The ghost ship was racing at high speed, turning through several chaotic whirlpools, and arrived at an inconspicuous fog.
This mist looks no different from the fog that can be seen everywhere in the spiritual world, that is, it is a little wider, about half the size of Leiden City.
Driven by Mark's thoughts, the ghost ship turned around and passed through at least three 'doors' in the mist.
The so-called door is a turbulent vortex of spiritual energy suspended on the ground or in mid-air in the spiritual world. Once it is sucked in, it will be a typical disaster.
No one knows whether it was directly torn into pieces, or whether it was thrown into the turbulence of time and space and could not find its way back.
It is impossible for mortals to walk in the spirit world for a long time. If the spirit and flesh are separated for too long, the physical body will rot.
So getting involved is a dead end.
However, Mark controlled a ghost ship as big as a cruiser. He followed the spiritual thread connecting the Valkyrie's remaining body and limbs, and arrived at the destination in a twisting and twisting manner.
All the fog dissipated in front of me, revealing a deserted sea fortress.
There were no waves on the dark sea surface, and all the spiritual water seemed to be frozen.
Only when the ghost ship slowly approached the dock, it broke through the black water like jelly.
Standing on the bow of the ship and looking at it from a distance, the style of this castle is too ancient and cannot match the style of any country Mark knows in the world.
Seen from a distance, the lower half of the fortress is a typical rectangle, except for the roof at the top, which looks a bit like a large onion.
The city wall seems to be covered with wall-creeping plants due to its age.
When they saw it clearly, a sense of panic immediately spread throughout everyone's body.
"That's..." The skeleton that Hank pretended to be trembled. As you can imagine, the expression on his skull's face was definitely not good.
Because those are not wall-climbing tigers at all, but countless dry human hands.
Normally, after a person dies, the skin and muscles will be decomposed by microorganisms, leaving at most white bones.
That's not the case here. An evil force wraps around these human arms that have been amputated to the elbow. The muscles may have dried up, but the skin and tendons are probably preserved.
A gust of wind blew by, and these arms were like willows blowing in the wind, moving softly with the wind.
There is a square of about 10,000 square meters from the dilapidated stone pier to the main entrance of the fortress. Not only the square is covered with dry skeletons, but there are also giant skeletons holding battle axes standing quietly all around.
These four-meter-tall skeletons were most likely demons or something like that when they were alive. You can see a pair of goat horns pointing toward the sky on their heads. They seem to have lost their activity long ago, and they are just holding giant axes that look like lampposts.
All the blades of this six-meter-long double-headed battle ax have been worn away. Not only are the sharp edges chipped everywhere, they are also so blunt that it feels more like a giant hammer.
Although they all lowered their eyes, what cannot be ignored is that they are covered in thick armor. Even if the armor is also extremely damaged, the protective power is definitely still strong.
Around the square, you can see huge totem poles and other things everywhere, with strings of twisted characters shaped like waves carved on them.
If it were in another language, Mark, a fake occultist, would probably be blinded. But after taking a closer look, he found that he could actually understand it.
"[Death]?"
As soon as Mark opened his mouth, everyone around him suddenly felt awe-inspiring.
The [Death] here is definitely not a talkative Parthian sect believer, but the [Death] knight among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. I just don’t know what rank the Death Knight here is.
The Apocalypse Sect has fewer knights, but it is an absolute fighting sect, much more difficult to deal with than the Sin Sect.
Several knights felt a little scared. Hank glanced sharply at his subordinates and said coldly: "If you want to give up, why bother fighting in the first place?"
yes!
If Mark, a new member of the Destiny family, had not been born, the knights would not have had to take the order to protect the eldest young master. It would have been more comfortable to stay at home and guard the door.
Everyone just comes here to get ahead.
"What are you afraid of? If you win, you will be promoted, if you lose, you will go back to the Hall of Valor!" They cheered each other up.
Mark carefully observed the structure of the fortress, and finally cast the fate dice according to what he thought.
Direct attack: [8]!
Find the trail:【12】!
Making a feint to the east and attacking in the west: [20]!!
Mark didn't bring Helena this time. Helena stayed on the "Mechanical Ascension" in reality to watch the ship. Mark only had so many people at his disposal.
Mark thought for a moment: "Conrad, Hank! You guys are feinting in the square to attract the enemy's attention. If you lose, you are allowed to board the ship and evacuate directly."
"My lord, where are you?" Hank was a little surprised.
"I found a small road." Mark smiled mysteriously: "After I finish it, the [White Pearl] will come back to pick me up."
"Okay!" Conrad was unambiguous, holding a war spear and taking the lead, striding forward.
He glanced at the knights behind him: "I will only demonstrate once."
He seemed unaware of the danger and inadvertently approached within five meters of a giant skeleton.
In an instant, the demon skeleton's giant warhammer, which was more than six meters long, was suddenly lifted high by the withered hand bones, and struck down with a huge explosive force unimaginable by mortals.
"call--"
The sharp sound of breaking wind, mixed with the strong wind, flew past Conrad's hair and beard.
