Soul expansion is definitely not a simple matter, and it is also capable of transcendentals, if ordinary people do this, what awaits him will only be soul tearing and sanity destruction.

And expansion is not just about expanding. The larger the balloon, the thinner the wall, and once it is attacked by a sharp weapon, it will immediately burst.

Mark saw in his mind that the fragments of memories in his mind were turning into streams of light, bursting onto the newly incorporated pure spiritual matter.

This is the assimilation of the soul!

From another angle, it is a copy and paste of your own memories to fill up this newly installed hard disk.

The process of soul expansion lasted for nearly a whole night, and the next morning, it was dawn and Mark woke up.

When I woke up, I opened my eyes and found that the sky and the earth were pitch black.

At the end of the day, Mark wondered if he had fallen into some dark space.

Look at the point.

Oh!

I almost finished the cleanser achievement.

For a moment, Mark wanted to pretend he wasn't awake. Unfortunately, in the next second, he found that his left hand was actually sandwiched by a pillow twisted into an S-shape, and the silver-haired girl pattern in the pillow was staring at him without blinking his eyes; His right hand was still pressed on the clockwork of a music box, and the little puppet on the music box was spinning in circles.

“……”

A wonderful sense of guilt arises.

Obviously, the two next to him are not people.

"Ahh You're awake! Helena straightened up, and the light lit up: "Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep." ”

From Mark's angle, only half of her face could be seen.

"I'm sorry, your leg is numb." In the four glances that were likely to be promoted to [jealousy], someone was embarrassed to continue to enjoy the extremely elastic touch coming from the back of his head, and hurriedly propped himself up with his elbows.

"I didn't." Helena got out of bed with a weak heart, only to stumble and almost fall.

Seeing Helena lose her balance, Markla grabbed her arm.

“…… Thank you. Helena steadied herself, not daring to look Mark's face in the eye, for she saw that the flush had crept up her cheeks and ears, and her face was boiling hot.

"Oh, it's fine." The pin-and-needle gaze coming from his back made Mark very politely let go of his hand.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"I'm going to prepare breakfast." Helena flew away.

Mark touched his nose: "I'll go out and breathe." ”

As soon as he went out, Minnie and Bison muttered.

"Minnie, we've lost! Woooooo "The Bison chick is howling.

"It's you...... Thinking too much...... Wonderful dancing...... Always in a moment......"

"......" Bison was speechless.

After all, neither of them is human!

Mark walked to the deck and caught a glimpse of Helena, who was busy in the kitchenette, and suddenly became a little distracted.

It's August, and it's still very hot in this part of St. Wright.

Helena wore a close-fitting sports top and a pair of shorts that were slightly longer than hot pants, and you could see a tight waist.

Maybe she didn't realize it, but she was a beautiful scenery in itself!

If it's before the crossing, Mark who has been playing flowers all year round, will go over to say anything.

Now Mark is a little afraid to do so.

When the environment is bad, people are often reluctant to think about what the other half has.

chose this path of rebellion, and I don't know when I will die violently.

Mark doesn't hurt anyone.

Breakfast is not simple: bacon bread with mashed potatoes and two slices of sautéed lettuce, a small bowl of oatmeal.

For Mark, this breakfast is very Western-style in the Middle Ages of the earth, and it has a special flavor.

The breakfast was not very tasty. After all, the things that people in the Celestial Empire often eat now, even if they are not genetically modified foods, have often been grafted and bred many times, and the taste has improved much compared with the original.

In all fairness, Helena's cooking skills can at least be rated excellently.

Seeing that Mark had eaten breakfast generously, leaving no scraps, Helena's eyes narrowed into two crescents, and after sensing Mark's gaze, she quickly asked, "Is breakfast still to your taste?" ”

"Yes, if you can spare time, I will also let you taste my craft."

Helena's eyes quickly dimmed: "I ......"

"Don't get me wrong. My parents were gone a long time ago. It was the pension and the support of my grandfather that saved me from having to work as a child. But I had to learn to take care of myself. A statement that fits the character, after saying it, Mark is a little weak-hearted.

Helena's mood visibly improved.

Although the contact time has not been long, Mark realizes that Helena herself has a pretty good character, but as the illegitimate daughter of a strict and unruly master craftsman, she has a typical lack of self-confidence and sensitivity.

