Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

At this moment, Mark felt very clear that the situation was indeed 'very' serious.

He knows what he knows, but he has to complain: Why are you doing it in my face when you have nothing to do?

Fortunately, the tea is lukewarm, not hot, otherwise this news would really give people a 'tenth degree burn'.

"What are you doing?" Vivian's voice almost scared someone's soul away.

"Uh, I..." Mark was like a kid who did something wrong.

"Really, I know you really want to practice dodging well. I tried to dodge a pot of water that was thrown into the sky before, but if you are weak, don't do that." Vivienne scolded, and took out a handkerchief to help Mark wiped his face.

This time, Mark couldn't fix it: "Actually, I..."

"Needless to say, if you really want to practice dodging, I can put practice rubber arrows on the silver crossbow and paste it on your face, guaranteeing to meet your requirements."

Being painted black and white, Mark became angry.

Damn! If you dare to do this, believe it or not, I will paste your face with a 40mm caliber grenade!

Mark wanted to struggle, but sadly, there are obvious differences between people's physiques.

Before crossing, he was just an ordinary person, so he was handsome by a billion points, and he had practiced a little marksmanship.

After transmigrating, he went directly to Fa Ye's side, and the original owner obviously lacked exercise.

The shooter Konglan can also attack normally, and the Faye Konglan is a rookie.

Mark resisted intentionally, but the more he resisted, the more Vivienne's strange competitiveness was aroused, and her actions became more intense.

"Don't move around! Lie down! What do you look like? Wet other people's pillows." She knelt on the bed with one knee, leaned over, and with one hand dispelled someone's resistance, and with the other hand she wiped Mark's face hard.

At this moment, Mark suddenly realized that maybe the damn dice was going to mess with him again.

If there is no accident, the accident will come.

Sure enough, the next second...

"Hey, I'll bring the third person..." Abner froze as soon as he opened the door, and a young priest of light who looked like a boy flashed out from behind him, and he froze.

An awkward atmosphere spread in the ward, and it wasn't until then that Vivian realized that her posture was somewhat indecent.

Uncle Abner coughed tactically: "Cough! You young people have experienced life and death together, I understand, but this is not a private place, please pay attention to the impact."

"Wow!" This little pastor, who is only about 1.65 meters tall, seemed to have opened the door to a new world. His green eyes were shining brightly, making one wonder if he was going to pull out a camera in the next second to leave behind the two of them. Evidence.

"Wait! I'm not, our..." Vivienne's face flushed instantly, and the blush stretched from her forehead to her neck. Wipe him up."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Ma Chuan agreed.

"How about we go out first?" Abner smiled.

"No! No, that's fine." Vivienne quickly stood up straight.

After the trouble was finally over, Abner introduced: "This is the third member of our team, High Priest of Light, Dida Wilson."

Mark looked at the newcomer and saw that he had a small Adam's apple. He was definitely an expired wife, and asked tentatively, "Dida, how old are you...?"

"I was just 14 years old." Although Dida straightened her waist, she was still half a head shorter than Vivienne. "I'm an adult and I have three years of experience as a pastor," he stressed.

Mark raised his forehead, he had forgotten: the Wright Empire legally reached 14 years of age.

Inherent thinking kills people!

But as soon as he heard the surname, he knew that he was not a veteran family of the Illuminati Church. Generally speaking, established families would take the line of civil service, and only those who wanted to get promoted quickly would come to the Church of the Night to join the actual combat team.

Abner turned to introduce Dida: "This is Vivian Carlos, a trainee judge. She is in charge of fighting with me. This is Mark Destiny, Doctor Who, who mainly provides intelligence support, Uh, he will consider fighting if necessary. Don't look at him now, he is very powerful."

"Hello, both of you!" Dida bowed politely.

The two returned the gift.

"Okay, although I really want to give you enough time to get to know each other, but the task is over, we will set off for San Layton tomorrow night, and assist the cleaning forces to deal with a newly discovered ruin of demons the day after tomorrow." Abner took a picture Started, and then glanced at Mark: "As for Mark, you deal with your problems first, and then consider meeting up after the next task."

"OK."

After resting until nightfall, Vivienne had nothing to do, so she withdrew first.

Mark was left... another soul arm was ripped off by the female ghost.

This time, Mark couldn't say that the counterattack failed, but that he blocked the female ghost's first pull, but was entangled again by the other party, and forcibly tore off his left hand.

"I need a more powerful counterattack!" While eating the spirit matter left by the demon general and replenishing his soul again, Mark was thinking of countermeasures.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

"Your Excellency Destiny! Your Excellency Knight, please go to the altar." Hearing the notification from the visitor, Mark looked calm and tried to clear his mind.

After being devoured so many times, he knew that he couldn't go on like this.

