Vivian didn't mention it, Mark really didn't know the contents of the blood moon baptism and couldn't reveal it. But think about it, once it involves the gods or the gods, it is taboo in every church.
After all, in the propaganda to mortals, the major orthodox churches are the undisputed rulers of the world, and the gods of the orthodox churches are all superior and have no distinction between high and low.
There is no problem in deceiving mortals, but Mark went for a walk in the box area, how could he not know that there are three levels of gods?
Moreover, in church propaganda, gods belonging to the irreconcilable camp of good and evil exist at the same time in this weird opera house. For mortals, this is the greatest unreasonableness.
When the gods somehow reached an agreement not to be told outside the world, what happened in the opera house naturally became taboo.
Mark: In that case, don’t blame me for being reckless.
Someone wrapped in the illusion grinned: "That was just an accident. Can you imagine how I feel when I fish with a fishing rod and end up hoisting a whale?"
"Are you out of it!?" Vivian was stunned: "No! You can deal with the aftermath, this is the problem!"
From being a Night Watchman to becoming a Punisher, Vivian has often come into contact with idiots who perform rituals to summon spirits and create fire. Those guys are typical examples of "harming friends in life and defrauding neighbors in death".
Even if they are eaten by demons and demons, their biggest fear is that they will become demons themselves, and they will also make the entrance and exit of the spiritual world larger, and a lot of evil spirits, demons and the like will come out to harm mortals.
Vivian herself took over such a case - the entire neighborhood was reduced to rubble, hundreds of people died, and hundreds of people were contaminated by the power of the devil. This is a typical example of harming others without benefiting oneself.
When Mark said this, Vivian's fist became hardened.
Mark had a smile on his face: "This was an unfortunate accident. But at least I didn't hurt any innocent person, and I didn't let the damn devil step into the world, right?"
When Mark said this, Vivian's anger dissipated a lot.
The guy in front of her is definitely an exquisite egoist. Fortunately, he still has a bottom line as a human being, otherwise she would not cooperate with this guy even to the death.
It is impossible to get rid of all the anger.
The tragedy of law enforcement officers is exactly this: you know that the other party is a criminal, but your evidence is useless and it is impossible to punish the other party to justice. You may even forget about it as soon as you leave this place.
Calling yourself a law enforcer in the dark is really frustrating.
She didn't say anything, just stared at Mark angrily.
Mark's next move made her angry.
"Hey, beautiful Ms. Punisher, can you take my record into account and eliminate hostility and at least cooperate sincerely in this place?"
Mark rubbed his right hand and unfolded all the cards in his hand like a fan, with his backhand facing outward, showing it to Vivian like a display of weapons.
The female punisher's ice-blue pupils suddenly dilated.
A lot of cards, mostly demons, a few sin priests, and a plague knight.
Only the existence that is killed will become a blood moon card.
After this calculation, the damn newspaper man's record in conquering evil was actually superior to her, the real punisher.
Vivian felt sincerely ashamed.
Of course, the Newspaper Man's deck also has two special cards [Pious Esma] and [Sleepless City Dancer Gloria].
Vivian knew clearly that the murderer was the Plague Knight, and the newspaper man just snatched the two victims who had turned into cards from Ubel's hands.
She was convinced and put her hands on her hips: "Okay! The records don't lie. I am willing to cooperate sincerely with you two. Although it is a bit rude to announce my name now, it is better than the previous situation. My name is Weiwei
An*Carlos, Level 2 Punisher of the Church of the Night.”
She glanced at Mark: "If you insist on retaining your identity, then you can lie to me. At least give a false name so that I can call you."
Mark blinked: "My pseudonym is Carbine *Cthulhu. His pseudonym is Conn *Decapitator."
Vivian rolled her eyes on the spot: I allowed you to lie, but I didn’t let you lie to me. You lied to me without any cover-up. Shouldn’t I thank you?
She glanced at the follower of the Thunder Giant Man who was standing beside him without any objection. She knew very well that she had no chance to take the initiative.
"Okay, Mr. Cthulhu, how do we deal with those evil spirits next?"
