Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 224 Cross-boundary Hunting
Like a swarm of wasps circling and buzzing in his head, even his cold spirit body would be ignited and boiled by the sound of the gradually heating spell. Poor Captain Barak knew that if he didn't give in, his soul would die in this place. Complete destruction in the horror of blasphemous suppression.

The saddest thing is that his perseverance is meaningless, because his true self in this world has long since died, and even his soul is a dog.

"I'm done! I'm done! Stop torturing me! Marc Destiny! You are my master from this moment—"

Clanking and iron-boned Barack finally uttered the declaration of surrender.

The next moment, his memory was cut, and the blank part was filled with something else.

Barack felt as if he had fallen into a kaleidoscope of fragments. The entangled memory was forcibly stripped away by Mark, a terrifying man, and added to it with something he couldn't resist.

It was a very uninterrupted life. He grew up in a family of knights and served the Destiny family for generations.

One day, the head of the family entrusted him with a very important task - to break into the Samsara Knights.

He became a traitor, but three years later, three years later, three years later, he became the leader of the Bolivar Knights of Reincarnation, and he had not yet been summoned by the family. The way summoned him back.

Now, he can serve his master openly and aboveboard.

"My lord! Your most loyal servant, Barak, awaits your command!"

If you still give in reluctantly after saying the last sentence, this sentence is not a convincing one, but a fanatic.

Mark secretly bared his teeth.

He used the power of fate to cut off the destiny connection between Barack and the Knights of Reincarnation, and then copied the fate of a guard knight in the Destiny family for Barack, adding a little plot of Infernal Affairs, and finally blurring it a little. change.After all, it's been a long time, and no one dares to say that he absolutely remembers everything that happened before.

As a thug who is usually a cat in the legion, Barak can definitely be fooled by Mark to this extent.

With Barak's obedience, Mark finally upgraded the legion card [Bolivar Reincarnation Knights] to S rank with confidence.

Don't underestimate the S-rank, this is already the force ceiling of the Mortal Legion, and many conquest knights of the big church are only S-, and even a little hip, A-rank.

It is entirely because Mark has joined a series of magic sticks such as the bishop of reincarnation Tanis, as well as the enhanced version of Captain Barak, plus a dozen soul enhancements, which have such quality.

Going further up, you can only count on the Angel Legion directly under the gods or the Heroic Knights in its heyday, which is not the combat power that can be produced at this stage.

With the Bolivar Knights of Reincarnation, Mark has assembled the last piece of the puzzle of his plan.

What follows is a three-hour fate-finding ceremony.

It's a little embarrassing, because this Barack from the parallel world, they have been plotting against Mark himself before, so in terms of fate perception, Mark can easily lock the space coordinates of these guys.

It was Mark's first attempt to use other people's fate to weave threads to search.

This took Mark a lot of time.

If there is no thread of fate to guide, this feeling is more unreliable than finding a needle in a haystack. After all, Mark needs to use the human brain to compare [space maps] one by one.

In front of the space map, what to use a telescope to look at the star map is already a child's play.At least from the perspective of the observer, the star map is basically fixed.

The space has a state of discontinuity, and even space jumps.

For example, it seems that one second you were looking at the toes of a person, but the next second you jumped to the forehead.

Fortunately, Mark was playing the way of the "God of Knowledge" before, and possessed such outrageous things as "Mother and Child Thinking".With the help of a dozen priests, plus Mark's own 12 [sub-thinking] continuous screening, looking for the location of the shuttle of the thread of fate, finally found the target.

"I found you." Mark said with confidence, which made Anastasia, who was sitting in a daze in the center of the circle, and Natasha and Boris, who were anxiously waiting beside them, all heaved a sigh of relief.

3 hours, really not much.

In a way, this is a different kind of speed.

They didn't know how Mark did it, and when they saw the scene that Mark peeped through Barbara's spiritual vision, they exclaimed at the same time.

It was a huge football-shaped space, about 30 square meters in area and 200 meters high.In such a small space, the space barrier looks like a bunch of oppressive lead gray clouds.

Among the [-] to [-] soldiers in golden armor gathered here, Anastasia and the others could recognize them in ashes.

And around each soldier, there is a group of strange soul followers. As long as you observe carefully, you will find that the souls following each soldier are the same 'he', 'he' from different worlds.

This is the secret of the inexhaustible killings of Peter the Great's imperial army-the emperor violated the principles of the gods of the orthodox church in this world, and transferred soldiers loyal to him from the parallel world.

Oppressed by the scene in front of her, the last pretense of being strong in the saint's heart began to shatter.

In front of this army that could be called 'endless' to her, the hundreds of thousands of miscellaneous soldiers on hand were really nothing.

This was no mortal combat from the start.

It is a joke that the nobles resisted Peter the Great with mortal thinking.

The three saintesses bowed deeply towards Mark: "Your Excellency, please take action!"

"Hmm." Mark made a show to the goddess Barbara next to her.

Under the gaze of the saint, the goddess led several dancing priests to the other side of the magic circle, which was the supply side of divine power.

The music sounded, and the dancing goddess danced a fierce dance.

And Mark, like last time, opened the naval battle stele.

Almost at the same time, the bored soldiers of the Imperial Guards of the Bill Empire suddenly realized something was wrong while they were waiting for orders in the cracks in the space.

Marshal Kutuzov was looking at the sand table. A sudden palpitation made him raise his head suddenly. He rushed out of the tent and looked around. On the surface, everything was normal, but where did the palpitation come from?

His Majesty's attack to overthrow the Ice and Snow Goddess went smoothly. Logically speaking, there would be no chance for his second army to make a move.

This is a good thing for the emperor, but it is a bit boring for him and his men.

It's a pity that there are only so many troops that can enter the main world. They can only wait until His Majesty the Emperor wins a complete victory and opens up a stable space channel with the country as the space anchor.

It's just that they didn't expect that they would encounter such a thing.

"Enemy attack—" Lord Marshal roared.

(End of this chapter)