The cold feeling on his body slowly subsided, and Mark felt that the hot breath from his nostrils turned into mist.
It's very strange, obviously I should be a spirit body, but does the spirit body also have a temperature?
Regardless of anything, Mark first replenished ammunition for his large revolver, took out a 40mm grenade made of B-level blood moon cards from his belt, and stuffed it into the magazine.
What was displayed in front of him was the ruins of a rather classical castle.
You know, after the development of artillery in this world, no matter which country had a castle, it would only be a bastion built to prevent bombardment by iron pellets and cannons.
The main structure of this castle is obviously a standard circle.
The castle atrium made of mud-yellow stone had a large hole in its northwest corner, allowing bright moonlight to shine in.
Someone is very sure that this is not the real world. Because he has been sheltered in the altar of night for many days in a row, Mark has become more familiar with the aura of the goddess of night.
This dark night and moonlight were just like they were before he traveled through time, pure and without any divine power.
Mark couldn't be sure whether this was a dream or a different world in a space.
In the circular atrium with a diameter of about forty meters, directly in front of Mark, there is an extinguished fireplace, facing a pile of dark, slightly weird-shaped logs.
To the left of the fireplace is a mural that is as tall as a person. It shows a full-length portrait of a female knight with golden curly hair wearing half-length armor and a heroic face. However, the lower half of the mural was destroyed, and that part of the wall was full of holes.
Broken wooden furniture is piled everywhere in the atrium.
A lot of tabletops, chair cushions, chair backs, etc. were piled on the ground in a mess.
On both sides of the atrium, there are two stairs extending along the circular inner wall, right at the front of the stair handrail, where there should be a statue.
Mark found it on the ground.
It should be a white jade knight statue with a total height of about 40cm. Even though it was broken in many places, you can still see the extremely realistic armor on the knight and the heroic posture of the war horse with its head held high and about to charge.
Unfortunately, the entire lower body of the statue was shattered, and not even the fragments could be found.
Mark couldn't help but reached out and touched the statue.
A hard, smooth, cold touch came back from the fingertips.
"Huh? So real?" He was slightly startled, letting go of the broken statue, letting it make a crisp clanging echo in the dark castle.
"The touch is too clear. It shouldn't be a dream." Mark was very sure that neither he nor the dead ghost had ever been to this place.
After arriving here, Mark always felt a subtle disharmony.
He couldn't say what it was for a moment, but his intuition told him that something was missing here.
Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned around and looked behind him.
At the gate of the castle, the space crack he had just entered was still emitting a strange red light. It was very stable and showed no sign of closing the door to beat the dog.
However, as soon as the black spiritual thread extending from the remnant body of the Valkyrie passed through the crack in space, it was like a small drop of ink melting into a large pool of clear water. The color quickly faded and became invisible.
"Wait!" Mark's thoughts caught a key point.
That female ghost was trying to grab Mark's arm all day long. The missing limbs and head of the Valkyrie's broken body were connected to one of her limbs.
A flash of inspiration flashed through Mark's mind, and he immediately knew that this seemingly complete fortress was missing something.
The answer is...
【leg】!
From portraits, to tables and chairs, to statues, if you don't think they are single, you will find that if you put them together, you will find that there is not a single leg in the entire castle.
The throbbing in his heart drove Mark to jump back instinctively.
This subconscious dodge allowed him to avoid disaster.
Less than half a second after he jumped away, a big chrysanthemum-like mouth appeared silently where he had been standing a moment ago.
No!
Looking carefully, Mark felt a cold air rising from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Cap.
A mouth is a mouth, teeth are not teeth.
Every fang-like thing that came out of that terrifying big mouth turned out to be the legs of a beautiful woman with white flowers and plump plumpness.
Without thinking, Mark shot into the deep mouth with a radius of at least two meters.
"Wow -" Big Mouth let out a strange scream. The dark mouth was shrinking extremely fast at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The 'fangs' in the mouth, that is, the beautiful legs, were spat out.
