Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

Expanding the soul is definitely not a simple matter, only the extraordinary can do it. If an ordinary person messes with this, what awaits him will only be the tearing of the soul and the destruction of the mind.

And expansion is not just about expanding. The boundary of the soul without content filling is like a blown balloon. The bigger the balloon, the thinner the wall. Once it is attacked by a sharp object, it will burst immediately.

Mark vaguely saw that the memory fragments in his mind were turning into streams of light, lasing onto the newly incorporated pure psychic matter.

This is the assimilation of the soul!

From another perspective, it is copying and pasting my own memory to fill up the newly installed hard drive.

The process of soul expansion lasted for nearly a whole night, and Mark woke up slowly the next morning when the sky was getting bright.

When I woke up, I opened my eyes and found that the world was pitch black.

Just a little bit short, Mark wondered if he had fallen into some dark space.

See clearly.

Oh!

Almost finished facial cleanser achievement.

For a moment, Mark wanted to pretend he wasn't awake. Unfortunately, in the next second, he found that his left hand was clamped by a pillow twisted into an S shape. The silver-haired girl pattern in the pillow was staring at him without blinking his eyes; his right hand was still pressed on the spring of a music box. The little puppet on the bed is spinning in circles.

"..."

A strange sense of guilt arises.

Obviously the two next to him are not human.

"Ah! You're awake!" Helena straightened up, and the light suddenly brightened: "Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep."

From Mark's angle, he could only see half of her face.

"I'm the one who's sorry, your legs are numb." Among the four gazes that are likely to be promoted to [jealousy], a certain person is embarrassed to continue to enjoy the extremely elastic touch from the back of his head, and hastily used his elbow stand up.

"I didn't." Helena got off the bed with a guilty conscience, but staggered and almost fell.

Seeing Helena lose her balance, Mark gave her arm a pull.

"...Thank you." Helena steadied her body, not daring to look directly at Mark's face, because she found that the blush had climbed up her cheeks and ears, and her face was hot.

"Oh, it's fine." The needle-like gaze from behind made Mark let go of his hand very politely.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"I'm going to prepare breakfast." Helena fled like flying away.

Mark touched his nose: "I'll go out for a breath."

As soon as he went out, Minnie and Byson started muttering.

"Minnie, we lost! Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,\u003e\u003e the little girl Bison was howling.

"It's you...thinking too much...wonderful dance...forever only in an instant..."

"..." Bison was speechless.

After all, neither of them is human!

Mark walked to the deck, caught a glimpse of Helena who was busy in the small kitchen, and was suddenly a little lost in thought.

It was August and it was still hot here in St. Layte.

Helena is wearing a close-fitting sports top and a pair of shorts that are slightly longer than hot pants, and you can see a very tight waist curve.

Maybe she didn't realize that she herself is a beautiful landscape!

If it was Mark who played with flowers all the year round before time travel, he would flirt with anything.

Now Mark is a little afraid.

When the general environment is bad, people are often unwilling to think about the other half.

If you choose this life-defying path, you never know when you will die suddenly.

Mark won't hurt anyone.

Breakfast is not simple: bacon bread, add some mashed potatoes and two slices of fried lettuce, a small bowl of oatmeal.

For Mark, this kind of breakfast is very Western-style in the last century, and it has a special flavor.

The breakfast is far from delicious. After all, the food that people in the Celestial Dynasty often eat nowadays, even if it is not genetically modified food, has often been grafted and bred for countless times, and the taste has been improved by an unknown amount compared with the original version.

In all fairness, Helena's cooking skills can at least be rated as good.

Seeing Mark finish his breakfast generously without any leftovers, Helena's eyes narrowed into two crescents. After noticing Mark's sight, she quickly asked, "Is the breakfast still to your liking?"

"Yes, if you are free, I will let you have a taste of my craft."

Helena's eyes quickly dimmed: "I..."

"Don't get me wrong. My parents passed away a long time ago. It is the pension and the support of my grandpa that saved me from being a child laborer. But I have to learn to take care of myself." A statement that fits the personality, after saying it, Mark felt a little guilty.

Helena's mood improved visibly.

Although the contact time was not long, Mark realized that Helena had a pretty good personality, but as the illegitimate daughter of a strict and rebellious master craftsman, she had typical unconfidence and sensitivity.

