At this moment, Mark felt very clear to himself that the situation was indeed 'very' serious.
He knew he knew it, but he had to complain: Why are you throwing it in my face when you have nothing to do?
Fortunately, the tea was warm and not hot, otherwise this news would really give me "tenth-degree burns."
"What are you doing?" Vivian's voice almost scared someone out of their wits.
"Uh, I..." Mark was like a child who had done something wrong.
"Really, I know you really want to practice dodge. I also tried to dodge a pot of water thrown into the sky before, but if you are still weak, don't do this." Vivian scolded and took out a handkerchief to help.
Mark wiped his face.
This time, Mark couldn't help but said: "Actually, I..."
"Needless to say, if you really want to practice dodge, I can load the silver crossbow with rubber arrows for practice and paste them on your face, and I will ensure that you meet your requirements."
Mark became angry as he was described in more and more negative light.
Bastard! If you dare to do this, believe it or not, I will put a 40mm caliber grenade on your face!
Mark wanted to struggle, but the sad thing was that there were obvious differences in people's physiques.
Before time travel, he was just an ordinary person, only handsome, and had practiced some marksmanship.
After traveling through time, he moved directly to Master Fa's side, and the original owner obviously lacked training.
The shooter can still perform basic attacks if he has empty blue, but the master is a noob if he has empty blue.
Mark was determined to resist, but unfortunately the more he resisted, the more he aroused Vivian's strange competitiveness, and her actions became more intense.
"Don't move! Lie down! What are you doing? You've wet someone's pillow." She knelt on the bed with one knee, leaning over, using one hand to resolve someone's resistance, and the other hand to wipe Mark's face.
At this moment, Mark suddenly realized that maybe the damn dice was going to play him again.
If nothing else, the surprise is about to come.
Sure enough, the next second...
"Hey, I'll bring the third person..." Abner froze as soon as he opened the door. A young bright priest with a figure like a teenager stepped out from behind him and was also stunned.
The awkward atmosphere spread in the ward, and it was only then that Vivian realized that her posture was somewhat indecent.
Uncle Abner gave a tactical cough: "Ahem! You young people have experienced life and death together. I understand, but this is not a private place. Please be careful of the impact."
"Wow!" This little priest, who was only about 1.65 meters tall, seemed to have opened the door to a new world. His green eyes were sparkling, making people wonder if he was going to take out a camera and leave the two of them behind in the next second.
evidence of guilt.
"Wait! I'm not that one..." Vivian's face suddenly turned red, and the blush extended from her forehead to her neck. She hurriedly started the quibble mode: "Actually, Mark was too stupid and splashed all the tea on his face. I
Wipe it for him."
"Ah, yes, yes!" Ma Pailan agreed.
"How about we go out first?" Abner smiled.
"No! No need, that's fine." Vivian quickly stood up straight.
After finally finishing the trouble, Abner introduced: "This is the third member of our team, senior light priest Dida Wilson."
Mark looked at the newcomer and saw that he had a small Adam's apple. He was sure that he was an expired shot. He asked tentatively: "Dida, how old are you...?"
"I'm just 14 years old." Although Dida straightened her back, she was still half a head shorter than Vivian. He emphasized: "I am an adult, and I have three years of experience as a pastor."
Mark raised his forehead, he had forgotten: The legal adult age of the Wright Empire is 14 years old.
Fixed thinking kills people!
But as soon as you hear that surname, you know that he is not an old family of the Church of Light. Generally speaking, the old families will take the clerical route. Only those who want to be promoted quickly will come to the Church of Night to join the actual combat team.
Abner turned to Dida and introduced: "This is Vivian Carlos, the trainee inquisitor. She is responsible for fighting with me. This is Mark Destiny, Doctor Who, who mainly provides intelligence support.
Well, he will consider fighting when necessary. Even if you look at him now, he is very capable."
"Hello you two!" Dida bowed politely.
The two returned the favor.
"Okay, although I really want to give you enough time to get to know each other, the mission is down. Tomorrow night we will set off to St. Leiden City, and the day after tomorrow we will assist the cleanup troops in dealing with a newly discovered evil ruin." Abner took a photo.
He started, then glanced at Mark: "As for Mark, you should deal with your problems first, and then consider reuniting for the next mission."
"OK."
After resting until nightfall, Vivian had nothing to do, so she left first.
Mark was left... and another soul arm was ripped off by a female ghost.
This time, Mark couldn't say that his counterattack failed, but he fended off the female ghost's first pull, only to be caught up again and forcefully tore off his left hand.
"I need more powerful counterattacks!" Mark thought about countermeasures while eating the ectoplasm left by the demon general to replenish his soul again.
Before I knew it, it was dawn.
"Your Excellency Destiny! Your Excellency Knight invites you to go to the high altar." After hearing the announcement from the visitor, Mark looked calm and tried to clear his mind.
