Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

The relationship between Mark and Vivian is obviously developing towards a confused relationship.

He estimates whether the Nadal family has a tendency to form an alliance with his family, but any feelings mixed with family factors will be very impure.

But he is attached to the goddess of the night, so he has to deal with this purification team.

Mark found himself having a headache.

When the news of him becoming a hero came, he was a little surprised by what happened next.

It's not his fault.

Since he can spy on the thread of destiny, he is sensitive to manipulations involving his own destiny.

The twin goddesses are worthy of being the strongest in the world... the man who takes the blame!

As the largest orthodox church, the twin goddesses have access to the most resources in the world. Relatively, whether it is an old god or a new challenger, to break the old order, the first thing to do is to use them.

This cannot be avoided.

In the vision of destiny, Mark saw with his own eyes an unknown and powerful existence several times, stretching out a black line representing death and curse to him from the fog of fate at the far end. It is not necessary for Mark to fight back by himself, an elegant black fog. It turned into a curtain, blocking Mark's own destiny.

It looks like a veil, but it is actually violent.

The guy who dared to stretch out the thread of doom, the Goddess of the Night directly attacked back with a black fog.

In Mark's eyes, this thing is like the fuse of a dynamite bag, and the ghost knows what it will be like to blow up the opposite side.

It is not difficult to see from the opposite side that there is no more doom line stretching out, it must be the goddess of the night who won the hemp.

Even if the twin goddesses will most likely be miserable in the next thousand-year war, at this point in time when they are still extremely powerful, no evil god would dare to touch their bad heads.

This is good, as a transmigrator, Mark instinctively wants to keep a low profile, but his strength does not allow him to keep a low profile.

A peerless powerhouse will not pop out for no reason. The growth of the strong is often accompanied by the experience of blood and fire. Every time a major event occurs, it is impossible to block the news casually.

No matter how much you hide it, someone with a heart will still be able to find out a considerable part of the incident.

Even if part of the process is missing, with major events as the axis, Mark's growth trajectory has been written into a file and placed on the desks of the heads of the major churches.

Interestingly, in the Church of Music, Mark's dossier was spiritualized and sent to the Kingdom of God to be seen by the Muse herself.

"A 'grandson' who was decadent to the age of 21 and had to be abandoned, suddenly broke through the S-class world in the graduation exam of the St. Leiden City Mystery Academy, and then did not follow the path arranged by grandpa, and disappeared immediately after graduation. Doubt It reappeared in San Cassao the next day, and broke through the [Book of Quiet Sea] in one fell swoop, becoming a new miracle in the occult world."

Muse picked up the second.

"After that, there was an incident outside the city of San Cassao that was suspected of summoning a demon general with a psychic technique, but to no avail."

"Carbine Cthulhu, the first name in the blood moon baptism, happens to be a believer of the God of Knowledge. After the baptism, Mark Destiny was sheltered by the goddess of the night."

She reads a third: "Marc Destiny becomes an occult consultant hired by the Church of the Evernight and blows up a demon lair."

After she finished reading these files, water waves flowed in her fiery red eyes: "What do you think? My good sister."

Opposite the small jade long table, the dancing goddess with long black wavy hair held her cheeks with one hand and frowned. After hearing Muse's words, she muttered back: "What's the matter?"

"If I remember correctly, Mark has a little girl who used to be your believer, right?" Muse smiled, but he was not smiling.

"So what? She's already an [abnormal]."

"She might not be." Muse's expression became more and more playful: "She has the rules of the dance department."

The soul of a living strong man, and a [abnormal] soul that is dead but not out of control, is sometimes not very different. Especially when Minnie is still mastering the rules of the dance department, this is not a deduction for the god of dance, but a big bonus option.

Barbara's body trembled.

"Just as a celebration of Mark's victory, or the cost of the next song appointment, I'm going to send something to Mark. How about you, too?" Muse said, slowly reaching out.

"I warn you not to mess with my things." Barbara's eyes flashed, and the originally black human pupils suddenly turned into wild vertical pupils, and seemed to be really angry.

Muse obviously doesn't eat her suit.

"If you really don't want to, then reject me!" In the end, she still smiled and removed a hairpin from Barbara's left forehead.

"..."

No one knew that some gods made their decisions.

Mark's side, a little trouble.

The second day after returning to Wap City, an uninvited guest came to the door.

Hearing his name, Mark frowned.

When Knight Commander Carl Gerrard introduced the other party, Mark immediately found that most of the other party's eyes were on Conrad who was beside Mark.

Mark's heart skipped a beat, and sure enough, some things couldn't be hidden.

Seeing Mark's face, the other party seemed to snort disdainfully.

