Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

These words deeply hurt Inquisitor Abner. He opened his mouth wide, the muscles on his cheeks were twitching slightly, and he didn't make any sound for a while.

In this strange atmosphere, everyone looked at Abner and Mark, who was walking up the stairs surrounded by the two of them.

Mark put one hand on the handrail of the stairs, and said leisurely, "Mr. Judge who has been seriously injured, please don't be brave."

A drop of cold sweat fell from Abner's forehead.

No objection!

Vivian was taken aback, and she and Dida realized that what Mark had said turned out to be true.

"How do you see it? The status of each judge should be top secret, and even the cardinal is not allowed to disclose it to outsiders. I think I cover it up well." Abner clenched his fists.

Mark pointed to the floor under his feet, which was in the direction of the entrance of the tavern: "Yes! Don't reveal it to the outside world, but my old man has sent guards here."

"..."

As the strongest in the Beyonder's 'police system', judges have an average of less than one in each big city. The more powerful the judge, the more busy they are. It is said that the most exaggerated one spends half of the day on the back of the Bright Condor.

As far as Mark knows, in the context of the high battle losses of the Church of the Night Church's Evil Department in recent years, the judges' evaluation criteria are often simple and rude-the battle strength increases, and you are the official judge. As long as you can kill powerful demons, you are a good judge.

How could it be like Abner, who first guarded in the great church and was responsible for picking up people, and then led apprentices, and patiently explained so much.

The Church of Evernight is not so extravagant as to waste a major combat power to this point.

The only explanation is that Abner has been seriously injured and has not been well. His strength has dropped by at least half from his peak, which is similar to that of a powerful Punisher.

The church would let him do this kind of chores.

When Mark said this, the team of apologetic knights silently came to the stairs on the first floor. The leading Knight Commander, Gerald, looked up at Mark with a hint of warning in his eyes.

The purpose of the knights here is different from everyone here. The death order they received is to protect Marc Destiny at all costs!

If possible, Mr. Gerrard absolutely did not want to hear any proposal from Mark that represented risk, or even death.

Mark ignored Mr. Gerrard's good intentions and instead turned his attention to the grass in the distance behind Abner. Over there, the mortal battle lines are crumbling.

"Mr Abner, you are an Inquisitor I respect. Your character shines like gold. I don't want to argue with you. If you really care about the people of the South and peace on earth, you should Give me that thing in your pocket instead of trying to push yourself up and die for no purpose."

Mark pierces Abner's mind to the point, surprising Abner, Vivienne, and Dida.

"You..." Abner couldn't say a word.

This time, it was Vivian's turn to look cold and turn to look at Mark: "I hate anyone around me to die. You keep saying that the teacher can't do it, but you can do it?"

Downstairs, the armored knight Gerald had long eyebrows like a sword. He put his left hand on the hilt of the sword on his left waist and walked up the stairs proudly.

With every lift of his feet, his aura increased, from an ordinary middle-aged man who showed his strong aura one inch by inch to a current strong man with golden light lingering all over his body.

Sequence 6? Do not! He might have a Sequence 5.

With this strength, he is more than enough to be the head of a local knight order.

Mark continued to ignore him, his face was firm, and the words spit out from those beautiful lips were:

"I'll do it! I'll go! It's that simple!"

In the next second, a strange bubble appeared out of thin air, wrapping Mark in it.

Suddenly, the tavern fell silent.

Whether it was Knight Commander Gerald or Inquisitor Abner, they were shocked to find that Mark was standing in front of them, but they couldn't feel any breath from Mark.

The concealment of mortals is at most a visual deception. By hiding the figure in the darkness such as shadows, it avoids the surveillance of the naked eye.

For demons, mortals have too many flaws: such as the heat radiating from the skin, such as the exhaust gas exhaled between the nose and mouth, and the fire of the soul with the same outline in the humanoid body.

However, all of the above feelings are not aware of Mark's existence.

He is like a strange texture in the current environment. In addition to seeing him visually, in other senses, he is an object that does not exist.

The two powerhouses didn't speak, but Vivian asked, "How... how did you do it?"

"Secret!" Mark put an index finger on his lips playfully.

For some reason, Vivian felt her heart beating so fast.

