Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

At first, Mark had Byson pretend to be a big cloudy blister and wrap him up.

Unfortunately, there are too many large demons. These huge monsters, the smallest one is the size of a car. When they passed by at high speed, the turbulent flow they brought made it difficult for Mark to dive back into the deep water without exerting his strength.

What's more, Mark, a living person, needs to breathe, and this time it is not the situation of [Book of Nether Sea] entering with a spiritual body. To continue diving, you must exert force and maintain the secret technique of [air bubbles].

To put it bluntly, this technique is to use spiritual power to hold a large mass of air around his face like an oxygen tube. However, this technique is also very flawed. Once the air bubbles are squeezed by the demons, Mark has to use the lower-level [Underwater Breathing].

Don't forget, this is a demon lair deeply polluted by demons.

God knows what the consequences of letting a body of water full of psychotoxins enter the nasal cavity and even the lungs.

The further down Mark went, the greater the danger.

Several times, even as he gently sank along the wall of the well, more and more passing demons looked at his strange bubble.

These weird monsters with compound eyes, or more than two eyes, began to suspect him.

"No! It can't go on like this. Is there a way to make me look like a demon, and then the other demons won't mind my speed?" Mark asked the two girls whose souls were connected to him.

Minnie said, "How about making Byson a king? She seems to have said that she wants to be a king."

The little girl Baison was anxious on the spot: "Wait! Don't slander me, Minnie! I said that my dream is to be a 'harem king'. Why do you hear it as a 'harem king'?"

"..." Mark: "Hello, the eighth of the harem. The eighth of the harem, please start your transformation."

"No! Wait! I don't want to pretend to be a bastard when I die!" Byson protested loudly in the soul circuit.

Mark said quietly: "Byson, you don't want us to be eaten by demons together, do you? We were chewed repeatedly in that big mouth full of fangs. Maybe I'm better, and it's gone in a few moments. You're miserable. .You'll be broken down first into..."

"No, no, no! Stop talking! Stop talking! Can't I pretend to be a bastard? I'm pretending!" Byson's eyes were full of tears: "Oh my god! I just want to go on an adventure with a handsome guy, not to To die ah ah ah ah!"

It's called homecoming, Bison's ability is nothing to say.

Just after a wave of demons passed by, Byson changed his body and put on the skin of his soul, so a bastard about the size of a car appeared alive in the black water.

The mud-yellow body, coupled with the slow-moving limbs, doesn't seem to blame it for its slow swimming.

Because Byson itself is an [abnormal], there is not much problem with the breath.

only……

"Byson, don't you think the turtle you're pretending to be is like a real turtle, not like a demon?"

"How about that?"

"At least give it a few more eyes?"

"it is good."

Then, Mark was speechless.

The eyes of ordinary demons are vertical pupils, narrow and evil, and they shudder when they look at them.

The extra eyes Bison made are all waist-shaped eyes, showing a 'wise look'.

The eyes of other demons will lose their san points if they look too much, but she is good, and they will lose their IQ if they watch too much.

This, Mark can't hold back a bit.

The effect is wonderful!

A demon swam by and said, "How can [the lair] give birth to such an idiot?"

Another demon: "Cannon fodder with a bad mind, what does it do?"

In this way, with the help of Minnie's Lingsi, Mark made this so-called four-eyed bastard two steps upstream and five steps back. Perhaps the wall of the well was too slippery, and this bastard, who was trying his best to go upstream, was stunned, the more he swam, the more he fell into the deep water.

All that was left was the scorn of fellow demons.

In this way, swaying, and I don't know how long it took, Baizen finally sank to the bottom of the water at least 200 meters deep.

Mark secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the pressure that another secret technique [Underwater Anti-Pressure Technique] can withstand is limited.

With the help of spiritual vision, he finally got a glimpse of what this so-called [lair] looked like.

It was a huge, translucent belly that looked a bit like a plastic Coke bottle that was riddled with holes. It's just that the size is ridiculously large, roughly the same as a semi-trailer tanker with a load of more than 30 tons.

It was squirming non-stop, and from the man-high circular opening, red-red eggs the size of a watermelon were expelled one by one.

After these eggs touch the green area on the seabed next to the nest, which resembles water plants, there will be something like an umbilical cord sticking out from the haystack and injecting into the eggs.

