Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 132 The Most Ruthless Imperial Family
After Mark stated his plan, it was really harsh in the ears of the leaders of various factions.

"It's crazy. You actually want to shoot Extraordinary people like cannonballs." The speaker was Bishop Du Pont of the Reincarnation Sect.

It's a pity that no one listened to his words.

The situation of the scene is a bit delicate.

It stands to reason that it would never be the turn of a Doctor Who to speak out.

It's just that the major orthodox churches have been devastated for a while, and there is no one that has not been beaten.

Everyone has figured it out, and it is very likely that the opposite is a "blasphemy ritual performed by cult rookies to show off their skills".

The newcomers of the orthodox church want to stand out, so why not the newcomers of the evil way?

Every year, there will be some daring rookies from the evil sect who do not know how to live or die, and challenge the orthodox sect alliance in various unimaginable ways.

In general, the winning and losing conditions are the default-see if the cult rookie can publicly complete his series of blasphemy rituals.Done, he wins.If the orthodox sect dispatches a power beyond the mortal world to directly destroy the ceremony, and that guy can run away, he will be considered a winner.

On the contrary, if the orthodox sect uses conventional force to solve the problem, it will mean that the cult newcomer fails the challenge and becomes another cannon fodder and a negative teaching material.

In the past few decades, there are only a handful of newcomers from the evil sect who can complete such a challenge. The last one was the newcomer who was baptized by the blood moon ten years ago, the [war] knight Gu Xin of the Apocalypse sect.

He didn't finish the baptism, didn't even reach the opera house, but he slaughtered all his opponents and escaped from the baptism.

Now the orthodox church has a headache. They don't even know who the other party is. They take turns to make a fool of themselves, and they don't even know which faction they belong to.

It was against this background that Mark’s success became a matter of course—you are not good enough, so newcomers are not allowed to try?

Storm War Festival Gascoigne stroked his beard, and he made no secret of his admiration for Mark.There are some things on the battlefield that cannot be hidden from anyone.

The faction of the God of Knowledge, which has always been absolutely neutral, took action, which was surprising at first. After asking, it turned out that it was the believer of the God of Knowledge hanging in the Church of Evernight, the [Wap's Great Hero] Mark Destiny .No wonder.

The guys from the Church of the Storm are just so cute. If you help me, I will treat you as a good friend.

Gascoigne was the first to say: "Let him try."

With him in the lead, Albert from the Church of Light and Night echoed: "Agreed."

Originally, it was Old Brown who had the final say here, but his faction had just suffered a big loss, and the right to speak dropped rapidly.

You can't, why don't you give others a try?
He snorted coldly, not objecting.

The two major sects reached a provisional agreement, and the other churches had no reason to object.

This is a model of a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Mark didn't care about other people's eyes, and began to discuss the implementation details. This scene fell into the eyes of many caring people.

Melina, the priest of wealth, half-closed her eyes and looked at Mark intently. She suddenly turned to her deputy and said, "After the meeting is over, send a greeting card to those around him."

"Wait?" The deputy froze for a moment.

"Of course, it's not interesting afterwards."

"Priest, do you value him very much?"

"Hehe! I'm really surprised that the Destiny family can still produce such a vigorous young man."

"Old families are always respectable."

"No no no! Looting, defrauding, building, no matter how you rise, the first generation has the right to receive praise. This is a matter of course. But without their own efforts and strength, wealth, fame and power are obtained solely by blood ties The fellow is not entitled to the honor. This young man is clearly an anomaly."

"Understood, your will will be implemented with the highest priority."

The Church of Wealth, a church that does not have a powerful force, its way of survival is not to fight against the world, but to have both sides.No one will ever know how much it has invested in various forces.

Interestingly, the first visitor Mark greeted after the meeting was not Fortune Church, but an envoy from the Wright royal family.

When Hank Gerrard briefed, Mark froze for a moment. He didn't remember his dealings with the royal family.

After thinking about it for a while, he still met the emissary dressed as a butler.

The butler with a gray beard handed over his identification, including a royal badge to prove his identity, and a letter sealed with wax paint.

Mark opened it and saw that there was only one sentence written on it: [Mr. James LeMay is deeply trusted by His Majesty the Emperor Nicholas III. 】

"What? Instead of begging Cardinal Brown, you came to me instead?"

"Because, His Majesty is related to the one whom Your Excellency took away at Le Mans Manor." The butler bowed deeply.He avoided the big deal and didn't talk about the old Brown who had already failed once.

Minnie...?

Mark couldn't help feeling that the royal family gave him a small sum of money back then.Now Minnie is his closest partner, so I have to give this face.

"And then?" Mark didn't even lift his eyelids.

