In the atrium on the first floor of the fortress, a miserable green war horse was carrying its owner [Death] and kept circling along the edge of the atrium.
On horseback, a knight wearing a full set of emerald green armor became increasingly impatient. His lance was hung on the saddle bracket, and his sword was still in its scabbard.
He held his right elbow with his left hand, and held the cold chin of the helmet with his right hand.
"What are those guys dawdling about? Aren't they just Demon Skeleton Warriors? Do they need to fight for so long?"
"Okay! I admit that the demon skeletons I put in the square are all elites. It is quite difficult for ordinary human extraordinary people to deal with them. But it won't take so long, right?"
"Huh? They actually want to purify the square? Just kidding, this is connected to the entire fortress. Unless they have the ability to blow up the fortress directly."
"Too cautious! Is this still a violent storm believer?"
In fact, the death knight already had the urge to rush out and have a fight, and then asked: "But wouldn't it be too disgraceful for me to go out like this?"
"No! I must have the style of a demon! Otherwise, how can I be a demon in the future?"
On the other side, Mark would never have imagined that the owner of this fortress would be such a troubled maniac.
He was stunned by the view inside the fortress.
carpet!
A rug made from bone hands.
Countless dry hands were not only laid layer by layer on the ground to form carpets, but also to form wallpapers and ceilings.
This densely packed scene is enough to cause anyone without trypophobia to suffer from these damn symptoms.
Even though Mark was well-informed, he was still severely shocked by this scene.
Mark noticed that on the palms of many hands, there were eyes closed as if they were asleep, and a pair of mouths that were temporarily closed. It seemed that so many [hands] were sleeping.
"Mini, Byson, if I step on any hand, will I wake up this [Hell of Hands] on the spot?"
Minnie: "Yes."
Bison: "I'm convinced by you. You come to these weird places every time. Do you want to scare me to death?"
mark:"……"
Mark observed for a long time: "Mini, is there a possibility that you could shoot spiritual threads into the gaps between your hands to form a network and let me fly across?"
"I can give it a try."
Mini's shadow appeared behind Mark. The puppet's hands held Mark's hands. A large bundle of spiritual threads wrapped around Mark and her waist. Mark's whole body was like a string puppet, suspended by a bunch of spiritual threads.
Flying across this ocean of [hands].
Under the cover of Byson's concealment skills, no matter from the perspective of the spiritual world or human eyesight, at most, you can only see a blurry shadow flying past.
Soon, Mark came to a place that should be a warehouse, and he saw a lot of cannons that looked like scraps of metal.
"Muzzleloader? What century is this thing from?" Mark muttered in his mind.
Not only were these cannons covered with a thick patina, they had obviously not been used for a long time. Some of the wooden wheels on which the cannons were mounted had rotted away, leaving the barrels lying in a mess on the ground.
However, when he came to the end of the warehouse, he found a huge pig iron door.
Looking at the thick loose leaves on the door frame, Mark suddenly realized that the door was probably extremely thick, easily half a meter thick.
There is a relief of a goat-headed monster on the door.
This monster has a standard giant goat head, but its body is humanoid.
There are a total of eighteen kinds of weapons stuck on its chest.
It is not the traditional Chinese eighteen weapons, but a cold weapon with more characteristics of this world.
Mark saw a "Fan of Knives" that was characteristic of the islands here. It was made of three sickle-like objects stacked into a large hook. With one move, the opponent would be pulled out with at least a row of blood marks.
Mark frowned.
Before he could think about it, two rays of red light suddenly lit up in the eyes of the goat-headed monster relief. Those eyes full of evil feelings passed through Byson's hiding barrier and fell directly on Mark.
Mark knew he had been seen through.
Although he didn't know why, he just had this intuition.
"Ah...no one has been here for a long time." The goat-headed monster opened its mouth, revealing a pair of sharp and tiny fangs that were incompatible with the appearance of a goat. It spoke in half-baked Wright language: "Stranger, just
You need to answer a question from me. If you answer it correctly, you will pass, and I will not alert the guards here."
The voice of the goat-headed monster sculpture had a strong nasal sound. Mark was really worried that it would make a "baa" sound next second.
"You ask." Mark said solemnly.
"Has war changed?"
It sounds like the question is whether the artillery in this warehouse is still useful.
This is actually a very philosophical proverb.
Mark had an idea, shook his head, and said in a deeper voice: "Throughout the ages, war has never changed!"
"Hoo ho! That's a good answer. Boy, since you understand what war is, you are qualified to challenge [Death]. In the end, he is just an outsider..." The sheep-headed monster just finished speaking, and the relief on the
Suddenly, pillars of blood shot out, just like the 18 weapons pierced on its body. It was only at this moment that it exerted its due killing power.
