Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 66 Digging the Evil Spirit's Foot
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Good guy!Now I know, thank you so much!

Vivian didn't mention it, Mark really didn't know that the content of the blood moon baptism could not be revealed.But think about it, once the gods are involved, it is still a matter of the gods, and it is taboo in every church.

After all, in the propaganda to mortals, the major orthodox churches are the unyielding rulers of the world, and the gods of the orthodox churches are all superior, regardless of whether they are superior or inferior.

It's okay to fool mortals, but Mark went for a walk around the box area, how could he not know that gods are divided into different ranks?
What's more, in the church's propaganda, gods belonging to the camp of good and evil, which are irreconcilable, exist at the same time in this weird opera house, which in itself is the biggest unreasonable thing for mortals.

When the gods somehow came to an agreement not to spread the word, what happened in the opera house was naturally taboo.

Mark: If that's the case, don't blame me for making waves.

Someone wrapped in the illusion grinned: "That was just an accident. Can you imagine how it would feel if I fished with a fishing rod and ended up hanging a whale?"

"You played off!?" Vivienne was dumbfounded: "No! You can deal with the aftermath, that's the problem!"

From the night watchman to the punisher, Vivienne has often come into contact with idiots who play the ritual of summoning spirits and get angry.Those guys are a typical example of 'harming friends in life, and hurting neighbors after death'.

It’s okay for them to be eaten by demons and demons, but the worst fear is that they will become demons themselves, and they will enlarge the entrances and exits of the spirit world, and a lot of evil spirits and demons will come out to harm ordinary people.

Vivienne herself took on such a case—the entire block was turned into ruins, hundreds of people died, and hundreds of people were polluted by the power of demons. This is a typical example of harming others and benefiting oneself.

When Mark said this, Vivienne's fist hardened.

Mark had a smile on his face: "This is an unfortunate accident. But at least I didn't hurt any innocent people, and I didn't let the damn devil step into the world, did I?"

When Mark said this, Vivienne's anger eased a lot.

This guy in front of him is definitely an exquisite egoist. Fortunately, he still has the bottom line of being a human being, otherwise she would not cooperate with this guy desperately.

It is impossible to get rid of all the anger in one stomach.

The sorrow of the law enforcement officer is exactly: you know that the other party is a criminal, but your evidence is useless, and it is impossible to bring the other party to justice.Even once out of this place, you even forget about it.

Claiming to be a law enforcement officer in the dark, this is really aggrieved.

She didn't speak, just stared at Mark angrily.

Mark's next move made her gasp.

"Hey, the beautiful Ms. Punisher, can you see it for the sake of my record. Eliminate the hostility, and at least have a sincere cooperation in this place?"

With a rub of his right hand, Mark spread out the faces of all the cards in his hand like a fan, with his backhand facing outwards, and showed Vivienne like a display of ammunition.

The female punisher's ice-blue pupils suddenly dilated.

A lot of cards, most of them are demons, a few are sin priests, and there is a plague knight.

Only the existence that is killed will become a blood moon card.

In this way, the damn newspaper man's record in fighting demons is even higher than that of her true punisher.

Vivienne felt genuinely ashamed.

Of course, there are also two special cards [Pious Esma] and [Sleepless City Dancer Gloria] in the newspaper man's deck.

Vivienne knew that the murderer was the Plague Knight, and the newspaper man just snatched the two victims who had been turned into cards from Uber.

She was convinced and put her hands on her hips: "Okay! The record will not lie. I am willing to cooperate sincerely with the two of you. Although it is a bit impolite to report your name now, it is better than the previous situation. My name is Weiwei Ann Carlos, Level 2 Punisher of the Church of Evernight."

She glanced at Mark: "If you insist on having reservations about your identity, you can lie to me, at least give me a false name so that I can call you conveniently."

Mark blinked. "My pseudonym is Carbine*Cthulhu. His pseudonym is Conn*Decapitator."

Vivian rolled her eyes on the spot: I allowed you to fake it, but I didn't let you fake it in person.You lied to me without hiding it, should I thank you!

She glanced at the Thunder Giant's follower who stood beside him without any comment, and she knew very well that she would have no chance of taking the initiative.

