Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 122 [Death] Fortress (3 more)
The ghost ship galloped at high speed, turned around several chaotic vortices, and came to an inconspicuous fog.

This mist looks no different from the fog clusters that can be seen everywhere in the spirit world, that is, it is a little wider, about half the size of Leiden City.

Driven by Mark's mind, the ghost ship turned around and passed at least three 'doors' in the mist.

The so-called door is the turbulent vortex of spiritual power suspended on the ground of the spirit world or in mid-air. Once it is sucked in, it is a typical doom.

No one knows whether it was directly torn into pieces, or thrown into the turbulent flow of time and space, unable to find a way back.

It is impossible for mortals to walk in the spirit world for a long time. If the spirit and body are separated for too long, the body will become corrupt.

So getting involved is a dead end.

However, Mark controlled a ghost ship as big as a cruiser, and he followed the connection between the Valkyrie's remnant body and limbs, and arrived at the destination in a tortuous way.

The fog in front of him cleared away, revealing a deserted sea fortress.

The pitch-black sea surface has no waves, and all the spiritual water seems to have been frozen.

Only when the ghost ship slowly approached the pier, it broke through the black water like breaking jelly.

Standing on the bow of the ship and looking at it from a distance, the style of this castle is too old to match the style of any country that Mark has known in this world.

Looking at it from a distance, the lower half of the fortress is a typical rectangle, just the top roof, which looks a bit like a large onion.

The city wall seems to be covered with plants such as creepers because of its age.

After seeing it for real, a sense of horror immediately spread through everyone's body.

"That's..." Hank's fake skeleton trembled, and it was conceivable that the complexion under the skin of his skeleton was definitely not good.

Because it is not a wall-climbing tiger at all, but countless dry hands.

Normally, after a person dies, the skin and muscles will be decomposed by microorganisms, leaving white bones at most.

This is not the case here, a strange force wraps these human arms that have been amputated to the elbow.The muscles may have dried up, but the skin and tendons probably remained.

A gust of wind blows, and these arms are like willows blowing in the wind, moving softly with the wind.

There is a square of about [-] square meters from the dilapidated stone pier to the main entrance of the fortress.It’s just that there are dry bones all over the square, and there are giant skeletons holding battle axes standing quietly all around.

These four-meter-tall skeletons were most likely demons and the like, and they could see a pair of goat horns facing the sky.They seem to have lost their vitality long ago, just holding giant axes like lampposts.

All the blades of this six-meter-long double-headed battle ax have been worn out, and the part that should be a sharp edge is not only chipped everywhere, but also extremely blunt, feeling more like a giant hammer.

Although they lowered their heads one by one, what cannot be ignored is that they are covered with thick armor. Even if the armor is also broken, the protective power is definitely still strong.

Around the square, huge totem poles and the like can be seen everywhere, with a series of twisted characters in the shape of waves engraved on them.

In other languages, Mark, a fake mystic, would probably be blinded. After taking a closer look, he found that he could understand it.

"[Death]?"

As soon as Mark opened his mouth, everyone around him felt awe-inspiring.

The [Death] here is definitely not a talkative Parthian believer, but the [Death] knight among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but I don’t know what rank the Death Knight here is.

The Apocalypse Sect has fewer knights, but they are absolute fighters, much more difficult to deal with than the Sin Sect.

Several knights felt a little bit trembling in their hearts. Hank's eyes sharpened, he glanced at his subordinates, and said coldly: "If you want to lose, why bother to fight?"

Yes!

If it hadn't been for the upstart of the Destiny family who came to rely on Mark, the few knights would not have taken the order to protect the young master.It is more comfortable to stay in the old house and guard the door.

Everyone came here with a plan.

"What are you afraid of? If you win, you will be promoted, but if you lose, you will return to the Hall of Valor!" They encouraged each other.

Mark carefully observed the structure of the fortress, and finally cast the dice of fate according to what he thought.

Direct attack: [8]!
Find the path: [12]!
Shout out: [20]! !

Mark did not bring Helena this time, and Helena stayed on the [Mechanical Ascension] in reality to watch the ship.That's all Mark has at his disposal.

Mark thought for a while: "Conrad, Hank! The few of you feigned an attack in the square to attract the attention of the enemy. If you lose the enemy, you are allowed to evacuate directly on the boat."

"My lord, what about you?" Hank was a little surprised.

"I found a path." Mark smiled mysteriously: "After I'm done, I will let the [White Pearl] come back to pick me up."

"Okay!" Conrad was unambiguous, holding a spear in his hand, and took the lead, striding forward.

He glanced at the knights behind him: "I will only demonstrate once."

He seemed unaware of the danger, and approached within five meters of a giant skeleton unintentionally.

In an instant, the giant war hammer with a length of more than six meters, the demon skeleton, was abruptly lifted high by the dry hand bones, and it struck down with a huge explosive force unimaginable by ordinary people.

"call--"

The sharp sound of breaking wind, mixed with the gust of wind, flew past Conrad's hair and beard.

The dirty, battered tomahawk slammed into Conrad's face with a force powerful enough to split a car in half.

