Soul expansion is definitely not a simple matter, and only extraordinary people can do it. If an ordinary person messes with it, what awaits him will only be his soul torn apart and his mind destroyed.
And expansion is not just about expanding. The soul boundary without content is like an inflated balloon. The bigger the balloon, the thinner the wall. Once it is attacked by a sharp weapon, it will burst immediately.
Mark secretly saw that the fragments of memories in his mind were turning into streams of light, radiating onto the newly incorporated pure spiritual essence.
This is the assimilation of the soul!
To put it another way, it's just copying and pasting your own memories to fill up the newly installed hard drive.
The process of soul expansion lasted for nearly a whole night. The next morning, it was dark and Mark woke up leisurely.
When I woke up, I opened my eyes and found pitch black between heaven and earth.
Just a little bit worse, Mark wondered if he had fallen into some dark space.
Take a look.
oh!
I almost completed the facial cleanser achievement.
For a moment, Mark wanted to pretend that he was not awake. Unfortunately, the next second, he found that his left hand was actually sandwiched by a pillow twisted into an S shape. The pattern of a silver-haired girl in the pillow was staring at him without blinking;
His right hand was still pressed on the spring of a music box, and the little puppet on the music box was spinning in circles.
"..."
A strange feeling of guilt arose.
It was obvious that the two people next to him were not human beings.
"Ah! You're awake!" Helena straightened up and the light suddenly brightened: "Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep."
From Mark's angle, he could only see half of her face.
"I'm the one who's sorry. Your legs are numb." Among the four glances that were likely to be "jealousy", someone was embarrassed to continue enjoying the extremely elastic touch from the back of his head and quickly used his elbow.
Stand up.
"I didn't." Helena got out of bed with a guilty conscience, but stumbled and almost fell.
Seeing Helena lose her balance, Mark pulled her arm.
"...Thank you." Helena steadied herself, not daring to look at Mark's face, because she found that the blush had climbed onto her cheeks and ears, and her face was burning hot.
"Oh, it's okay." The needle-like gaze from his back made Mark politely let go of his hand.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
"I'm going to prepare breakfast." Helena ran away as fast as she could.
Mark touched his nose: "I'm going to go out and get some air."
As soon as he went out, Mini and Bison started talking to each other.
"Mini, we lost! Woohoo!" The Byson girl was howling.
"It's you...thinking too much...the beautiful dance...is always only in a moment..."
"..." Baison was speechless.
After all, they are both not human!
Mark walked to the deck and caught a glimpse of Helena who was busy in the small kitchen. He suddenly felt a little lost.
It was August, and it was still very hot here in St. Lettre.
Helena wore a close-fitting sports top and a pair of shorts that were slightly longer than hot pants, showing her tight waistline.
Maybe she didn't realize it, but she was a beautiful landscape in her own right!
If it were Mark, who played with flowers all year round before time travel, he would have flirted with her no matter what.
Now Mark is a little afraid.
When the environment is bad, people often don't want to think about their significant other.
If you choose this life-defying path, you won't know when you will die suddenly.
Mark won't hurt anyone anymore.
Breakfast is not simple: bacon bread, some mashed potatoes, two slices of fried lettuce, and a small bowl of oatmeal.
To Mark, this kind of breakfast, which is very Western-style from the last century on earth, has a unique flavor.
The breakfast is not very delicious. After all, the food that people in China eat today, even if it is not genetically modified food, has often been grafted and bred countless times. Compared with the original version, the taste has been improved by an unknown amount.
To be fair, Helena's cooking skills can at least be rated as excellent.
Seeing Mark finishing breakfast generously without leaving any leftovers, Helena's eyes narrowed into two crescent moons. After noticing Mark's gaze, she quickly asked: "Is breakfast still to your taste?"
"Yes, if you have some free time, I'll let you try my craftsmanship."
Helena's eyes quickly dimmed: "I..."
"Don't get me wrong. My parents died a long time ago. It was the pension and my grandfather's support that kept me from being a child laborer. But I must learn to take care of myself." It was a statement that fit the character. After saying it, Mark felt a little guilty.
Helena's mood improved visibly.
Although the contact time was not long, Mark realized that Helena herself was quite good in character, but as the illegitimate daughter of a strict and unruly craftsman, she also had typical unconfidence and sensitivity.
