Marx thought twice and did not reveal his nightmare killing curse.
In theory, he himself is the expert in the mysterious field.
After all, Vivian is not his follower, and he cannot trust her unconditionally.
And the solution to the curse of doom is urgent.
An arm's worth of ectoplasm was ripped off by evil spirits twice in a row. Even if he could replenish it with stored ectoplasm, it would still be a huge trouble, plus pain.
The second time he tried to reduce his mental imprint to see if the other party simply ate the ectoplasm, he found that he was very wrong. The other party was completely rushing to destroy his soul.
What is eaten has a complete spiritual imprint and the amount of spiritual essence that a whole person should have.
The ectoplasm without spiritual imprint can be eaten as soon as you eat it, just as an extra snack.
This forced Mark to increase his mental energy consumption and copy a large section of memory to the newly replaced spirit arm.
This is not the way to go.
He was worse off than an ordinary person who had stayed up all night for three consecutive days at the moment. He could barely hold on now, but what about the future?
Who can guarantee that the situation will not get worse.
According to Knight, this dream of doom has bound his soul. Even under the protection of the goddess of the night, nightmares will still come.
In the absence of better opinions and solutions, it is never a bad idea to enhance one's own resistance.
"I am developing a protective product against spiritual corrosive evil spirits. I need an assistant who has a deep understanding of evil spirits and [abnormalities] to simulate the attacks of evil spirits."
"Oh? Please continue."
"You were a punisher before and have a lot of front-line combat experience. At the same time, I have a good understanding of your strength. I think you are more suitable. Of course, the experiment will be placed at the testing ground here in the Great Temple of the Night. If you are worried
If so, you can inform Abner or even Mr. Knight."
Mark's speaking skills are quite good. He cleverly concealed his troubles, and at the same time, he set the testing site here and dispelled Vivian's doubts.
"So what can I gain?"
"This is a private job. Of course I will pay a reasonable night ticket, and you will gain...my personal friendship."
Dark Night Points are the same as mysterious points. They are high-end currencies that circulate in your own church. Without them, it is difficult to move forward in the Dark Night Church. Promotion depends on the total points you have obtained. You also need points to learn new secret techniques, even if you are your own master.
It can only be a symbolic discount.
Interestingly, Light and Dark Night coupons can be freely redeemed at a 1:1 ratio and unlimitedly.
In this regard, the Destiny family, as a long-established big business owner, has extremely high credibility.
Even if Vivian gets the resources from the Nadal family, she still has many places to use her coupons.
As for personal friendship, this is just a nice way of saying it. To put it bluntly, in the baptism of the blood moon, Mark took Vivian to fly. Now it’s time for you to return the favor.
Friendships that only provide gifts without feedback will not last long. Always owing favors will make Vivian extremely stressed.
Mark brought this up, and Vivian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, let's see how far you want my help first, and then I'll make an offer."
"Can."
They found Abner, but learned that the third person's ferry flight was delayed and they now had free time. Mark simply started to do it.
Of course, Mark did not forget Helena. He first found his followers.
"Master Mark, Bishop Albert has come to see me."
"I told you not to see anyone outside, and you don't need to call me eldest young master."
Helena lowered her head: "At least here, I think it's more appropriate for me to call you this."
Mark had a headache: "Okay, it's up to you. What's the matter with Albert?"
Helena told the truth.
Mark hesitated for a moment: "Just accept what they give you."
"Young Master, what's going on with you over there?"
"I am training with Vivian to deal with the curse of doom. It may take a long time. How about you go back to the [Mechanical Ascension] first?"
"Okay, I'll prepare Minnie's repair materials."
After making arrangements for Helena, Mark went to a testing ground in the Church of the Night as scheduled. This medium-sized testing ground can be rented by anyone within the church.
Just the cost…
"Hello, Mr. Destiny. Bishop Albert has ordered that all your daily expenses in the Church of Light and Night should be charged to the Destiny family's account." The waiter in charge of the testing site said this.
"..."
Not to mention the waiters, even Vivian behind Mark was watching the show with her arms crossed.
