Chapter 211 What should I do if people become abstract?
To be honest, if it were Mark himself, he would never have such a good reaction.
He was even surprised by his own performance. He clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the smart pupils in his eyes quickly scanned the enemies in the distance.
Many World Unification believers were shocked by Mark's sharp eyes, which were as sharp as an eagle.
Of course, this is just a moment.
Their muscle instinct still allowed them to pull the trigger continuously and shoot the second crossbow arrow.
There was a burst of extremely chaotic noises in the void, including muffled thunder, the sound of "bibo" like flames igniting something, a smooth hissing sound, and even the cold phantom sound of spiritual power spreading.
A large number of crossbow arrows with different attributes converged into a rain of arrows on both sides of Mark at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It is completely foreseeable that in the next moment, these murderous arrows will pour down like a sudden heavy rain. If it were Mark in the past, after losing the agility bonus that Mini brought to him, he would not be sure.
To be shot through and turned into a bloody porcupine.
However, Mark not only reacted, dancing the long and heavy sword into a gorgeous fan-shaped sword flower, blocking the sharpest crossbow arrow, but the mysterious power in his body also burst out at the same time.
[Reverse Halo] activates!
The arrow rain composed of more than ten types of different attribute powers, while the opponent watched in great horror, strangely reversed 180 degrees in mid-air and reflected back towards the original shooting trajectory.
Come quickly! Go quickly!
"Dang!" Almost at the same time that Mark knocked away an arrow of scarlet light that could not be reflected back with his long sword, other ordinary arrows had already completed their reflection.
The energy contained in the arrows exploded on the bodies of the One Thousand Realms believers.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Amidst the continuous loud noises, the large suspended rocks were filled with scenes of blood and flesh flying everywhere.
The golden thunderball blew up several large rocks, and the rocks that were blown up fell on the surrounding believers like machine gun fire. Even if some of the body tissues of those weird Wanjie Guiyi believers did not seem to be in this world,
But the terrible pain coming from the soul connection still made them scream together.
He finally discovered that there was something wrong with him - his power of destiny was incomplete. If it had been before, he would have launched a cross-border strike and blown these lunatics to pieces.
However, the arrows shot back with [Reverse Halo] seriously injured these guys, but they were not fatal.
Even though he saw with his own eyes that a believer had an almost square piece on his chest, a terrifying hole through which an arm could pass. In theory, this was a large hole inside the body cavity, but no blood or visceral fragments flowed out, as if it were empty.
It's just a hole, similar to a cow's nose ring. It passes through the cow's body but is not necessarily harmful.
"Tch!" Seeing their backs turning and running away, Mark spat bitterly.
These Reformed Christians themselves have little fighting ability, and many of them were civilians before. They can do so many things only because of their weird body structure.
To give an inappropriate analogy: They are born as humans, but their hearts can be on Earth and their stomachs can be on Mars.
Without the ability to cross space, we can't kill them.
Mark subconsciously wanted to chase him, but was stopped.
Among these abstract-looking Reformed Christians, a group of guys wearing tattered black armor rushed towards them.
The reason why they are described as "tattered" is because they not only have gorgeous carved shoulder armor that is expensive to make at first glance, but also have strangely exposed areas such as the chest and abdomen. Like a barbarian, they only use animal skins to wrap their bodies.
The chest is even exposed.
"No one can escape the end of all realms of destruction!"
"Merge is the only way out!"
Finding that these guys were also neurotic, Mark directly launched an attack without saying any more words.
He was holding a two-handed sword. Thanks to his extremely strong arm strength, he didn't feel the burden of holding the sword with one hand, which allowed him to hold the gun in his left hand and fire six shots in a row.
The other party obviously didn't expect Mark to be so "unruly", and several guys were shot on the spot.
A grenade exuding a holy aura hit a black-armored knight. The grenade easily penetrated the 2mm thick armor and entered his body. When the grenade fragments splashed away, the accident happened again!
The powerful 40mm grenade did destroy that part of flesh, flesh and internal organs. When the fragments tried to pass through the exploded internal organs and enter the next area, a dark light curtain immediately rose between the guy's internal organs.
The black shadow floated like gelatin, exuding a strange aura of destruction.
This limited the damage of the rifle grenade to an area about the size of the palm of the black knight's body.
"Tch! Can even the human body be modularized?" Mark complained angrily.
However, he had no other weapons at hand. Not only Minnie and Byson were not there, but he also didn't have a centipede lantern. It seemed that any spiritual gadget that had (or originally had) self-awareness could not be brought into this world.
Mark could only wave his flaming long sword and use the most crisp swordsmanship to face the dozen black knights.
With a thought, Mark and his sword merged into one, and the sword edge suddenly shot out three meters away.
As the saying goes, an inch long is an inch strong.
