A long line of characters can be deciphered into three words.
At this moment, Mark hated the original owner's half-heartedness. The original owner only knew a little bit about the ancient language that was supposed to be the basic knowledge of the mysterious apprentice.
Mark has only traveled through time for less than a month. How can he have time to practice an ancient language?
After another round of observation, Mark found that the corpses were surrounding a raised stone platform in a fan shape.
The square stone platform is a bit like a mahjong table, except that there are small pieces of poker-sized stone slabs firmly fixed on it. No matter what Mark injects spiritual power or does anything, the stone platform does not respond.
Mark touched his chin: "What on earth is this? This is probably the way to leave. So if these people want to leave, they must open this platform?"
While I was thinking about it, the red light in this strange space suddenly became bright.
It was not an illusion, the red light behind the obsidian door slowly approached the door.
The huge red light made him feel dry. Mark pursed his lips and licked his upper lip.
He knew that he had to move towards the center of the ruins.
There is only one road.
There is nothingness in other directions, only floating platforms like stairs appear in front of you.
Looking from Mark's side, these platforms are shaped like lotus leaves, with a flat middle and slightly arched sides. It's okay to say that they are shaped like terraces, but as you go up one level, the higher the platform, the smaller the area.
The platform he was standing on was only three to four hundred square meters, and the level above was only half the size.
The height difference between each level of the platform is about two meters. If ordinary people go up, it will really take a lot of effort.
Either do practical pull-ups, or step on the stones of different sizes suspended between the two platforms as stepping stones and jump up flexibly.
Mark was relatively simple. With a thought, Mini's spiritual thread hooked onto the stone fixed in the air and carried him up lightly like a swing.
When you reach the highest point, you pass through a large stone door frame that was twisted due to collapse, and what comes into view is a suspended square that is slightly tilted at 10 degrees.
The square is not big, no different from any village square in the Wright Empire.
It's just too dilapidated. The 500-square-meter square is full of cracked floor tiles. There are several bent and deformed metal street lamps on the edge of the square, as well as a wall of a tavern. Once you open the door and enter, you will fall into the void.
On the edge of the square, there are three fine passages of building debris, leading to areas in the center of the void.
Suddenly, an ominous premonition arose in Mark's heart.
The ethereal wind blew from the quiet air and passed by my feet, causing the wooden plaque hanging at the door of the tavern not far away to rattle.
Mark subconsciously held the lantern in his left hand and the gun in his right hand, entering a state of combat readiness.
"Click."
Suddenly a small stone fell from the wall of the tavern.
This is just a sign.
"Chi."
A thin sound quickly approached from the ground.
Mark, who had already spread all his perception, reacted immediately and left the place with a sudden pull under the pull of the spiritual thread. At the same time, he raised the revolver...
There was a loud "bang", and a large four-meter-square hole was blasted out where he was standing a second ago.
It is completely conceivable that if he had reacted a little slower, he would have been shattered into pieces like bricks that exploded and cracked.
A twisted figure slanted out of the ground and hit the wall of the tavern hard, breaking the wall before finally stopping.
"This..." Mark was stunned.
In the flash of lightning, he fired a shot at the thing that crashed in.
To be honest, he was blinded.
Unexpectedly, he was approved.
The man who came to kill had a blood hole the size of a coin on his chest, and blood was gushing out.
Under normal circumstances, this magical 'shooting' would have allowed Mark to brag about it for a long time.
Seeing the other party's honor, Mark was not happy at all.
Using one person as the standard, the other person will undoubtedly die as hard as he can.
This thing that looks neither male nor female, the neck is broken, the Tianling Cap is at a 60-degree angle with the ground. One right hand is folded behind the back, and somehow, it penetrates through the lower back and exits through the front abdomen. This
The remaining left arm is bent into at least seven sections.
It looked like it had been in the worst car accident.
It just happened that it made it on its own.
However, the opponent's pair of dead fish eyes stared at Mark, his almost upside-down mouth grinned, revealing a frightening smile, and the sound coming from the broken neck seemed to come from the underworld.
"I found you... damn defender..."
mark:???
Immediately, the following words from the other party made Mark realize something.
"[Greed] is the driving force behind mankind's progress! [Greed] is the real salvation of mankind! All defenders who reject [greed] should die——"
Mark landed lightly on the ground and narrowed his eyes. He was extremely sure that there should be no soul marks left on his body.
