Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

Draw the gun! aim! Pull the trigger to fire, the whole process takes 0.7 seconds!

It's like slow motion for a real fast shooter.

But for the female ghost, it was enough.

"boom!"

Amidst the dull explosion, a shot that used the A-level blood moon card as a bullet hit the female ghost's chest at almost zero distance.

"what--"

Amidst a sharp and ear-piercing wail of the female ghost, the remnant body of the Valkyrie whirled and flew out.

Mark wasn't having a good time either.

Even if this 40mm revolver has become a part of his spirit body, such an exaggerated explosion of spiritual power at almost zero distance, the powerful reaction force still caused him to suffer serious soul injuries.

But for every arm that is pulled out, this injury is nothing.

His eyes were dazzled, his eyes were spinning, and his soul vision was blurred for a short time. This made him completely unaware that a golden light emerged from the Valkyrie's remnant body and sank into his chest.

"Huh—huh—" Mark breathed out heavily.

In the doom dream, I don't know if I need to breathe, or it's more of an instinct.

The female ghost on the opposite side was silent, which made Mark wait for his recovery in peace.

I don't know how long it took, but the vision of the soul slowly recovered.

Mark finally saw the state of the other party.

"what!?"

That female ghost is still alive!

No!

It should be that the soul has been annihilated, and what remains is only the incomparably tough spiritual substance, or that ridiculously powerful [Remnant of the Valkyrie].

It's just that the chest of this thing is scorched black, the spirit matter is a bit rotten, and without the remnants of head and hands and feet, it looks very scary.

Mark hesitated for a while, and finally decided to bring Minnie over and tie the thing to death with spiritual silk.

At this moment, Mark discovered that in the cervical spine of the remnant body, there was actually a two-finger-thick thing that looked like a blood vessel and was connected to the distance.

From the back of the neck, it extends to the wall of fog at the edge of this dream.

Not only that, but there were also faint red lights coming from the far end, which looked like current beams.

No, it's okay to say it's Morse code embodied.

"this is……"

Mark had a guess.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of a very powerful sentence: "Eternity and instant are separated only by my gun."

In the next moment, a feeling that the shackles of the soul were completely smashed spread throughout the soul!

A release!

What a relief!

A brilliant sublimation!

The fate dice that was once blocked by higher mysteries reappeared in his heart.

Mark had a clear understanding: it wasn't that the dice couldn't do it, but that his soul, which was not strong enough before, couldn't further use the power of the dice.

Now, it's different!

Completely out of control, the fate dice were thrown.

with no doubt!

【20】!

In the dark, Mark seemed to see an illusory golden balance beginning to topple.

right!

Doom and curse bet on each other's fate.

When cursing the other party, you also put yourself on the other end of the balance of fate.

Now is the time to pay the bill!

Mark didn't even notice that there was a strange red light in his eyes at the moment.

A murmur that seemed to come from the ghost floated out of his mouth:

"Reaper! Come to accept people!"

Follow your heart!

Mark was in a wonderful state of epiphany, and a very mysterious feeling drove him to raise the revolver without hesitation, aiming at the opening of the blood vessel with a shot.

After a dull explosion with a "bang", a miraculous scene happened.

Like the fuse of a firecracker being lit, a cluster of bright flames burned out from the impact of the soul grenade, extending to the border of the dream in the blink of an eye.

Mark didn't know that at this moment, around an underground altar five hundred kilometers away, a group of men in gray robes were muttering words, strengthening the power of the dream of doom.

Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds sounded from all directions, and the kerosene lamps set up everywhere in the room, driven by the soaring spiritual power, suddenly all turned into blazing torches!

The green torch that represents the fire of the soul!

The green flames brought the entire underground altar into the category of the sea of ​​flames in hell. Every node of the magic circle under the gray-robed man began to explode, and the violent soul power formed a deadly soul turbulence. A small soul fireball has the power to burn the soul of a Extraordinary.

The entire magic circle went berserk, like a pot of terrible boiling water, constantly exuding unimaginable terrifying power.

