The Mecha Ascension was quietly moored at a small DC pier outside the city.

The docks belonged to the secret estate of the Mishuel family.

The farmer inside only knew that there was a housekeeper who managed them on behalf of the big boss, and they had never seen the big boss who 'went to study in Victoria'.

Back on the boat, feeling the gentle ripple of the waves, Mark froze in front of the magic array in the bilge.

Everything is ready to go.

The enchanting eye of the alien.

Iolite blessed by the Storm Priest.

The goddess of wealth blessed gold coins to reforge the melted gold clover.

……

A total of seven strange offerings were placed on a white jade altar the size of a small stool.

Outside the altar was a circle drawn on a large round table with the blood of high-level alien beasts.

On the surface, there are four motifs in the circle: a four-winged monster bird with wings ready to fly, a two-headed serpent winding above a tree, a hellhound covered in fire, and a typical demon.

If you look closely, you'll see that these patterns are all made up of extraordinarily intricate magical runes. The whole circle is scarlet, and it is extremely eye-catching

The difficulty involved in this cannot be described simply by the amount of work.

Blood will coagulate, and such a complex pattern must be completed almost in one go before the blood can be coagulated, and it is impossible to do it without a little skill.

Good thing there is Helena.

This high-level craftsman's basic skills in painting are absolutely excellent.

At the bottom of the round table is the purification circle of the Cult of Light.

It looks like a fortress-like church.

Under normal circumstances, this circle will not be activated, only after catching the demon......

Underneath, it stacks with the summoning circle to form a three-dimensional circle.

And outside the double-layered circle, a bone machete was randomly inserted into a wooden box.

Everything is ready, just wait for the core.

Mark was just about to enter the battle, but Minnie, who had already turned into a puppet, stopped him.

"First time...... You don't want to ...... Go. ”

Well, if he had a choice, Mark didn't want to risk his life.

"But Minnie, if I don't go, where will the good soul attract the attention of the demons?"

Miss Doll's wooden fingers sweep from left to right in the room.

Originally, Mark thought that she was going to let Helena go, and was trying to help refuse her, because Helena's soul strength was not high. The comprehension of supernatural power of a high-ranking craftsman is sometimes inferior to that of a mystical apprentice. After all, the core power of the mechanic god cult craftsmen is mechanical knowledge, and supernatural power is only incidental.

Unexpectedly, Minnie pointed to a melon-eating face Bison chick.

"Huh? Wait a minute! I!? Bison jumped out excitedly, no longer in the form of a pillow that saves energy, and when the spirit body is solid enough, she looks no different from a real girl.

"Yes, your ...... Soul...... It's fragrant! ”

"No, no, no! I definitely don't! What do you think I became [anomalous] for? It's not that my bastard dad scares me out of the house all day with some demons! The Bison chick shook her head frantically as if she had been drugged.

"Why...... What do you wish for...... With a handsome guy...... Go on a big adventure ......"

Don't look at Minnie who doesn't seem to be able to speak, it's a lore when she says it!

The Byson chick's face collapsed.

was afraid, and as a result, he developed a concealment skill.

She is autistic and hungry for adventure.

This character is typical of being afraid of death and doing death.

It was said to be right.

Byson looked like he had been hit by a bolt from the blue, and he knelt limply, a standard frustrated forward bend in a ORZ.

At this time, Mark spoke: "Ahem! Byson, if you're afraid, you don't have to. I was going to do it myself. ”

This time, Mark really didn't plan to pit Byson.

If nothing else, there was an accident.

Bison had planned to go downhill with the donkey, but at this moment she caught a glimpse of Miss Helena, who was looking at Mark with concern, and couldn't help but envy: although she occasionally got a little oil on her face and held a wrench all day, she was so beautiful! Get in good shape!

Bison chick looked at her figure like two straight lines again, and a strange desire to win came up.

Hum! You can't help Mark, I can!

Bison slapped the steel plate of the ship's bulkhead with a bang: "Humph! Who said I was afraid! I'll show you! ”

After a while, an ethereal and vague sound came from the chaotic spirit world, wafting out from the illusory boundary between reality and the spirit world.

"Woohoo! Damn, that woman dared to bully me like this! ”

"Is there anyone to help me get revenge!"

"Someone! Anyone is good. ”

Timid and delicate immature voice, if a normal person hears it, most of them will be angry and have a faint desire to protect.

It's a different story with demons.

That pure, faintly blemished petite soul was a manifestation of evil – a little bit of heart.

In this world of mysterious power manifestations, every year, curious mortals inadvertently get a complete or incomplete summoning circle and perform fancy deaths.