After having his spirit body devoured so many times, he knew very well that he could not continue like this.
The constant damage to his spirit body, and the forced copying of memories to replenish it, quite overtaxed his mental energy. His physical and mental state had already deteriorated to an extremely low level.
Mark tidied up his appearance and came to the high altar again.
Lady Night was not here, and it was Knight who received him.
The other party got straight to the point: "Thank you for the token and information you provided. The two ladies raided the evil god and achieved good results. Ms. Night has always been very generous to her true friends. As a further reward for you, please accept
Here are these two extraordinary objects.”
At this time, it was a business-to-business situation, and Nate was speaking in an official tone, so Mark was not surprised.
He saw the two things that the muscular night guard brought up on a tray yesterday.
One was a 40mm revolver he requested.
Mark just picked it up and immediately felt that it felt great in the hand. After weighing it, he found that the weight was about 800 grams. The shape was very similar to the classic Colt revolver, but the barrel was shorter.
Opening the bomb nest, Mark found that the bullet nest that looked like a ping pong ball suddenly enlarged in his field of vision and turned into a large bomb nest unique to a howitzer. It felt like a big crab claw flower suddenly bloomed in front of him.
Knight said: "The recoil has also been adjusted and is not much different from an ordinary revolver. The key is that if you choose to bind this gun to your soul, you can bring it into the soul world."
Mark's eyes lit up: "I'm very grateful."
Then, Mark picked up another extraordinary object.
It was an extremely sharp, dark dagger. The blade was 36cm long, and the handle was 12cm long. On the golden sword, there was the emblem of the goddess of the night.
There was a proud look on the Night Guard's face: "This is my masterpiece, [Night Owl] made of special metal blessed by Lady of the Night. It has considerable dissatisfaction with Extraordinaries, spirits, and demons of sequence 5 or below.
It has vulgar attack power and can also mask the user's aura."
"Are there any drawbacks?"
"If you use it too much, your body will be stained with the scent of the Lady of the Night."
"Oh, thank you." Mark took the dagger calmly.
It seems obvious now. That compatriot made a small profit to the Gemini goddess last night, which is why they were so generous.
Sure enough, the situation is quite tight! Even powerful gods like the Twin Goddess are constantly looking for foreign aid and new strength.
The screen faded, and Knight asked: "Ms. Night asked me to ask you, what happened to your doomed dream? The church has found a suitable helper for you."
Mark remained calm: "There was another attack last night. But I found a way to deal with it. If possible, I hope the lady of the night will protect me and keep me safe for seven days and seven nights."
"Okay." Knight nodded calmly.
From the bottom of his heart, Knight felt it was a pity. If the outstanding young man in front of him was willing to let go of his soul and allow a strong man of the night to enter, then he could be easily imprinted with his soul and completely tied to the church of light and night.
On the chariot.
As the [Whip of Night], Knight certainly found something unusual about the church recently, but this was something he couldn't say.
Seven days, neither long nor short.
During these seven days, Mark ate, drank, and slept beside a small night altar not far from the big altar. The mist of night enveloped him, forcibly driving away all external forces.
Generally speaking, gods are not willing to do this kind of thing.
This is like having to protect people in armored vehicles to prevent the other party from making cold shots.
If the divine power consumed by the dream of doom is 5, then the divine power consumed for all-round protection is 100.
The costs of attack and defense are disproportionate.
It was obvious that Lady Noir was in a good mood.
In the past few days, Mark has done nothing else but practice one skill.
He knew very well that he was different from those strong locals who had practiced archery, sword training, and used various cold weapons since childhood. He had many advantages, but not many.
Only by practicing that skill to the extreme...
Finally, it was the night of the seventh day.
That man, stick, and ghost is here again.
The same body, the same clothes, the terrifying face outlined by blood was looking at Mark with a mysterious smile.
Cold and dead.
It was more like teasing, as if mocking him - you have been hiding for so many days, but you still have to face my curse!
Just as I remembered, the female ghost came closer.
The non-existent illusory feet stepped on the muddy ground soaked in blood.
Get closer little by little.
Getting closer...
"I want your hands!"
The resentment that had accumulated for seven days was even more terrifying.
The sudden and shrill scream shook Mark's mind to a point of collapse, and his whole body went numb on the spot.
However, the opportunity has arrived!
Five thousand times of reality training and five thousand times of mental simulation every day allowed him to break free from the suppression of the opponent's soul at this most critical moment.
It completely became an instinct imprinted in his DNA. Mark roared, violently summoned up all his energy, and flicked his right hand.
A revolver, which should not appear in this soul world, aimed its black muzzle at the chest of the female ghost.
[Instant Sniper] Activate!
However, it is [American instant sniper (gun drawing technique)]!
