When I saw the card slot, I looked at the side, and there was an energy slot and a ...... A place that should theoretically be put into the soul.

Mark was a little nervous.

The first thought in his mind was all kinds of strange hunting books: "What can you defeat my body, you can't defeat my heart." "I want your body to be enough. Hahaha! ”

And then you really want the body of that thing, and change it to an obedient soul to go in?

Mark's mind was a mess, because he really remembered the incident in the church books where some powerful people were forcibly degraded. Of course, this has little to do with Valhalla, but it is clear that the gods also have a habit of plundering each other's Heroic Spirits and angels and transforming them into their own subordinates.

Mark took out a large stack of Blood Moon cards and suddenly smiled bitterly.

If you operate in the form of a psychic circle, you can only summon soul golems that have no brains, only listen to basic commands, and follow their own combat instincts.

What happens if you put a card in it?

Mark wondered, if the spirit body in the card was used as the basis and injected into the soul of the knight who was loyal to him, what power would the knight use when he came out? If you still use the power of the card, it will hurt a little.

The Blood Moon cards in Mark's hand, except for the Temple of Reincarnation, are mostly cult ones. The power of the Temple of Reincarnation is biased towards dealing with spirits, and he doesn't really want to use it.

The more useful ones are a dance believer named [Bonnie Dolan] and a knight of the Light cathar named [Vince Ludian], who are former evil spirits who volunteered to become the cards in his hand before the Blood Moon Baptism stage performance.

It's a pity that there is only A-level strength, and when converted, it is at most the level of sequence 7.

It's a bit of a chicken to let them out now, Mark is far from the time when the rioters are coming, and getting the heroic spirits out in advance is of little use except for consuming spiritual power.

As a short-term summon, it was enough for him to have that Cult of the Mechanicus puppet.

After much thought, Mark decided to put his plan to cultivate Heroic Spirits on hold for the time being.

It's very simple, he lacks a channel to purify the spirit body, and as soon as he hears this thing, he knows that most of the activation of Valhalla requires a large amount of spiritual power to maintain. Once turned on, it is unknown whether it will be able to stop. Relying on him to purify the remaining spiritual essence of the demon general is most likely not enough.

Originally, he used that mysterious newspaper, and he could probably make do with it.

It's a pity that after practice, although [Newspaper] can absorb the spiritual power of the surrounding land, its scope is limited, and it cannot conflict with the existing spiritual power absorption system.

It should be noted that the churches of each church are built on spiritual veins, and if the [newspaper] is opened to interfere with the other party's absorption of the spiritual power of the earth, it means a more serious invasion.

So at this stage, this Valhalla, which belongs to him alone, can't be opened casually.

Leaving the sarcophagus with a bit of a pity, Mark suddenly let out a "huh", and a soul voice told him that there was a secret room behind the sarcophagus.

It's a little embarrassing to say, but the door of the secret room is a huge mural, and the guy on the mural is himself.

In the painting, he holds a book with the insignia of the god of knowledge in his left hand, and a gun in his right hand pointing in the same direction as his line of sight.

He trampled under the corpse of the grieving demon general.

Minnie, Helena, Conrad and others crowded around him.

Somehow, this painting is full of the eulogy of the Church of the Divine Stick.

Mark was a little agitated just looking at the 'self-portrait'.

But with a thought, the mural vanished along with the seemingly solid walls, revealing a spacious chamber. The whole secret room was empty, except for the first desk on the left hand side of the door, which had a thick tome.

This is a record of the [Lair] being blown up and ingested into Mark's soul.

Mark flipped through the large book, which was covered in unknown leather, and opened the parchment-like pages, where lines of text he had never seen before emerged from the slightly yellowed pages.

Words, he couldn't read.

This does not prevent the font from directly crossing the language barrier through the way of soul communication, and turning into the language of the heart that he understands.

[July 8, 999 in the Balaam Divine Kingdom Calendar.] I, XXX, were ordered by the XXX Supreme God to establish an outpost in this spatial rift that was extremely close to the plane of reality. 】

The name that appears here seems to have become some kind of taboo of loss, and Mark tries to touch it, but his finger is flicked back. He could only guess that these names had been blocked and spurned by the next group of gods, and even the names had been forbidden by some mysterious law, not allowing them to appear in this world.

Mark read on.

[August 9th.] The outpost was set up fairly well, and despite being harassed by the 'greedy' guys, we managed to hold it. 】

[September 3. Too bad the entire Seventh Army is out of touch. They weren't simply wiped out, what the hell is going on? 】

[October 11th.] Hell, how could this spiritual storm be so large? Is there a crack in my lord's kingdom? My lord is XXXX of XXXX! 】

This is followed by more than 20 battle records, all blackened by mysterious powers, just the date and who they fought against. I could only barely see the words [Battle] and [Storm].