Not to mention cultists who deliberately seduce demons for their own use.

In the bottom compartment of the [Mechanical Ascension], Mark, Minnie, Bison, and Helena were fully armed, and they watched intently as a disgusting and bloody wave appeared on the bloody circle in the inner layer.

The waves were illusory and translucent at first, floating in mid-air 5cm above the Spirit-Summoning Circle.

Immediately, the blood wave became more and more real.

Everyone clearly saw that a vague, orangutan-like eerie face stood out from the blood wave.

The orangutan face was like a robber in stockings at first, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were skewed to a considerable extent, and as his face continued to bulge with blood, his facial features became clearer and clearer.

It stretched out two ape arms nearly two meters long, easily broke free from the blood wave, and jumped out completely.

For the first time, it saw the poor little silver-haired girl shivering in the mist.

"Hey, hey! Little girl! Who is your enemy? Tell me her name, and my brother will clean her up for you, but at a cost...... That's your soul. ”

The little girl screamed, "Come on! There are perverts here! ”

In the next moment, the orangutan demon only felt a flower in front of him.

Where is the soul of a little girl?

Suddenly a brilliant golden light rose from its feet, sucking its legs like a vortex.

Not only that, but a large bundle of spiritual silk flew from nowhere, firmly binding its body.

It opened its mouth and wanted to scream.

At this moment, while the other party was struggling, a huge war hammer fell with a bang.

And then there was no then.

"Whew!" Mark breathed a sigh of relief, and the first seduction was quite successful.

At least he didn't have to shoot.

Even if you use Holy Light bullets, you shouldn't shoot in a place like this where there are metal walls on all sides. The devil knows where the bullet will bounce off.

Looking at the corpse splashed with the demonic spirit slurry, Helena, who was driving the mecha, threw it into the light circle without Mark's greeting.

Helena changed into a mech.

It's a bit inappropriate to say it's a mecha. Helena herself, of course, could not drive a three-meter-tall mech. The principle of this thing is that the mechanical lever replaces the bones of the mecha, and then uses the spiritual muscles and tendons of the alien demons as the medium to transmit the action.

Unlike Earth's exoskeleton system, this is driven purely by the tendons of the Alien Spirit.

Since the spiritual flesh and blood of the alien demons will dissipate, they will have to change a batch every once in a while, and the loss is really large.

Under the gaze of the four of them, the body of this alien demon just now began to be disintegrated by the light circle.

Jinguang Dasheng!

Just like cooking squid, a large amount of fishy slurry was discharged from the demon's body, and these turbid impurities and secretions could not affect Mark and them, and as soon as they escaped, they were sucked away by another spiritual channel prepared in advance in the magic circle.

Streams of golden light poured into the demon's remnants, and its massive body shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

More turbid spiritual matter was separated and discharged into the void of the spirit realm.

This chain of purification process somehow reminded Mark of the water filtration of the previous waterworks.

After some manipulation, in the end, all that was left was a yellow spiritual crystal the size of a little finger.

"Is it just swallowed?" Mark was slightly skeptical.

"Yes." Helena sighed, "Whether it's the Church of the Mechanics or the Church of Light and Night, the operation of refining spiritual essence is similar. This is the cleanest filtered purification circle I've ever seen. My father used similar ones, but not so well, and his excessive stubbornness and insanity from time to time may have something to do with the lack of spiritual purity that he swallowed. ”

Mark swallowed this spiritual crystal.

"Boom-"

It wasn't the sound in reality, but a huge roar erupted from his own soul space, which shook Mark's whole person dizzy, and his hands and feet were sore.

He couldn't support his detached body, and he was about to fall to the ground in embarrassment, when suddenly a soft and strong and cold wooden arm held his arm left and right.

There's a lot going on around him, and it seems like he's being lifted up, and the back of his head seems to be resting on some kind of pillow.

Mark didn't care so much, and vaguely, he seemed to feel countless voices shouting in his ears.

Listen closely, and each one is his own voice.

There were too many sounds, and it became a hallucinatory murmur, intertwined and mixed with each other, constantly disturbing his mind.

This scene, he is actually not unfamiliar, he had a similar experience when he pretended to be Mr. Galaxy.

He quickly blocked out a lot of sounds, which was better.

But he soon found out that it was not going to work.

Because every voice, it's him.

If you want your soul to be stronger, you need to expand your capacity, and you need to thicken the boundaries of your soul world.

This feeling is like forcibly dismantling one's own soul, which was originally only the size of an egg, and then filling the soul matter between the eggshells, making it a larger eggshell.

Now all Mark has to do is turn eggs into goose eggs.