A fishy smell spread out, and in the blink of an eye, those legs that looked quite attractive turned into a pile of old wooden table and chair legs.
"This..." Mark couldn't hold himself any longer.
It's a pity that he has no time to pay attention to this.
The moonlight illuminated the atrium, allowing him to see the surrounding scenery.
Waves of rustling sounds came from behind.
The next scene made his scalp numb. Looking out from the large gap in the northwest, he could only see a few bare trees swaying in the wind on the cliff outside, looking a bit like they were flexing their teeth.
Now a large number of things in the shape of spiders crawled out from the dark corner in the distance, occupying the entire mountain wall.
From a distance, it looked like a spider. Only Mark couldn't see clearly and knew what it was - it was a bunch of leg-controlling things that made normal people shudder.
The so-called spider is actually a thing with four to eight legs pieced together.
Mark didn't know what kind of evil it was. He only knew that if he was stepped on by so many legs, he would definitely die.
The most terrifying thing is that if he dies here, he doesn't know if he can still wake up from the nightmare by sacrificing part of his spiritual essence.
Thinking about the terrifying scene that would be faced in the castle atrium after so many beautiful-legged monsters were coming from all directions, Mark decided to reduce the number of the monsters first.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
Like a Western cowboy, the left hand helps to turn the hammer. In the [double-action shooting mode], the hammer is driven faster to strike the primer of the 40mm grenade in the magazine. At the same time, the hammer is pulled to make the magazine rotate faster.
This human-powered machine gun firing mode allowed Mark to miraculously fire all six grenades within three seconds.
While the terrible recoil made Mark's arm numb, a grenade that seemed to be only the size of a bullet rushed out of the muzzle, immediately released the space reduction mode, turned into a hugely lethal grenade, and roared towards the mountain wall.
There were several loud booms, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in the monster pile.
The violent soul grenades opened several large craters on the mountain wall. The pieces of leg meat that were blown off and flew around fell to the bottom of the mountain like an ice storm. The most terrifying thing was... the mountain collapsed.
The overly powerful grenade caused a situation similar to a mudslide. When the entire mountain wall suddenly collapsed, more than 80% of the monsters with beautiful legs were submerged in the rubble. For a while, there were screams and screams.
Mark did not take it lightly. He quickly took out grenades from his belt and quickly loaded them into the bomb nest.
Unfortunately, 40mm grenades are too big. Before I got the legendary space bag, carrying 12 grenades on my spiritual body at one time was already my limit.
Fortunately, when there were 3 grenades left, a large number of monsters with beautiful legs were all burped.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" Mark breathed heavily to calm himself down.
This time, he was sure that he saw it correctly. It seemed that countless blue streams of light flew out from the bottom of the mountain wall and converged on Mark like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.
To be precise, it entered his legs.
This was not an illusion, Mark clearly felt that his legs were stronger.
"Um?"
Trying to jump casually, Mark was shocked to see himself jumping three meters high like a cloud, feeling quite relaxed.
Mark could feel that the agility and strength of his legs had been greatly improved.
It has definitely been a rewarding adventure so far.
Mark didn't forget what he came for.
Valkyrie legs!
At first, Mark thought that it was a bad move and his legs were completely blown by his grenade and buried under the mountain.
How do you find a pair of legs to get out from under thousands of tons of rock?
It makes me despair just thinking about it.
However, Mark immediately realized something was wrong.
Think about the first time you see the broken body of the Valkyrie. It is the core of a lot of A-level evil spirits that possess it. What kind of atmosphere is this?
There is no reason why a pair of legs should be silently mixed in a pile of rubbish legs.
Mark pretended to be meditative while approaching the fireplace, and then stabbed the lower half of the wall with a sword in his backhand.
"ah--"
The screams were so sharp that their eardrums almost disappeared, resounding throughout the castle.
