Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 212 Don't Stop
As a time traveler from the celestial dynasty, Mark never believed in God, because the so-called heaven never gave him comfort, and the so-called hell never gave him torture.

After coming here and finding that the so-called gods were not so reliable, Mark believed in his own power even more.

It's just that Mark never thought that [Fate Reconciliation] could be used here.

Do not!
He hadn't even thought about the scene in the vision of fate: he could clearly see that a bunch of threads of fate from another world were being perfectly woven into his villain of fate.

Mark's first reaction was to reject these nonsensical fate weaving threads.

However, when he touched this cluster of destiny threads, he was stunned.

It was a memory.

Another Marc Destiny memory!
Just looking at it, Mark heard a phantom sound—it was the sound of the wind passing through the canopy, shaking people's hearts.It is very similar to the BGM in the horror movie that symbolizes the night when the nightmare is about to come.

Suddenly, a figure who was curled up in the shadow of the tent stood up.

That's Mark, the two-handed swordsman!

'He' clenched the big sword in his hand, embarked on a dark and elusive road, and walked into a majestic castle full of strange atmosphere.

He has to face a nightmare that only belongs to him.

When he walked into this seemingly empty castle, but candles were lit on the walls, the light of those flickering candles suddenly went out.

After the few light sources suddenly disappeared, the darkness seemed to be stretched.

The four walls of the castle were engulfed in thick darkness, but the deepest part of the castle seemed to have light again.

The two-handed swordsman Mark blinked his inexplicably heavy eyelids, ignored the shadows outside the castle window, ignored the faint singing voices floating in the distance, and walked firmly into the depths of the castle.

Mark himself grinned when he saw this.

A two-handed swordsman bravely broke into the magic cave?
Are you stupid?
Not surprisingly.

Soon...

"Shhhhhh!"

Two-handed swordsman Mark belched.

Including the key points of the heart, he died with 18 arrows in his body, a miserable death.

For this situation of [the number of dead ghost marks + 1], Mark himself has long been unable to complain.

For a moment, he almost thought it was a prank dream.

"Is there another parallel world where the aborigine Mark died so badly?"

But the posture of the two-handed swordsman Mark when he belched stunned someone who was watching the show.

"This pose..."

The posture of the two-handed swordsman before he died was weird at best in the eyes of others, but to the traveler, this was simply enlightenment, and suddenly woke up a certain traveler.

Before dying, the swordsman threw himself on the ground, holding the long sword in his right hand, with the edge of the sword facing the soles of his feet.The key is that his left hand is slightly bent, and the extended index finger is stained with his own blood, and several Chinese characters are written.

【Don't stop】!
Before his death, the two-handed swordsman Mark uttered with the roar of his soul. The seemingly empty but incomparably real phantom sounds crossed the gap between time and space, broke into the long river of fate, and finally reached Mark's ears.

"Mark? I don't think I've heard that name before!"

"There are different Marks in different worlds, right?"

"That's right, everything we have done so far is not in vain, as long as we don't stop, there will be a way ahead!"

"Our destination is not important at all, as long as we keep going, as long as we don't stop, the road is ahead! I will not stop, as long as the 'Mark' who holds the fate of all 'Marks' is waiting ahead Us! Our sacrifice counts."

After Mark suddenly woke up from the memory of another 'self', his face was full of horror and astonishment.

If the previous idea about parallel worlds was just a guess, it is basically a real hammer now.

Not only is there really another parallel world, but there is also another him who is a time traveler.

So, what happened in the other parallel world?
Is it still the same as here?

Mark asked about this thread of fate, but got no answer.

At the root of the weaving thread, only a faint cloud of light can be seen.

Even if he doesn't know the truth, Mark can still sense with the power of fate that the world of the two-handed swordsman Mark has probably collapsed.

If that world is still there, the intricate thread of fate will be as exaggerated as a kaleidoscope
"Oh!" With a sigh, Mark seemed to ask himself: "Brother Dei, did you suffer when you died?"

Unexpectedly, there was a reply.

"Hey! It's just a few arrows. It's nothing serious. What's the matter? Why are you making such an outrageous sound?" The last sentence in the two-handed swordsman's message was impressively: "Our dreams must come true."

In the next second, the fate dice gave Mark a hint.

[The price for recovering Mark 2333's thread of destiny is...to exchange with a certain princess...]

Mark frowned.

The amount of information is great!
He couldn't figure out whether this No. 2333 was his clone, or another him in the parallel world.

