For the first time in thousands of years, a sub-god-level demon will be killed.
Botis died in battle, and the War Demon was brutally slapped in the face. What happened on that day quickly spread throughout the God Realm.
From this moment on, anyone with a sane mind will not come to mess with Mark.
Mark knew very well that everything was only temporary.
The gods are wary of him because it is not worth the gain to mess with him now.
When chaos comes, it's a different matter.
If a god is about to die, let alone someone who has the mark of another god, even if the true god who protects this person is standing by his side, he will still fight for his life.
The veteran gods who have experienced cruel god wars can still ignore the constraints of the camp and grasp flexible moral bottom lines, let alone the evil demons who are not smart, or the crazy cultists.
Moreover, it is an alien god who is covering Mark. It is unknown how frequently the alien gods can come and how powerful they will be.
As long as there are enough benefits, even gods will still resort to all kinds of dirty tricks.
The only good thing is that Mark had enough time and space to develop before the chaos broke out.
The local gods in the spiritual world dispersed quickly, and what should be fermented behind them would still ferment, and that was beyond Mark's control.
Only the incarnation of the muse remained in the end. This gorgeous red-haired goddess gently lifted the hem of her skirt and made a very ladylike curtsy.
Without any pretense of being a god, Muse said with a smile: "Mark, it's a pleasure to meet you this morning. I think we can still discuss music and opera together in the future, right?"
Mark put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "This is my honor, Muse."
The goddess of music turned into a stream of red light and disappeared at the bow of the ship.
Except for the huge figure a hundred meters away from the bow of the ship, everything seemed to have returned to calm.
Renn and other subordinates looked at the enigmatic Mark with complicated eyes.
They each have their own ideas, and there are a ridiculous amount of things they think about.
For example, Conrad was thinking about the mysterious Mr. Galaxy, Ren was thinking about whether this was the birth of a new church, and Hank was thinking about Destiny's family position. The two women were simple, and they soon realized that they had climbed onto a high tree.
But without exception, they all thought too much.
Ren stepped forward, and this time he knelt on his knees and prostrated deeply.
He said a sentence in Gulite, which when translated into Chinese, the most appropriate meaning is: "Please forgive me for not being able to recognize Mount Tai."
"It's okay, I forgive you." Mark shook his head slowly: "It's just that there are many things that I can't explain to you."
There was piety on Renn's face and a clear sense of fanaticism: "My Lord, you don't need to explain, your will is our mission."
Behind him, Conrad and Hank stepped forward to stand side by side, and then knelt down.
When Helena and Rosalin wanted to salute, Mark held them back.
At this moment, they knew that their identities were different, and there was a slight blush on the faces of the two women.
Because the attack came so suddenly, most members of the Caribbean had no idea what was happening. They lacked psychic powers and were not even alerted.
Mark's disappearance a moment ago was also not made public by the core members.
Only Marianne and other people with extraordinary power could vaguely feel that something had happened.
Of course, not everyone and everything has changed. For example, a new torture room was added in the Hall of Valor. A certain Apocalypse Knight who became a traitor had to enjoy the top ten tortures in the spiritual world.
Mark didn't simply erase all Gusin's sanity.
Before Wang Hao leaves, give him a good idea...
In a sense, what Mark is doing is actually blaspheming the [Laws of War].
With this kind of thing, not even the War Demon God cares about the life and death of Botis, let alone the life and death of a little Apocalypse Knight.
In ancient times, there were seven captures and seven verticals, but now in the battlefield of souls, Gu Xin was tortured a hundred times.
Of course, this needs to be done slowly.
It was November, and Mark finally decided to take a boat to the port of Austin in Hokuriku.
As we get closer to the north, winter has begun in most northern areas, and the temperature has begun to drop at a rate of two to three degrees a day.
Mark didn't feel anything, but many ordinary people on the ship had colds.
This includes Mark's new batch of maids and maids from Bolivar.
Mark had to find a port to anchor for five days. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Helena made an appointment with the dock to renovate the cruise ship through the Mechanicum's communication network.
Normally speaking, a cruise ship as big as the Caribbean can be handled by the top maritime powers in the world with less than thirty docks in total. Excluding military docks, even less can be done. It should be very
It’s just that it’s difficult to schedule.