In front of this taller skeleton, Conrad's height of just over two meters made him look like a child.

If this ax hits, it will probably be quite a bloody scene.

Strangely, the tomahawk slashed so abruptly, passing by less than five centimeters from the corner of Conrad's right forehead and the top of his right shoulder, and finally hit the muddy ground, splashing out large chunks of mud.

This action is as ridiculous as falling on the ground.

Only those with dynamic vision can see it. Just before the huge battle ax was about to hit Conrad's face, the battle spear on his right hand turned into a purple afterglow. Sweeping from left to right, it was steady He slammed on the side of the giant ax blade, deflecting the ax with absolute violence.

In the next second, Conrad strode forward and leaned down while the demon skull was slashing. His left hand lingering with dazzling lightning suddenly punched the skull's chest with a right fist.

"Crack!"

Pieces of ribs snapped off.

After penetrating into the skull's chest, Conrad's left hand full of thunder turned into a claw, grabbing the very faint light black ghost fire on the demon's skull's chest.

Immediately, the entire skeleton was under the spell of petrification, and it froze in place motionless.

It seemed that some decision had been made. After a brief pause, the skeleton freed its right arm to grab Conrad's face.

Unfortunately to no avail.

The dazzling thunder light on Conrad's left hand rapidly became bigger and stronger.

"Oh!"

Finally, the entire body of the demon skeleton exploded abruptly, turning into countless bone fragments less than one centimeter long, as well as black dust, splashing into the surrounding air.

seconds!

Hank Gerald, as the great knight of light in Sequence 6, was a bit ashamed.

In terms of rank, he is one level higher than Conrad.

In terms of actual combat, he can't keep up with flattery.

With just one glance, Conrad saw through the weakness of the Demon Skull, which was his innate fighting instinct and the experience gained from life and death fights.

Although Hank and the others have also experienced the battle of the nest, in the final analysis, they are just academic knights cultivated by the family, and their combat experience is far from enough.

Feeling a little shame, it stimulated the competitive spirit of the knights. They waved brand-new cross swords, and in groups of three, they rushed towards the demon skeletons on the square.

"Oh?" In the hall on the top floor of the fortress, a burly figure in full armor broke the silence here. He stood up with a bang, and then stroked the beloved horse that was approaching beside him.

The strange warhorse with fluorescent green snorted, and then stretched out its thick tongue full of barbs, like a mace, to lick the knight, making a harsh metal scratching sound on his gauntlets.

"It's too boring. I'll just go down and see if this team of desperate guys can bring me...a surprise." The knight turned on his horse, rode this miserable green horse, and rushed out of the hall like this, and then from the hall The hole in the middle of the huge spiral staircase at the main entrance, jumped down...

On the other side, Mark came to a corner on the right side of the square in a hidden state.

There is a pool of water with green hair floating on the surface of the water.

"Don't! Don't even enter this dirty pool even if you kill me." For some reason, the Bison girl got awkward.

Mark resorted to the lore: "May I make Xiaolongbao for you?"

"Uh."

"Extra soy milk? Roujiamo?"

"Woooo! I'm going! Can't I go?" Bison cried and shouted, and then he became Bison's bastard again.

No matter how many times he watched it, Mark felt that his IQ was lost when he saw Byson, who only had four [funny] eyeballs of the same style.

"Alas!" He had no choice but to enter the body of this illusory bastard, and slowly sank into the pool.

Sure enough, this waterway is not a good way.

After sinking for a while, I saw the hands of the dead growing on the wall of the cave less than ten meters in diameter.

Just seeing it makes me think it's time to drop the san value.

Fortunately, after being abused by this weird world for a long time, at least I have a little resistance.

Mark, alone and two [abnormal], resisted the unhappiness in his heart, and quickly passed the waterway with a total length of about 100 meters.

When they were about to surface the water, through the water refracted by the light, they vaguely saw an old man wrapped in a red blanket sitting on a rocking chair at the only door by the pool.

Under the eerie green light, the old man stared at this equally calm underground lake with calm eyes.

"Do you want to go there?" Byson asked Mark in the soul circuit.

Mark shook his head: "Did you notice that this old man exudes a human breath on his exposed face and hands, while the rest of the place wrapped by the red carpet is gray and without the light of a soul."

"Disgusting—" Byson made a disgusted sound.

The lake always seems to be that lake.Suddenly, there was a splash of water, and a hand that was supposed to be on the wall of the cave in the water flew out inexplicably.

The old man let out an "um", and made a movement of driving away with his left hand.The palm of that skinny ghost hand split open, revealing a pair of red eyes.

The eyes seemed to look around for a while, and it didn't know why it suddenly came to the surface of the water.It didn't care about the old man's driving. It stood upside down with its hand, using its fingers as its feet, walked crookedly for dozens of steps, and finally jumped back into the water.

Everything was calm again.

The old man didn't notice that a sneaky figure, stepping on the hidden spiritual thread hanging high in the air, leaped past his head and quietly entered the fortress.

　make up for last night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)