"Okay, Mr. Cthulhu, how do we deal with those evil spirits?"

"Take it if you can, and destroy it if you can't. My instinct tells me that I can't delay for too long."

"it is good!"

Vivienne is good at exorcising ghosts physically and magically, but reincarnation believers are best at accepting evil spirits for their own use.

The 'Mr. Cthulhu' who kicked two reincarnation believers to the lower level cannot be reincarnation believers in the first place.

She became more and more uncertain which church Mark belonged to, and could only vaguely speculate that he was in the camp of kindness and order.

The three of them hurried back to the front of the actor preparation room.

"Miss Carlos, where is the security line?"

"Actually, it's not safe here. It's just that they want to start it. We can react, but they are afraid of the lights on the stage."

Mark spread his spiritual sense and saw the evil spirits moving around in the darkness. He smiled and raised an empty stack of cards in his right hand.

With a thought in Mark's mind, Minnie immediately projected a spiritual thread from the void, drawing a simple magic circle for summoning spirits.

Mark Lang said: "Confused souls! I am the guardian of order! A neutral observer! A disseminator of knowledge! Those who wish to abide by my righteousness, please be a part of my new opera—"

In one sentence, Mark showed that he was a follower of the lawful and neutral God of Knowledge, and he was recruiting souls close to his camp.

This not only attracted the attention of the evil spirit, but also... Vivian.

"Huh?" She was never a dull person.

It's okay if Mark didn't say anything, but when she said it, she immediately thought of the Nadal family's order: Isn't that damned Mark Destiny a master of mystery from the neutral camp?Could this guy be him?Uh, it's unlikely, mystic scholars can't use that kind of exaggerated slash.But who dares to be sure whether the Knowledge Cultist is his second job?
Vivienne was confused.

The cold air on the opposite side billowed, and the evil spirits stirred up.

This is not their ambush circle. The failure of the last ambush proved that the opponent was clearly prepared.Strong attack may not be able to please.

Generally speaking, the solicitation of these big living people may not be favored by evil spirits.

They themselves are the losers of this cruel baptism, of course they know the difficulty of baptism.The other party did not give a convincing reason, and the evil spirits would rather kill the new performer and replace it with themselves.

Isn't it?Here comes the reason.

Mark calmly took out the shiny golden S-level card [Miscellaneous Demon General]!
As soon as the golden light came out, countless dogs' eyes were blinded immediately.

The corners of Mark's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes were full of disdain: "Please forgive me, everyone hiding in the gutter...all of them are rubbish."

Evil spirits can avoid physical damage!

But the real damage is absolutely eaten!

The so-called real damage is the most real damage.

A one-knife deduction of blood is all zero, but the damage caused by a spiritual crit is infinite.

"you!"

"asshole--"

"Why do you say that?"

The roars of the evil spirits formed a sharp wave, just noise, no less than a standard [Banshee Wailing]!That's a double attack of soul and shadow damage.

It's a pity that Mark has heard too much of the wailing of a lost dog, and he is immune to it.

"Sorry! If you have strength, you can do whatever you want!"

There are no evil spirits who are completely demented. Of course, it is clear that only those who have truly killed an S-level demon general can take out S-level cards in this special blood moon world.

But!They are really not reconciled!Unwilling to give up his debut, let this arrogant kid step into the real backstage preparation room, and start this weird opera mixed with glory and crisis!

He couldn't even keep his own plate, so don't blame the evil spirits for grabbing food.

Only when the stick is shown, the carrot will have its value.

The point that can attract evil spirits is of course the three words [New Opera]!

An evil spirit suddenly appeared, she has a lower body like a torn raincoat, ignoring her gorgeous clothes, from the waist up, the skin on her translucent spirit body is dull and waterless, it is the most typical appearance of a zombie .

Only by carefully observing her shriveled facial contours can one vaguely recognize that she was once a great beauty.

"Don't be kidding! It's an opera judged by the gods! It's a low-class thing, and you will be punished by God if you speak less than 10 syllables." She opened her mouth with a high-pitched voice, and Mark immediately deduced that she should be Followers of the Muse, the god of music.

Facts speak louder than words!