Let’s see if this supernova plans to completely merge with the family.
Mark hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "No need, I am a guest consultant personally hired by Mr. Knight. Please keep my personal account."
"Uh." The waiter looked bitter, but when he met Mark's increasingly cold gaze, he finally lowered his head and promised: "Okay."
This is just an attitude.
Mark accepted it, which was a public statement that he would join the family.
If he doesn't accept it, that's fine. His surname is here, and his existence itself is a deterrent. Even if he changes his surname, he can't be ignored. The stronger he is, the more the old man's political opponents will have to weigh it.
Entering the test site, this is an underground cave dug by some kind of alien beast.
The cave is a hemisphere with a diameter of fifty meters. The entire cave wall is not only made of a one-meter-thick cement-like building material, which appears hard and smooth, but also a large number of secret runes can be clearly seen on the cave wall, probably to prevent
The destructive power is too strong and damages the test site.
When entering, there are signs stating prohibited items.
In exchange for the high test fee of 500 Night Points per hour, four mystics were stationed outside the eggshell-shaped test site just in case.
Coming inside, Vivian spread her hands: "Okay, the outside world has been cut off from prying eyes. You can experiment as much as you like. How can I help you?"
Mark snapped his fingers.
A robot with a somewhat dull appearance changed from virtual to real, stepped out of the void, naturally lowered its arms, and stood in front of Vivian.
"This is……"
"The Mechanicus prize obtained at the Blood Moon Baptism. It can help me simulate any existence that becomes my Blood Moon card. All you have to do is manipulate it to attack me."
"Oh?" Vivian half-squinted her eyes, with clear doubts in her eyes.
"Just wait until I insert the card and you inject spiritual power."
Mark actually has no choice. He has no suitable helpers around him. Conrad is only suitable for frontal confrontation, and is not effective against strange enemies. Helena's soul power is low. And Minnie and Bison are connected to his soul.
, in the end, he still uses his power.
At this time, with confusion, Vivian still inserted the [Remnant Body of the Valkyrie] that looked wrong no matter what.
If she hadn't known that these monsters that only became cards after being killed once had a serious lack of self-awareness, Vivian might have quit.
When she injected a little spiritual power, the weird robot started to move immediately.
A strange aura suddenly spread out, and an extremely confusing aura burst into their spiritual seas. Mark and Vivian who were present became unconscious at the same time.
The faint cries coming from all directions woke Mark up from this hazy state.
The headless woman in the white dress was singing something in a low voice, or cursing something rhythmically.
Mark opened his eyelids forcefully.
Obviously a moment ago, he was still standing in the middle of the test site, but this second, he was back to the state of being crushed to death on the bed by a strange force, unable to move a finger.
He tried his best to turn his neck and stared at the headless and limbless woman in a white dress with the corner of his eyes.
Different from the previous two times, this time the woman in the white dress moved her body rapidly, her slender and toned waist swinging from side to side, as if she was looking for something, or as if she was frightened by some kind of different kind.
Immediately afterwards, with the sound of a strange liquid dripping onto the ground, bright blood flowed out from the shoulder blades and hip joints of the woman in the white dress.
Scarlet blood flowed down the skin of the limbs that probably did not exist, outlining the bloody limbs.
With the patter of footsteps, Mark knew that she was here again.
The woman in white cried harder, her plaintive voice filling the air.
Mark was still lying on the bed. He couldn't see the soles of her feet, but he could hear the footsteps approaching, mixed with blood, trampling on the ground.
Even though it was the third time he had witnessed this nightmare, Mark still felt his scalp tightening, and the overwhelming fear quickly filled his chest.
"Hand...my hand..." The woman's plaintive murmur gradually became fierce.
Mark knew that this was the last calm moment before the storm-like attack.
"Bah!" The illusory hands full of blood suddenly placed on Mark's left arm.
Mark knew very well that in the next moment, one of his left arms would be brutally torn off again.
At this moment, a bright light that definitely should not belong to this dream came and tore this nightmare space apart.
