These words deeply hurt Judge Abner. He opened his mouth wide, the muscles on his cheeks were twitching slightly, and he did not make any sound for a long time.
In this weird atmosphere, everyone looked at Abner and then at Mark, who was walking up the stairs surrounded by the two of them.
Mark put his hand on the handrail of the stairs and said leisurely: "Mr. Judge, who has been seriously injured, please don't show off."
A drop of cold sweat slipped from Abner's forehead.
No rebuttal!
Vivian was surprised. She and Dida realized that what Mark said was actually true.
"How did you find out? The status of every inquisitor should be top secret. Even the cardinal is not allowed to reveal it to outsiders. I think I concealed it well." Abner clenched his fists.
Mark pointed to the floor under his feet, which was in the direction of the entrance of the tavern: "Yes! We are not allowed to disclose it to the outside world, but my old man has sent guards here."
"..."
As the strongest person in the Extraordinary 'police system', there is an average of less than one judge in each big city. The more powerful the judge, the more busy he is. It is said that the most exaggerated one spends half of his time every day.
The back of the Light Condor.
As far as Mark knows, in the context of the high level of war damage to the evil-killing department of the Church of the Night in recent years, the evaluation criteria for inquisitors are often simple and crude - if your combat power increases, you are an official inquisitor. As long as you can kill powerful evil spirits, you are an official inquisitor.
A good judge.
How could he be like Abner, who first stayed in the cathedral to pick up people, and then led apprentices, and patiently explained so many things.
The Church of Night is not extravagant enough to waste one of its main combat forces to this extent.
The only explanation is that Abner was seriously injured and has never recovered. His strength has dropped by at least half from his peak, almost like the powerful Punisher.
Only the church would let him do such chores.
When Mark said this, the team of protective knights silently came to the stairs on the first floor. The leading knight, Captain Gerald, looked up at Mark with a slightly warning light in his eyes.
The purpose of the knights coming here is different from everyone else here. The death order they received is to protect Mark Destiny at all costs!
If possible, Mr. Gerrard absolutely does not want to hear any proposal from Mark that represents risk or even death.
Mark ignored Mr. Gerald's kindness and instead cast his gaze on the distant grassland behind Abner. Over there, the mortal battle front was collapsing.
"Mr. Abner, you are a judge that I respect. Your character shines like gold. I don't want to argue with you. If you really care about the people of the south and the peace of the world, you should
Give me that thing in your pocket instead of trying to be brave and die pointlessly."
Mark sharply exposed Abner's thoughts, which surprised Abner, Vivian and Dida.
"You..." Abner said one word and couldn't continue.
This time, it was Vivian's turn to look coldly and turned to look at Mark: "I hate anyone around me to die. You keep saying that the teacher is not good, but you are?"
Downstairs, Knight Gerald, who was dressed in armor, had an eyebrow like a sword. He put his left hand on the hilt of the sword on his left waist and walked up the stairs step by step.
With every move of his feet, his aura was rising. From an ordinary middle-aged man, showing his strong aura every inch, he turned into a strong man in the world with golden light lingering all over his body.
Sequence 6? No! He may have Sequence 5.
With this strength, he is more than enough to be the leader of the local knights.
Mark continued to ignore him, his face was resolute, and the words that came out of his beautiful lips were:
"I can do it! I'll do it! It's that simple!"
The next second, a strange bubble appeared out of thin air, completely wrapping Mark inside.
Suddenly, the tavern fell silent.
Both Knight Commander Gerald and Judge Abner were shocked to find that even though Mark was standing in front of them, they could not feel any of Mark's breath.
The concealment of mortals is at most a visual deception, by hiding the figure in darkness such as shadows to avoid the surveillance of the naked eye.
Mortals have too many flaws when it comes to evil spirits: for example, the heat emanating from the skin, the exhaust gas exhaled from the mouth and nose, and the soul fire with the same outline in the human body.
However, none of the above feelings could detect Mark's existence.
He is like a strange texture in the current environment. Apart from seeing him visually, in other senses, he is a non-existent object.
The two strong men did not speak, but Vivian asked: "How... did you do it?"
"Secret!" Mark playfully put an index finger on his lips.
For some reason, Vivian felt her heart suddenly beating very fast.
