest, she seemed to feel that her hands with calluses were not good-looking after using tools all the year round. He retracted his hands behind his back.

As a result, as soon as she retreated, Mark grabbed her left hand.

"Hey, is this the same girl who rushed over desperately that day? It seems like a different person. Don't run away, I think we need to have a good talk."

"That time, I offended, uh, I'm sorry..." Helena spoke incoherently, wanting to retreat but couldn't retreat, her eyes had nowhere to place their focus.

Mark grabbed her arms with both hands, making her feel like an ostrich.

According to common sense, Mark felt that Helena would not run away and should be able to calm down and talk to him.

Unexpectedly, Helena seemed to be stimulated by something, or she must have the courage to fight it out.

Her body sank suddenly, and she did a very standard hug and wrestling movement commonly used in wrestling. She put her arms around Mark's waist, rushed forward, and pressed Mark on the sofa beside the lathe on the spot.

Condescendingly looking down at Mark, with the teardrops falling like pearl threads, her red lips shot out words like a machine gun:

"What are you talking about? What do you want me to talk about? I'm just a stupid illegitimate daughter raised by a mechanic. I don't know anything about literature, music, dancing, and I don't have that talent. I have nothing but fighting and tinkering with machinery." Yes. My hands are full of calluses, and I am covered in oil all day long. Mark, do you dislike me like this?"

Mark froze for a moment: "Dislike? No! I have never disliked you."

Now, it's Helena's turn to fix it.Seeing that there was no falsehood in Mark's clear eyes, she burst into tears and smiled suddenly: "You really don't dislike it?"

"Of course not!" Mark said categorically, and he regretted it.

Because Helena's next sentence was impressively: "Prove it to me!"

(End of this chapter)