Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

mark:? ? ?

Good guy! Now I know, thank you so much!

Vivian didn't mention it, Mark really didn't know the contents of the blood moon baptism and couldn't reveal it. But think about it, once it involves the gods, it is a matter for the gods, and it is taboo in every church.

After all, in the propaganda to mortals, the major orthodox churches are the undisputed rulers of the world, and the gods of the orthodox churches are all superior and have no distinction between high and low.

There is no problem in deceiving mortals, but Mark went for a walk in the box area, how could he not know that there are three levels of gods?

Moreover, in church propaganda, gods belonging to the irreconcilable camps of good and evil exist at the same time in this weird opera house. For mortals, this itself is the greatest unreasonableness.

When the gods somehow reached an agreement not to be told outside the world, what happened in the opera house naturally became taboo.

Mark: In that case, don’t blame me for being reckless.

Someone wrapped in the illusion grinned: "That was just an accident. Can you imagine how I feel when I fish with a fishing rod and end up hoisting a whale?"

"Are you done with it!?" Vivian was stunned: "No! You can deal with the aftermath, that's the problem!"

From being a Night Watchman to becoming a Punisher, Vivian has come into contact with idiots who play tricks on spirits to create fire. Those guys are typical examples of 'harming friends in life, and defrauding neighbors in death'.

Even if they are eaten by demons and demons, their biggest fear is that they will become demons themselves, and they will also enlarge the entrance and exit of the spiritual world, and a lot of evil spirits and demons will come out to harm mortals.

Vivian herself took over such a case - the entire neighborhood was reduced to rubble, hundreds of people died, and hundreds of people were contaminated by the power of the devil. This is a typical example of harming others without benefiting oneself.

When Mark said this, Vivian's fist became hardened.

Mark had a smile on his face: "This was an unfortunate accident. But at least I didn't hurt any innocent person, and I didn't let the damn devil step into the world, right?"

When Mark said this, Vivian's anger dissipated a lot.

The guy in front of her is definitely an exquisite egoist. Fortunately, he still has a bottom line, otherwise she would not cooperate with this guy even if she died.

It is impossible to get rid of all the anger.

The tragedy of law enforcement officers is exactly this: you know that the other party is a criminal, but your evidence is useless and it is impossible to punish the other party to justice. You may even forget about it as soon as you leave this place.

It is too frustrating to claim to be a law enforcer in the dark.

She didn't say anything, just stared at Mark angrily.

Mark's next move made her angry.

"Hey, beautiful Ms. Punisher, can you please take my record into account and eliminate hostility and at least cooperate sincerely in this place?"

Mark rubbed his right hand and unfolded all the cards in his hand like a fan, with his backhand facing outward, showing it to Vivian like a display of weapons.

The female punisher's ice-blue pupils suddenly dilated.

A bunch of cards, mostly demons, a few sin priests, and a plague knight.

Only the existence that is killed will become a blood moon card.

After this calculation, the damn newspaper man's record in conquering evil spirits was actually superior to her, the real punisher.

Vivian felt sincerely ashamed.

Of course, the Newspaper Man's deck also has two special cards [Pious Esma] and [Sleepless City Dancer Gloria].

Vivian knew that the murderer was the Plague Knight, and the newspaper man just snatched the two victims who had turned into cards away from Ubel.

She was convinced and put her hands on her hips: "Okay! The record doesn't lie. I am willing to cooperate sincerely with you two. Although it is a bit rude to announce my name now, it is better than the previous situation. My name is Weiwei An*Carlos. Level 2 Punisher of the Church of the Night.”

She glanced at Mark: "If you insist on retaining your identity, then you can lie to me. At least give a false name so that I can call you."

Mark blinked: "My pseudonym is Carbine *Cthulhu. His pseudonym is Conn *Decapitator."

Vivian rolled her eyes on the spot: I allowed you to lie, but I didn’t let you lie to me. You lied to me without even trying to hide it. Should I thank you?

She glanced at the follower of the Thunder Giant Man who was standing beside him without any objection. She knew very well that she had no chance to take the initiative.

"Okay, Mr. Cthulhu, how do we deal with those evil spirits next?"