The reply Helena brought was: "The Chkalov Shipyard is available, but they have said they have been in trouble recently. If we can go there, they would be willing to help us do the work at a cost price."
"What trouble?"
"They won't say it, but they have an [ice sea swarm] event every summer and winter. That is, many low-level amphibious demons suddenly gather in the ocean and attack several coastal ports."
"Um?"
I have never heard of this Mark.
The Port of Austin does not belong to the Wright Empire. It is located on an ice-covered island with an area of 170,000 square kilometers in the northwest of the empire. It is 30 kilometers away from the mainland where the Wright Empire is located. It is an enclave of the Biel Empire to the northwest.
The relationship between the two empires, at least at this point in time, is neither good nor bad.
There is diplomacy and trade, and the movement of people is normal.
When the relations between the two empires were not good, the Chkalov Shipyard was used as a forward base shipyard, specializing in building warships and preparing to serve as a bridgehead to attack the Leyte Empire.
It was only a major deep-sea volcanic eruption fifty years ago that suddenly turned the Balalev Strait between the two continents into an intermittent sea that can only be passed every half a year.
Since then, a large amount of heat flow has been erupted from the 1,000-meter seabed every six months, making the entire sea area extremely dangerous. Steel ships can still withstand the heat, but the problem is that the heat flow rising from the seabed will form various irregularities.
The whirlpool and undercurrent swallowed up the passing ships.
Before the heat of the deep sea breaks out, it will also induce the demons and amphibious creatures living on the seabed to attack the entire outlying island like crazy.
This abnormality makes the island itself, which has only trees and ordinary-grade iron ore, worthless.
As the shortest waterway between the two empires, merchant ships traveling between the two empires would use this route during safe navigation periods to resell goods urgently needed by the two countries and earn a high price difference.
Helena's reply made Mark fall into deep thought.
After half a second of careful consideration, Mark decided to use the fate dice.
The price...has been paid.
Mark didn't know why those buddies who had mixed up with the God King said this, but they must have their reasons.
Anyway, if you have paid for it, it will definitely be in vain if you don’t use it.
【16】Point!
This number generally means that you will definitely pass the test, but the benefit does not seem to be much.
Well, the main reason is that the recent income has been too generous, and ordinary income does not seem to stimulate anyone.
Mark also realized that this time there was no piece of fate about the future emerging.
"No problem! According to the plan, collect medicines and prepare to sail north. If there are still mortal waiters or servants who are seriously ill, then leave a sum of money for them to recuperate at the port and wait until we return to board the ship."
"yes!"
Three days later, the Caribbean, which could easily reach a speed of 20 knots, arrived outside the port of Austin.
Just as we approached the port, about ten kilometers away from the port, a sharp horn sound similar to an air defense siren suddenly floated faintly from a distance.
"Uuuuuuuu——"
Long and blurry.
Mark didn't react at first, but soon he realized what had happened.
Mini used her spirit thread to guide him and jumped to the bridge in a few seconds. She saw Ren who was turning around and seemed to be preparing to go out and run to report to him.
"My lord! I was just trying to find you." Renn took out a telegram: "It's an open distress telegram from the Port of Austin to the Bill Empire."
"Help?"
"Yes, it was said that it was attacked by a large-scale sea monster."
"Didn't you say that [ice swarms] only occur in late winter, around early February?" Mark frowned.
Hank came up: "It's hard to say. After all, even the [Lair] incident happened, and past experience may not be accurate."
Mark glanced at his dice, which was motionless.
"A clear telegram was sent, saying that the [Caribbean] was willing to come to support. Then the second level alarm was raised on the ship and the mortals were asked to hide in the inner cabin."
"Understood!" Ren nodded, and immediately walked to a thick microphone and shouted at the top of his voice: "Convey the order of our Lord Mark Destiny - this ship is about to enter combat status, please all mortals follow the two instructions
Level combat readiness order, hide in the inner cabin. Repeat..."
In this era without telephones, using a long microphone connecting various cabins to communicate gave Mark, who was watching, a sense of retro confusion.
The power of the Storm War Festival can also increase the volume so that the entire ship can hear it.
