[Mechanical Ascension] was parked quietly on a small dock outside the city.
The pier belongs to the secret estate of the Mishull family.
The farmhands inside only know that there is a housekeeper who manages them on behalf of the big boss, and they have never seen the big boss who "went to Victoria to study abroad."
Back on the boat, feeling the gentle ripples of the water, Mark was stunned in front of the magic circle in the bilge.
Everything is ready.
The enchanting eyes of strange demons.
Iolite blessed by the Storm Priest.
The golden five-leaf clover was recast with the gold coin blessed by the Goddess of Wealth.
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A total of seven strange sacrifices were placed on a white jade altar the size of a small stool.
A circle outside the altar is a magic circle painted on a large round table with the blood of high-level alien beasts.
On the surface, there are four patterns in the magic circle: a four-winged strange bird fluttering about to fly, a two-headed giant snake winding on a big tree, a hell dog covered in fire, and a typical demon.
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If you look closely, you will find that these patterns are all made up of extremely complex and exquisite magic runes. The entire magic circle is scarlet, which is very eye-catching.
The difficulty involved cannot be described simply by the workload.
The blood will solidify, so you must complete such a complex pattern almost in one go before the blood solidifies. It is impossible to complete it without sufficient skills.
Fortunately, Helena is there.
This high-level craftsman's basic painting skills are absolutely excellent.
Under the round table is the purification circle of the Light Cult.
It looks like a large church as strong as a fortress.
Under normal circumstances, this magic circle will not be activated, only after catching the evil spirit...
It is below, superimposed with the summoning array to form a three-dimensional array.
Outside the double-layered magic circle, a bone machete was inserted casually into a wooden box.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the core.
Just as Mark was about to join the battle, Mini, who had already transformed into a doll, stopped him.
"This is the first time...don't...go."
Well, if he had a choice, Mark wouldn't want to put himself at risk.
"But Minnie, if I don't go, where will the outstanding souls attract the attention of the evil spirits?"
The puppet lady's wooden finger swept across the room from left to right.
Originally, Mark thought she wanted Helena to go, and was about to help refuse her, because Helena's soul strength was not high. A high-level craftsman's understanding of extraordinary power is sometimes not as good as a mysterious apprentice. After all, the core of the Mechanicum craftsman
Power is mechanical knowledge, extraordinary power is incidental.
Unexpectedly, Mini pointed at the little Beisen girl who looked like a melon-faced girl.
"Ah? Wait! Me!?" Byson jumped out excitedly. She was no longer in the pillow form to save energy. When her spirit body was solid enough, she looked no different from a real girl.
"Yes, your...soul...smells very good!"
"No, no, no! I absolutely don't want it! Why do you think I became an [abnormal]? It's not because my bastard dad keeps creating evil monsters at home all day long, which scares me!" The girl from Beisen stuttered.
As if taking medicine, he shook his head crazily.
"Why...your wish is...to go on a big adventure...with a handsome guy..."
Even though Minnie doesn't seem to be able to speak, once she speaks, she is a killer!
The Bison girl's face dropped.
He was afraid, so he developed a lot of hiding skills.
She is truly autistic and longs for adventure.
This character is typical of being afraid of death and seeking death.
It was said right.
Bison looked like he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. He knelt down softly and performed a standard forward bending movement of frustration, ORZ.
At this time, Mark spoke: "Ahem! Bison, if you're afraid, you don't have to do it. I originally planned to do it myself."
This time, Mark really didn’t intend to trick Bison.
If nothing else, there was an accident.
Bison was planning to go downhill, but at this moment, she caught a glimpse of Miss Helena who was looking at Mark with concern, and she couldn't help but feel envious: Although she occasionally got some engine oil on her face and held a wrench all day long, she still couldn't help but feel jealous.
She is so beautiful! She has a great figure!
The Bison girl looked at her figure that looked like two straight lines, and she felt a strange desire to win.
Humph! You can’t help Mark, but I can!
Bison slapped the steel plate of the ship's bulkhead loudly: "Humph! Who said I was afraid! I'll do it right now to show you!"
Not long after, an ethereal and fuzzy sound came from the chaotic spiritual world, floating out from the illusory boundary between reality and the spiritual world.
"Aww! Damn it, that woman actually dares to bully me like this!"
"Is there anyone who can help me take revenge?"
"Here comes someone! Everyone is welcome."
If a normal person hears the timid, tender voice, they will probably get angry and feel a faint protective desire.
For demons, it's a different story.
That pure, faintly gleaming little soul is simply a clear sign that the devil is coming - something is coming to your door.
In this world where mysterious powers manifest themselves, curious mortals unintentionally obtain complete or incomplete summoning circles every year and commit suicide in various ways.