This kind of personality cannot be reversed in a short time.

Overall, Mark and Helena are quite happy to get along with.

Helena asked, "What's next?" Continuing yesterday's ritual? ”

"Go ahead."

Mark must admit that improving his strength is addictive.

So the big fat cat said that if you are not careful, you will become [greedy].

If he is sure that he will lie down, he has no choice when he is pulled into the [Blood Moon Baptism].

After a night of soul expansion, his soul body expanded from the egg level to the goose egg level, but the soul power inside was too small, which made him feel like a big egg with no egg yolk and only egg white.

Next, the four of them performed two more ceremonies.

I have to say that the soul of the Bison chick looks really delicious and delicious.

They hooked a demon that looked like an octopus, and another that looked like a beetle.

Killing them both with ease, Mark started the purification ritual and absorbed two more souls, greatly increasing his soul power.

After about some estimates, after three summons, Mark probably increased his soul power limit by twice and filled most of the vacated soul space.

After two completions, the Bison chick suddenly became a spirit.

"Wait! Something seems to be eyeing me. Woo – it feels very bad. "As a being who truly lives until death and then becomes an anomaly, Miss Bison has a unique talent for 'Gou'.

She felt that if she was targeted, it would probably not be wrong.

Mark consulted with them and decided to move somewhere.

They hunt for wise demons, not stupid roe deer. If you fish in the same place too many times, the demons will come and go again and again, and there will only be two results: either no new victims will come to the door, or there will be a presence that they can't hold.

Helena drove the boat out of the estuary, about a kilometre off the coast, and anchored near a small desert island by the sea.

The island is so small that when the tide rises, the entire island is less than 100 square meters above the water.

There is a natural mangrove forest around the island that helps to block out the view.

They waded ashore, set up tents, and set up circles.

This time, Mark was used as bait.

This time, it worked, and it went wrong.

After being purified by the Circle of Light, Mark inhaled this mass of soul crystals with ease.

As soon as I inhaled it, a voice appeared in my ears.

At first, Mark thought it was the sea breeze, but after a few seconds, it turned into a whisper.

A low, magnetic, somewhat suggestive and seductive murmur kept echoing in Mark's ears.

Not the temptation of lust, but the knowledge that most appetites for believers in the God of Knowledge.

It tickled Mark's heart, tickled him, as if he would tell him some earth-shattering treasure, some evil but powerful knowledge if he listened carefully.

The midday sun shone on Mark through the opening of the tent, and he shook his head vigorously, still feeling chills all over his body, and his back was wet, not in a cold sweat, but on something unknown.

"Mark! Be careful! That evil spirit is polluting your soul! Helena reacted immediately. She had participated in her father's creation of biological robots, and knew very well how terrifying the lethality of those demons who had not been completely brainwashed could be.

While the three girls were shocked, Mark began to chant a technique in a low voice unhurriedly.

The next moment, the seemingly chaotic and irregular whispers suddenly began to materialize.

How can a sound become a physical entity?

The sound will not, the blasphemy rune will!

Mark's activator triggered the arcane spell, immediately causing a faint ripple in the surrounding space.

Wisps of black smoke slowly floated from his ears, and the black smoke was driven into the air by a mysterious force, condensing into a one-centimeter-long and wide devil's language character.

The strange characters that seemed to be constantly flowing thick ink droplets quickly gathered together and merged with each other.

Mark slowly closed his eyes, and within his soul vision, a sword was rapidly generating.

Ordinary people can't see his sword, but the third girl can't.

They froze as they watched these strange powers turn into flying swords and hover half a meter above Mark's left shoulder.

At first glance, the flying sword is shaped like a trumpet cross sword, similar in length to a dagger, and is only about thirty centimeters long.

Everyone knows that this is not the case at all.

The whole sword takes on a 'multicolored black'.

It's not a joke.

Twelve different shades of black constitute this illusory soul sword, and the whole body exudes an ominous smell.

It is no exaggeration to say that......

Helena trembled: "This is the [Sword of Blasphemy]!" ”

Mark opened his eyes and smiled bitterly: "It should be more appropriate to call it [Blasphemy Flying Sword]." ”