Obviously, this guy from the [Greedy] Church still recognized him through some means.
Probably, people who kill a lot of dogs naturally have an aura about them that dogs find disgusting.
However, Mark was cautious, and he instinctively felt that this guy was not strong.
After meeting the two [Greed] priests, he felt that the afterglow of the soul emanating from this guy was only a little stronger than those two. There was a long way to go with the ridiculously powerful demons in [The Book of the Nether Sea].
"[Greed] Did the church send you to make fun of you?"
"Funny? No one can blaspheme [greed] without paying the price!" This weird guy smiled ferociously, and then exploded in front of Mark.
What?
Mark and Mini had the same idea, and immediately retreated to the edge of the platform to avoid the bloody explosion.
The outrageous self-explosion created a large crater nearly ten meters in diameter on the spot.
However, this is just the beginning.
Mark immediately noticed something was wrong - there were too many stumps.
Put aside for the time being, there were seven or eight half-broken heads alone at the scene, not to mention the stumps of the arms that could be used to piece together at least ten arms.
White bones, red flesh and blood, and yellow fatty tissue were scattered in the pit.
The scene didn't look like it was blown up by one person. Instead, it looked like a group of people were cut into pieces by a meat grinder and then dumped here.
The next moment, a strange black and yellow light emitted from the pit.
The flesh, blood and bone fragments splashed around seemed like independent living creatures. They squirmed and came together again, forming a large meat ball that was obviously gestating some evil life.
Suddenly, Mark felt that his internal organs were being pulled fiercely by several invisible hands, as if they were trying to pull his internal organs out of his body. A disgusting smell rushed towards him, trying to pry open his olfactory nerves and penetrate directly into his body.
in mind.
Mark subconsciously wanted to take a deep breath. He wanted to take off his mask, but he wanted to run away!
His instinct drives him away from this mysterious monster.
However, a memory suddenly came to mind.
That's what's written on the obsidian door
Annihilation? Soul? Glory?
Mark used his reason to force his body to stop.
At this moment, Sarcoma launched his attack.
Dozens of tentacles made of unknown flesh and blood rushed towards him like a broom.
Mark quickly raised the lantern.
The bright golden light shines directly on the tentacles, and it can be clearly seen that the speed of the tentacles piercing collectively slows down, but the deceleration effect is not very good, and the tentacles still cover him with the momentum of a dragnet.
What shocked Mark even more was that a low vision suddenly came from behind him on his left.
The moment he heard the sound, Mark turned sideways, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tentacle piercing his left lower back like a meteor.
This unexpected incident forced Mini to shoot out more spiritual threads in an attempt to block this rather tricky sneak attack.
Who would have thought that the tentacles could not penetrate very far.
It seemed as if it was hit by a terrible heat. As soon as it got close to Mark's left lower back less than one meter away, it was retracted as if it was electrocuted.
Immediately, it was cut into more than a dozen pieces by Minnie's spiritual thread.
Mark glanced at his waist and understood - it was the machete of Basatan, the evil crab god.
"rush!"
There is no way to escape. This weird sarcoma definitely has a strong hunting ability. Instead of running blindly and risking bumping into other more dangerous things, it is better to deal with it right away.
Under the acceleration of Lingsi, Mark's entire body was parallel to the ground of the square and flew out like a cannonball.
The sharp spiritual threads were like an exaggerated winch. Under the cover of the golden light of the lantern, they passed directly through the encirclement of the tentacles and took out the tumor.
The tentacles that were pierced were chopped into minced meat and flew back in less than half a second.
Mark forced his way out of a bloody hole.
Without hesitation, 12 [blasphemous flying swords] appeared out of thin air, surrounding Mark, and the next second, they shot out like Katyusha rockets.
"Puff puff puff!"
The tumor, which was bigger than a car, was stabbed to pieces in an instant.
After experiencing the "Book of the Nether Sea", Mark is very sure that his perception has improved a lot, which directly made him very sensitive to malicious eyes.
At a moment that could hardly be seen in the eyes of others, Mark keenly captured an eyeball the size of a bowl that was mixed in the exploded flesh and blood.
"Die!"
A sharp shout!
The machete was thrown with incomparable accuracy, splitting the eyeball in half.