Before and after the crossing, Mark was just a young man in his early twenties.

It is the best time of a person's life, feeling like he has infinite possibilities and has a fearless pioneering spirit.

He knew that he had a high probability of leading to a boss, but he still did it without hesitation.

It's not just the confidence that the dice give, but also the 'I've got your body, can't I handle the two legs?' 'Wonderful idea.

Regardless, this boss opening was a success.

The Night Stalker was unmistakably pierced into a thigh that could not be seen, or even felt.

The power of the night erupted frantically at this moment, pouring violently into a slender and toned white thigh, and instead a black green similar to a fingerprint appeared.

If this leg does not belong to a terrible demon, just looking at the spots on this leg, it will become [Polluted Purity.mkv].

At the same time that the person in the extremely sassy mural turned into a real demon, the other foot, which most likely belonged to the Valkyrie, suddenly appeared from the void in front of the stone wall and kicked on Mark's chest.

"Ahem!"

The speed of the opponent's counterattack was completely beyond Mark's imagination.

When the speed was fast enough to exceed the limit of eye capture, that is, a flashing of light like a fleeting light, Mark felt a suffocation in his chest. The whole person was spinning and dizzy.

Under the huge impact, the limbs stretched forward strangely...... No, it was his body flying upside down, with his limbs into this weird appearance.

The pain was so intense that even the soul turned on the protective function, and it took a full second for the pain to reach my mind, feeling that the body did not belong to me for a short time, and even the limbs had an unreal illusion.

In the field of vision, I could barely see dozens of feet chasing over,

These bizarre feet have full calves, ankles, and soles, except that each sole of the foot is attached to the thigh cross-section of the next leg. There is also a connection between the sole of the foot and the cut surface of the leg that resembles muscle fibers, forming a string of [anklets] that are connected from end to end.

Just as Mark was flying upside down, more anklets were whipped over.

Two more kicks will obviously be worse.

Mark was amazed at the rise in his physique, knowing that in the past, he would probably break several ribs on the spot with such a hard blow.

Now, after a brief period of dull pain, it seems that the body is back in shape.

"When did I become so resilient?"

It wasn't the time to dwell on this, Mark made two backflips in mid-air with a dexterous movement that exceeded the limits of his imagination, and finally lightly stepped on the façade of the wall behind him with both feet, and even had a clear pause in his body, which was a 'rabbit kick', flashed to the right, and dodged the blasting anklet.

"Boom!"

Terrifying destructive power!

The long legs kicked into the inner walls of the castle, shattering the hard stones that could withstand the blows of a normal trebuchet. Fist-sized rubble splattered all over the sky.

"I'm more flexible!" Mark was skeptical at first, now sure.

Although his movements were large and he seemed to be full of flaws, after his foot strength was greatly strengthened, he was able to catch up with the attacks of the long anklets on the opposite side and dodge at least two meters in advance.

The demon in the mural whispers: "Give me back my ......"

"Humph! You just have to lie down. Mark noticed that among the large number of legs, there were two toned and slender white thighs that were particularly eye-catching. The high-purity strength contained in it is a lot higher than the strength of other legs.

The opponent's body seems to be stuck on the stone wall and can't move, and this is a place that can be used.

But how?

Mark doesn't have any ranged weapons left.

He tried to use his speed to advance, but as soon as he got about ten meters away, more feet suddenly burst out from the bottom half of the destroyed mural.

I tried to cut off two legs with a Night Stalker, but it turned out that the body of those legs was a table leg or something.

The devil knows how many legs the other party can have!?

Just when Mark was a little rat pulling a turtle and had nowhere to start, he suddenly thought of a way-

Do what you think!

Mark first changed his body drastically, and suddenly went due north. When he caught the attention of those feet, he kicked his legs and burst out as fast as he could, and with a flicker he burst out of the breach in the northwest corner.

Wide sea and sky!

That's not all, the point is, Mark is tantamount to going around directly behind the mural!

Another person may not be able to take a strong fortress wall, but Mark is not.

In addition to killing personnel, the grenade itself is also a powerful demolition artifact!

A powerful soul bomb may not be able to deal powerful damage to the boss, but it is definitely more than enough to deal with the dilapidated and decaying stone walls.

Jumping out, turning 180 degrees, the person was still in mid-air, Mark took out the revolver, flicked the hammer gorgeously, and banged it was three shots!