"The royal family did not announce it. In fact, a member of the royal family was lost on the [Lamington]." The steward was puzzled: "The royal family can accept a hero who defeated the demon or resisted the erosion of the demon's spirit, but the royal family There can be no stains."

When the butler mentioned this, Mark suddenly realized.

Either the royals leave in good health and well-being, or they don't.It's a small thing to be mad, but it's a big scandal if this one goes indecently.

"What do you want me to do?"

"If it doesn't happen, it's fine. If it happens, you will know. Please 'seriously' confirm the condition of that person."

The butler's words made Mark deeply understand what it means to be "the most ruthless emperor's family".

Mark suddenly felt a little sick.

The butler added: "No matter which one, Your Excellency will gain the friendship of the Wright royal family."

"Let's talk about it. You can leave." Mark dismissed the housekeeper like a fly.

Sure enough, after Mr. Butler went out, he turned into a separate VIP waiting room within a short distance.

The guards here are all royal guards.

An elegantly dressed man hid in the shadows without showing his face. Seeing the butler come back, he asked in a deep voice, "How is it?"

"He didn't like it, but he didn't refuse."

"Oh! If only my baby could come back safely."

"Your Majesty, I must remind you that it has been three days."

"Ai! My imperial sister was like this back then, I never expected... Alas—"

The affairs of the royal family are destined to be just an episode, and Mark has no time to care about them.

Time is very tight, 12 hours have passed since Mark arrived.

As night fell, Mark entered the spirit world again.

This time, it was a spiritual battleship borrowed by the Church of Fortune who was in charge of the feint attack.

It is better to say that it is a small gunboat than a battleship.

This 30-meter-long boat was just an inland river patrol gunboat in the Wright Empire.It's just a disaster, and I was involved in an [abnormal] inexplicably.After being purified by Bishop Guangming, it was purchased by Fortune Church.

It can't be said to be very strong, but the combination of three single-tube 100mm psionic cannons at the bow and stern is still a bit powerful.

Especially now that the cruise ship's artillery has been blasted off, this spirit world gunboat can be sloppy as a diversion.

"Boom boom boom!" The members of the gunboat, who knew their mission very well, raced desperately.Driven by the modified psychic magic circle, the gunboat blasted out at a god-level speed of 33 knots in the spirit world.

When such a speedboat circles an irregular S-curve, the cruise ship's cannons really can't do anything to this small gunboat.

At this time, Dean Margaret's 'flying saucer' went over and fired a few shots, forming a secondary containment, and then slipped away.

The dense spiritual power space in the spirit world makes the battle return to the naval battle of the old era, and most of the victors are decided within the visual range.

When the few artillery were pinned down, Mark sat on a mutant blue whale provided by the Church of the Storm, loaded it with his own 800mm mortar, and launched a surprise attack directly.

"This time, I want the first one." Vivienne looked at Mark firmly and said emphatically, "I insist!"

Mark hesitated for a moment, he knew that this girl's competitive spirit was on the rise, and without hesitation, he nodded: "Okay."

Vivian's slender body got into the fat cannon barrel, and patted the cannon barrel: "I'm ready."

"..." Mark suddenly wanted to ask, "Aren't you worried that I'll shoot you into a ditch, or a corner of the spiritual world?"

"Then I will despise you to the death." Vivienne gave Mark a gouged look.

It is impossible to shoot crookedly.

This batch of artillery relies on the mysterious monocular to lock the target. Once locked with will, it will produce a psionic mark that the enemy cannot perceive.

It is an exaggeration to say that this is the law of cause and effect.

Mark is only responsible for the 'result' of hitting, and firing the cannon is the 'cause', but how the shells fly and whether there are any weird things like [Cannon Fighting Technique] are another problem.

The opponent only has the option of forcefully attacking or blocking, and there is no question of whether they are hit or not.

Without any more words, Mark had a thought, and this cannon, which looked like a ghost cannon, started the shooting procedure by itself.

In an instant, a large amount of spiritual power evaporated from the bottom of the flat cannon barrel.

Countless spiritual threads twisted and circled, slowly turning around Vivian's legs.

This was a feeling like entering a dream, which made Vivienne a little nervous and closed her eyes subconsciously.

Just then, the cannon rang.

The terrible momentary impact did not come, and the feeling of acceleration was extremely silky from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic.

The next moment, Vivian opened her eyes, and found that the surrounding scenery was passing by the corners of her eyes at a speed that her dynamic vision could still keep up with.

The initial speed of 300 meters per second is not too fast, but it is enough to pass through the defense of the black mist.

Passing through the interception of the black mist with great accuracy, Vivienne slammed into the torn opening of the cruise ship.

(End of this chapter)