Mark snapped his fingers, and several spirit threads immediately appeared in the void on his left shoulder.

The light and delicate spirit threads connected with each other in mid-air, forming the shape of a harp after a few strokes.

The illusory fingers gently hooked the strings, playing beautiful notes.

"Ding ding dong dong..."

The evil spirit who was once a muse believer became obsessed after listening to it, and murmured from his shriveled mouth: "It's not the top ten mysterious operas, it's not... this is a brand new song, I, I actually listened to it." A story about a poor little girl struggling to get up!?"

Crystal tears of the soul slid down from that ugly translucent cheek.

Her words immediately set off a greater commotion among the evil spirits.

Instead of threatening them while the iron was hot, Mark beckoned the two of them to back off: "I'll give you three minutes to think about it."

As soon as she stepped back outside the safety line, Vivian asked, "How did you calculate so many things?"

"You also know that the blood moon baptism involves rookies from nine camps, right?"

Vivian raised her eyebrows: "So, gods and demon lords from all camps are included in the opera review?"

Mark didn't keep it secret, and directly told the truth: "If you want to perform an opera in front of the gods, believers must choose an opera that sings the praises of their own gods. How can the gods of the opposing camp be happy? Who stipulated that referees are not allowed to leave the stage?"

If you flatter your own god, you will naturally offend your opponent.

I don't know what rules this opera house has that all the gods abide by. Mark calculated that most of his own gods can't try their best to pull aside.

This is why so many blood moon candidates have overturned in the past.

Since the evil spirit slipped his tongue and named ten sets of operas, there is a high probability that it corresponds to ten sets of model operas.There is a definite number for when the opponent will intervene in trouble.

Follow the road of destruction of the predecessors, you can only follow to die.

How could Mark make such a principled mistake?

It's not that many candidates before him didn't think of this, but if you don't think about it, the guy who can come here must first kill an A-level enemy.He also needs to fight hard and understand opera. What kind of all-around genius is this able to do it?
Therefore, most of the previous candidates were gritted their teeth.

Fortunately, Mark comes from the earth dynasty with super-advanced information.

Of course, he is sure about mere opera.

3 minutes passed quickly.

When Mark approached the actor preparation area again, the evil spirits were clearly divided into two camps.

Soliciting one side will naturally offend the other side.

Mark Mingfa said that he was in the lawful camp, so don't even think about the guys on the chaotic side.

There was a strong wind in front of him, and the deep aura was almost overflowing, dripping down from the air, and more than twenty evil spirits circled and danced back and forth.Only about a third of the evil spirits curled up in the corner on the other side, obviously they were watching.

Mark stretched out his right index finger in disdain and ticked: "I said, you are all rubbish. Let's go together! Maybe you can still have a little chance."

No nonsense, under the nervous and slightly surprised eyes of Vivian and Conrad, a large cloud of dark soul flames formed a small mushroom cloud and rose from the opposite side.

How difficult is it to assemble such a group of rebellious evil spirits who come from different sects?
Even they themselves have no better way.

I only saw illusory chains glowing with dark light constantly shuttling through the black fireworks. These are [Oath Chains], and they themselves are the manifestation of the curse words of these evil spirits.Only these highly mysterious chains can truly integrate these dissatisfied evil spirits.

The chain shuttled continuously from the soul flame, and finally after the smoke-like spiritual flame dissipated, a two-meter-tall, theoretically female, thing like a sewing monster appeared.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Vivienne and Conrad's heartstrings were tense to the extreme, and they looked at Mark at the same time, waiting for his order.

As everyone knows, Mark's first order is astonishingly:

"Run with me!"

Before the two of them could react, several spirit threads suddenly emerged from Mark's body, making him, like Tarzan of the ape, quickly pass five meters away from the female stitch monster, and rushed to the actor preparation area.

"Cheat... son..." From the mouth of the female sewing monster, there was a vague curse.

Sao!
So nasty!
Everyone thought you were going to fight to the end, who thought you would lead the way?

Even Vivian was stunned for a moment, before immediately turning into a stream of black light to follow.

As for Conrad... are you worried that the Stormborn will be slow?

That is an illusion!
(End of this chapter)