Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

The ghost ship hurried at high speed, turned around a few chaotic vortexes, and came to an inconspicuous fog.

This fog looks no different from the fog that can be seen everywhere in the spiritual world, that is, it is a little wider, about the size of half the city of Leiden.

Driven by Mark's thoughts, the ghost ship turned around and passed through at least three 'doors' in the mist.

The so-called door is a turbulent vortex of spiritual power suspended on the ground or mid-air of the spiritual world.

No one knows whether it was directly torn to pieces, or thrown into the turbulent flow of time and space, unable to find a way back.

It is impossible for mortals to walk in the spiritual world for a long time. If the spiritual and flesh are separated for too long, the physical body will be corrupted.

So getting involved can be said to be a dead end.

However, Mark was controlling a ghost ship the size of a cruiser, and he followed the connection between the Valkyrie's remnant body and his limbs, and reached his destination in a twisted way.

The fog in front of him dissipated, revealing an abandoned sea fortress.

The jet-black sea surface was without waves, and all the spiritual water bodies seemed to be frozen.

Only when the ghost ship slowly approached the pier, it broke the black body of water like breaking jelly.

Standing on the bow of the ship and looking at it from a distance, the style of this castle is too old to match the style of any country that Mark has known in this world.

From a distance, the lower half of the fortress is a typical rectangle, just the uppermost roof, a bit like a large onion.

It seems that the city walls are covered with plants such as crawlers because of the age.

When I saw it for real, a sense of trembling immediately spread throughout everyone's body.

"That's..." Hank's disguised skeleton trembled, and it was conceivable that his face was definitely not good under the skin of his skeleton.

Because it wasn't a wall-crawler at all, but an innumerable number of dry hands.

Normally, after a person dies, the skin and muscles are broken down by microorganisms, leaving at most white bones.

This is not the case here, an evil force wraps around these human arms, which are amputated to the elbow. The muscles may have dried up, but the skin and tendons may have remained.

A gust of gloomy wind blew past, and these arms moved gently with the wind like willows wafting in the wind.

There is a square of about 10,000 square meters from the broken stone pier to the main entrance of the fortress. It's just that the square is covered with dry skeletons, and there are giant skeletons holding battle axes standing quietly all around.

These four-meter-tall skeletons are likely to be demons or the like in their lifetimes, and they can see a pair of goat horns facing the sky on their heads. They seemed to have lost their activity long ago, just holding giant axes like lampposts around them.

This six-meter-long double-headed battle axe, all the axe blades have been worn out, and the part that should be the blade is not only broken everywhere, but also extremely blunt, and it feels more like a giant hammer.

Although they lowered their heads one by one, it was undeniable that they were wearing heavy armors. Even if the armors were also broken, the protection was definitely strong.

Around the square, there are huge totem poles and other things everywhere, which are full of twisted characters in the shape of waves.

In other languages, Mark, the fake mystic scholar, was probably going to be blinded, but when he focused on it, he found that he could understand it.

"[Death]?"

As soon as Mark opened his mouth, everyone around him suddenly felt awe-inspiring.

The [Death] here is definitely not a talkative Parthian believer, but the [Death] Knight in the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but I don't know what rank the Death Knight here is.

The number of knights in the Apocalypse sect is smaller, but it is an absolute martial arts sect, which is much more difficult to deal with than the Sin sect.

Several knights were somewhat worried. Hank's eyes swept over his subordinates, and said coldly: "If you want to give up, why should you fight?"

yes!

If it wasn't for the birth of the Destiny family's upstart Mark, the knights would not have to take orders to protect the eldest young master. It is more comfortable to stay at the home and guard the door.

Everyone just came out of the picture.

"What are you afraid of, if you win promotion, you lose back to Valhalla!" They cheered each other up.

Mark carefully observed the structure of the fortress, and finally cast the fate dice according to what he thought.

Direct attack: [8]!

Find the path: [12]!

The sound of the east and the west: [20]! !

This time Mark did not bring Helena, and Helena stayed on the [Mechanical Ascension] in reality to watch the ship. That's all Mark can use.

Mark pondered for a while: "Conrad, Hank! You guys are feinting in the square to attract the attention of the enemy. If you lose, you are allowed to get on board and evacuate directly."

"My lord, how about you?" Hank was a little surprised.

"I found a path." Mark smiled mysteriously: "After I get it done, I will let the [White Pearl] come back to pick me up."

"Okay!" Conrad was unequivocal, holding a spear, taking the lead and strode forward.

He glanced at the knights behind him: "I only demonstrate once."

He seemed unaware of the danger, and inadvertently approached a giant skeleton within five meters.

In an instant, the giant warhammer with a demon skeleton that was more than six meters long was abruptly lifted high by the dry hand bones, with a huge explosive force unimaginable for mortals, and slammed down.

"call--"

A sharp cracking sound, mixed with a gust of wind, flew over Conrad's beard.

The filthy, ruined battle axe slammed into Conrad's face with an impact strong enough to break a car in half.