Whether they were busy doing chores, cleaning floors or cabins, or preparing meals, all the mortal waiters were stunned for a moment, and then they shouted and closed the protective shields of the portholes in their rooms as they had been trained in advance, and then hurriedly
He hurriedly rushed to the inner cabin of the ship to take refuge.
There used to be only two storm squads with a total of 20 people on the ship, plus a few knights from the Destiny family. Since the Battle of Bolivar, Lao De helped Mark increase the number of knights to 30. Then 30 more Rosalinds came
The personal bodyguards, plus the Extraordinary guards presented by the Boliva families, barely increased the number of Extraordinaries to 120.
This is quite a defense force for a cruise ship.
From the perspective of an extraordinary warship, that's still pitiful.
Fortunately, Mark never thought of relying solely on them. His legion card and legion card were his biggest reliance. Moreover, McDonald helped to modify the demon's stomach and added a card from [World of Warcraft] to it.
】The mouth of the ancient god [Yog-Saron]...
Even after such a transformation, this new SS-level item called [Devourer] has lawful neutral attributes. Can you believe it?
With it, as long as enough spiritual power is supplied, Mark can summon a large group of reincarnation knights centered on the Caribbean.
This is McDonald's confidence.
"Conrad, you will be in charge of the artillery. Hank, if there is a boarding battle later, the command of the 'those knights' will be handed over to you."
"Yes!" The two men responded at the same time.
10 kilometers, this is a subtle distance.
As long as Mark wants, he can let the devil pull the boat with all his strength, Mr. Butis's guest tracker, to an unscientific speed of 33 knots.
The only problem is that the force exerted by a certain four-armed tauren pulling the boat is very uneven.
In this way, you will definitely be able to catch up, but you won't want any dishes on the ship, it will definitely be a mess.
Mark continued to let the ship run at 8 knots, which is the maximum speed of most cruise ships of this era.
In a seaside fortress ten kilometers away, a snow-white woman paced back and forth anxiously.
With her beautiful eyebrows and frown, she asked the telegraph operator almost every minute: "Is there any news?"
Next to her, a female knight in full armor smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, it is impossible to have reinforcements from the mainland. We can only hope that the Chkalov Knights will arrive as soon as possible."
The woman known as Her Highness leaned over a shooting hole in the fortress and glanced outside.
Even from a distance of one kilometer, she could see the densely packed monsters on the beach.
These monsters are only half a human tall. Their heads look like fish, with four arm-like tentacles coming from their cheeks, and their lower bodies look like humans covered in scales.
They just rushed onto the beach with extremely primitive short spears and fearless death.
The beach is covered with bunkers left over from the Bill Empire, and the sound of machine guns crackling like silk has never stopped.
However, the continuous gunshots from twenty bunkers scattered around the area were simply overwhelmed by the noise of these monsters.
Too many!
There are so many of these monsters that they stretch for four kilometers from north to south, covering the entire beach.
"We must hold on! At least hold on until the knights arrive."
Is this easier said than done?
The Knights were so desperate that they encountered the first heavy snowfall since the beginning of winter. The average depth of the snow was half a meter deep, and it was also so soft that even sleds could not use it. It was really difficult to get over.
However, the total number of soldiers in the port is less than 500. Even if all the young men are mobilized, it will still be a drop in the bucket.
The only good thing is that the port was previously built according to military port standards.
Two cliffs extending out of the coastline guard the entire port. At the entrance of the port, there is a huge sluice. When the magic circle on the sluice is activated, a full metal water gate stretches to a depth of 20 meters underwater and is fully two meters thick.
will rise.
In other words, there is no way to enter the port without laying down this fortress that serves as the gateway to the port.
But remaining helpless is not an option.
At this moment, the telegraph operator suddenly made a surprised voice: "Report to your highness! There is a response! A ship named [Caribbean] responded to our call for help and said it was only 10 kilometers away from us."
"Ah! Okay..." The female knight suddenly frowned: "Wait a minute, this name is not the naming style of the Church of Storms ships. Quickly check, what kind of ship is this."
After a while of busy work, a group of people were stunned.
"According to the registration, this is a cruise ship!?"