[November 20th, farewell, my lord! I'm your most loyal XXX】

The record is gone here.

Mark flipped down and saw a blank space.

He touched his chin: "Obviously, since the beginning of the old era, there has been a great purge once in a thousand years, and the gods all know about it, otherwise they would not have sent forwards to fight outposts in advance." Judging from the fact that the Church of Greed is still alive, it can be judged that the Demon God may have some way to circumvent the Great Purge? ”

"Then this supposedly powerful god miscalculated, and her kingdom began to crumble."

"There's too little information."

"However, it seems that this Divine War Arsenal has not been completely destroyed, but has become a [lair] of powerful demons, serving as a base for advancing to erode the real world. That storm seems to have a limited destructive power? ”

"Or maybe all the angels are hung up, and the factory is left? So what do you want the factory to do? ”

"There's no point in doing that."

"If I get this factory, but I lose my land, what are I going to do?"

Mark shook his head, banishing the bad thoughts out of his head, closed the big book, and turned to walk out of Valhalla.

"Huh?" Mark noticed that there was a lake of souls behind Valhalla.

Walking over, Mark saw a small wooden dock, where the 'ghost ship' used for the last spirit boat was still moored.

As if caught in a memory, Mark subconsciously walked onto the boat, entered his cabin, and saw the Valkyrie's body still lying on his bed.

He was surprised to notice that the thread in the gap on Valkyrie's left shoulder had thickened.

"It's ......"

Mark came to his senses, and as soon as his mind moved, he returned to reality.

Looking at the steel ceiling above his head, Mark was a little stunned.

He somewhat understood that in a world where the gods were about to hit the streets, there was little point in pursuing the so-called godhead. There is a high probability that the real plane will become the main battlefield, and improving one's strength and basing oneself on the main battlefield is the last word.

There's no time for him to rest.

Mark walked out the door to the bottom of the ship, where Helena's workshop was.

Despite all the sound insulation measures, the shrill sound of the lathe working can still be heard when going down the stairs to the lowest floor.

There was a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, but Mark gently pushed the door and entered.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see a slender and athletic figure operating a huge milling machine, using a milling cutter to process a shield.

Compared with the traditional slow chiseling with a knife and axe, the milling cutter is more efficient and brings greater risks.

After all, when the shield embryo is forged, the [Sun Sand], which is the easiest to exert the power of light, can certainly strengthen the light power of the shield, but at the price, it will become quite difficult to process, and the runes engraved on the seal in the middle are not allowed to be wrong, and a miss will destroy the frontal shield.

In order to process tons of metal mixed with [solar sand], it is necessary to open the Bright Circle during processing, which causes the temperature near the lathe to reach an exaggerated 60 degrees Celsius.

Even with protective clothing, it's still as hot as a steamer.

Mark watched Helena work quietly until he finished machining the shield one at a time, slowly stopped the high-speed rotating milling cutter, and turned off the heated circle of light.

When Helena stopped and took off her tight-fitting protective suit, she was stunned when she saw Mark behind her.

"Ahh Big and Young...... Mark, I ...... That, when did you come. Helena lowered her head, her hands with nowhere to put them, as if she felt that her calloused hands were not good after years of using tools, and she shrank her hands back again.

As a result, as soon as she retreated, her left hand was grabbed by Mark.

"Yo, is this still the girl who rushed over that day? It's like a different person. Don't run, I think we need to have a good talk. ”

"That time, I offended, uh, I'm sorry......" Helena said incoherently, wanting to retreat but unable to retreat, a pair of eyes that simply had nowhere to put their focus.

Mark grabbed her arms with both hands, making her want to be an ostrich.

According to common sense, Mark thinks that Helena will not run away, and should be able to calm down and talk to him.

Unexpectedly, Helena seemed to be stimulated by something, or completely plucked up the courage to go out.

Her body sank suddenly, and she did a very standard wrestling grappling move, grabbed Mark's waist, rushed forward, and pressed Mark on the couch she was resting on the side of the lathe.

Looking down at Mark condescendingly, with tears falling like pearls, her rosy lips popped out like machine guns:

"What to talk about? What are you asking me to talk about? I'm just a illegitimate daughter raised by a mechanic. I don't know anything about literature, music, dance, or talent. I don't know anything but fight and tinker with machinery. My hands are full of calluses, I'm covered in oil all day long, like me, Mark, do you dislike it? ”

Mark was stunned for a moment: "Disliked? No! I've never disliked you. ”

Now, it's Helena's turn to fix it. She saw that there was no trace of falsehood in Mark's clear eyes, and suddenly burst into tears: "You really don't dislike it?" ”

"Of course not!" Mark said it categorically, and he regretted it.

Because Helena's next sentence was: "Prove it to me!" ”