Chapter 86 The God of Death is coming to collect you! (2 updates)
Draw the gun! Aim! Pull the trigger and fire. The whole process takes 0.7 seconds!
For real fast shooters, this will look like slow motion.
But for the female ghost, it's enough.
"Bang!"
Amidst the dull explosion, a shot that used A-grade blood moon cards as bullets hit the female ghost's chest from almost zero range.
"ah--"
In a sharp and ear-piercing wail of a female ghost, the Valkyrie's broken body whirled and flew backwards.
Mark is not having a good time either.
Even though this 40mm revolver has become a part of his spiritual body, the powerful reaction caused by such an exaggerated spiritual energy explosion at almost zero distance still caused serious damage to his soul.
But for every time an arm is pulled out, the injury is nothing.
His eyes were dazzled, the world was spinning in front of him, and his soul vision was blurred for a short time. This made him completely unaware that a golden light emerged from the Valkyrie's remaining body and penetrated into his chest.
"Huh-huh-huh-" Mark exhaled loudly.
In the dream of doom, I wonder if I need to breathe, or if this is more of an instinct.
The female ghost opposite made no sound, which made Mark feel relieved and wait for his condition to recover.
I don’t know how long it took, but my soul vision slowly recovered.
Mark finally saw the other party's state.
"Eh!?"
That female ghost hasn’t been wiped out yet!
No!
The soul should have been annihilated, leaving behind only the extremely tough spiritual essence and the ridiculously powerful [Remnant Body of the Valkyrie].
It's just that the chest of this thing is completely charred, the spiritual quality is a bit pulpy, and the body is missing its head, hands and feet, so it looks very scary.
Mark hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to bring Mini over and tie the thing to death with spiritual thread.
At this moment, Mark discovered that at the cervical vertebrae of the residual body, there was actually a two-finger-thick thing that looked like a blood vessel and was connected to the distance.
It extends from the back of the neck to the wall of mist at the edge of this dream.
Not only that, but there were waves of faint red light coming from the far end, which looked like beams of electricity.
No, it's okay to say it's a concrete Morse code.
"This is……"
Mark had a guess.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered a very cool saying: "The only thing between eternity and an instant is my gun."
The next moment, a feeling that the shackles of the soul were completely shattered spread throughout the soul!
A release!
What a relief!
A dazzling sublimation!
The dice of destiny, once blocked by higher mysteries, reappeared in his heart.
Mark had a clear understanding: It wasn't that the dice didn't work, but that his soul was not strong enough before and could not further use the power of the dice.
Now, it’s different!
Completely uncontrollably, the dice of fate were thrown.
No suspense!
【20】!
In the dark, Mark seemed to see an illusory golden scale begin to topple.
right!
The Curse of Doom is a bet on each other's fate.
When you curse the other person, you also put yourself on the other side of the balance of fate.
At this moment, it’s time to pay the bill!
Mark didn't notice at all that his eyes were flashing with a strange red light at this moment.
A murmur that seemed to come from the underworld floated out of his mouth:
"The God of Death! I'm here to collect you!"
Follow your heart!
Mark was in a wonderful state of enlightenment. A mysterious feeling drove him to raise the revolver without hesitation and shoot at the interface of the blood vessel.
After a dull explosion, a magical scene happened.
Like the fuse of a firecracker being lit, a cluster of bright flames burned outward from the impact point of the soul grenade, extending to the edge of the dream in the blink of an eye.
Mark didn't know that at this moment, around an underground altar five hundred kilometers away, a group of men in gray robes were chanting words intently, strengthening the power of the dream of doom.
Suddenly, a series of crackling and popping sounds sounded from all directions, and the kerosene lamps placed everywhere in the room suddenly turned into blazing torches driven by the surge of spiritual power!
The green torch representing the fire of the soul!
Green flames suddenly brought the entire underground altar into the scope of the sea of hell fire. Every magic node of the magic circle under the gray-robed man began to explode. The violent soul power formed a fatal soul turbulence. Anything rising from the magic circle.
A small soul fireball has the power to burn out the soul of an extraordinary person.