In front of this taller skeleton, Conrad's height of just over two meters makes him look like a child.

If this axe hits, it will probably be quite a bloody scene.

The strange thing is that the battle axe was so abruptly slashed, passing less than five centimeters above the corner of Conrad's right forehead and right shoulder, and finally smashed into the mud, splashing out large chunks of mud.

This action is as ridiculous as falling on the ground.

Only those with dynamic vision can see that just before the huge battle axe was about to hit Conrad's face, the battle spear on his right hand turned into a purple afterglow, swiping from left to right, steady and accurate. He slammed hard on the side of the axe's blade, deflecting the axe with absolute violence.

In the next second, Conrad stepped forward and fell down while the demon skeleton was slashing. His left hand, surrounded by dazzling lightning, slammed into the skeleton's chest with a straight punch.

"Clap!"

Sheets of ribs snapped.

After breaking into the skeleton's chest, Conrad's left hand full of thunder light turned his fist into a claw, and grabbed the very obscure pale black flame on the chest of the demon skeleton.

Immediately, the entire skeleton statue was under the spell of petrification and froze in place.

It seems that some decision has been made. After the skeleton stagnated for a short time, he emptied his right arm and wanted to grab Conrad's face.

Sadly to no avail.

The dazzling thunder light on Conrad's left hand quickly became bigger and stronger.

"Bang!"

Finally, the entire body of the demon skeleton exploded abruptly, turning into countless bone fragments less than one centimeter long, as well as black dust, which splashed and scattered into the surrounding air.

seconds!

Hank Gerald, as the Great Knight of Light of Sequence 6, was a little ashamed.

In terms of rank, he is one level higher than Conrad.

In terms of actual combat, he couldn't keep up with the horses.

With just one glance, Conrad saw through the weakness of the demon skeleton, which is the innate fighting instinct and the experience gained from life and death.

Although Hank and the others have also experienced the battle of the lair, in the final analysis, they are just academic knights cultivated in the family, and they have far less combat experience.

Feeling a touch of shame, on the contrary, it stimulated the competitive spirit of the knights. They waved brand new cross swords, and in groups of three, they rushed towards the demon skeletons on the square.

"Oh?" In the hall on the topmost floor of the fort, a burly figure in full armor broke the silence here. He stood up with a bang, and then touched the beloved horse that came next to him.

The strange, fluorescent-green warhorse snorted, then stretched out its thick, barbed, mace-like tongue to lick the knight, making a harsh metallic scratching sound on its gauntlets.

"It's too boring. I'll just go down and see if this team of ignorant guys can bring me... surprises." The knight turned on his horse, rode this horrific green warhorse, and rushed out of the hall like this, and then from the hall The hole in the middle of the huge spiral staircase at the front entrance, jumped down...

On the other side, Mark came to a corner on the right side of the square in a hidden state.

There is a pool of green water floating on the surface.

"Don't! Kill me and don't enter this filthy pool." For some reason, Bison girl got into trouble.

Mark made a lore: "I will make xiaolongbao for you by myself?"

"Uh."

"Add soy milk? Roujiamo?"

"Woooooo! I'm going! Can't I go?" Byson cried and shouted, and then he became the Baise of Byson again.

No matter how many times I watch it, when I look at Byson, the bastard with only four [funny] eyes of the same style, Mark feels that his IQ is lost.

"Alas!" He had no choice either, entering the body of this illusory bastard and slowly sinking into the pool.

Sure enough, this waterway is not a good way.

After sinking for a while, I saw the hands of the dead on the wall of the cave less than ten meters in diameter.

Just seeing it makes me feel like I should lose the san value.

Fortunately, after being abused by this weird world for a long time, I have some resistance.

Mark one person and two [abnormal], endured the unhappiness in his heart, and quickly passed this waterway with a total length of about 100 meters.

When they were about to rise to the surface, through the water body refracted by the light, they could vaguely see an old man wrapped in a red blanket sitting on a rocking chair by the only door beside the pool.

Under the eerie green light, the old man looked at this equally calm underground lake with calm eyes.

"Do you want to go over?" Byson asked Mark in the soul circuit.

Mark shook his head: "Did you notice that the old man's exposed face and hands exude a human aura, while the rest of the area covered by the red carpet is a gray, soulless light."

"Disgusting—" Byson made a disgusting voice.

The lake always seems to be that lake. Suddenly, there was a sound of water, and a hand that was supposed to be on the wall of the water cave flew out inexplicably.

The old man made a sound of "um", and his left hand made a driving motion. The palm of the skinny ghost hand split open by itself, revealing a pair of red eyes.

The eyes seemed to look around for a while, and it didn't know why it suddenly came to the surface. It didn't care about the old man's drive, and the hand stood upside down, with its fingers as its feet, it took a few dozen steps crookedly, and finally jumped back into the water.

Everything was calm again.

The old man didn't notice that a sneaky figure stepped on the hidden spiritual silk hanging high in the air, leaped over his head, and quietly touched the fortress.

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