This kind of personality cannot be changed in a short time.
Overall, Mark and Helena were quite happy getting along.
Helena asked: "What to do next? Continue yesterday's ceremony?"
"Go on."
Mark must admit that improving one's strength is addictive.
So the big fat cat said that if you are not careful, you will become [greedy].
It was certain that he would be killed, and he had no choice at all as he was dragged into [Blood Moon Baptism].
After a night of soul expansion, his soul body expanded from the egg level to the goose egg level, but the soul power inside was too little, which made him feel like his soul was like a big egg with no yolk and only egg white.
Next, the four of them performed two more rituals.
I have to say, the soul of the Bison chick looks really delicious.
They hooked one demon that looked like an octopus, and another that looked like a beetle.
After destroying them both with ease, Mark started the purification ceremony and absorbed two more souls, greatly increasing his soul power.
After some estimation, Mark roughly doubled his soul power limit through three summonses, and filled most of the vacated soul space.
After finishing it twice, the little girl from Beisen suddenly became excited.
"Wait! It seems that there is something that is eyeing me. Ugh - I feel very bad." As a true meaning of being a stay-at-home until death, and then becoming an [abnormal] existence, Miss Bison has a unique ability in 'gou'
talent.
She felt like she was being targeted, which was probably not wrong.
Mark discussed it with them and decided to change places.
What they are fishing for are intelligent demons, not stupid roe deer. Fishing in the same place too many times will cause the demons to come back again and again, and there will only be two results: either no new victims will come, or they will take advantage of them.
An everlasting existence.
Helena drove the boat out of the river mouth, arrived about one kilometer from the coast, and anchored near a small desert island by the sea.
The island is very small. Once the tide rises, the entire island is less than 100 square meters above the water.
There is a natural mangrove forest around the island, which can help block the view.
They waded ashore, set up tents and set up a magic circle.
This time Mark was used as bait.
This time, it was successful, but there were also problems.
After being purified by the light circle, Mark inhaled the soul crystal with ease.
As soon as I inhaled it, there was a sound in my ears.
At first Mark thought it was the sea breeze, but after a few seconds, it turned into a whisper.
A low, magnetic whisper with some strong hints and temptations kept echoing in Mark's ears.
It is not the temptation from [lust], but the [knowledge] that is most appetizing to the followers of the God of Knowledge.
It stirred Mark's heart and made him itchy. It seemed that as long as he listened carefully, it would tell him some shocking treasure, some evil but extremely powerful knowledge.
The midday sun shone on Mark through the opening of the tent. He shook his head vigorously, but he still felt cold all over. His back was wet, not from cold sweat, but from something unknown.
"Mark! Be careful! That evil spiritual force is contaminating your soul!" Helena reacted immediately. She had participated in her father's biological robot manufacturing, and she knew very well the terrifying destructive power of those evil spirits who had not been completely brainwashed.
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When the three women were stunned, Mark calmly began to chant the starting words of a spell in a low voice.
The next moment, the seemingly chaotic and irregular whispers suddenly began to materialize.
How can sound become physical?
The sound doesn't work, the blasphemous runes do!
The secret technique triggered by Mark's activation words immediately caused vague ripples in the surrounding space.
Wisps of black smoke slowly floated in his ears. The black smoke was driven by mysterious power to fly into the air and condensed into devilish characters one centimeter long and wide.
The strange characters that seemed to be constantly flowing out of thick ink droplets quickly gathered together and merged with each other.
Mark slowly closed his eyes. In his soul's vision, a sword was rapidly being generated.
Ordinary people can't see his sword, but the three women can't.
They were stunned as they watched these strange forces turn into flying swords, hovering half a meter above Mark's left shoulder.
At first glance, the shape of the flying sword is a bit like a small cross sword, and its length is similar to a dagger, only about thirty centimeters long.
Everyone knows that this is not the case at all.
The whole sword shows a "colorful black".
This is no joke.
Twelve different colors of black make up this illusory soul sword, which exudes an ominous smell.
Quite literally…
Helena trembled: "This must be the [Sword of Blasphemy]!"
Mark opened his eyes and smiled bitterly: "It would be more appropriate to call it [Flying Sword of Blasphemy]."