"If you can, harvest it, if not, destroy it. My intuition tells me not to delay for too long."
"good!"
Vivian is good at both physical and magical exorcisms, but the ones who are best at taking in evil spirits for her own use are reincarnation believers.
The 'Mr. Cthulhu' who kicked two reincarnation believers to the lower level cannot be a reincarnation believer in the first place.
She became increasingly unsure of which church Mark belonged to, and could only vaguely speculate that he was leaning towards the good and lawful camp.
The three of them rushed back to the front of the actors' preparation room.
"Miss Carlos, where is the security line?"
"Actually, it's not safe here. It's just that if they start, we can react, but they are afraid of the stage lights."
Mark expanded his spiritual sense and saw the evil spirits ready to move in the darkness. He smiled and raised a stack of empty cards in his right hand.
As soon as Mark thought, Mini immediately projected spiritual threads from the void and drew a simple spiritual summoning circle.
Mark shouted: "Lost soul! I am the guardian of order! A neutral observer! The disseminator of knowledge! Those who are willing to abide by my principles, please become a part of my new opera——"
Mark stated in one sentence that he was a follower of the lawful and neutral God of Knowledge, and he was recruiting souls close to the camp.
This not only attracted the attention of the evil spirit, but also... Vivian.
"Huh?" She has never been a slow person.
It was okay if Mark didn't say it. When he said it, she immediately thought of the orders of the Nadal family: Isn't that damn Mark Destiny the mysterious master of the neutral camp? Could this guy be him? Well, it's unlikely.
, the mystic scholar can't use that kind of exaggerated slashing. But who can be sure whether the knowledge cultist is his second profession?
Vivian was confused.
The cold air on the other side was billowing, and the evil spirits were commotion.
This is not their ambush circle. The failure of the last ambush proved that the other party was obviously prepared. A strong attack may not necessarily please them.
Generally speaking, recruiting these living people may not necessarily win the favor of evil spirits.
They themselves were losers in this cruel baptism, and of course they knew how difficult it was. The other party did not give a convincing reason, and the evil spirits would rather kill the new performers and replace them themselves.
Isn’t this? Here’s the reason.
Mark calmly took out the shiny S-class card [Miscellaneous Demon General]!
As soon as the golden light came out, it immediately blinded countless dogs.
Mark raised the corner of his mouth slightly and his eyes were full of disdain: "Please forgive me, everyone hiding in the gutter... are all garbage."
Evil spirits can take no physical damage!
But the real damage will definitely be taken!
The so-called real harm is the most real harm.
The blood deducted by one knife is all zero, but the damage caused by the psychic critical strike is infinite.
"you!"
"asshole--"
"Why do you say this?"
The roars of the evil spirits formed a sharp wave. It was just noise, no less than a standard [Banshee Wail]! It was a double attack of soul and shadow damage.
It's a pity that Mark has heard too many howls of defeated spiritual dogs and has become immune to them.
"Sorry! If you have strength, you can do whatever you want!"
Evil spirits who are not completely demented certainly know that only those who have truly killed an S-class demon general can take out S-class cards in this special blood moon world.
But! They were really unwilling! Unwilling to give way, they allowed this arrogant boy to step into the real backstage preparation room and start this weird opera that mixed glory and crisis!
If you can't even keep your own plate, don't blame the evil spirits for grabbing your food.
Only when the stick is shown will the carrot have its value.
The key to attracting evil spirits is of course the three words [New Opera]!
An evil spirit suddenly appeared. She had a lower body like a tattered raincoat. Ignoring her gorgeous clothes, from the waist up, the skin on her translucent spirit body was dull and without moisture, which was the most typical zombie appearance.
.
Only by carefully observing her withered facial contours can one vaguely recognize that she was once a great beauty.
"Don't be kidding! That's an opera judged by the gods! It's not a good thing. If you speak less than 10 syllables, you will be punished by the gods." She opened her mouth and spoke in a high tone like coloratura, and Mark immediately deduced that she should be
Followers of the Muses, the god of music.
Facts speak louder than words!
Mark snapped his fingers, and several spiritual threads immediately appeared in the void on his left shoulder.
