Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

In the atrium on the first floor of the fort, a tragic green warhorse was carrying its master [Death] and kept circling along the edge of the atrium.

On horseback, a knight in full emerald green armor grew impatient. His lance was hanging from the saddle's bracket, and his saber was still in its scabbard.

He rested his right elbow in his left hand and the cold chin of his helmet in his right.

"What are those guys dawdling at? Isn't it just the Demon Skeleton Warrior, does it take so long to fight?"

"Okay! I admit that the demon skeletons I put on the square are all elites, and ordinary human Beyonders are quite difficult to deal with. But it doesn't take so long, right?"

"Huh? They actually want to purify the square? Just kidding, this is linked to the entire fortress. Unless they have the ability to blow up the fortress directly."

"Too cautious! Is this still a violent storm follower?"

In fact, the death knight already had the urge to rush out to fight, and then said: "But will it be too bad for me to go out like this?"

"No! I must have the style of a devil! Otherwise, how can I be a devil in the future?"

On the other hand, even if Mark was killed, he would never have imagined that the owner of this fortress was actually such a tangled madman.

He was stunned by the view inside the fort.

carpet!

Carpet made of bone hands.

Not only countless dry hands are laid on the ground to form carpets, but also wallpapers and ceilings.

This dense scene is enough to make anyone without a dense phobia suffer from this damn symptom.

Rao was Mark's well-informed, but he was still shocked by this scene.

Mark noticed that on the palms of many hands, there were eyes closed like a fake, and a pair of temporarily closed mouths, it seemed that so many [hands] were sleeping.

"Minnie, Byson, if I step on any hand, will I wake up this [Hell of Hands] on the spot."

Minnie: "Yes."

Byson: "I've convinced you. Every time I come to these weird places, are you trying to scare this girl to death?"

mark:"……"

Mark observed for a long time: "Minnie, is there a possibility that you can shoot a piece of spiritual silk into the gap between your hands to form a network and let me fly over?"

"I can try it."

Minnie's phantom appeared behind Mark, the puppet clasped Mark's hands with both hands, and a large bundle of spiritual silk wrapped Mark and her waist. Mark's whole person was like a string-pulling puppet, hung by a string of spiritual silk. Leaping across this sea of ​​[hands].

Under the cover of Baison's concealment skills, no matter from the perspective of the spiritual world or the eyesight of human beings, at most, only a vague shadow can be seen flying past.

Soon, Mark came to a place that should be a warehouse, and he saw a lot of cannons like broken copper and iron.

"Front-bore gun? Which century thing?" Mark muttered in his heart.

These cannons are not only covered in thick patina, but obviously haven't been used for a long time. Some of the wooden wheels holding the cannons had decayed, leaving the barrels lying on the ground.

However, when he came to the end of the warehouse, he found a huge pig iron gate.

Looking at the thick loose-leaf on the door frame, Mark suddenly realized that the door was probably ridiculously thick, half a meter thick at every turn.

There is a relief of a goat-headed monster on the door.

The monster has a standard giant goat head, but its body is humanoid.

There are eighteen kinds of weapons in its chest.

Not the eighteen traditional Chinese weapons, but the cold weapons with the characteristics of this world.

Mark saw a [Fan of Knives] with the characteristics of this archipelago. It was a big hook made of three things similar to scythes stacked together. With one move, the opponent would be pulled out at least a row of bloodstains.

Mark frowned.

Before he could think about it, two red lights suddenly lit up in the embossed eyes of the sheep-headed monster. Those eyes full of evil and strangeness passed through Byson's hidden barrier and landed directly on Mark.

Mark knew he had been seen through.

Although he didn't know why, he just had this intuition.

"Ah... It's been too long since no one has come here." The goat-head monster opened its mouth, revealing sharp and tiny fangs that did not match the shape of a goat. It spoke a half-baked Wright language: "Stranger, only I need to answer a question, and if you get it right, you can pass, and I won't alarm the guards here."

The voice of the sheep's head cameo has a strong nasal tone. Mark was so worried that it would make a "baa" sound in the next second.

"You ask." Mark said solemnly.

"Has the war changed?"

As it sounds, the question is whether the artillery in this warehouse is still useful.

This is actually a very philosophical proverb.

Mark had an idea, shook his head, and his voice was even lower: "Through the ages, war has never changed!"

"Huhu! Very good answer. Boy, since you understand what war is, then you are qualified to challenge [Death]. After all, he is just a mere outsider..." The sheep-headed monster just finished speaking, and the embossed Suddenly, blood pillars shot out, like 18 kinds of weapons stuck on it, and it was only at this moment that it exerted its due killing power.