He can't tell them that this is a bubble given to him by the big crab Basatan, which can effectively block the escape of spiritual power and other perceptions, right?

He used up the spiritual substance in the bubble, but the bubble remained. Before the power of Basatan was completely exhausted, this was the best shielding perception tool.

As Mark approached Abner step by step, he could see the struggle in Mr. Inquisitor's eyes.

Abner's reason told himself that Mark's approach was undoubtedly better, but his sensibility rejected him. This kind of high-risk shit shouldn't be done by such a good young man.

When Mark slowly reached out to Abner's pocket, Mr. Inquisitor instinctively held the bag and stared at Mark.

"Mark! Give me another reason! Convince me, and convince Lord Gerald!" Abner's voice revealed weakness.

If Mark was an ordinary Punisher, go and go.

But not only is his surname Destiny, but he is also a supernova that the Goddess of the Night values ​​most, and even wants to be taken as a family member.

"Do you want a reason? Yes!" Mark's mouth curled with confidence: "I have entered the [Book of Nether Sea], and compared with the various evil gods in it, this place is nothing. Yes, the twin goddesses are because of this. You have rewarded me heavily."

When Mark showed the [Night Owl], Abner and Gerald were stunned at the same time, their eyes seemed to lose focus, and they watched Mark slowly push the bomb out of Abner's bag. Take it out.

"Yo, it's quite beautiful." Mark weighed the extraordinary creature in his hand.

Not heavy, about a pound or so.

The center of the thing resembles a large heart-shaped ruby, and the shiny brass encases the gem semi-circumferentially. On the brass, the seal is engraved with bright runes.

The most interesting part is that there are three ways to detonate this big bomb. On the side of the Beyonder, the functions of the three buttons are marked in Wright language: [Immediately detonate], [180-second delay detonation], and [spiritual servant detonate].

This is not inconsiderate.

Mark smiled for a while.

However, as soon as Mark turned around after getting the big bomb, he saw the knights lined up behind him. They were like a wall, blocking him.

Every knight had a look of struggle on his face.

"Get out of the way!" The majestic aura on Mark's body suddenly swayed, shaking the hearts of the knights.

The struggling expressions on their faces were stronger, but each body stood there quietly, and they expressed their attitude in silence.

Mark's eyes were like electricity, sweeping across the resolute faces, and the majesty in his voice was even more intense.

"The ancestor guards the gate, the patriarch is dead!" He opened his mouth and said in Gullite: "The reason why the Destiny family is revered as sacred in the Church of Light is not because of how much light power they are born with in their blood, but because of their what happened."

The bodies of Gerald and the knights swayed slightly, almost staggering, unable to stand up straight.

"First of all, I'm no longer a descendant of the Destiny family! Secondly, when you stop me, you are letting the five million civilians in Wapu province die! This shame! This sin! Can you bear it? The Destiny family Can you carry it?"

The heroic voice is sonorous and powerful, echoing in this small tavern, hitting everyone's heart and awakening their conscience.

Knight Gerald's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but take three steps back.

Mark was like a sharp sword, cutting the wall they had built in half with one sword.

Knight Gerald only felt a surge of blood welling up in his heart. He subconsciously drew out his sword, the cross-shaped gauntlet against his chest, and the sword pointed to the sky. In this way, he met this familiar and unfamiliar The eldest young master pays the highest respect.

The knights behind him followed suit, lining up in neat rows to the left and right.

Mark took Helena and Conrad and walked past them with their heads held high.

In the sight of the knights, the eldest young master who was about to hide his head under the floor suddenly stopped.

"Relax! I have faced the existence of the real evil god. A mere lair, this evil monster wants my life? Haha! Ten times more is not enough."

What a confidence this is! How arrogant!

Gerald couldn't hold back his excitement any longer, and tears welled up in his eyes. He got down on one knee, choking: "Hank Gerrard would like to offer my loyalty to His Excellency Marc Destiny."

Beside him, a group of knights followed suit.

The clutter of oaths rang out.

In the sunlight at the entrance of the tavern, the stalwart figure gradually faded away.

He seemed to beckon: "I'll talk about it when I come back. Before that, please kill a few more demons."

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