At this moment, the words of his god-level fellow villagers came to my mind like a tide for some reason—the guy named Duke smiled bitterly: "We admire you more, you are the real ruthless person."

At that time, Mark was confused when he heard the words of these awesome fellow villagers, but now Mark couldn't help but have a guess.

"Wait! Could it be that this swordsman Mark is actually my clone?"

This assumption was thought to be very outrageous.

Taking a closer look, it doesn't seem so outrageous.

However, it is a bastard not to take advantage of the advantages.

What this dead ghost brought him was his rarest melee ability, and Mark had no reason to refuse, let alone the condition was... cough, that... that's all.

"Huh—" Mark let out a long breath, confirming the integration of the thread of fate in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, Mark felt that his strength and agility had risen to another level.

What I got from the remnant of the Valkyrie before was an improvement in spiritual power, but this time what I got was more physical.In swordplay, a lot of muscle memory poured into the body.

After finishing all this, looking into the distance, Mark found that the empty corridor was almost coming to an end.

In the last part of the corridor, Mark was surprised to see a 'self' in pajamas sleeping in a space barrier.

Isn't this what he looked like when he just fell asleep?
Mark couldn't help but have another guess: Those followers of the One Thousand Worlds Guild probably took advantage of the impact of space and fate when the two worlds merged to bypass Mark's protection, and then used Mark's other avatar as the coordinates to find Mark himself. The attack was then planned.

But the only thing they didn't count was that Mark had such a high degree of integration with another self.

Uh, what exactly is low fusion?
Maybe those guys who look very abstract and whose body parts come from different worlds have a low degree of fusion?
Mark wasn't so sure either!
When he approached, as expected, he at this moment turned into a stream of light and merged into the sleeping 'him'.

At this moment, in the suite of the Caribbean, almost all the core figures from Mark's side were present.

Rosalind was the first to discover that Mark suddenly disappeared with the princess and the duke's daughter. As one of the pillow people, she slept next door.The disappearance of Mark's breath immediately alarmed her.

In less than 10 minutes, even Conrad, who was training ghost pirates in the spirit world, rushed back.

Rosalin looked out of the floor-to-ceiling glass, and there was a strong wind full of spiritual power surging on the sea. It seemed to be big enough to overturn a thousand-ton ship, but there was no movement on the other side of the spirit world.

This is unreasonable!

The subtle spatial changes seemed to be telling everyone that this was not the wind, but the huge uneasiness that shrouded everyone's hearts.

And this anxiety comes from the turmoil in the whole world.

At this moment, there was a flash of inspiration in Mark's suite, and the slim figures of Marianne and Yolanda suddenly appeared in the air, and then fell hard on the big bed that was two meters long and four meters wide.

"You two, what are you doing..." Before Rosalin finished speaking, Helena, Yalde and other people who were allowed to enter the inner room had already seen their strange appearance.

Yolanda's right arm and shoulder had a hidden spiritual line, and this arm and body were obviously not of the same person.

Marianne was clutching her lower abdomen in pain, and everyone was surprised to see that there was a section of evening dress material in the middle of her pajamas.

No need to ask, the situation of the two of them is probably a bit similar to those crazy Ten Thousand Worlds Unity believers.

"We don't know what happened." Marianne frowned, obviously suffering some kind of pain.

"We went to a place similar to Wright Palace together." Yolanda added, she also frowned.

"We went through a battle with low-level demons, and then found another self."

"Somehow, it came back."

Helena asked with great concern: "Where is Mark? Mark is not with you!?"

"I didn't see him."

"We were lucky to have weapons with us when we went, but even so, it was an exhausting effort just to survive."

The two women's answers chilled the hearts of all the women.

Rosalind asked, "How are you two?"

Marianne frowned and smiled bitterly: "It's kind of like that came. The problem is that I seem to have another terrible memory of myself before I died. This makes me a little mentally abnormal."

Yolanda touched her temples: "I am the same. I feel that my back is pierced by the devil's claws again and again."

When Helena went out to explain the situation here to Hank, Ren and Conrad, Mark's three most loyal subordinates also frowned, but no one could do anything about it.

Even if they knew that this had something to do with those lunatics of the Ten Thousand Realms Returning to One Sect, no one would have anything to do with it.

Not to mention them, even the twin goddesses are helpless now.

Just at this moment, a mark opened a blue light door and walked out from it.

Everyone was stunned.

With extremely toned and streamlined muscles, a big sword that has never been seen before on his back, and a samurai uniform... It can be said that apart from that handsome face that has no friends, this man is not like the Mark they know.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Mark showed a signature smile.

(End of this chapter)