"Not good! [Misfortune backtracking]? [Spiritual backlash]!" The gray-robed leader in charge of the soul circle turned pale, and under the light of the green flame, his face was extremely scary: "How is this possible? That Carbine Cthulhu actually mastered such a terrifying soul-countering secret technique? Why didn't he use it in the first place?"

The gray-robed leader took out a mysterious talisman as quickly as possible, and pierced his palm with the sharp horn under the talisman: "My lord! I sacrifice my blood to you, and pray for your protection."

A mysterious force suddenly enveloped him across the void.

Green flames rushed from the magic circle, and the illusory cover only lasted for less than half a second and was punctured like a soap bubble.

Seeing his talisman burst into five pieces, the gray-robed leader had no time to utter a final wail before being engulfed in the flames of the soul.

His flesh burned like grease, his bones became the most perfect firewood, and finally all the extraordinary protective items on his body also ignited, corresponding to the surrounding green torches whose flames went straight to the dome.

All the gray-robed people in the audience counted as one, no matter if they were presiding over the magic circle or guarding the guards, none of them could escape.

"Zizizi——"

In the blink of an eye, all the people in the audience shriveled up like leaky skins, and only a set of robes fell to the ground.

Mark, who was far away in St. Wright City, saw a sudden flash of inspiration, but before he could figure out what happened, he was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was still trapped in a dream.

He recovered from the trance, and he didn't even know that he had just ignited a large group of spiritual power coming from the opposite side, and turned the other side over.

"Am I still in the dream?"

The room is still the cabin of the [Mechanical Ascension], but the desk, the metal door, the wooden floor, the ceiling of the industrial style, the chandelier with the iron cover, and most of the places, because Mark's memory is very clear, it seems that the details of the dream are also meticulous .

But looking out of the porthole, it is still the vague fog unique to nightmares.

Every time he encountered a female ghost in the past, he couldn't move, and his arm was directly broken off.

This time, he had the time to really look at this nightmare space carefully.

Mark reached out to touch the table, but there was no sense of touch, as if his fingers were covered with a thick layer of air film. No matter how he opened and retracted his fingers, he couldn't touch the solid table. It feels the same when touching other things.

Mark smiled wryly: "It's like playing an inferior 3D game."

It's the kind of third-rate game developers who deliberately add an air wall in front of the visible wall in order to avoid some people's heads stuck in the wall. As a result, the action feels more comical and unreal.

"Wait, what is this?" I didn't feel it just now, but when I observed it carefully, Mark stared blankly at the remnant body of the Valkyrie, where there happened to be a very faint black spiritual thread extending out of each broken section of the limbs.

Following one of the spiritual threads, Mark's eyes fell on the wardrobe in the room.

"Goo!" Mark swallowed.

Clearly, there is something in the closet.

To be on the safe side, Mark threw the dice again.

【15】Point!

A point that subtly gives him confidence.

This time, what Mark brought into the soul world was not only his soul revolver, but also the short sword [Night Owl].

With a gun in his right hand and a dagger in his left hand, Mark gently opened the wooden cabinet door.

In the closet, there should be nothing but clothes.

But now, just behind the hanger where the coat is hung, there is a space crack more than one meter high and more than 80 cm wide where there should be a wooden board.

There was blood mist rolling in the crack, boiling like porridge. If it weren't for the dice to guide the way, Mark would not have entered such a weird passage if he was killed.

"call……"

As soon as his left hand penetrated into the fiery blood mist crack, Mark felt a chill, which almost made his fingers freeze immediately.

The feeling of inserting his hand into the ice made Mark instinctively want to withdraw.

It's a pity that the cracks are beyond his control.

A huge suction instantly pulled him into it

There was a dead silence all around, and there was a buzzing like tinnitus in the ears.

Probably due to the sharp change in spiritual pressure, Mark had the illusion of slight weightlessness.

In less than three seconds, a large amount of light broke into Mark's pupils, forcing Mark to squint...