After Mark said his plan, it was really a bit harsh in the ears of the elders of the various factions.

"It's crazy. I want to shoot the extraordinary as a cannonball." It was Bishop DuPont of the Cult of Reincarnation who spoke.

It's a pity that no one listened to him.

The situation of the scene is a bit delicate.

It stands to reason that it would not be the turn of a mere Doctor Who to come out and speak.

It's just that the major orthodox churches have already been deflated, and there is no one who has not been beaten.

Everyone has analyzed it, and it is very likely that the opposite is a "desecration ceremony made by a cult rookie in order to show off his skills".

If the newcomers of the Orthodox Church want to stand out, why not the newcomers of the evil way?

Every year, there are some cult rookies who don't know whether to live or die, or who are bold and daring, and challenge the Orthodox Sect Alliance in various unbelievable ways.

By and large, the conditions for victory and defeat are tacit - to see if the cult rookie can openly complete his own series of desecration rituals. It's done, count him as a winner. If the Orthodox Sect sends out a transcendent power to directly destroy the ritual, that guy can run away, and he wins.

On the other hand, if the Orthodox sect uses conventional force to solve the problem, it will be a failure of the cult newcomers to challenge and become another cannon fodder and a negative teaching material.

In the past few decades, there have only been a handful of newcomers to the cult who have been able to complete such a challenge, and the last one is the new talent who came out of the blood moon ten years ago, the [War] Knight of the Apocalypse Sect, Gu Xin.

Although he did not complete his baptism, he did not even reach the opera house, but he slaughtered all his opponents and escaped from the baptism.

The headache for the Orthodox Church now is that they don't even know who the other party is, they take turns to make a fool of themselves, and they don't even know which faction they belong to.

It is in this context that Mark's emergence becomes a matter of course - you can't do it, and newcomers are not allowed to try it?

Storm Priest Gascoigne stroked his beard, and he made no secret of his admiration for Mark. There are some things on the battlefield that cannot be hidden.

The faction of the God of Knowledge, which has always adhered to the absolute neutrality of the God, was already surprising, but when I asked, I found out that it was a believer of the God of Knowledge hanging in the Church of the Night, the [Great Hero of Vape] Mark Destini. This is not surprising.

The guys at the Storm Church are so cute, and if you help me, I'll treat you as a good friend.

Gascoigne was the first to say, "You can let him try."

With him in place, Albert from the Church of Light and Night chimed in: "Agreed."

Originally, it was Old Brown who had the final say, but his faction had just suffered a big loss, and his voice had declined rapidly.

You can't do it, why don't you give it to someone else?

He snorted coldly, and he didn't object.

The two denominations reached a provisional agreement, and the other churches had little reason to oppose it.

This is a model of a dead horse being a live horse doctor.

Mark didn't care about the eyes of others, and began to discuss the details of the execution, and this scene fell into the eyes of many caring people.

Melina, the priestess of wealth, looked at Mark with half-squinted eyes, and she suddenly turned to her deputy: "Wait for the meeting to end, and throw a message to the people around him."

"Wait?" The deputy was stunned for a moment.

"Of course, it won't be interesting afterwards."

"Priestess, you think highly of him?"

"Huh! I was really surprised that the Destini family could produce such a young man with such a sharp spirit."

"Old families are always worthy of respect."

"No, no, no! Plunder, fraud, construction, whatever it rises, the first generation has the right to receive praise. And rightfully so. But without their own efforts and strength, those who have gained wealth, fame and power by blood relations alone are not eligible for honor. This young man is clearly an outlier."

"Understood, your will will be carried out with the highest priority."

The Church of Wealth, a church that does not have a strong force, does not survive without fighting with the world, but from the left and right. There will never be anyone who knows how much it has invested in the various forces.

Interestingly, Mark's first visitor after the meeting was not the Church of Fortune, but an emissary from the royal family of Little.

When Hank Gerrard reported, Mark was stunned for a moment, he didn't remember what he had to do with the royal family.

He thought about it for a moment, but he still met the messenger dressed as a butler.

Mr. Butler, with his beard and white beard, handed over his identification, including a royal coat of arms to prove his identity, and a letter sealed with fire paint.

Mark opened it and saw that there was only one sentence written on it: [Mr. James Lemay is deeply trusted by His Majesty the Emperor Nicholas III. 】

"What? Instead of asking Cardinal Brown, you're coming to me?"

"Because, Your Majesty still has a bit of fate with the one you took away at Le Mans Mans." The butler bowed deeply. He avoided the important and did not talk about the elder Brown, who had already failed once.

Minnie ...... Is it?

Mark couldn't help but sigh that the royal family had given him a small sum of money. Now Minnie is his closest partner, and this face needs to be given.

