At this moment, Mark felt that he knew very well that the situation was indeed 'very' serious.

knew that he knew, but he had to complain: What are you doing in my face if you have nothing to do?

Fortunately, the tea is warm, not hot, otherwise this news would really make people 'grade 10 burns'.

"What are you doing?" Vivien's voice almost scared someone's soul away.

"Uh, I ......" Mark was like a kid who had done something wrong.

"Really, I know you'd love to dodge. I've tried to flash a jug of water that has been splashed in the sky, but don't do it if you're still weak. Vivien grunted as she pulled out a handkerchief to wipe Mark's face.

This time, Mark couldn't fix it: "Actually, I ......"

"Needless to say, if you really want to practice dodging, I can equip the silver crossbow with rubber arrows for practice and paste it on your face to ensure that your requirements are met."

Being portrayed darker and darker, Mark gets angry.

Darn! You dare to do this, believe it or not, sir, I will paste your face with a 40mm caliber grenade!

Mark wants to struggle, but sadly, there is a clear difference between people and people's physiques.

Before the crossing, he was just an ordinary person, so he was handsome and practiced a little marksmanship.

After crossing over, he went directly to the side of the master, and the original owner obviously lacked exercise.

The archer is empty blue and can also attack, and the magic master is a rookie.

Mark had the heart to resist, but the more he resisted, the more it inspired Vivien's strange competitiveness, and the action became fierce.

"Don't move! Lie down! What do you look like? Got everyone's pillows wet. She knelt on one knee on the bed, leaning over, one hand defusing someone's resistance, and the other rubbing Mark's face.

It was then that Mark suddenly realized that if it wasn't right, the damn dice were going to get him again.

If nothing else, the unexpected should come.

Sure enough, the next second......

"Hey, I'll take the third person ......" Abner froze as he pushed the door open, and a young priest of light with the figure of a teenager flashed out from behind him, and he was also stunned.

An awkward atmosphere spread through the room, and it was only then that Vivien realized that her posture was somewhat indecent.

Uncle Abner tactically coughed: "Ahem! You young people have lived and died together, I understand, but this is not a private place, please be aware of the impact. ”

"Wow!" This little priest, who is only about 1.65 meters tall, seems to have opened the door to a new world, and his green eyes are shining, making people wonder if he is going to take out a camera in the next second to leave evidence of the two of them.

"Wait! I'm not, our ......" Vivien's face turned red in an instant, the flush extended from her forehead to her neck, and she hurriedly turned on the quibble mode: "Actually, Mark is too stupid, splashing all the tea on his face, and I will help him wipe it." ”

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" The horse swing is so agreeable.

"Why don't we go out first?" Abner smiled.

"Nope! No, that's fine. Vivien quickly straightened up.

After finally finishing the fight, Abner introduced, "This is the third member of our team, the high-ranking Light Priest Dida Wilson. ”

Mark looked at the newcomer for a while, saw that he had a small Adam's apple, and was sure that it was an expired Zhengtai, and asked tentatively, "Dida, are you ...... How old is it? ”

"I'm just 14 years old." Despite Dida's straightened waist, she was still half a head shorter than Vivien. "I'm an adult, and I have three years of experience as a pastor," he stressed. ”

Mark held his forehead, he forgot: the Wright Empire was legally 14 years old.

Inherent thinking kills people!

But as soon as he heard that surname, he knew that he was not an old family of the Church of Light. Generally speaking, the old families will take the civilian line, and only those who want to fight for quick promotion will come to the Dark Night Church to join the actual combat detachment.

Abner turned to Dida and said, "This is Vivian Carlos, trainee inquisitor. She's in charge of fighting with me. This is Mark Destinee, Doctor Who, who mainly provides intelligence support, uh, and he'll consider fighting if necessary. Don't look at him like he is now, he is very powerful. ”

"Hello two!" Dida bowed politely.

The two returned the salute.

"Alright, I'd love to give you enough time to get to know each other, but the mission is down, and we're going to leave for St. Layden tomorrow night, and the day after tomorrow we'll help clean up the troops and deal with a newly discovered demon ruin." Abner clapped his hands, then glanced at Mark: "As for Mark, you take care of your problems first, and then consider the convergence in the next mission." ”

"Okay."

After nightfall, Vivien had nothing to do and withdrew first.

Mark remains...... was also stripped of a soul arm by a stick female ghost.

This time, Mark can't say that the counterattack failed, but he blocked the female ghost's first pull, but was entangled by the other party again and forcibly tore off his left hand.

"I need a stronger counter-attack!" While eating the spiritual essence left by the demon general and replenishing his soul again, Mark thought about countermeasures.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

"Lord Destini! Lord Knight invites you to the Great Altar. Hearing the comer's briefing, Mark's face calmed down and he tried to empty his mind as much as possible.

