Chapter 682: That's it!
Mark glanced at the demons on Airport Road, and they just looked at him with no movement.
Mark looked around and saw that the seats in the cabin were already full, and even his seat had been occupied.
"Tsk~ Details determine success or failure!"
Mark shook his head, it seemed that he was pulled into the illusion by the demons, as the leader of the Crusaders, the top of the huge pyramid of the Holy See, Mark and some other cardinals are completely immune to some demon possession, and the demons who can possess them must be the demon king of the hell lord level, but the more powerful the demon wants to possess the human race, the more difficult it is for the demon to possess humans.
Like that kind of demon king, you can't forcibly possess like ordinary demons, you can only succeed in possession by seducing the object of possession, so that the possessed person is willing, and it must be an object that meets certain conditions.
So Mark knows very well that he is not hallucinating because of being possessed by a demon, he is being pulled into a demon-created illusion, but if he dies in the illusion, then he will die in reality.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the ball is about to begin, what are you waiting for?"
Mark waved defiantly to a group of demons, and saluted very gentlemanly.
Whoa~Roar~!
The group of demons in the cabin immediately appeared, and the skin of the original human was torn apart by these demons like paper, revealing the skin of the demons inside.
"Hah! musicοΌ β
Mark snapped his fingers, and the plane's horn suddenly played rhythmic music, and Mark dodged directly to a demon and punched him directly in the face.
Snort~!
The sound of frying meat sounded directly, and the demon's collapsed face was imprinted with four small crosses, and it was snorting white smoke.
Mark has a tiger in both hands, and the four fingers of the tiger lead to a small cross.
"So, it's better to fight or the most primitive weapon, are you ready? I'm going to perform my first dance, and those who want my partner to dance are in line! β
As soon as the words fell, Mark's figure flickered one after another, and the afterimage kept shuttling back and forth in the cabin, and the demons couldn't even keep up with his speed before they were directly knocked over with a punch, and Mark beckoned to his face with his fists, and these demons didn't even have the strength to fight back.
In a few breaths, Mark was back where he was standing, shaking his hands with a relaxed face.
"Whew! Thank you for appreciating, this is the last dance you have seen, I didn't expect you to be really weak, I have prepared at least three dances, you are considered to be blind, then, next, Holy Light! β
Mark gestured a cross on his chest, and a bright light directly illuminated the entire plane, even the dark environment outside the plane.
Mark elegantly put on his sunglasses: "It seems that I can also star in the Men in Black, this special effect is comparable to an amnestic." β
After the white light, all the demons fell to the ground, and all the heads of these demons were gone, except for the neat charred wounds on their necks.
"That's it!"
Mark clapped his hands, and suddenly the plane shook, and then fell directly to the ground, Mark didn't know where it was below, it should be a sea, but even if the sea fell at a height of nearly 10,000 meters, it didn't make any difference whether it was ocean or land, and it would only be broken in the end.
"You can't afford to play! The heart is really small! β
The plane's fall left everything in the cabin levitated, but in a split second Mark landed directly onto the cabin wall, grunting.
This fall is not light, Mark quickly got up to check the situation around, now the wind and lightning outside, he is at an altitude of several thousand meters, the plane door is specified to be unable to open, two tons of pressure even if it is ten, he does not want to open.
In such a highly confined environment, Mark could not escape, and in a dozen seconds the plane would fall to the sea, as if it had fallen to the concrete floor.
"I'm going to confess here, I'm going to confess here?"
Mark muttered, but suddenly he had an idea, and immediately returned to his original seat, closing his eyes tightly as if waiting to die.
When Mark opened his eyes again, Shen Ying was holding a finger biscuit and stabbing him in the nose.
"Master, Master, what's wrong with you? Dreaming of God? β
Mark's eyes slowly focused, and he saw the mischievous Shen Ying scratching his ears and cheeks like an ADHD child, so he forcibly pressed him back to his seat.
"You little bastard, just looking forward to Master, and I going to see God? Master really hurts you in vain. β
Mark snatched the biscuits from Shen Ying's small table and ate them himself.
"Aren't you pastors looking forward to seeing God every day, besides, Master, if you really go to see God, your treasures will be inherited by me, and when the time comes, I will sell them and make a good price."
Shen Ying ate the biscuits, drank a sip of Coke, and breathed comfortably around the blanket.
"Bastard, Master's are all real treasures, even the Pope is greedy, you still want to sell it, believe it or not, I will kill your relatives and send you directly to God!"
Mark's pretended to be fierce, and Shen Ying, who looked at it, laughed out loud.
"Forget it, Master, I don't have anything to talk about with his old man, and I'm not a devout believer, at most I'm a neighbor, and I just have nothing to do."
Shen Ying put the biscuits in front of Mark and drank Coke to himself.
"Little bastard, why did my Mark I take on such a bastard apprentice as you, it's really a misfortune for the master."
Mark pretended to look up to the sky and sighed, he never forced Shen Ying to believe in God, after all, the more high-ranking members of the Holy See became, the more they knew that God was not omnipotent.
Shen Ying put away the table and walked directly out of his seat and towards the cabin.
"What are you going for?"
"Pee, too much coke."
Shen Ying left the cabin with the next sentence.
After all, he was only a four-year-old child, and it was very conspicuous to wander back and forth in the cabin alone, and before Shen Ying walked to the bathroom, a beautiful flight attendant walked up to Shen Ying.
"Little brother, do you need help?"
The flight attendant squatted down to make her eyes parallel to Shen Ying, which would look a lot more cordial.
"Sister, I'm going to the bathroom."
Shen Ying said that he did not show his well-behaved because of the kindness of the flight attendant.
"Over there, my sister will take you there."
After speaking, the flight attendant took Shen Ying's hand and took him to the bathroom.
Mark had been sitting in his seat, he was thinking about the illusion just now, the demon couldn't be too far away to pull him into the illusion, there was only one reason, this demon was on the plane.
Pensive Mark suddenly glanced at the window next to him, and there seemed to be something behind the half-open curtain.
Mark didn't even think to pull back the curtain, and a clearly visible palm print on the window, the size of a human hand, but only four fingers, and the texture of the palm was very different from that of a human.
"Huh?"
Mark was stunned, he felt as if he had seen this palm print somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.
Mark frowned and stared at the palm print, he was sure that it was definitely not a human palm print.
And at this time, Shen Ying also came back, and as soon as he sat down, he looked preoccupied.
"Master, I think there are demons in the plane.".
"Huh?"
β¦β¦