"Even the gods in this world are just pawns on a chessboard. It won't make any sense for us to stay here longer." Mark's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "If you follow me, I won't do it.
I have treated you badly. I will leave 10 tickets for each of you. As long as you are not my enemy, you can get on the ship. As for whether they are willing to get on the ship, it is not my problem."
If you are a civilian, 10 ferry tickets are definitely a lot.
Don't forget, they come from aristocratic families, and their family is already big.
With 10 tickets per person, I can only say it’s okay.
…
Over there, Albert left Mark's study and returned to his bedroom. When he sincerely prayed to his own gods, he received the response from the goddess immediately.
【I already know!】
No anger, no reaction. As inscrutable as ever.
Albert understood that this goddess who hated evil would not be as light-hearted as she appeared to be and would not give up.
In fact, he guessed correctly.
In the Twin God Kingdom at the top of the spiritual world, the goddess of light was so angry that she threw things almost immediately.
A fierce golden halo swelled throughout the Kingdom of God, raising the brightness of the entire Kingdom of God by an unknown number of levels. If it were a mortal, he would probably be blinded on the spot.
The angels were stunned and immediately lowered their heads silently.
Recently, my goddess has been getting angry more and more frequently.
The gorgeous golden palace is filled with an indescribable sacredness as always.
Yet the One who is supposed to be the most holy now looks anything but holy.
"That boy! That little pervert! How dare he put that damn blasphemous look on us!?" The goddess of light screamed angrily, turning her head to look at the corner of the room: "This time, don't
Stop me. Not only will I beat him, I will also punish the Destiny family severely!"
In the splendid temple, there is a dark and quiet corner, which is a place reserved for her good sister, the goddess of the night.
A cold voice came from the black-haired beauty who was like a perfect statue: "My good sister, how long has it been? Don't you still think that the wooden heads of the Destiny family have been completely brainwashed by you?
Believers, can you still teach a disobedient son who colludes with a large number of god kings? Wake up, sister!"
"Replace the soul, right? I know! Of course I know this is the conspiracy of those outer gods. But I'm angry!"
"Sister, those foreign gods didn't unite with those bastards and stab us in the back. It's already a shame."
"..." The goddess of light quickly calmed down.
"I've already released the news. There will always be someone who can't help but take the bait. Let's see how effective our attack is." The cold eyes of the goddess of the night flashed with a fierce light.
On the other side, Mark seemed to have done nothing, but in fact he was ready for everything.
That afternoon, he fished in that swimming pool. After getting out of the water, he fished for two hours. In the end, he caught four goddess-level white fish.
Mark lay comfortably on the water bed, feeling the return of his soul fragments.
According to them, the soul fragments that are fused back are often quite violent, like a torrent, rushing into their souls.
Mark didn't feel this way. Every time the soul fragment returned, it was as smooth as silk.
Marks of different power categories will even be summarized and classified by themselves to strengthen the power in a certain field.
The only thing that made him a little uncomfortable was the memory.
He groaned, his head buzzing, and a large amount of memory fragments from the parallel world flooded into him in an instant.
Fortunately, he had absorbed too many soul fragments of his 'other self' before and was extremely resistant to such huge information impact.
Even so, such a large amount of information still took him half an hour to calm down.
Mark was very surprised that other 'Marks' were working so hard. If the goddesses accepting the soul fragments were equivalent to taming another self with the same self-will, Mark felt that he was recycling the [peripheral equipment] that originally belonged to his own body.
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Yes! The difference is so outrageous.
One more soul fragment is not much, and one less is not bad either.
After a little self-examination, he found that after collecting 2333 soul fragments, his soul integrity is now almost full. And the strength of his body and soul is even more outrageous - other extraordinary people have to practice hard throughout their lives to reach the sequence.
2 is already a miracle.
Mark feels like he has reached Sequence 2 now casually.
It's not that he doesn't work hard, it's that the other Marks are too powerful. There are about one or two hundred Marks in parallel worlds who form a group and practice extraordinary power in a specific direction. Not only do they not overlap with each other, but the skills they practice are quite complementary.
.
There is simply an invisible hand coordinating all the actions of 'Mark' in different parallel worlds.
Mark clearly felt that there was a crucial lack in his memory - this had a great relationship with his coming into this world.
Assuming that all Marks are scattered into three thousand parallel worlds, and they have their own will, then their life trajectories will not only be vastly different and different, but even if they embark on an extraordinary path, they will inevitably repeat themselves. It cannot be like this,
As if it was calculated very carefully, no time was wasted repeatedly, and the talents were staggered and fully tapped.
The most important thing is that they did not give him, the core person, any mental or soul-level burden, but only transmitted back memories that were not repeated and needed attention.
Everything fully proves that his time travel was planned and premeditated.
The most wonderful thing is that the guy who made this plan is probably Mark himself. He vaguely felt that before entering this world, he sealed this key memory outside the world.
The advantage of this is that even if the gods of this world capture all the Marks, they will not know their true purpose.
The downside is...
"I actually kept myself in the dark, and then split myself into three thousand parts...Geez! So I am such a cruel person?" Mark suddenly smiled bitterly.
For the first time in his life, Mark felt like he was the one doing big things.
"But it's almost time..." Mark murmured, and then he called Vivian back.
Half an hour later, Vivian rushed back to Mark's study in a dusty state.
"What happened? Are you in such a hurry?" As soon as she entered the door, she saw Hank, Conrad, Lane, and even the leader of the Heroic Knights, Barak and other core officers here.
"Send the order! Shrink the front line. All citizens enter the shelter. We have important 'guests' coming. As for how many people can survive later, leave it to God."