With a 155cm two-handed sword, coupled with the lunge, and the powerful [combat system] spiritual power pouring out from his body, Mark's entire body turned into a stream of light.
The edge of the sword is coming in an instant!
There was a "Crack" sound, like the sound of paper being cut with a utility knife.
Just like Mark taught Vivian and the others, they ignored the opponent's equipment and only slashed along the dividing line of their bodies. The seemingly ferocious black knight in front of them disintegrated in mid-air seemingly without any warning.
To say that there are no signs is to fool the layman. Because as long as you have strong enough dynamic vision, you can see clearly that the dividing line on the black knight's body is cut by the powerful spiritual power of the sword. It first appears in the vision.
It is divided into two, and then the visual separation leads to the separation of space.
The entire Black Knight was like a pile of kicked-up building blocks, which collapsed and split apart, splitting from two into four, then into eight, until every strange dividing line on his body was separated from the other lines.
No screams!
No wailing!
Only silent annihilation!
This instead aroused the fear of these knights united in all realms.
"No! It's impossible! Except for the Lord of All Realms, no mortal has this ability." A guy who looked like a knight commander exclaimed.
His scream was more like a display of cowardice.
A premonition of impending disaster suddenly spread in the knight commander's heart: "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
He screamed immediately, but was still a step too late. Mark used dexterous movements that were absolutely impossible for an ordinary two-handed swordsman to step on the gravel suspended in the void and crash into the Black Knight's queue first.
The flame-shaped long sword swung out a piece of golden sword light that fell from the sky and exploded in the black knight team in an instant.
The arc-shaped sword light kept passing over the black body. In just a few breaths, the Black Knight Squadron that the Knight Commander had carefully cultivated for many years was completely wiped out.
However, a new enemy arrived just at this moment.
They were several strange beings that looked like ascetics, naked to the waist and carrying metal thorn strips on their backs.
A slovenly Reformed Christian stretched out his left hand covered with thorn chains and pointed at Mark, and a large cluster of gray-colored auras suddenly flew towards him.
This time, Mark could only forcefully open the spiritual shield to carry it.
Can't resist!
I have no idea what type of spell this is. There are too many gray-colored spiritual light balls with black, gray, and dark green as the main colors. No matter how much Mark blocks and dodges, he still gets hit three times.
"Woo!"
This was the first time Mark felt the severe pain and weakness caused by this kind of injury.
So weird!
One of the injuries was on his right thigh. Even without tearing his pants, Mark could feel the skin on his thigh shrinking as if it was scorched.
The second spot was on the left forearm, which felt like ice.
The last one was in the right abdomen, which was a sharp, needle-like pain.
At the critical moment, Mark performed a flying sword trick.
Of course, he didn't throw away his most convenient two-handed sword. What was thrown out was Ms. Ye's [Night Owl]!
Under the control of Mark's excessively powerful spiritual power, the dagger drew an exaggerated arc in mid-air, and every node on the arc was the neck of these new cultists.
"Puff puff puff..."
Unlike the black knights, most of these black fallen monks have high attack and low defense. The Night Owl pierced their necks, and they... just belched.
The sudden death was so simple that Mark even couldn't believe it.
The reactions of these guys before they died cannot be faked - they covered the big holes in their necks in vain in an attempt to delay the flow of blood. In pain and despair, they exposed their bloodshot white teeth, as if they were still alive before death.
Don’t forget the beast that chooses people to devour.
To die is to die!
They were like fishes caught in the water. They jumped a few times and then lay dead in the void.
The deaths of these fallen ascetics destroyed the last courage of the Reformed Christians.
The leading black knight captain called out a strong black horse on one side and a strange horse that looked like an undead horse on the other. After getting on the horse, he quickly distanced himself from Mark.
His hoarse voice seemed to float from the depths of hell. While galloping, he did not forget to stare at Mark with his eyes like a dead fish, gritted his teeth and said harshly: "Mark Destiny! Stop!"
I thought it would end like this! Your blasphemy against [all realms] cannot be redeemed by your death alone. We will...ah!"
[Night Owl] struck back with a sword at the critical moment and also stabbed him in the neck.
The damn thing is, this guy's neck isn't his weak point?
Injured but not dead, this is the current situation of this guy.
After being slapped with a sword by Mark, this guy's mouth was a bit clearer and he really ran away with his tail between his legs.
Mark didn't have time to chase him. The severe pain in his body made him stop and check his body.
"Bah! What the hell is this?"
Mark was shocked. He was shocked to find that his body had become 'modular'.
A left forearm, from the wrist to the elbow, belonged to him, but the forearm became unlike his arm, completely withered away.
At this moment, the fate dice suddenly made a sound.
[Disorder of the thread of destiny has been detected. Will the host activate (fate reconciliation)? 】