Just in front of Mark, a worm egg changed from the size of a watermelon to the size of a car in less than three minutes, and then broke through the worm egg and turned into a demon of various shapes, rushing up continuously at the call of the demon leader. water surface.

In the end what is the body of this thing, there is no way to study.

Mark only saw that this dark body of water stretched infinitely into the distance. The spiritual power of the eight townships in ten miles has been forcibly absorbed here, and it has become the nourishment for the rapid growth of the demon.

"Hey - it's disgusting!" Little Bison murmured.

Disgusting?

Yes! very disgusting.

Just seeing it with Spirit Vision makes me want to vomit.

The messy flow of spiritual substance information frantically rushed to Mark, and ordinary Beyonders would have gone mad when they saw this scene.

"Mark, are you okay?" Minnie asked with concern.

"good."

Thanks to Basatan, although this big crab has no morals and once wanted to enslave Mark in turn, its existence has successfully improved Mark’s resistance to spiritual erosion. At the same time, the spiritual essence of the wild demon general has also greatly increased the threshold of soul erosion that Mark can withstand.

Being able to resist spiritual erosion is one thing, and being able to touch the side of the [Lair] is another.

Mark found that it was not easy to touch the spawning monster, because not only the 'green grass' beside the nest was twisting like a sentinel, but there were also small eyeballs on the grass, vigilantly. Looking in all directions.

Above the nest, there are many insects that look like dragon lice and are the size of adult fists roaming fast.

If you look closely, you can see that this tornado of bugs formed by a large number of dragon lice is constantly swimming clockwise around the nest, protecting the nest.

As for whether there was any ambush under the rock next to the nest, God knows.

When Mark carefully observed the lair, the fighting outside had already reached its highest intensity.

Even though the heroic Beyonders kept using various means to kill the surging demons, the entire circular line of defense has been smashed by large demons in many places, and the Beyonders in many places were surrounded by demons and fell into a desperate melee. state.

"Isn't it okay?" A large piece of flesh and blood on Cameron's left shoulder disappeared, and blood spurted out. Priest Guangming did everything he could to help him stop the bleeding. To regenerate his muscles, he had to wait until after the war.

Clearly there is no room for that now.

Not far away, Vivian made three quick rolls on the ground in a row, and managed to dodge a large pincer that was smashed by a huge demon before she died. She shot another arrow from her backhand.

The silver arrow passed through the eyeball of the other demon, penetrated into the brain, and exploded again. The foul-smelling blood plasma spurted frantically from the back of the demon's head, and after jumping a few times, he couldn't die any longer.

Vivienne wiped the translucent illusory water droplets on her cheeks: "I believe in Mark! Every time he moves backwards, he strikes his opponent with a thunderous blow."

"Okay! I hope that kid is as amazing as you say."

The emergency situation outside failed to affect Mark's rhythm.

He held his cheeks: "At this time, we need a scapegoat! Come out! My 'Samsara Legion'!"

Thanks to the "Encyclopedia of Low-level Mysteries", Mark's use of the psychic circle is instant.

In the blink of an eye, the black water appeared...

A squadron of reincarnation knights.

The former enemy is now nothing more than a puppet who only obeys simple orders and only has fighting instincts.

As soon as Baros and his men appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of all the demons, not only the newly born demons, but also the half-swimming demons, who also hurriedly returned to the aid of the mother's screams.

A large number of dragon lice rushed towards them.

At the same time, Mark used the card of Reincarnation Bishop Tanis with the most standard spiritism.

As soon as the blank-faced bishop appeared, he immediately activated his psychic power.

In an instant, the entire waters became commotion.

Those skeletons that had been killed by the demons for an unknown number of years and sunk at the bottom of the well came to life one after another. They turned into the most delicious skeleton soldiers and launched an attack on the dragon louse.

The demons did not sense when the reincarnation sect guy sneaked in.

At this moment, Mark took advantage of the chaos to use his strongest interference combat power—the card slot on the back of the robot gifted by the Mechanic God was a card with a miscellaneous number of demon generals.

"Roar!" Although it was underwater, the roar of the souls that shook all the demons around made all the demons pale in shock.

This time, even the mother of the nest had the feeling of being commanded by an army.