Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

The two storm-type powerhouses were not there, but Helena was in the manor.

Mark held a newspaper between his legs and sat on the main seat with his legs crossed. Hank stood on his left, Helena and Rosalin on his right, and he set up this posture to meet those guys from [All Worlds Return to One Meeting].

At first glance, the clothes of these guys...

High emotional intelligence: quite abstract.

Low EQ: Stitches!

It cannot be said that they are dressed in rags, only that they are dressed enough to persecute any obsessive-compulsive disorder patient in the world.

It's like the guy who takes the lead, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a hermaphrodite.

The blond hair on the left side of this guy is combed back, while the right side is deliberately dyed into knots and ghostly silver rings, and is also braided in an upside-down braid.

The left eye has no eyebrows, and the right eye has no eyeballs.

The left cheekbone is high, the right face is sunken, and even the lips are cut in the middle and split into two halves.

Not to mention the clothes, the armor on the left and the ordinary Chinese clothes on the right.

The lower body is trousers on one side and a flared skirt on the other.

People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts!
Not to mention the two women around Mark, even Hank, a big man, frowned deeply.

The traditional bright knights hate this kind of strange clothes and yin and yang strange things.

He didn't drive it out with his hands, because Mark didn't speak.

The guard knights who followed the intersex people never let go of their sword hilts.

As it turns out, you can never be too careful with bad guys.

As soon as he entered the living room door, the psychopath in the lead raised his arms high and shouted in a hoarse and inflected voice.

Mark noticed that the right arm exposed from the sleeve of the Chinese robe was as skinny as a stick, while the left arm in the gauntlet was as strong as a bull.

"Stupid people! You don't even know the greatness of [All Worlds Returning to One Meeting]! All worlds will eventually be destroyed and merged into the unique master world! Only we can lead you to the only future. You don't want to follow this doomed broken world." The world will perish together, then kneel down! Surrender! This is for your own good—”

A sense of ignorance and ignorance came over his face, which made Mark laugh out of anger.

Who are you fooling?Fooling a time traveler and a follower of the God of Knowledge?

Without Mark making a sound, Hank has already yelled sternly: "Bold cultist! You dare to be presumptuous in front of my lord!"

This time, several guarding knights couldn't bear it anymore, and they all drew their swords out of their sheaths.

"Ignorant lunatics! I'll show you the power of the myriad realms! So that you can surrender!" After the guy screamed, he was really capable.

The scene of the living room near the door suddenly became distorted, dim and broken!

The scene in half of the hall looked like it was embedded in a broken mirror. One of the knights in the broken scene was horrified to see that the long sword in his hand showed unnatural multi-section twists.

This is not some kind of visual deception with the naked eye. He really found that the light power he injected into the cross sword only extended to 10 centimeters above the tsuba and then stagnated, as if he was holding a broken sword in his hand .

The door of the living room, which was intact and clear in the field of vision a second ago, suddenly split into dozens of pieces, and each irregular fragment reflected a picture that did not belong to this place.

Mark noticed that among them was the city of St. Leighton, the port of Ostedding, and some unfamiliar city scenes.

All the pictures are cut into fragments, like the picture-in-picture function in the big TV on the earth.

For a moment, Mark thought he was the old man in the monitoring room.

This is not done by technological means, it is a complete secret technique.

With such a move alone, Mark must admit that the opponent's strength is not weak.

"Thousands of worlds! I teach the only one!"

"Since seeing the future, why not worship?"

Accompanied by the babbling incantations of these magic wands, like the cracks of shattered glass, the suspected scene of space rupture rapidly extended to the direction of Mark.

In the next breath, the rupture will spread to Mark.

At this moment, an extremely mysterious force suddenly emerged from the hall inside, firmly stuck in the cracked space lines.

It was so close that it spread to Mark's men.

It's a pity that sometimes the late ruler is the end of the world!
No matter how the guy in the lead howls and howls, life and death can't be extended to Mark's side.

No no no no!

"Why? Mark Destiny, what the hell have you done? You evil heretic!" The leader screamed, constantly agitating the mysterious and evil power in his body, making the space scene continue to squirm, trying to look like a wild boar Arching soil generally allows it to invade Mark's side.

However, no matter how hard they urged the valley, Mark's side remained motionless.

Both the knights and Rosalind cast admiring gazes at Mark.

Regardless of the fact that Rosalin's rank is one level higher than Mark's, she really didn't see what kind of power Mark used to resist the power of this suspected space.

Well, in fact, someone doesn't even know it himself.

He could only confirm that the grade of that [Newspaper] seemed ridiculously high.

At this moment, a strange sound like fried beans suddenly came to everyone's ears. Everyone followed the sound and saw that the evil leader who was not good at cheating had an accident himself.

No one touched him.

Every inch of this guy's skin exposed to the air began to explode from the inside out, and within a few breaths, his body was already dripping with blood, and some white bones mixed with bright red flesh and blood popped out of some wounds.

However, this lunatic seemed to ignore the terrible pain comparable to Ling Chi, and continued to yell nervously as he blew himself up: "Heretic! You can't kill me! The other me will soon cross the space, yes You in this dimension—you dare to resist the mere ants of the true god, and you will be punished with destruction! Hahaha!"

Mark is almost immune to this kind of profanity full of evil power, which does not mean that the people around him are the same.

This guy was just screaming and cursing, which made Hank and the two girls feel nausea, chills, fear, and pain like being scraped, and there was a terrible urge to kill themselves first.

Their spiritual sea was obviously invaded, and they even began to hear some non-existent noises.

They covered their heads and wailed and knelt down, feeling that all the nerves in their bodies were forcibly torn by the position of their heads.

This time, Mark finally couldn't bear it anymore.

18 profane flying swords fiercely shot at them.

"Ahhh!"

"How dare you fight back!?"

The few people on the opposite side were also in pain, as if their muscles were being eaten by thousands of ants, they were painful and tortured.

It's just that they are not dead yet!

It seems that, as they claim, they are transcendent existences in multiple dimensions.

The next scene was simply a large-scale torture scene.

Be cruel to others and be cruel to yourself.

Mark finally couldn't help but shouted: "You guys back off first!"

Hearing the words, the subordinates stepped back with difficulty, trying to leave through the side door of the living room.

But how could the other party just let the people around Mark run away like this, it seemed that Mark cared more about them, this group of lunatics screamed and threw mental pollutants at them through the air.

"Huh!" Mark snorted coldly, and the imaginary big mouth of [The Devourer] immediately appeared from the floor, swallowing everything in half the living room in one gulp.

Heck!
Mark saw with his own eyes that most of the living room on the first floor disappeared into the void.

The lunatics on the opposite side were also swallowed, and their asymmetrical bodies were 'massaged' by the thousands of fangs of the [Devourer], but the phantoms of a few lunatics still remained in place.

They don't seem to be in this world, but in the gap between the real world and an unknown world.

Although Mark couldn't hear their sharp curses, seeing their ghost-like figures, watching them continue to dance and point at him with hideous faces, Mark knew that the matter was not over.

For a long time.

Mark hadn't tried it for a long time. Instead of asking about the direction of fate, he simply cast the dice of fate by judging events.

This time, he really shot with anger.

"Someone help me kick these bastards into my main plane!"

The dice were cast.

A wonderful [20] points!

Mark was not surprised by this, but the opposite.

Suddenly, an imaginary foot came out of nowhere from the backs of the guys on the opposite side, and kicked them like dog shit.

Seeing the figures of a few guys change from virtual to real, and they jumped in front of him, Mark was happy.

"You... don't you really think that I can't deal with you?"