The grenade was fired, and with the mural as the center, three large clusters of green flames in the shape of a regular triangle burst out, rising a terrifying and short-lived small-scale soul storm.

This destruction of the stone walls around the mural boss leaves it helpless.

After a loud bang, just as Mark imagined, the boss attached to the wall, along with the huge wall, which was about ten meters high and five meters wide, fell in the direction of the castle under the force of the impact.

"Boom!"

"Smack-"

The scene is ridiculous.

It felt like a cream cake flipping the cream carved top all over and slamming it the dirty floor.

All the frescoes' feet could only struggle to stick out from the sides of the fallen wall.

The crooked, devoid of crosshairs danced Mark to a clumsy and ridiculous feeling.

From the ruins of the collapsed castle came the roar of a monster: "These legs are mine!" Anyone who tries to get their hands on these legs, I'm going to tear open his guts, smash his skull, and skin him. I'm going to destroy you, and put you back together as my new collection—"

"I'm not really interested in these legs." Above the dust raised in the sky, Mark's voice was heard.

"Then why ......"

"I just want to put an end to this nightmare!" Mark said as he dodged to the right.

As he reckoned, it wasn't that the demon's blow wasn't precise enough, but that the Night Stalker had masked all of his aura, and that Mark could only be identified by sound when he couldn't directly observe him visually.

"Shhh

A black sword light suddenly lit up above the collapsed ruins, slicing across the air.

This is a few small jumps of Mark, coming to the top of the gap, and the whole person kicks upside down, diving downward.

Silent, quiet and dangerous!

He became very agile, deftly shuttling between the waving anklets, drawing an eerie S-shaped trajectory in the air, and finally landing between the two bricks and stones, which were directly behind the head in the original mural pattern.

"Smack." The moment the bricks burst apart, the mural demon tracked down Mark's location.

Too late!

Night has fallen!

The cold black power sliced through the bricks like cream and inserted them into the back of its head.

"Ahhhhh

A chain of legs one after the other slammed into the back of its neck.

The attack was doomed.

Mark hit the blow and fled 100 meters without stopping.

It was funny to see the demon covering the bloody back of his head with a few feet and screaming wildly.

The power of the night has penetrated the core of the demon's soul. It is not as domineering as the power of light, and it has a devastating effect on the evil force, but it is the power of the night that is comparable to the light, so there are twin goddesses of equal status, otherwise it is the relationship of one master and one pair.

Black is rewriting all parts of the demon's body.

The long legs were dyed black, revealing their original appearance - all kinds of dead things [legs].

Demons are demons, and their vitality is far beyond human imagination, even if the soul core of the 'brain' has been declared finished, there is still a large mass of biological tissue that seems to be dyed red gauze is tearing everywhere in pain, it can no longer maintain the form of the 'leg demon', turning into a mouth with sharp fangs and frantically biting the surrounding things, biting the remaining tabletops in the atrium to pieces.

Mark frowned, he didn't expect this demon to be able to grow a second core on its own after losing its soul core.

Even though the core felt a little fragile, he had no doubt that once it was gone, it would be another scourge.

However, Mark soon discovered that this concern was unfounded.

This demon was not ruthless enough to completely separate his remaining biological tissue from the original organization.

The power of the goddess of the night still spreads through her body like a plague.

The mouth remained silent, turning into a withered and dry corpse in the night.

"Oh?"

It's simple, if Mark doesn't do anything, he can wait until it's completely annihilated.

Mark's vocalization caught its attention.

At this time, the demon was able to split in two, and a mass of tissue the size of a water tank with several mouths finally split from the main body and flew towards Mark.

The other, about the size of a fist, rolled silently along the ground......

The beaks were fierce and expressive, like chicks waiting to be fed, constantly expanding and shrinking around, instinctively pounceing on everything within reach. But all the attacks missed.

Mark, who had been quietly observing his target, ignored the twisted mass of flesh that would eventually rot and slashed lightly into the air above the orb.

[Abominable and abominable! I still have a chance, as long as I get out of here! I can devour other creatures and grow again! 】

[As long as you can get out of here!] I'll get my revenge! 】

[As long as you can leave alive!] 】

[As long as ......]

"Poof!"

A short sword fell from the sky and pierced the entire bead.