Rosalin complained: "No! Apart from your face, I feel like who changed my man?"
The entire line of Mark's body has changed. If he says it hasn't changed, who are you kidding?
"Oh! You're not kidding. Something did happen to me. Let me save and heal them first." Mark didn't just make wisecracks and wait for his girl to suffer.
Several male subordinates voluntarily retreated to the outer hall, leaving only the female family members in the inner room.
"Does it hurt?" Mark looked at the two women sitting on the bed, covering their heads.
"Spiritually." Marianne still tried to remain reserved.
Yolanda couldn't bear it: "I feel like there's another 'me' in my spirit that keeps wailing in my ears."
"I'm beginning to understand why some of those Ten Thousand Worlds Unification believers are mentally ill." As Mark said, he stretched out his hands and pressed them on the foreheads of the two women. On their eyebrows, two blue rays of light gently
Swing away.
See it more clearly in Destiny Vision:
The little destiny figure representing them originally exuded a faint golden glow, but now they are entangled by a fate figure exactly like them.
It is true that Marianne and Yolanda from the parallel world have become ghosts. They have fallen into darkness, lost themselves, and muttered to themselves all day long. Only the painful memories of the past are left, lingering in the form of curse spirits.
The common point that connects the two worlds - the palace where they both stayed.
According to the common practice of major orthodox churches, the simplest operation is to erase this existence with a soul.
In this way, the Lord will naturally be fine.
Mark has a different view.
He absorbed his own clone's methods and was able to greatly improve his own strength.
What if they can do it too?
"Are you afraid?" Mark spoke softly. On the soul level, that gentle voice was like a shocking bell, clanging in the soul world of the two women.
Instead of forcing those two souls who were condensed with fear and pain, Mark showed the glorious achievements of his fellow countrymen when they were crossing the bottomless abyss, and passed on the memory scenes.
The effect is immediate!
Just like that, the meaningless screams and roars that the two resentful spirits kept emitting were immediately reduced by half.
Here comes Mark's second sentence.
"Want to take revenge? Leave your destiny to me! I will help you take revenge!" Mark's magnetic voice was even more alluring.
This is the temptation of destiny!
If there is any spirit that is confused in its consciousness, it will definitely be tempted by Mark.
At this point, the almost knotted thread of fate in the destiny horizon has been unraveled. In fact, Mark can cut the knot quickly and use his own power of destiny to forcibly dismantle these two cursed spirits.
Mark wants more!
When the resentful spirit showed some signs of regaining its sanity, Mark activated [Fate Reconciliation] and [Fate Diversion] without hesitation!
At the level of [Destiny Predator], this is a skill that is only applicable to Mark himself. After being promoted to Master of Destiny, Mark can edit the threads of destiny around him to a certain extent.
Several illusory knitting needles appeared next to the knitting threads, and quickly picked out black, gray, dark green and other knitting threads that represented negative fate. Mark pressed both hands at the same time and pressed the good fate knitting threads into the fate of the two women.
among.
In the next moment, all those bad threads of fate were shunted away. I don’t know where they went, but they disappeared from Mark’s vision of fate.
And the two women...
"Ah! I'm... ready?" Marianne said in surprise.
"Me, me too!" Yolanda also couldn't believe her eyes.
There were no outsiders here. Marianne pulled up her clothes and looked at her smooth and flat belly. Where could she find the abstract painting-style skin with different skin colors just now?
The two ecstatic women pounced on each other and kept cumming into Mark's face.
"Dear, thank you! Thank you so much." Yolanda became extremely enthusiastic.
Marianne was a little more rational: "Mark, we didn't make you pay a terrible price, did we?"
Mark smiled: "The price? Yes. It's just something that can be earned back."
Destiny Dice: [Thank you host for the 20,000 destiny points! 】
It hurts a little!
But it's okay.
At this time, Princess Marianne no longer had any doubts and threw herself into the fervent thanksgiving.
Mark hugged the princess's slender waist tightly and suddenly remembered something: "Well, speaking of the price, there is actually one. Does this require your cooperation?"
"Um?"
So, in the middle of the night, a white human-shaped object that looked like a frog appeared on the tilted glass of the swimming pool.
Perhaps the frog was impaled by the 40mm iron pillar and could not move, so he struggled to wipe the glass clean.
In this world, there are only a handful of beings who can weave their own destiny.
In a back alley of the Royal Capital of Wright, Judge Tony had just wiped out two members of the All Worlds Unification Cultists when he was suddenly pulled into a ruins.
He immediately discovered that this was the location where his family was massacred.
"No, this is..." What frightened Judge Tony the most was that he actually turned into a sinful priest who believed in [wrath].
Before he could react, dozens of punishers from the Twin Goddess Cult rushed out of the ruins and attacked him without saying a word.
No suspense!
After ten minutes of resistance, Tony was finally shot through the heart by a bright bullet.
Tony was not dead. Not only was he not dead, he was pressing his hand on the wound and watching in horror as he, the Inquisitor, slowly floated over in the distance.
"Ahhh! Why? Why is this happening? I should be the judge? Why do you want me to become the existence I hate the most?"
Before he could finish screaming, the illusory ruins began to shake. Whether it was bricks or bricks or the members of the Twin Church who besieged him, they all exploded into countless obscure light spots, flying bit by bit.
spread.
Eventually it submerged into his body and soul.
Not long after, the figure of 'Judge Tony' appeared again in the alley that had become silent.
Except for the two mutilated corpses of the Reformed Christians on the ground, there was only a layer of faint gray clouds left around them, which gave the air a fishy smell.
At this time, several punishers came to this alley.
"Sir Tony, is the battle... over?"
The mist dissipated little by little, leaving Tony leaning against the wall of the alley, breathing heavily.
Judge Tony's figure is already taller than most of the Wrights. Whether it was an illusion or not, the Punishers felt that Judge Tony was a little thinner than before, looking more like a thin shadow.
Tony's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were full of bloody foam. He stared at the Punishers with a bitter and hateful look as if they were his father-killing enemies - almost making his men wonder if he owed the Lord Inquisitor a hundred thousand lite dollars.
The debt has not been paid.
"Your Excellency?" It's not that the Punisher secretly turned on the evil-detecting props. But the props didn't respond.
Tony was stunned for several seconds before spitting out blood foam: "Damn it, I was slightly injured. You are not allowed to tell anyone about my injury."
Faced with such vicious instructions, how could the Punishers dare to mess with Tony? They knew that the Lord Judge had never had a bad temper. They quickly said: "Uh, okay, Your Excellency. I will follow your instructions."