The entire sheep-headed monster relief was torn apart, turned into bloody flesh, and fell to the ground with a crackle.

The door, which was supposed to be extremely heavy, perhaps even completely rusted, opened silently.

In Mark's surprised eyes, all he could see, a full 36 rusted front cannons turned into blood-colored auras, and gathered in Mark's hands like a hundred rivers into the sea, turning into a large stack of blood moon cards, and an antique. Monocular.

The introduction of the card is also quite simple and rude:

[(Netherworld Cannon): The target of the monocular is the muzzle of the gun, and the captain's truth is within the range of the cannon! 】

Mark's cheek muscles twitched slightly, and he thought: "Okay now, why does my fake ghost ship seem to be real?"

Standing in front of the wreckage of the sheep's head, Mark mourned for a few seconds, feeling a sense of desolation and loneliness inexplicably.

This is obviously another inner world that has lost its master. It turns out that it is mostly used as an outpost for attacking the real world.

It is very likely that the previous owner was the [War] Knight.

Perhaps this goathead was once a very devoted guardian, but after the demise of the master, the current master opened the door in a very brutal way, forcing it to serve him.

Too long time, too much painful struggle, leaving only a little bit of obsession left for the goat head guardian.

It was rare to see an intruder with an appetite, so he simply followed the flow and handed over all his treasures behind the times to the intruder.

Of course, Mark did not rule out that his [Destiny Predator] profession was working.

Because through the dice, he saw that there was such a line in his career description [Don't be envious of others' good life, just grab it if you like it].

Looking at the job description again, his avatar is Claude with blond hair, and Mark can't help but feel a trance: The yellow hair is actually me! ?

Passing through the underground warehouse, Mark came to a place similar to a side hall. When he looked at the top of the side hall, his scalp felt numb.

There were black waves swaying there, and when I looked carefully, I was surprised to find that it was actually a black bat the size of an adult.

Mark finally understood why the dice would give 12 points, which was a tasteless point, if he assumed a direct dive.

In front of the bat's ultrasound, unless Mark can completely spiritualize himself, it is impossible to escape.

Moreover, Mark's spiritual sense has already sensed that a quite powerful being has been waiting in the atrium of the fortress, walking around constantly. Combined with the words of the goat head embossed, Mark basically confirmed that it is the current owner [Death Knight].

Without hesitation, Mark used the soul circuit to send a message to Conrad and the others: storm the gate.

"Yes! My lord!" Conrad and others, who had been a little bit fishy before, made a concerted effort.

The square at the front entrance suddenly roared loudly.

The violent lightning strikes the body of the demon skeleton, and a large amount of bone slag bursts out.

The body of the demon skeleton flew out, and it was torn apart in mid-air.

Another muffled thunder sounded, and the gate of the fort received the first direct hit since the start of the war.

Sure enough, the knight in the atrium couldn't hold back his temper.

"Hahaha! Poor mortal! Come and enjoy the feast of death!"

Mark sensed that, with a roar of excitement, a pale green shadow protruded from the gate in the opposite direction, killing Conrad and the others.

"Byson, can you expand the coverage to include the entire side hall?"

"Give me a piece of nectar cake."

"it is good!"

The shadow silently expanded its range, and the bats rubbing shoulders at the top of the side hall finally found Mark hiding in the shadow of the warehouse gate.

It's a pity that they haven't had time to disperse, and the grenade of the 40mm revolver is stuck on their faces.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" Mark moved the hammer quickly, and the six grenades shot out of the muzzle almost one by one. The huge reaction force made Mark's right hand go numb.

Fortunately, the bats are too concentrated.

The terrifying destructive power of the spiritual bombs caused them to spill black blood in midair on the spot, mixed with broken limbs, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Normally, once they disperse, there is still a chance to pose a threat to Mark.

Minnie shot.

The sprawling Lingsi had already woven a death web in the middle of the side hall.

The large bats either crashed into the wire mesh and were chopped into filthy pieces of flesh, or stayed in place in terror, waiting for Mark's second revolver.

There was another round of roaring, this time, the side hall was completely quiet, and only some of the mutilated limbs remained, still twitching strangely on the ground because the nerves were not completely dead.

"Walk!"

Every minute and every second that diverts [Death Knight] away is precious.

Mark didn't know why the dice of fate guided him in this way, he only knew that putting Conrad and the others under too much pressure would likely lead to unnecessary attrition.

There are only a few people in his team now, and the loss will be a big loss.

Tomorrow morning, the ancestors will be worshipped. It is estimated that the whole day will be tossed, and there will be 2 changes today. Feel sorry.