Natasha and Boris were petrified in an instant.

Anastasia couldn't help but smile wryly after a brief moment of stunnedness.

Right!

She had to admit that she was wrong about Mark. Leaving the Bill Empire and coming to this strange land, she has to face all kinds of strange folk customs and emerging conditions, but at the same time, she has obtained a lot of information about Mark's past.

Jealousy is like hatred!

Eliminate the evil!

This was her first impression after seeing the material.

Mark is like a hero in mythology who has been praised by countless bards, he came out of nowhere and slaughtered all the demons and monsters who dared to jump out, and won the praise of countless people.

But she, like many people, subconsciously ignored his origin in the Cult of Knowledge, and ignored his unbearable past when he was abandoned by his grandfather in the camp of goodness and order.

Although there is such a sentence in the evaluation of the staff officers: "Mark Destini probably has a strong dislike for the righteous side, and what his grandfather believes in and loves is exactly what he rejects", but looking at what Mark did, it is indeed easy to ignore all this.

Especially when she saw that Mark forced down tens of millions of rebel soldiers and civilians in Boliva and avoided the loss of life, she felt that "Mark is a great sage".

Now it seems that she did misjudge Mark's character.

Now she thinks that Mark is an out-and-out Rite in his bones, and he doesn't care if the Bill people live or die. If you review what Mark did and understand it as climbing up unscrupulously, it is not impossible, but he mostly chooses to side with the good camp.

Anastasia's mouth was full of bitterness, but she did not regret it.

She knew that she didn't have decent chips, so she straightened her waist and puffed out her chest: "Then what should you do, so that Your Excellency can maintain this tacit understanding?" ”

Mark's smile was even more mysterious: "I don't owe a favor." However, if you swear in the name of the Ice Goddess, if the Ice Goddess does not repay this favor, then you and all the Ice Cultists you have saved will voluntarily become Godoutcasts...... Then it's not impossible for me to continue to maintain this tacit understanding. ”

The faces of Anastasia and her two core assistants turned bloody in an instant.

The outcasts are the wretched creatures who have been abandoned by God.

It's an orphan!

It's the Wanderer!

It is the lowest existence that is despised by other gods.

Normally, the gods would rather win over some mortals who have no faith than accept exiles who other gods don't want.

In the divine realm, this is a thing that is equivalent to the brand of a slave, and it is quite spicy.

It was only at this moment that Mark finally revealed his true thoughts - the believers of other families, he could not touch. And he is not guilty of raising believers for other gods. It's definitely a thankless task.

If a believer is converted, he can convert to you today and to someone else tomorrow.

Mark didn't even think about whether to become a god in this broken world, let alone think about this kind of thing.

However, he was unwilling to let go of the threads of fate hidden behind Anastasia, so he wanted to hang the goddess of ice and snow out.

That's what I can do to help you, but your goddess has to pay off the debt. If you don't pay your debts, then you are collateral.

In doing so, Mark kicks the ball back to Anastasia – if you believe your goddess will come to your rescue, bet. If you don't believe me...... It would be better for you to convert now.

Her Highness bit her lip, her face was very ugly, and finally she spoke: "Then how long can Your Excellency maintain this tacit understanding?" ”

Mark cocked up a finger: "A year!" ”

Not long, not short.

During the year, the Holy Maiden had enough time to save her own believers. On the other hand, if a year has passed and the goddess of ice and snow has not yet expressed it, then these exiles will not only not be blessed by Mark, but will also likely become Mark's slaves. Or be the enemy of this terrifying being who has great influence in the Cult of the Twin Gods.

The three saints exchanged glances with each other, and finally the saints nodded: "A word is a certainty." ”

"Excellent! For a year, you will have the friendship I have with the Destinies. In the same way, the Lisa Federation will not trouble you. ”

The three saints went out of the door a little lonely.

And then......

Mark's best childcare, Goddess Barbara, swayed back to the door.

Anastasia bowed, waited for the goddess to walk by, and glanced at the back of the goddess who seemed to be above the top.

She suddenly realized.

'That pool' is not something she can go to if she wants to!

She's a little angry.

The following days seemed a little uneventful.

The main thing is to wait for the transformation of the four dreadnoughts, even if Yin Wanov and the local Mechanicus Cult workshop work together, it will still take half a year.

With the assistance of Goddess Barbara, Minnie began to experiment with the merging of Valkyrie bodies.

And Mark, in addition to reading extraordinary books, is studying the use of the power of fate.

Time has stepped into April 1st.

That night, when Mark fell asleep with exhaustion, he suddenly heard a mysterious murmur.

Before he could react, the surrounding environment changed drastically.

Marianne and Yolanda, who were supposed to be by his side, were gone, and instead of pajamas, he was wearing a black samurai suit that he had never seen before.

What unfolded in front of him was a shattered corridor suspended in the void.

At the foot of Mark is the top of a very Byzantine building.

However, the golden roof was in a shattered state, and pieces of tile-like things burst open and were suspended in mid-air.

Connected to these broken tiles are theoretically silver threads, which seem to have translucent water shimmering and flowing.

Mark casually threw an intact tile over, and when the tile flew into the air, it suddenly split into four irregular pieces.

"Shhh

Mark gasped.

"Space tearing?"

He took a closer look at the silk thread, squinted his eyes, slowly took a step forward, took out his beloved 40mm revolver from his waist, and gently pulled the trigger on the silk thread.

"Peng!"

Extremely strange, the grenade containing divine power did not explode, it smashed above the silk thread like an iron lump, rolled around, bounced to the side, and stood still.

Just hanging in mid-air.

"This ......"

Mark spread out his senses.

In this way, he discovered no less than thirty spatial turbulences.

It is impossible to perceive what is on the other side of this ultra-small spatial vortex that is theoretically only the size of a bowl, but Mark definitely doesn't want to let himself go from a three-dimensional existence to a two-dimensional existence.

Moreover, he felt more wrong.

His body was still theoretically his, visibly stronger, with more well-proportioned muscles, as if he were a natural swordsman, rather than the decathlon oddity that he now looks like a decathlon.

Well, he only found out at this time that he also had a two-handed sword with a length of 1.5 meters on his back.

“…… When did I become a swordsman? ”

However, all of his men were missing, and Mark knew that it was useless for him to stay here.

Gritting his teeth, he had to embark on an unknown adventure.