The entire goat-headed monster relief was torn apart and turned into bloody pieces of flesh, falling to the ground with a crackle.
The door, which should have been extremely heavy and perhaps even completely rusted, opened silently.
In Mark's surprised gaze, he saw that a total of 36 rusted front-loading cannons turned into bloody auras, which converged into Mark's hand like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, turning into a large stack of blood moon cards, and an antique
Monocular telescope.
The introduction of the card is also quite simple and crude:
[(Netherworld Cannon): The target of the monocular telescope is the direction of the cannon. The captain’s truth is within the range of the cannon! 】
Mark's cheek muscles twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: Now that's it, why does my fake ghost ship seem to be fake?
Standing in front of the remains of the goat-headed monster relief, Mark observed a few seconds of silence and felt a sense of desolation and loneliness.
This is obviously another otherworld that has lost its owner. It turns out that this place is mostly used as an outpost to attack the real world.
It is very possible that the previous owner was the [War] Knight.
Perhaps this goat-headed monster was once a very dedicated guardian, but unfortunately after its owner died, the current owner opened the door in a very cruel way and forced it to serve it.
The long time and the painful struggle left the goat-headed guardian with only a little remaining obsession.
It is rare to see an intruder with an appetite, so he simply goes with the flow and gives all his collections that are behind the times to the intruder.
Of course, Mark did not rule out that his [Destiny Predator] profession was at work.
Because through the dice, he saw this in his career description: "Don't envy others' good lives, just go and grab them if you like them".
Looking at the job description again, his profile picture is of Claude with blond hair. Mark can't help but feel in a trance: The blond hair is actually me!?
After passing through the underground warehouse, Mark came to a place similar to a side hall. When he looked at the top of the side hall, his scalp went numb.
There were black waves swaying there. When I looked carefully, I was surprised to find that they were actually adult-sized black bats.
Mark finally understood why, assuming he had sneaked in directly, the dice would have given a useless number of 12 points.
In front of the bat's ultrasonic waves, unless Mark could completely transform himself into a spiritual body, it would be impossible to escape.
Moreover, Mark's spiritual sense has sensed that a very powerful being is already waiting in the atrium of the fortress, wandering around. Combined with the words of the goat-headed monster relief, Mark basically confirmed that it is the current owner [Death Knight].
Without any further hesitation, Mark used his soul circuit to send a message to Conrad and the others: storm the gate.
"Yes! My lord!" Conrad and others, who had been somewhat fussy before, all worked hard together.
The square at the main entrance suddenly roared loudly.
The violent lightning strike struck the demon skeleton's body, immediately exploding large swaths of bone debris.
The body of the demon skeleton flew out and fell apart in mid-air.
There was another muffled thunder, and the gate of the fortress received a direct hit for the first time since the war began.
Sure enough, the knight in the atrium could no longer hold his temper.
"Hahaha! Poor mortals! Come and enjoy this feast of death!"
Mark sensed that with a roar of joy, a pale green shadow protruded out of the door and headed towards Conrad and the others.
"Bison, can you expand the coverage area to include the entire side hall?"
"Give me a piece of ectoplasmic cake."
"good!"
The shadow silently expanded its scope, and the bats rubbing shoulders one after another on the top of the side hall finally discovered Mark hiding in the shadow of the warehouse door.
Unfortunately, before they had time to disperse, the 40mm revolver grenade was stuck in their faces.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" Mark flipped the hammer quickly, and six grenades were shot out of the gun almost one after another. The huge reaction force made Mark's right hand numb.
Fortunately, the bats are too concentrated.
The terrifying destructive power of the psychic bombs caused them to spill black blood in mid-air on the spot, mixed with their shattered limbs, and they fell to the ground in a state of disgrace.
Normally, once they disperse, they still have a chance to pose a threat to Mark.
Mini took action.
The horizontal and vertical spiritual threads have already woven a death net in the middle of the side hall.
The large bats either crashed into the spiritual silk net and were cut into dirty pieces of flesh, or they stayed in place in horror, waiting for Mark's second round of revolvers.
There was another round of roar, and this time, the side hall was completely quiet. Only some of the missing limbs were still twitching strangely on the ground because the nerves were not completely dead.
"Walk!"
Every minute and every second spent to lure away the [Death Knight] is precious.
Mark didn't know why the dice of fate guided him in this way. He only knew that putting Conrad and the others under excessive pressure would likely lead to unnecessary attrition.
With only this few people in his team, the losses would be huge.
I'm going to worship my ancestors tomorrow morning, so I'll probably have a whole day's work, so I'll just update 2 today. Sorry.