The entire magic circle went berserk, like a pot of terrifying boiling water, constantly emitting unbelievable terrifying power.
"Not good! [Recall of Doom]? [Spiritual Power Backlash]!" The gray-robed leader who presided over the soul magic circle looked pale. Under the light of the green flame, his face looked extremely scary: "How is this possible? That
Carbine Cthulhu actually masters such a terrifying soul counter-secret technique? Why didn’t he use it in the first place?”
The gray-robed leader took out a mysterious amulet as quickly as possible and pricked the palm of his hand with the sharp corners under the amulet: "My lord! I sacrifice my blood to you to pray for your protection."
A mysterious power suddenly enveloped him across the void.
Green flames rushed from the magic circle, and the illusory cover lasted for less than half a second before being popped like a soap bubble.
Seeing his amulet burst into five pieces, the gray-robed leader was swept away by the flames of his soul before he could let out his final cry.
His skin and flesh burned like grease, and his bones became the perfect firewood. In the end, all the extraordinary protective items on his body also caught fire, corresponding to the surrounding green torches whose flames shot straight into the dome.
Every gray-robed person in the room counts. No matter who is in charge of the magic circle or who is on guard and guard nearby, no one can escape.
"Zizzi——"
In the blink of an eye, everyone in the room shriveled up like a leaky skin, leaving only a set of robes falling to the ground.
Mark, who was far away in St. Wright City, saw a flash of inspiration. Before he could figure out what was happening, he was stunned for a moment and realized that he was still trapped in the dream.
When he recovered from his trance, he didn't even know that he had just ignited a large ball of spiritual power coming from the opposite side, and in turn, brought the other side to a pot.
"Am I still in a dream?"
The room is still the cabin of the "Mechanical Ascension", but most of the places like desks, metal doors, wooden floors, industrial-style ceilings, chandeliers with iron covers, etc., because Mark's memory is very clear, the details in the dream are equally detailed.
.
But looking out the window, there is still the blurry mist unique to nightmares.
Every time he met a female ghost in the past, he was unable to move and his arms were ripped off.
This time, he had time to really look at this nightmare space carefully.
Mark reached out and touched the table, but there was no tactile sensation. It was as if his fingers were covered with a thick film of air. No matter how he opened and closed his fingers, he could not touch the physical tabletop. When he touched other things, he felt nothing.
Pretty much the same.
Mark smiled bitterly: "It's like playing a low-quality 3D game."
It's the kind of third-rate game developer that deliberately adds an air wall in front of the visible wall in order to avoid having the head stuck in the wall. As a result, the action feels even more comical and unreal.
"Wait, what is this?" He didn't realize it just now, but when he looked carefully, Mark stared blankly at the broken body of the Valkyrie. There was a very light black spiritual thread extending out from each section of the broken limbs.
Following one of the spiritual threads, Mark's eyes fell on the wardrobe in the room.
"Gu!" Mark swallowed.
It was obvious that there was something in the closet.
To be on the safe side, Mark threw the dice again.
【15】Point!
A subtle point that gives him confidence.
This time, what Mark brought into the soul world was not only his soul revolver, but also the dagger [Night Owl].
Holding a gun in his right hand and a dagger in his left hand, Mark gently opened the wooden cabinet door.
There should be nothing in the cabinet other than clothes.
But now, just behind the hanger where the coat was hung, a spatial crack more than one meter high and more than 80cm wide opened where the wooden board should have been.
There was vague blood mist rolling in the crack, boiling like boiling porridge. If it hadn't been for the dice guiding the way, Mark would not have entered such a strange passage.
"call……"
As soon as his left hand penetrated the fissure of the blood mist that looked very hot, Mark felt a chill coming from him, which almost made his fingers freeze immediately.
The feeling of inserting his hands into ice particles made Mark instinctively want to withdraw.
It's a pity that he can't control the cracks.
A huge suction force instantly pulled his whole body in.
There was dead silence all around, except for a buzzing sound like tinnitus coming from the eardrums.
Probably due to the sudden change in spiritual pressure, Mark had the illusion of being slightly weightless.
In less than three seconds, a large amount of light broke into Mark's pupils, forcing Mark to squint...