"If you can, close it, if not, destroy it. My intuition tells me not to delay for too long."

"good!"

Vivian is good at both physical and magical exorcisms, but the ones who are best at taking in evil spirits for her own use are reincarnation believers.

The 'Mr. Cthulhu' who kicked two reincarnation believers to the lower level cannot be a reincarnation believer in the first place.

She was increasingly unsure which church Mark belonged to, and could only vaguely speculate that he was leaning towards the good and lawful camp.

The three of them rushed back to the front of the actor's preparation room.

"Miss Carlos, where is the security line?"

"Actually, it's not safe here. It's just that if they start, we can react, but they are afraid of the stage lights."

Mark spread his spiritual sense and saw the evil spirits ready to move in the darkness. He smiled and raised a stack of empty cards in his right hand.

As soon as Mark thought, Mini immediately projected spiritual threads from the void and drew a simple spiritual summoning circle.

Mark shouted: "Lost soul! I am the guardian of order! A neutral observer! The disseminator of knowledge! Those who are willing to abide by my principles, please become a part of my new opera——"

Mark made it clear in one sentence that he was a follower of the lawful and neutral God of Knowledge, recruiting souls close to the camp.

This not only attracted the attention of the evil spirit, but also... Vivian.

"Huh?" She has never been a slow person.

It was okay if Mark didn't say it, but when he did, she immediately thought of the orders of the Nadal family: Isn't that damn Mark Destiny the mysterious master of the neutral camp? Could this guy be him? Well, it's unlikely. Mystic scholars can't use such exaggerated slashes. But who can be sure whether the Knowledge Cult is his second profession?

Vivian was confused.

The cold atmosphere on the other side was billowing, and the evil spirits were commotion.

This was not their ambush circle. The failure of the last ambush proved that the other party was obviously prepared. A strong attack may not necessarily please someone.

Generally speaking, recruiting these living people may not necessarily win the favor of evil spirits.

They themselves were losers in this cruel baptism, and of course they knew how difficult it was. The other party didn't give a convincing reason. The evil spirits would rather kill the new performers and replace them themselves.

Isn’t this? Here comes the reason.

Mark calmly took out the shiny S-class card [Miscellaneous Demon General]!

As soon as the golden light came out, it immediately blinded countless dogs.

Mark raised the corner of his mouth slightly and his eyes were full of disdain: "Please forgive me, everyone hiding in the gutter... are all garbage."

Evil spirits can take no physical damage!

But the real damage is definitely worth it!

The so-called real harm is the most real harm.

The blood deducted by one knife is all zero, but the damage caused by the psychic critical strike is infinite.

"you!"

"asshole--"

"Why do you say this?"

The roars of the evil spirits formed a sharp wave. It was just noise, no less than a standard [Banshee Wail]! That's a dual attack of soul and shadow damage.

It's a pity that Mark has heard too much of the wails of defeated spiritual dogs and has become immune to them.

"Sorry! If you have strength, you can do whatever you want!"

Evil spirits who are not completely demented certainly know that only those who have truly killed an S-class demon general can take out S-class cards in this special blood moon world.

But! They are really unwilling! Unwilling to give way, let this arrogant boy step into the real backstage preparation room and start this weird opera that mixes glory and crisis!

If you can't even keep your own plate, don't blame the evil spirits for grabbing your food.

Only when the stick is shown will the carrot have its value.

The key to attracting evil spirits is of course the three words [New Opera]!

An evil spirit suddenly appeared. She had a lower body like a tattered raincoat. Ignoring her gorgeous clothes, from the waist up, the skin on her translucent spirit body was dull and without moisture, which was the most typical zombie appearance. .

Only by carefully observing her withered facial contours can one vaguely recognize that she was once a great beauty.

"Don't be kidding! That's an opera judged by the gods! It's not a good thing. If you speak less than 10 syllables, you will be punished by the gods." When she opened her mouth and spoke a high-pitched voice like coloratura, Mark immediately deduced that she should be Followers of the Muses, the god of music.

Facts speak louder than words!

Mark snapped his fingers, and several spiritual threads immediately appeared in the void on his left shoulder.