However, the visitor put one hand on his chest and saluted Mark: "Hello! Your Excellency Mark Destiny, my name is Hughes Lightning, the chief war sacrifice of the Wap Province of the Church of the Storms."

Hughes is a middle-aged man in his forties, like the masculine man of the Church of the Storm. like a son.

Hughes was wearing a short jacket, and his exposed chest and arms had explosive muscles and countless scars.

This kind of scar, which is known as the badge of manhood in the Church of the Storm, is slightly better than Conrad.

Mark returned a salute: "Your Excellency Lightning, what's the matter?"

Hughes did not hide his intentions: "I was ordered by Lord Slatos, the priest of the Church of the Storms, to investigate a child of the storm who did not belong to the Church of the Storm. I heard that Mr. Conrad Fisher used the power of the storm, but Not in the Church of the Storm directory. I came here to verify."

Conrad's mouth clicked as he gritted his teeth. Obviously, the tragic incident of his entire village being slaughtered and having turned to the Church of the Storm for help but being closed door came to his mind.

Mark waved his hand to stop Conrad's possible tantrums: "You have found the right person. Conrad did get a clean primary God Riot of Lord of Storms from me."

I did it, what?

Of course Mark doesn't have the habit of letting his younger brother top the cylinder.

Of course, Hughes heard how valuable the prefix 'clean' is. In contrast, Conrad, the little guy, can be ignored: "You can ask..."

"No!" Mark categorically refused. He leaned back on the chair and put his hands and fingers on his lower abdomen: "This is what I risked. And gaining knowledge comes at a price! What I want, your Church of Storms can't give you. ."

Say nothing, relying on the Church of Light and Night, and speaking is tough.

The men of the Church of the Storms are straight-minded, and they don't like them when they go round and round.

Mark clearly refused to let anyone go, and neither did the rubbings.

If in the past, this sturdy man from the Church of the Storm could not have said that a lightning bolt would have smeared Mark's face.

Only now, there is really no need to offend the big red man under the eyes of the twin goddesses.

Hughes squinted his eyes: "Can you swear in the name of the God of Knowledge that you only have such a primary storm rubbing in your hand?"

"Yes. At least at the moment you talk to me, I really only have such a storm rubbing in my hand."

Hughes looked relieved: "That's fine. For the sake of friendship between the orthodox churches, we, the Church of Storms, are willing to make concessions - as long as this rubbing of the storm is not passed on to members other than the Fisher family, the storm The church will not pursue the loss of rubbings outside the church."

"Oh?" Mark was really surprised. He vaguely guessed that the Church of Storms probably had a big trouble that was unknown to other churches, so that they couldn't find the energy to struggle with this kind of thing. And the catastrophe is coming, and they need to save their combat power.

"Of course, if Lord Destiny is willing to let Lord Fisher declare himself a member of the Church of the Storms in name. Then the two will gain the friendship of the Church of the Storms."

"Cut!" Conrad spat dismissively.

Mark shrugged, saying that he, the boss, couldn't do anything about it.

In fact, this is also a test.

Unexpectedly, Hughes actually persuaded: "Okay. I checked, and our church reluctantly rejected Mr. Fisher when he needed help the most. This is a considerable misunderstanding. This misunderstanding. I hope Mr. Fisher will accept our church's apology."

After all, he roared. Immediately, two strong men came in with a box of things.

It was a set of leather armor.

Hughes introduced: "This is the [Thorn Dog Shark's Leather Armor Set]! Not only does it have a pretty decent defense, but it also has the function of increasing the dual attributes of water and wind. It's enough for you to use Sequence 6."

Conrad rolled his eyes in disdain.

Mark smiled: "Take it! Don't forget, it's not the Church of the Storm that has a grudge against you. They have their own difficulties."

"...Yes." After so long, the revenge has been avenged. Conrad's feelings for the Church of the Storm can't be said to be hatred, at most it's just a little bit of grumbling. Anyway, the enemy was killed by him. Since Mark said so, Conrad accepted it.

Hughes' visit this time can be said to be barely successful.

But before he left, he was extremely surprised to see that there was the high priest of the goddess of music and dance waiting in front of the door of Mark's living room.

right! That's right! Two high priests came together.

In the box held by the guard next to them, there was undisguised fluctuation of divine power.

Artifact?

Do not! That was at least a God-given extraordinary thing.

Compared with the gift of the other party, what he brought was simply rubbish.

People are more mad than people.

Shop around, you have to throw it away!

Are the little white faces that can be beaten so popular these days?

Could it be that the two goddesses of the art department were fascinated by this kid Mark?

and many more! The Church of Light and Night is also a goddess!

Hughes thinks: he seems to have discovered some incredible secret.

Book 5 updates today, 15,000 words.