Constantly damaging the spirit body, and forcibly copying the memory to replenish it, it is quite overdrawn mental power. His physical and mental state have deteriorated to an extremely low level.

Mark tidied up his appearance and came to the altar again.

The Lady of the Night was away, and it was Knight who received him.

The other party got straight to the point: "Thank you for the token and information you provided. The two ladies raided the evil god and achieved good results. Ms. Heiye has always been very generous to her true friends. As a further reward for you, please accept Get these two Extraordinary objects."

At this time, male to male, Knight is playing an official tone, and Mark is not surprised.

He saw two things that the muscular night guard brought up on a tray yesterday.

One was the 40mm revolver he requested.

As soon as Mark picked it up, he immediately felt that it felt great. Weighed it, the weight is about 800 grams. The shape is very similar to the classic Colt revolver, but with a shorter barrel.

When he opened the bullet nest, Mark found that the bullet nest, which seemed to be the size of a ping pong ball, suddenly enlarged in his field of vision and turned into a large bullet nest unique to howitzers. It felt like a big crab claw flower suddenly blooming in front of him.

Knight said: "The recoil has also been adjusted, which is not much different from ordinary revolvers. The key is, if you choose to bind this gun to your soul, you can bring it into the soul world."

Mark's eyes lit up suddenly: "I am grateful."

Then, Mark picked up another Extraordinary item.

It was an extremely sharp, black dagger. The blade is 36cm long and the handle is 12cm long. On the golden tsuba, there is the emblem of the Evernight Goddess.

The night guard had a smug look on his face: "This is my masterpiece, [Night Owl] made of special metal blessed by Lady Night. It is quite different for Beyonders, spirit bodies, and demons of Sequence 5 or below. Not only does it have vulgar attack power, but it can also conceal the user's aura."

"Are there any shortcomings?"

"If you use it too much, you will get the aura of Ms. Night on your body."

"Oh, thank you." Mark took the dagger calmly.

It seems obvious now. That compatriot made a small fortune for the twin goddesses last night, which is why they are so generous.

Sure enough, the situation is quite tense! Even a powerful god like the Twin Goddesses began to seek foreign aid and seek new strength.

The screen backed away, and Knight asked: "Miss Evernight asked me to ask you, what happened to your doom dream? The church has helped you find a suitable helper."

Mark remained calm: "There was another attack last night. But I have found a way to deal with it. If possible, I hope Ms. Night will protect me and keep me safe for seven days and seven nights."

"Okay." Nate nodded calmly.

From the bottom of my heart, Knight felt a little pity. If this outstanding young man in front of him was willing to let go of his soul and allow a strong man of the night to enter, then he could easily brand his soul and tie him to the church of light and night. In the chariot.

As [Whip of the Night], Knight certainly found that the recent church is unusual, but this cannot be said.

Seven days, neither long nor short.

During these seven days, Mark ate, drank and slept next to a small night altar not far from the main altar. The fog of night enveloped him and forcibly drove away all external forces.

Generally speaking, the gods are unwilling to do this kind of thing.

This is like having to protect people in an armored vehicle to prevent the opponent from being cold-hearted.

If the divine power consumed by the dream of doom is 5, then the divine power required for all-round protection is 100.

The cost of attack and defense is disproportionate.

Obviously, Lady Evernight is in a good mood.

In the past few days, Mark didn't do anything else, only practiced one skill.

He knew very well that he was different from those strong locals who practiced arrows and swords and used various cold weapons since childhood. He has many advantages, but not many.

Only by practicing that skill to the extreme...

Finally, the seventh night came.

That stick female ghost is here again.

The same body, the same clothes, and the terrifying face outlined by blood was staring at Mark with a mysterious smile.

Cold and dead.

It's more like teasing, as if mocking him-you have been hiding for so many days, but you still have to face my curse!

Just like in memory, the female ghost approached.

The non-existent illusory feet stepped on the muddy ground soaked in blood.

Little by little.

Getting closer……

"I want your hands!"

The resentment that has been smoldering for seven days is even more terrifying.

The sudden shrill scream shocked Mark with a sense of collapse, and his whole body went numb on the spot.

However, the opportunity has arrived!

Five thousand times of daily reality training and five thousand times of mind simulation allowed him to break free from the oppression of the other party's soul at this most critical juncture.

It has completely become an instinct imprinted in the DNA, Mark roared, frantically mustered the energy of the whole body, and flicked his right hand.

A revolver that shouldn't appear in this soul world aimed its black muzzle at the chest of the female ghost with a stick.

【Snapshot】Activate!

But it's [American Instant Sniper (Drawing Spear)]!

Single shot, with mirror, one shot in seconds!

Who dares to say that this is not a sniper?