"And then?" Mark didn't lift his eyelids.

"The royal family has not been announced, in fact, one member of the royal family has fallen on the [Lemington]." The butler was in a dilemma: "The royal family can accept a heroic member who has defeated the evil demon or resisted the demonic spiritual erosion, but the royal family must not be stained."

When the butler said this, Mark suddenly understood.

Either the royals leave in good health or don't. Becoming a madman is still a trivial matter, and if this one undignified person falls into the evil way, it is a big scandal.

"What do you want me to do?"

"If you don't, you'll be fine. If so, you'll know. Please "carefully" ascertain the condition of the other."

The butler's bite made Mark deeply understand what it means to be "the most ruthless emperor's family".

Mark suddenly felt a little nauseous.

The butler added, "Either way, Your Excellency will gain the friendship of the royal family of Rite."

"Let's talk about it when we meet. You can leave." Mark sends the butler away like a fly.

Sure enough, after Mr. Butler went out, he didn't go far before turning into a separate VIP waiting room.

The guards here are all royal guards.

A richly dressed man hid in the shadows, not showing his face, and when he saw the butler returning, he asked in a deep voice, "How is it?"

"He didn't like it, but he didn't refuse."

"Alas! If only my baby could come back safely."

"Your Majesty, I must remind you that it has been three days."

"Alas! My royal sister was like this back then, but I didn't expect it...... Alas—"

The affairs of the royal family are destined to be just an episode, and Mark has no time to care.

Time was short, 12 hours had passed since Mark's arrival.

As night fell, Mark entered the spirit realm again.

This time, the person in charge of the sheep attack was a spiritual warship lent by the Fortune Church.

It's better to say that it's a battleship, than a small gunboat.

This 30-meter-long boat was just an inland river patrol gunboat in the Late Empire. It's just a bad disaster, and I was inexplicably caught up in an [anomaly]. After being purified by Bishop Light, it was purchased by the Church of Wealth.

It can't be said to be very strong, but the bow and stern add up to three single-barreled 100 psionic guns, which is still a bit powerful.

Especially at the moment when the cruise ship's artillery has been bombarded, this spirit gunboat can be used as a restraint if it is sloppy.

"Boom, boom!" The gunboat members, who knew their mission very well, raced for their lives. Driven by a modified psionic magic array, the gunboat soared out of the spirit realm at a god-level speed of 33 knots.

When such a speedboat circles an irregular S-curve, the cruise ship's cannons really can't help this small gunboat.

At this time, Dean Margaret's "flying saucer" pumped cold and fired a few shots, forming a secondary containment, and then it was gone.

The dense spiritual power space of the spirit world makes the battle return to the old era of naval battles, and most of them are decided within visual range.

When the few cannons were pinned, Mark sat on a mutated blue whale provided by the Church of the Storm, loaded his own 800 mortars, and launched a surprise attack directly.

"This time, I want to be the first." Vivien looked at Mark firmly and emphatically, "I insist!"

Mark was embarrassed for a moment, he knew that this girl's competitiveness had come up, and without hesitation, he nodded: "Okay."

Vivien's slender body burrowed into the fat cannon barrel and patted the cannon barrel, "I'm ready."

"......," Mark suddenly wanted to ask, "aren't you worried that I'll shoot you into a ditch, or some corner of the spirit world?"

"Then I'll look down on you if I die." Vivien glanced at Mark.

It is impossible to shoot crookedly.

These cannons rely on the mysterious monocular to lock onto the target, and once locked with the will, it will produce a psionic mark that the enemy cannot perceive.

To exaggerate, this is the law of cause and effect.

Mark is only responsible for hitting this "result", and firing the cannon is the "cause", but how the cannonball will fly, and whether there are bizarre things such as [cannon fighting], this is another question.

The opponent only has the option of hard eating or blocking, and there is no question of whether or not they are hit.

Without any more words, Mark's mind moved, and this cannon, which looked like a ghost cannon no matter how it looked, started the firing program by itself.

In an instant, a large amount of spiritual power evaporated from the bottom of the barrel of the flat cannon.

Countless threads twisted and swirled, slowly turning around Vivien's legs.

It was like entering a dream, which made Vivien a little nervous and subconsciously closed her eyes.

Just then, the cannon rang out.

The terrifying instantaneous impact did not come, from extreme stillness to extreme movement, the feeling of acceleration was extremely silky.

In the next moment, Vivien opened her eyes and found that the surrounding scenery was speeding past the corners of her eyes at a speed that her dynamic vision could keep up with.

The initial velocity of 300 meters per second is not too fast, but it is enough to get past the defenses of the black fog.

Cutting through the black fog with incredible accuracy, Vivien crashed headfirst into the ship's torn hole.

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