Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 87 Leg Monster (3 more)
The cold feeling on his body subsided slowly, and Mark felt that the hot air from his nostrils had turned into mist.

It's very strange, obviously I should be a spirit body, so does the spirit body also have temperature?

No matter what, Mark first added ammunition to his large revolver, took out a 40mm grenade made of a B-level Blood Moon card from his belt, and stuffed it into the cylinder.

What unfolded in front of him was a rather classical castle ruin.

You must know that after the development of artillery in this world, even if any country plays castles, it will build a bastion to defend against the bombardment of iron ball cannons.

The main structure of the castle is obviously a standard circle.

The atrium of the castle made of mud-yellow stone collapsed because of a big hole in the northwest corner, and the bright moonlight came in.

Someone is very sure that this is not the real world, because Mark has been sheltered in the altar of the night for many consecutive days, and Mark is already familiar with the breath of the goddess of the night.

This piece of night and moonlight is just like before he crossed over, pure and without any divine power.

Mark couldn't be sure whether this was a dream or an inner world in a space.

In the circular atrium with a diameter of about 40 meters, located directly in front of Mark, there is an extinguished fireplace, facing a pile of dark logs with weird shapes.

On the left side of the fireplace is a mural as tall as a person. In the painting is a full-length portrait of a curly-haired female knight wearing a half-body armor and a heroic face. However, the lower half of the mural has been destroyed, and the wall is pitted.

The atrium is littered with dilapidated wooden furniture.

A large pile of tabletops, chair cushions, chair backs, etc., were piled up on the ground in a mess.

On both sides of the atrium, there are two staircases extending up the circular inner wall, right at the front end of the handrail, where there should have been a statue.

Mark found it on the ground.

It should be a statue of a white jade knight with a total height of about 40cm. Even if it is broken in many places, you can still see the extremely realistic armor on the knight and the heroic posture of the horse with its head raised high and about to charge.

It's a pity that the lower body of the entire statue is completely broken, and even the fragments cannot be found.

Mark couldn't help reaching out and touching the statue.

The hard, smooth, and icy touch came back from the fingertips.

"Huh? So real?" He was slightly startled, and let go of the broken statue, allowing it to echo crisply in the dark castle.

"The touch is too clear. It shouldn't be a dream." Mark was sure that neither he nor the dead ghost had been to this place.

After coming here, Mark always felt a subtle dissonance.

He couldn't say what it was for a moment, his intuition told him that there was something missing in this place.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

At the gate of the castle, the space crack he just entered still exudes a strange red light. It is very stable, and there is no sign of closing the door to beat the dog at all.

It's just that the black spiritual thread extending from the Valkyrie's remnant body just passed through the space crack, like a drop of ink that melted into a large pool of clear water, the color quickly faded and disappeared.

"Wait!" Mark's thoughts caught a key.

The female ghost wanted to snatch Mark's arm all day long, and what was missing from the limbs and the Valkyrie's remnant body was not one of her limbs.

A flash of inspiration flashed through Mark's mind, and he immediately knew that there was something missing in this seemingly complete fortress.

The answer is...

【leg】!
From portraits, to tables and chairs, to statues, if you don’t feel it alone, you will find that there is no leg in the entire castle.

The throbbing of the heart drove Mark to jump back instinctively.

This subconscious dodge saved him from death.

Less than half a second after he jumped away, a big chrysanthemum-like mouth appeared silently where he stood a moment ago.

Do not!
Taking a closer look, Mark only felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet to the top of the sky.

A mouth is a mouth, teeth are not teeth.

Every fang-like thing that came out of that terrifying big mouth was actually a beautiful white, plump and beautiful leg.

Without even thinking about it, Mark shot into the deep mouth with a radius of at least two meters.

"Wow—" the big mouth let out a strange scream, and the dark big mouth was shrinking extremely fast at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The 'fangs' in the mouth, that is, the beautiful legs were spit out.