He can't tell them that this is the bubble given to him by the big crab Basatan, which can effectively block the escape of spiritual power and other perceptions, right?
He used up the ectoplasm in the bubble, but the bubble remained. Before Barsatan's power was completely exhausted, this was the best tool to shield perception.
Mark just stepped closer to Abner, and he could see the struggle in Mr. Inquisitor's eyes.
Abner's reason told him that Mark's approach was undoubtedly the better solution, but his sensibility rejected him. Such a high-risk thing should not be done by such an outstanding young man.
When Mark slowly reached for Abner's pocket, Mr. Inquisitor instinctively held the bag and stared at Mark.
"Mark! Give me another reason! Convince me, and also convince Mr. Gerald!" Abner's voice revealed weakness.
If Mark was an ordinary punisher, just go.
But not only is his surname Destiny, he is also the goddess of the night who values him the most, and even wants to accept him as a supernova in his family.
"You want a reason? Yes!" A confident arc appeared at the corner of Mark's mouth: "I have entered the [Book of Nether Sea], and compared with the various evil gods in it, this place is nothing. Yes, the Twin Goddess is because of this.
Then he rewarded me heavily."
When Mark showed the [Night Owl], Abner and Gerald were stunned at the same time. Their eyes seemed to have lost focus, and they looked at Mark in a daze as he slowly took the big bomb out of Abner's bag.
Take it out.
"Oh, it's quite beautiful." Mark weighed the extraordinary object in his hand.
It's not heavy, probably about a pound.
The center of this thing is like a large heart-shaped ruby, and then the gem is half-surrounded by shiny brass. The brass is covered with light runes.
The most interesting thing is that this big bomb has three detonation methods. The functions of the three buttons are marked in Wright language on the side of the extraordinary object: [detonate immediately], [detonate with 180 seconds delay], and [detonate with a spiritual servant].
This is nothing short of considerate.
Mark smiled for a while.
However, when Mark turned around after getting the big bomb, he saw the knights lined up behind him. They were like a wall, blocking him.
There was a look of struggle on every knight's face.
"Get out of the way!" The majestic aura on Mark's body suddenly swayed away, shocking the hearts of the knights.
The struggling expressions on their faces became stronger, but each body stood there quietly, expressing their attitude with silence.
Mark's eyes were like lightning, scanning the resolute faces, and the majesty in his voice became even more intense.
"The ancestors guarded the gate, and the patriarch died in the country!" He opened his mouth and said in ancient Laite language: "The reason why the Destiny family is respected as sacred in the Church of Light is not because of the amount of light power naturally contained in their blood, but because of what they have done.
What's going on?"
Gerald and the knights' bodies swayed slightly, almost staggering and unable to stand upright.
"First of all, I am no longer a descendant of the Destiny family! Secondly, if you stop me, you will let five million civilians in the Vap province die! This shame! This sin! Can you bear it? The Destiny family
Can you afford it?"
The heroic voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing continuously in this small tavern, striking everyone's heart and awakening their conscience.
Knight Commander Gerald's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but take three big steps back.
Mark was like a sharp sword, cutting the wall they built in half.
Knight Gerald felt a surge of hot blood welling up in his heart. He subconsciously pulled out his sword, holding the cross-shaped guard close to his chest and pointing the sword's edge toward the sky. In this way, he was familiar with this familiar yet unfamiliar person.
The eldest young master extends the highest salute.
The knights behind him followed suit and lined up in neat rows on the left and right.
Mark took Helena and Conrad with him and walked past them with his head held high.
In the view of the knights, the young master who was about to hide his head under the floor suddenly stopped.
"Don't worry! I have faced the existence of a real evil god. It's just a lair, but this little evil wants my life? Haha! Ten times more is not enough."
What confidence this is! How domineering!
Gerald could no longer control his excitement, and tears were already welling up in his eyes. He knelt down on one knee and choked with sobs: "Hank Gerald is willing to offer my loyalty to Mr. Mark Destiny."
Beside him, a group of knights followed suit.
There was a chaotic chorus of oaths.
In the sunshine at the entrance of the tavern, the majestic figure gradually faded away.
He seemed to be waving: "We'll talk about it later when I get back. Before that, please kill a few more evil spirits."