The light spiritual threads connected with each other in mid-air, forming the shape of a harp in a few strokes.
The illusory fingers gently move the strings, playing beautiful notes.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
The evil spirit who was once a follower of the Muse actually became obsessed with listening to it. From his withered mouth, he murmured: "It's not one of the top ten mysterious operas, it's not... This is a brand new piece. I, I actually listened to it.
A story about a poor little girl struggling to get up!?"
The crystal tears of the soul slipped from that ugly translucent cheek.
Her words immediately caused a greater commotion among the evil spirits.
Instead of threatening him while the iron was hot, Mark waved the two of them back: "I'll give you three minutes to think about it."
As soon as they stepped back outside the security line, Vivian asked: "How did you calculate so many things?"
"You also know that the blood moon baptism involves rookies from nine different camps, right?"
Vivian raised her eyebrows: "So, the judges of the opera include gods and demon lords from all camps?"
Mark did not show off and told the truth directly: "If you want to perform an opera in front of the gods, believers must choose an opera that praises their own god. Will the gods of the opposing camp be happy? Who stipulates that the referee is not allowed to leave?"
If you flatter your own god, you will naturally offend your opponent.
I don’t know if this opera house has any laws that all the gods abide by. Mark deduced that most of his own gods would not be able to use all their strength to deflect the conflict.
This is the reason why so many Blood Moon candidates failed in the past.
Since the evil spirit spilled the beans and mentioned ten sets of operas, there is a high probability that they correspond to ten sets of model operas. There is a certain time when the opponent will intervene to cause trouble.
If you follow the path of destruction of your predecessors, you will have no choice but to die.
How could Mark make such a principled mistake?
Many candidates before him have not thought of this, but they must not think about it. The guy who can come here must first kill A-level enemies. He must also be good at fighting and understand opera. What kind of all-round genius is he?
Can it be done?
Therefore, most of the previous candidates gritted their teeth and applied hard.
Fortunately, Mark comes from a world where information is extremely advanced.
It's just an opera, of course he's sure of it.
Three minutes passed quickly.
When Mark approached the actor preparation area again, the evil spirits were clearly divided into two camps.
If you recruit one side, you will naturally offend the other side.
Mark made it clear that he was from the lawful camp, so forget about the guys from the chaotic side.
The dark wind was strong in front of me, and the deep aura was almost overflowing, dripping from the air. More than twenty evil spirits were circling and flying back and forth. Only about one-third of the evil spirits were curled up in the corner on the other side. It was obvious that
They are watching.
Mark raised his right index finger disdainfully and said, "I told you, you are all rubbish. Let's go together! Maybe you can still have a slight chance."
No nonsense, under the nervous and slightly surprised gazes of Vivian and Conrad, a large jet of black soul flames formed a small mushroom cloud and rose across the street.
How difficult is it to assemble such a group of unruly evil spirits who come from different factions?
Even they themselves have no better way.
I only saw illusory chains glowing with dark light, constantly shuttling in the black flames. These are [Oath Chains], and they themselves are the embodiment of the curse words of these evil spirits. Only these have the ability to
Only a highly mysterious chain can truly integrate these evil spirits who are dissatisfied with each other.
The chains kept moving back and forth from the soul flame, and finally after the smoke-like soul flame dispersed, a two-meter-tall figure, theoretically female, resembling a stitch monster, appeared.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," the terrifying mouth that opened from ear to ear, let out a horrifying roar that was enough to break the souls of mortals.
Vivian and Conrad's heartstrings suddenly tightened to the extreme. They looked at Mark at the same time, waiting for his order.
As everyone knows, Mark’s first order is:
"Run with me!"
Before the two of them could react, several spiritual threads suddenly appeared on Mark's body, causing him to quickly pass five meters away from the female Stitch Monster like Tarzan and rush towards the actor preparation area.
"Liar..." A vague curse came from the mouth of the female suture monster.
Showy!
So sexy!
Everyone thought you were going to fight to the end. Who thought you would take the lead and run away?
Even Vivian was stunned for a moment before she immediately turned into a black stream of light and followed.
As for Konrad...are you worried about the Storm Child being slow?