This kind of personality cannot be reversed in a short time.

Generally speaking, Mark and Helena got along quite happily.

Helena asked: "What to do next? Continue yesterday's ceremony?"

"continue."

Mark must admit that things like improving strength are addictive.

That's why Big Fat Cat said that if you don't pay attention, you will become [greedy].

It is certain that he will lie down, and he has no choice at all when he is pulled into the [Blood Moon Baptism].

After a night of soul expansion, his soul body expanded from an egg level to a goose egg level, but there was too little soul power inside, which made him feel like his soul was like a big egg with no yolk but only egg white.

Next, the four of them performed two more ceremonies.

I have to say that the soul of the Bison girl looks really delicious.

They hooked up a demon that looked like an octopus, and another that looked like a beetle.

After killing them both with ease, Mark started the purification ceremony and absorbed two more souls, greatly increasing his soul power.

After some calculations, after three summons, Mark roughly doubled his upper limit of soul power, and filled most of the vacated soul space.

After completing the two rounds, Bison's chick suddenly shuddered.

"Wait! There seems to be something that's staring at me. Huh—it feels very bad." As a true meaning of being stuck until death, and then becoming a [abnormal] existence, Miss Byson has a unique aspect of "dog". talent.

She felt that she was being targeted, and there was probably nothing wrong with that.

Mark discussed with them and decided to change places.

They are fishing for intelligent demons, not stupid roe deer. Fishing in the same place too many times, the demons come and go again and again, and there will only be two results: either no new victims come to the door, or an existence that they can't hold back.

Helena drove the boat, let the boat sail out of the river mouth, came to the coast about one kilometer away, and anchored near a small deserted island by the sea.

The island is very small. Once the tide rises, the entire island is less than 100 square meters above the water.

There is a natural mangrove forest around the island, which can help to block the view.

They waded ashore, set up tents, and set up a magic circle.

This time, Mark was used as the bait.

This time, it worked, but there were also problems.

After being purified by the light circle, Mark inhaled this soul crystal with ease.

As soon as I sucked it in, there was a sound in my ear.

At first Mark thought it was the sea breeze, but after a few seconds, it turned into a whisper.

A low, magnetic whisper with a strong hint and temptation kept echoing in Mark's ears.

It is not the temptation from [lust], but the [knowledge] that most suits the believers of the God of Knowledge.

It tugged at Mark's heart, it tickled him, as if if he listened carefully it would tell him some great treasure, some sinister but powerful knowledge.

The noon sun shone on Mark through the opening of the tent. He shook his head vigorously, but he still felt chills all over his body, and his back was wet. It was not cold sweat, but something unknown.

"Mark! Be careful! That evil spiritual force is polluting your soul!" Helena reacted immediately. She had participated in her father's bio-robot manufacturing, and she knew exactly how terrible the lethality of demons that had not been thoroughly brainwashed would be.

When the three women turned pale with fright, Mark calmly began to chant the activation language of a spell in a low voice.

The next moment, the seemingly chaotic and irregular whispers suddenly began to materialize.

How can sound become reality?

Voices won't, profane runes will!

The secret technique triggered by Mark's activation words immediately caused faint ripples in the surrounding space.

Wisps of black smoke slowly drifted from his ears. Driven by mysterious power, the black smoke flew into the air, condensing into devil language characters one centimeter long and wide.

The weird characters that seemed to be continuously flowing out of thick ink droplets quickly gathered together and merged with each other.

Mark slowly closed his eyes, and in his vision of the soul, a sword was being formed rapidly.

Ordinary people can't see his sword, but Sannv can't.

Seeing these strange forces turn into flying swords and hover half a meter above Mark's left shoulder, they were stunned.

At first glance, the flying sword looks a bit like a small cross sword, and its length is similar to a dagger, only about thirty centimeters long.

Everyone knows that it is not the same thing at all.

The whole sword presents a kind of 'colorful black'.

This is no joke.

Twelve different shades of black make up this illusory sword of the soul, and the whole body exudes an ominous smell.

said with no exaggeration……

Helena trembled: "This is [Sword of Blasphemy]!"

Mark opened his eyes and smiled wryly: "It would be more appropriate to call it [Flying Sword of Blasphemy]."