The cold on his body slowly subsided, and Mark felt the hot air from his nostrils turn into mist.

It's strange, it's clear that I should be a spirit, but is there such a thing as a spirit?

Ignoring nothing, Mark first replenished his large revolver with ammo, pulled out a 40mm grenade made of a B-level blood moon card from his belt, and stuffed it into the nest.

In front of him were the ruins of a rather classical castle.

You must know that after the development of artillery in this world, even if any country plays castles, it will be built to protect against the bombardment of iron ball bombs and cannons.

The main structure of the castle is distinctly circular in size.

The atrium of the castle made of mud-yellow stone collapsed in the northwest corner, and the bright moonlight shone in.

Someone was very sure that this was not the real world, because after being sheltered in the Altar of the Night for many days, Mark was already more familiar with the breath of the Night Goddess.

This dark night and moonlight were just like the ones he had before he crossed over, pure and without any divine power.

Mark couldn't be sure if it was a dream or a world in the middle of some space.

In a circular atrium about forty meters in diameter, directly in front of Mark, there was an extinguished fireplace, facing a pile of black, oddly shaped logs.

To the left of the fireplace is a life-tall mural of a female knight with golden curls in half-body armor and a heroic face, but the lower half of the mural has been destroyed, and the wall is pitted.

The atrium is littered with broken wooden furniture.

A large pile of tabletops, chair cushions, chair backs, etc., were piled up on the floor in a mess.

On either side of the atrium, there are two staircases that run along the circular inner wall, at the very front of the staircase handrail, where there should have been a statue.

Mark found it on the ground.

It should be a statue of a white jade knight with a total height of about 40cm, even if it is broken in many places, you can still see the extremely realistic armor on the knight's body, and the heroic posture of the war horse with its head held high and about to charge.

It's a pity that the lower half of the entire statue is completely shattered, and even the fragments can't be found.

Mark couldn't help but reach out and touch the statue.

Hard, smooth, icy touches come back from the tips of your fingers.

"Huh? So real? Slightly startled, he let go of the broken statue, allowing it to echo crisply in the dark castle.

"It's so clear to the touch. It shouldn't be a dream. Mark was pretty sure neither he nor the dead ghost had ever been to this place.

After coming here, Mark always felt a subtle dissonance.

He couldn't say what it was, his instincts told him that something was missing from this place.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked back behind him.

At the gate of the castle, the spatial crack he had just entered still emitted a strange red light, it was very stable, and there was no sign of closing the door and beating the dog.

It's just that the black spirit silk that extended from the Valkyrie's body just passed through the spatial crack, like a small drop of ink that melted into a large pool of clear water, and the color quickly faded, and it was invisible.

"Wait!" Mark's mind caught a key.

The female ghost was going to snatch Mark's arm all day long, and the body of the Valkyrie who was missing limbs and head was connected to one of her limbs.

A flash of light flashed through Mark's mind, and he knew what was missing from the fortress, which seemed to be well-stocked.

The answer is......

[Legs]!

From the portraits, to the tables and chairs, to the statues, if you don't feel single, you will find that you can't find a leg in the whole castle.

The throbbing of his heart drove Mark to jump behind him instinctively.

This subconscious dodge allowed him to escape.

Less than half a second after he jumped away, a large mouth like a chrysanthemum appeared silently where he had stood a moment ago.

No!

Looking closely, Mark only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

A mouth is a mouth, and a tooth is not a tooth.

Every fang-like thing that came out of that terrifying mouth was actually the leg of a white, plump beauty.

Without even thinking about it, Mark shot into the deep mouth with a radius of two meters.

"Wow-" Big Mouth let out an eerie scream, and the dark Big Mouth was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The 'fangs' in the mouth, that is, the legs of the beautiful woman, were spit out.

A fishy smell swept away, and those rather tempting-looking legs turned into the feet of a pile of old wooden tables and chairs in the blink of an eye.

"This ......," Mark couldn't hold back.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to pay attention to that.

The moonlight shone on the atrium, allowing him to see his surroundings.

A burst of rustling sounds came.

The next scene made his scalp tingle, and when he looked out of the large gap in the northwest, he could only see a few bare trees swaying in the wind on the cliff outside, a bit like teeth and claws.

Now a large spider-like thing crawled out of the dark corner in the distance, occupying the entire mountain wall.

From a distance, it looked like a spider, but Mark couldn't see it and knew what it was—it was a bunch of leg-controlled ecstasy that normal people shudder.

The so-called spider is actually a thing made up of four to eight legs.

What kind of demon is that, Mark doesn't know, he just knows that if he is stepped on by so many legs, he will definitely die.

The most terrifying thing is that after dying here, he doesn't know if he can still achieve the result of waking up from a nightmare by sacrificing a part of his spiritual quality.

Thinking about the terrible situation in the atrium of the castle after so many beautiful leg monsters pounced, he had to face the terrible situation in the sky and the earth, from all directions, Mark decided to reduce the number of opponents first.

"Bang bang!"

Like a western cowboy, the left hand helps to flick the hammer to use the [Double-Action Shooting Mode] to drive the hammer to hit the primer of the 40mm grenade in the nest faster, and at the same time pull the hammer to make the nest rotate faster.

This human-powered machine gun firing pattern allowed Mark to miraculously fire all six grenades in three seconds.

At the same time that the terrible recoil shook Mark's arm, the grenade that seemed to be only the size of a bullet rushed out of the muzzle, immediately lifted the space reduction mode, and turned into a grenade with huge lethality, whistling towards the mountain wall.

There were a few loud bangs, and the monster pile suddenly flew flesh and blood.

The furious soul grenade opened several large craters in the mountain wall, and after being blown off, the pieces of leg flesh that flew around fell like an ice storm to the bottom of the mountain, and the most terrifying thing was ...... The landslide is on.

The overpowered grenade caused a situation similar to a mudslide, and when the entire mountain wall collapsed, more than eighty percent of the beautiful leg monsters were drowned in the rubble, and for a time the terrible and strange screams were connected.

Mark didn't take it lightly, he quickly pulled grenades from his belt and quickly loaded them into the nest.

It's a pity that the 40mm grenades are too big, and before you get the legendary space bag, you can bring 12 grenades on your spirit body at a time, which is already the limit.

Thankfully, however, when there were still 3 grenades left, a large number of beautiful leg monsters burped.

"Whew! Call! Call! Mark gasped for air to calm himself down.

This time, he was sure that he was not mistaken, and it seemed that countless blue streamers flew out from below the mountain wall, and flowed into the sea to Mark.

Into his legs, to be exact.

It wasn't an illusion, and Mark clearly felt more strength in his legs.

"Huh?"

Trying to jump casually, Mark was shocked to see his whole body jump three meters high like a cloud, and he felt quite relaxed.

Mark could feel that the agility and strength of his legs had improved dramatically.

So far, it's definitely been a rewarding adventure.

Mark didn't forget what he was looking for.

Valkyrie's legs!

At first, Mark thought that one bad one was that his legs were blown up by his grenade and buried at the bottom of the mountain.

How do you get a pair of legs out from under thousands of tons of rock?

It's desperate to think about.

However, Mark immediately realized that something was wrong.

Think about the first time I saw the body of the Valkyrie, it was the core of a large number of A-class evil spirits that regarded it as the possession, that kind of atmosphere of the stars and the moon, what kind of card?

There's no reason why a pair of legs would be silently mixed up in a pile of garbage legs.

Mark feigned contemplation as he approached the fireplace, and then, with his backhand, stabbed a sword into the wall of the mutilated lower part of the mural.

"Ahh

The shrill screams that almost made the ear drums disappear resounded throughout the castle.