After so many times the spirit had been devoured, he knew he couldn't go on like this.

The constant damage to the spirit body, and the forcible copying of memories to replenish it, is quite overdrawn mental power. His physical and mental state has deteriorated to an extremely low level.

Mark tidied up his appearance and went to the altar again.

The Night Lady is not there, and it is Knight who meets him.

The other party got straight to the point: "Thank you for the token and information you provided." The two ladies raided the evil god and achieved good results. The Night Lady has always been generous to true friends. As a further reward for you, please accept these two extraordinary things. ”

At this time, public to public, Knight played an official tone, and Mark was not surprised.

He saw the two things that the Muscle Stick Night Guardian had brought up on a tray yesterday.

One was the 40mm revolver he requested.

As soon as Mark picked it up, he immediately felt that it felt great. After checking it, the weight is about 800 grams. It resembles a classic Colt revolver, but with a shorter barrel.

Opening the nest, Mark found that the nest that looked the size of a ping-pong ball suddenly enlarged in his vision, turning into a large nest unique to howitzers, and it felt like a big crab claw chrysanthemum suddenly blooming in front of him.

Knight spoke: "The recoil has also been adjusted, and it is not much different from a normal revolver." The point is, if you choose to bind this gun to your soul, you can take it into the spirit world. ”

Mark's eyes lit up: "Thank you very much." ”

Then, Mark picked up another extraordinary object.

It was an incomparably sharp, black-cut short sword. The blade length is 36 cm, and the handle is 12 cm long. On the golden sword, there is the emblem of the goddess of the night.

The Night Guardian had a smug look on his face, "This is my masterpiece, the [Night Stalker] made of the special metal that the Night Lady has blessed. It has quite good attack power against Sequence 5 or below Extraordinary, Spirits, and Demons, and can also disguise the user's aura. ”

"Are there any drawbacks?"

"If you use it too much, you will get the breath of the Night Lady on your body."

"Oh, thank you." Mark calmly took the dagger.

Now it seems obvious. Last night the man had made a small profit for the Twin Goddesses, which was why they were so generous.

Sure enough, the situation is quite tight! Even such powerful gods as the twin goddesses began to constantly seek foreign help, seeking new strength to replenish.

After retiring from the left and right, Knight asked, "The Night Lady asked me to ask you, what happened to your doom dream?" The church has already helped you find the right helper. ”

Mark remained quiet: "There was another attack last night. But I've found a way to cope. If I could, I hope that the Lady of the Night will shelter me and keep me safe for seven days and seven nights. ”

"Yes." Knight nodded calmly.

From the bottom of his heart, Knight felt a little pity, if this excellent young man in front of him was willing to let go of his soul and allow a night powerhouse to enter, then he could easily help him brand his soul and completely tie it to the chariot of the Church of Light and Night.

As the Whip of the Night, Knight certainly finds the recent Church unusual, but this cannot be said.

Seven days, neither long nor short.

For seven days, Mark ate, drank, and slept on the edge of a small night altar not far from the Great Altar, and the fog of the night enveloped him, forcibly driving away all foreign forces.

In general, gods are reluctant to do such things.

It's like having to protect people in an armored car to prevent the other side from being cold.

If the amount of Divine Power consumed by the Doom Dream is 5, then the amount of Divine Power required for All-round Protection is 100.

The cost of attack and defense is disproportionate.

Clearly, the Night Lady was in a good mood.

In the past few days, Mark has done nothing else and only practiced one skill.

He knew very well that he was different from those local powerhouses who had practiced archery and swords since he was a child, and used all kinds of cold weapons. His strengths are many, but not many.

The only way to practice that skill is to take it to the extreme......

Finally, on the night of the seventh day.

The man and the ghost are here again.

The same body, the same clothes, and a terrifying face outlined in blood were staring at Mark with a mysterious smile.

Cold and deadly silent.

It's more like teasing, as if mocking him - you've been hiding for so many days, and you still have to face my curse!

Just as I remembered, the female ghost leaned over.

The non-existent illusory feet tread on the blood-soaked muddy ground.

Little by little, get closer.

Getting closer......

"I want your hands!"

The resentment that had been accumulated for seven days was even more terrifying.

The terrible scream that suddenly sounded shocked Mark's heart and made his whole body numb on the spot.

However, the opportunity has come!

Five thousand times of realistic training a day, five thousand times of mental simulation, allowed him to break free from the other party's soul suppression at this most critical juncture.

Completely imprinted in the DNA, Mark roared, violently puffed up the spirit of his whole body, and shook his right hand.

A revolver that shouldn't have appeared in this spirit world aimed at the chest of the human stick female ghost with the muzzle of a black hole.

[Instant Sniper] is activated!

However, it's [American Instant Sniper (Gun Drawing)]!

Single shot, with mirror, one shot in seconds!

Who dares to say that this is not a snipe?