Not to mention the cultists who go out of their way to seduce strange demons for their own use.
In the bottom cabin of the [Mechanical Ascension], Mark, Mini, Byson, and Helena were all fully armed, watching intently as a wave of disgusting blood appeared on the bloody magic circle inside.
The waves were illusory and translucent at first, floating in mid-air 5cm above the spiritual summoning circle.
Immediately, the blood wave became more and more real.
Everyone could clearly see that a vague, weird face that looked like a gorilla stood out from the blood wave.
At first, the orangutan's face looked like a robber wearing stockings, with the eyes, ears, mouth and nose quite skewed. As the face continued to protrude with blood waves, the facial features became clearer and clearer.
It stretched out two ape arms that were nearly two meters long, easily broke away from the blood wave, and jumped out completely.
The first thing it saw was the pitiful little silver-haired girl shivering in the mist.
"Hehe! Little girl! Who is your enemy? Tell me her name, and my brother will help you deal with her, but the price... is your soul."
Sure enough, the little girl screamed: "Someone come quickly! There is a pervert here!"
The next moment, the orangutan demon felt his eyes blurred.
Where is the soul of a little girl?
A bright golden light suddenly appeared under its feet, sucking its legs in like a vortex.
Not only that, a large bundle of spiritual threads flew from nowhere and tightly bound its body.
It opened its mouth and wanted to scream.
At this moment, while the opponent was struggling, a huge war hammer crashed down.
Then there is no more.
"Phew!" Mark breathed a sigh of relief. The first seduction was quite successful.
At least he didn't have to shoot.
Even if you use Holy Light bullets, you shouldn't shoot in a place surrounded by metal walls. Who knows where the bullet will bounce.
Seeing the body with the alien demon ectoplasmic slurry splashing everywhere, Helena, who was driving the mecha, threw it into the light circle without Mark's greeting.
Helena changed into a mecha.
Calling it a mecha is actually a bit inappropriate. Of course Helena herself cannot drive a three-meter-tall mecha. The principle of this thing is that mechanical levers replace the bones of the mecha, and the spiritual muscles and tendons of the alien demon are used as the
The medium through which action is transmitted.
Unlike the exoskeleton system on Earth, this one is driven purely by demonic tendons.
Since the spirit and flesh of the alien demons will dissipate, a new batch will have to be replaced every once in a while, and the loss is really huge.
Under the gazes of the four of them, the body of this alien demon began to be decomposed by the light magic circle.
Golden glory!
Just like cooking squid, a large amount of fishy slurry was discharged from the body of the strange demon. These turbid impurities and secretions could not affect Mark and the others. As soon as they escaped, they were blocked by another spiritual world prepared in advance in the magic circle.
The channel was sucked away.
Rays of golden light poured into the strange demon's remains, and its originally huge body shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
More turbid spiritual matter was separated and discharged into the void of the spiritual world.
This chain purification process somehow reminded Mark of the water filtration used in water plants in the past.
After a lot of manipulation, what was left in the end was only a small, yellow crystal of spiritual essence the size of a little finger.
"Just swallow it like this?" Mark was slightly doubtful.
"Yes." Helena sighed: "Whether it is the Mechanicus or the Church of Light and Night, the operations for purifying spiritual essence are similar. This is the cleanest purification circle I have ever seen. My father used it
There have been similar ones before, but they were not as good. His excessive stubbornness and occasional madness may have something to do with the insufficient purity of the spiritual essence he swallowed."
Mark obeyed and swallowed the spiritual crystal in one gulp.
"Dong——"
It was not a sound in reality, but a huge roar erupted from his own soul space, which made Mark feel dizzy and made his hands and feet weak.
He couldn't support his exhausted body, and was about to fall to the ground in embarrassment. Suddenly, a soft yet strong, and cold wooden arm held his arms one on the left and one on the right.
A lot of things happened around him. It seemed like he was being lifted up and the back of his head seemed to be propped up on a pillow.
Mark couldn't care less, and vaguely, he seemed to feel countless voices shouting in his ears.
If you listen carefully, every one of them is his own voice.
There were too many sounds, and it became a cacophony like hallucinations, intertwined and mixed with each other, constantly disturbing his mind.
This scene was actually not unfamiliar to him. He had a similar experience when he pretended to be Mr. Galaxy.
He quickly blocked out a lot of sounds, which made him feel better.
But he soon realized that this wouldn't work.
Because every sound is his.
If you want to make your soul stronger, you need to expand it and thicken the boundaries of your soul world.
This feeling is like forcibly taking apart your soul, which was originally only the size of an egg, and then filling the soul material between the eggshells to make it a larger eggshell.
What Mark has to do now is to turn eggs into goose eggs.