The light spiritual threads connected with each other in mid-air, forming the shape of a harp in a few strokes.

The illusory fingers gently move the strings, playing beautiful notes.

"Ding ding dong dong..."

The evil spirit who was once a follower of the Muse actually became obsessed with listening to it. From his withered mouth, he murmured: "It's not one of the top ten mysterious operas, it's not... This is a brand new piece. I, I actually listened to it. A story about a poor little girl struggling to get up!?"

The crystal tears of the soul slipped down from that ugly translucent cheek.

Her words immediately caused a greater commotion among the evil spirits.

Mark did not threaten him while the iron was hot. Instead, he waved the two of them back: "I'll give you three minutes to think about it."

As soon as they returned outside the security line, Vivian asked: "How did you calculate so many things?"

"You also know that the Blood Moon Baptism involves rookies from nine different camps, right?"

Vivian raised her eyebrows: "So, the judges of the opera include gods and demon lords from all camps?"

Mark didn't show off and told the truth directly: "If you want to perform an opera in front of the gods, believers must choose an opera that praises their own god. Will the gods of the opposing camp be happy? Who stipulates that the referee is not allowed to end?"

If you flatter your own god, you will naturally offend your opponent.

I don’t know if this opera house has any laws that are observed by all the gods. Mark deduced that most of his own gods would not be able to use all their strength to deflect the conflict.

This is the reason why so many Blood Moon candidates failed in the past.

Since the evil spirit spilled the beans and mentioned ten sets of operas, there is a high probability that they correspond to ten sets of model operas. There is a certain time when the opponent will intervene to cause trouble.

If you follow the path of destruction of your predecessors, you will have no choice but to die.

How could Mark make such a principled mistake?

Many candidates before him had not thought of this, but he did not want to think about it. Those who can come here must first kill A-level enemies. He has to be a good fighter and understand opera at the same time. What kind of all-around genius is he who can do this?

Therefore, most of the previous candidates gritted their teeth and took the job.

Fortunately, Mark comes from a world where information is super developed.

Of course he was sure of it being a mere opera.

Three minutes passed quickly.

When Mark approached the actor's preparation area again, it was obvious that the evil spirits were divided into two camps.

If you recruit one side, you will naturally offend the other side.

Mark openly said that he was from the lawful camp, so forget about the guys from the chaotic side.

The dark wind was strong in front of me, and the deep aura was almost overflowing, dripping down from the air. More than twenty evil spirits were circling and flying back and forth. Only about a third of the evil spirits were curled up in the corner on the other side, obviously watching.

Mark raised his right index finger disdainfully and said, "I told you, you are all rubbish. Let's go together! Maybe you can still have a slight chance."

No nonsense, under the nervous and slightly surprised gazes of Vivian and Conrad, a large jet of black soul flames formed a small mushroom cloud and rose across the street.

How difficult is it to assemble such a group of unruly evil spirits who come from different factions?

Even they themselves have no better way.

Only illusory chains glowing with dark light were seen shuttled back and forth among the black fireworks. These were [Oath Chains], and they themselves were the embodiment of the curse words of these evil spirits. Only these extremely mysterious chains can truly integrate these evil spirits who are dissatisfied with each other.

The chains kept moving back and forth from the soul flame, and finally after the smoke-like soul flame dispersed, a two-meter-tall figure, theoretically female, resembling a stitch monster, appeared.

"Ah, oh ah-" The horrible mouth that opened his mouth to the roots of his ears emitted a horrible roar that made the mortal heart cracking.

Vivian and Conrad's heartstrings suddenly tightened to the extreme. They looked at Mark at the same time, waiting for his order.

As everyone knows, Mark’s first order is:

"Run with me!"

Before they could react, several spiritual threads suddenly appeared on Mark's body, making him fly past the female Stitch five meters away like Tarzan and rush towards the actor preparation area.

"Liar..." A vague curse came from the mouth of the female suture monster.

Showy!

So sexy!

Everyone thought you were going to fight to the end. Who thought you would take the lead and run away?

Even Vivian was stunned for a moment before she immediately turned into a black stream of light and followed.

As for Conrad...are you worried that the Storm Child will be slow?

That is an illusion!