Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 209 Broken Corridor
Natasha and Boris instantly petrified.

Anastasia couldn't help but smile wryly after a brief astonishment.

Correct!
She had to admit that she had misread Mark.Leaving Bill's empire and coming to this strange land, she had to face all kinds of strange folk customs and emergent situations, but at the same time she got a lot of information about Mark's past.

Jealousy!

Get rid of evil!

This was her first feeling after seeing the information.

Mark is like a hero praised by countless bards in mythology. He turned out to kill all the demons and ghosts who dared to jump out, and won the praise of countless people.

But like many people, she subconsciously ignored his origin from the God of Knowledge religion, and ignored the unbearable past when he was abandoned by his grandfather in the camp of kindness and law.

Although there is such a sentence in the evaluation of the staff officers that "Mark Destiny probably has a strong dislike for the righteous side, what his grandfather believed in and loved was what he rejected", but looking at what Mark did Because, it is indeed easy for people to ignore all this.

Especially when she saw that Mark forced thousands of Bolivar rebel soldiers and civilians to surrender in Bolivar, and avoided losing their lives, she felt more like 'Mark is a great saint'.

Now it seems that she has indeed misjudged Mark's character.

Now she felt that Mark was an out-and-out Wright person in his bones, and he didn't care about the life and death of the Bill people.It’s okay to review what Mark did and interpret it as an unscrupulous way to climb up, but most of him choose to stand on the side of the good camp.

Anastasia's mouth was full of bitterness, but she had no regrets.

She knew that she didn't have a decent bargaining chip, so she straightened her back and puffed her chest out: "Then how can you maintain this tacit understanding?"

Mark's smile became even more mysterious: "My favor is not easy to owe. However, if you swear in the name of the Ice and Snow Goddess, if the Ice and Snow Goddess does not repay the favor, then you and all the Ice and Snow Cultists you have saved will voluntarily become […] Abandoned by God]...then it's not impossible for me to continue to maintain this tacit understanding."

The faces of Anastasia and her two core assistants faded instantly.

【Abandoned by God】are poor people who have been abandoned by God.

Is an orphan!
It's the outcast!
It is the most humble existence that is looked down upon by other gods.

Normally, the gods would rather win over some mortals who have no faith, and would not accept exiles that other gods do not want.

In the God Realm, this is a thing equivalent to the brand of a slave, and it is quite eye-catching.

Until now, Mark has finally revealed his true thoughts—he cannot touch believers from other families.And he couldn't afford to raise believers for other gods.This is definitely a thankless task.

If a believer converts, he can convert to you today, and he can convert to someone else tomorrow.

Mark didn't even think about whether to become a god in this world, let alone such a thing.

However, he was unwilling to let go of the threads of fate hidden behind Anastasia, so he wanted to hang the goddess of ice and snow out.

This is how I can help you, but your goddess has to pay off the debt.If the debt is not repaid, then you are the collateral.

By doing this, Mark kicked the ball back to Anastasia—if you believe that your goddess will really come to save you, then please place a bet.If you don't believe... you'd better convert now.

Her Royal Highness bit her lip, her face was very ugly, and finally she said: "Then how long can you maintain this tacit understanding?"

Mark put up a finger: "One year!"

Not long, not short.

During this year, the saint has enough time to save her own believers.Conversely, if a year has passed and the goddess of ice and snow has not expressed, then these exiles will not only not be blessed by Mark, but may even become Mark's servants.Either it is an enemy of this terrifying existence that has great influence in the Gemini Goddess Cult.

The three saintesses exchanged glances with each other, and finally the saintess nodded: "It's a deal."

"Very good! Within one year, you will have the friendship between me and the Destiny family. Similarly, the Lisa Federation will not trouble you."

The three saintesses walked out the door a little lonely.

then……

Mark's best babysitter—the goddess Barbara came to visit again with a swaying figure.

Anastasia bowed and waited for the goddess to pass by, then glanced at the back of the goddess whose eyes were above the top.

She suddenly realized something.

'That swimming pool' is really not something she can go to if she wants to!
She was a little annoyed.

The days that followed seemed a little uneventful.

The main thing is to wait for the transformation of the four dreadnoughts. Even if Ivanov and the local Mechanic God workshop work together, it will still take half a year.

With the assistance of the goddess Barbara, Minnie began to try to fuse the body of the Valkyrie.

And Mark, apart from reading extraordinary books, is studying the use of the power of destiny.

The time has entered April [-]st.

That night, when Mark was extremely tired and fell asleep, a mysterious whisper came out of nowhere.

Before he could react, the surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically.

Marianne and Yolanda, who should have been by his side, were gone, and he was not wearing pajamas, but a black samurai suit he had never seen before.

What unfolded before him was a broken corridor suspended in the void.

At the foot of the mark is the top of a very Byzantine building.

However, the golden roof presents a fragmented scene, pieces of tile-like things just exploded and suspended in mid-air.

Connecting these broken tiles are theoretically silver threads, on which translucent water seems to flicker and flow.

Mark threw a good tile in the past, and when the tile flew into the air, it suddenly split into four irregular pieces.

"hiss!"

Mark gasped.

"Space tear?"

He carefully looked at the silk thread, squinted his eyes, and slowly took a step forward, took out his beloved 40mm revolver from his waist, and gently pulled the trigger on the silk thread.

"Oh!"

Strangely, the grenade containing the divine power did not explode. It hit the silk thread like an iron lump, rolled around, bounced to the side, and stopped motionless.

Just hanging in mid-air.

"This……"

Mark diffused his perception.

Just like that, he discovered no less than thirty spatial turbulences.

It is impossible to perceive what is on the opposite side of this ultra-small space vortex, which is theoretically only the size of a bowl, but Mark absolutely does not want to change himself from a three-dimensional existence to a two-dimensional existence abruptly.

Moreover, he felt more wrong.

In theory, his body is still his body, obviously stronger, with more well-proportioned muscle lines, as if he is a natural swordsman, rather than a strange man who seems to be a decathlon.

Uh, it was only then that he realized that he was carrying a two-handed sword with a length of at least 1.5 meters on his back.

"...Since when did I become a swordsman?"

However, all his subordinates disappeared, and Mark knew that it was useless for him to stay here.

Gritting his teeth, he had to start an unknown adventure.

(End of this chapter)