The dirty, dilapidated battle ax struck Conrad in the face with a huge impact that was enough to break a car in two.
In front of this taller skeleton, Conrad, who was just over two meters tall, looked like a child.
If this ax hit, it would probably be a bloody scene.
What's strange is that the tomahawk chops so suddenly and crookedly, passing less than five centimeters above Conrad's right forehead and right shoulder, and finally hits the muddy ground, splashing out large chunks of mud.
This action is as ridiculous as falling on the ground.
Only people with extreme dynamic vision can see that just before the huge battle ax was about to hit Conrad's face, the battle spear on his right hand turned into a purple afterglow, sweeping from left to right, steadily.
He struck hard on the side of the giant ax blade, deflecting the ax head with absolute violence.
The next second, Conrad stepped forward and leaned down while the demon skeleton was slashing. His left hand, which was surrounded by dazzling lightning, suddenly hit the skeleton's chest with a front fist.
"Crack!"
Pieces of ribs snapped.
After breaking into the skull's chest, Conrad's left hand filled with lightning turned into a fist and claw, and grabbed the very obscure light black fire on the demon skull's chest.
Immediately, the entire skull statue was cast into stone and froze in place motionless.
It seemed that some decision had been made. After the skeleton paused briefly, it freed its right arm to grab Conrad's face.
Unfortunately it doesn't help.
The dazzling lightning on Conrad's left hand quickly grew larger and stronger.
"Bang!"
Finally, the entire body of the demon skeleton exploded suddenly, turning into countless bone fragments less than one centimeter long, and black dust, flying into the surrounding air.
Seconds!
Hank Gerald, as the Great Knight of Light in Sequence 6, is a bit ashamed.
In terms of rank, he is one level higher than Conrad.
In terms of actual combat, he can't even keep up with him.
With just one glance, Conrad saw through the demon skeleton's weakness, which was its innate combat intuition and experience gained from life-and-death fights.
Although Hank and the others also experienced the Lair Battle, in the final analysis, they were just academic knights trained by their families and had far less combat experience.
They felt a touch of shame, but it stimulated the knights' competitive spirit. They brandished brand-new cross swords, and in groups of three, they rushed towards the demon skeleton in the square.
"Oh?" In the hall on the top floor of the fortress, a burly figure wearing full armor broke the silence here. He stood up with a bang, and then touched his beloved horse that was leaning next to him.
This strange war horse with a pale fluorescent green snorted, then stretched out its thick tongue full of barbs, like a mace, and licked the knight, making a harsh metal scraping sound on his gauntlets.
"It's so boring. I'm just going to go down and see if this team of desperate guys can bring me... a surprise." The knight got on his horse, rode this miserable green horse, and rushed out of the hall, and then walked out of the hall.
There was a hole in the middle of the huge spiral staircase at the main entrance, and I jumped down...
On the other side, Mark came to a corner on the right side of the square while hiding.
There is a pool of water with green hair floating on the surface.
"No! Even if you kill me, don't enter this dirty pool." For some reason, the Bison girl got into trouble.
Mark made a decisive move: "Shall I make Xiao Long Bao for you?"
"Well."
"Additional soy milk? Roujiamo?"
"Woooooo! I'm going! Isn't it okay if I go?" Baison cried and shouted, and then he turned into a bastard of Baison again.
No matter how many times he watched it, Mark felt like he was losing his IQ when he saw Bison, a bastard with four "funny" eyes.
"Alas!" He had no choice but to enter the body of this illusory tortoise and slowly sink into the pool.
Sure enough, this waterway is not a good route.
Not long after it sank, I saw the hands of the dead growing on the wall of the cave, which was less than ten meters in diameter.
Just seeing it makes me think it’s time to lose my sanity.
Fortunately, I have been tortured by this weird world for a long time, and I have some resistance.
Mark, one person and two people [abnormal], suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and quickly passed the waterway, which was about a hundred meters long.
When they were about to surface, through the water refracted by the light, they could vaguely see an old man wrapped in a red blanket sitting on a rocking chair at the only doorway beside the pool.
Under the strange green light, the old man stared at the equally calm underground lake with calm eyes.
"Do you want to go there?" Bison asked Mark in the soul circuit.
Mark shook his head: "Have you noticed that this old man's exposed face and hands exude the aura of humanity, while the rest of the place wrapped by the red carpet is dark and soulless."
"Disgusting-" Bison made a sound of disgust.
The surface of the lake seemed to always be the same. Suddenly, there was a splash, and a hand that was supposed to be on the wall of the cave in the water flew out inexplicably.
The old man said "Hmm" and made a driving movement with his left hand. The palm of the skinny ghost hand split open on its own, revealing a pair of red eyes.
Its eyes seemed to look around, and it didn't know why it suddenly came to the water. It didn't care about the old man's urging. It stood on its head with its hand, using its fingers as its feet, and walked crookedly for dozens of steps, and finally finally
Jump back into the water.
Everything became calm again.
The old man didn't notice that a sneaky figure, stepping on the hidden spiritual thread hanging high in the air, leaped over his head and quietly entered the fortress.