A fishy smell swayed, and those legs that looked quite attractive turned into the feet of a pile of dilapidated wooden tables and chairs in the blink of an eye.

"This..." Mark couldn't hold back.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to pay attention to these.

The moonlight illuminated the atrium, allowing him to see the scene around him.

A rustling sound came from here.

The next scene made his scalp tingle. Looking out from the big gap in the northwest, he could only see the shadows of a few bare trees swaying in the wind on the cliff outside, with their teeth and claws showing.

Now a large piece of spider-shaped thing crawled out from the dark corner in the distance, covering the entire mountain wall.

It looks like a spider from a distance, but Mark knows what it is even if he can't see it clearly—it's a bunch of ghost things with legs that control ecstasy and normal people shudder.

The so-called spider is actually a thing made up of four to eight legs.

Mark didn't know what kind of demon it was. He only knew that he would die if he was stepped on by so many legs.

The most frightening thing was that, after dying here, he wondered if he could wake up from the nightmare by sacrificing a part of his spirit matter.

Thinking about the terrifying scene of so many beautiful-legged monsters rushing forward in the castle courtyard, Mark decided to reduce the number of opponents first.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Like a cowboy in the west, the left hand helps to move the hammer, and in [Double Action Shooting Mode], the hammer is driven faster to strike the primer of the 40mm grenade in the cylinder, and at the same time, the hammer is pulled to make the cylinder rotate faster.

The shooting mode of this human-powered machine gun allowed Mark to miraculously fire all six grenades within three seconds.

While Mark's arm was numb due to the terrible recoil, the bullet-sized grenade rushed out of the muzzle, immediately released the space reduction mode, and turned into a lethal grenade, roaring towards the mountain wall.

There were several loud bangs, and blood and flesh flew across the monster pile.

The berserk soul grenade made several big holes on the mountain wall, and the pieces of leg meat flying around after being blown off fell down the mountain like an ice storm. The most terrifying thing was... the landslide.

The overpowering grenade caused a situation similar to a mudslide. When the entire mountain wall collapsed, more than [-]% of the beautiful-legged monsters were submerged in the pile of rubble, and there was a series of shrill and strange screams.

Mark didn't take it lightly. He quickly pulled grenades from his belt and quickly loaded them into the bullet nests.

It's a pity that the 40mm grenade is too big. Before getting the legendary space bag, it is already the limit to carry 12 grenades on one's spirit body at a time.

But fortunately, when there were 3 grenades left, a large group of beautiful leg monsters all hiccupped.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" Mark gasped heavily, trying to calm himself down.

This time, he was sure that he was not mistaken. It seemed that there were countless dots of blue streamer flying out from the bottom of the mountain wall, and they flowed into Mark like rivers entering the sea.

To be precise, into his legs.

This is not an illusion, Mark clearly felt that his legs were stronger.

"Ok?"

Trying to jump casually, Mark was shocked to see himself jumping three meters high like flying through the clouds, feeling quite relaxed.

Mark could feel that the agility and strength of his legs had been greatly improved.

It has definitely been a rewarding adventure so far.

Mark didn't forget what he was looking for here.

Valkyrie legs!
At first, Mark thought that one was bad, his legs were blasted off by his grenades, and he was buried at the bottom of the mountain.

How to find a pair of legs from under thousands of tons of rock?

Desperate to think about it.

However, Mark immediately realized something was wrong.

Think about seeing the remnant body of a Valkyrie for the first time. It was the core of a group of A-level evil spirits who used it as a possession. The atmosphere of the stars and the moon, what kind of card is it?
There is no reason for a pair of legs to be silently mixed into a pile of garbage legs.

Mark pretended to be thinking, while approaching the fireplace, and then, with his backhand, he stabbed the wall of the incomplete lower half of the mural with a sword.

"what--"

The shrill screams that almost disappeared the eardrums resounded throughout the castle.

(End of this chapter)