Like a swarm of wasps circling and buzzing in his head, even the cold spirit body was about to be ignited and boiled by the sound of the incantation, and poor Captain Barak knew that if he did not give in, his soul would be completely destroyed in this horrible blasphemy suppression.

The saddest thing is that his perseverance is meaningless, because his deity in this world has long been hung up, and even his soul is a dog.

"I'm convinced! I'm convinced! Don't torture me anymore! Mark Destini! You're my master from this moment on—"

Iron-clad Barak, finally uttered a declaration of submission.

In the next moment, his memories were sliced and the blanks were filled with something else.

Barak felt as if he had fallen into a shattered kaleidoscope, the memories that had been entangled together had been forcibly stripped away by the terrifying man Mark, and something he couldn't resist added.

It was a very uninterrupted life, he grew up in a family of knights, and served the Destini family for generations.

One day, the head of the family gave him a very important task - to enter the reincarnation knights.

He became a mole, but three years later, three years later, three years later, three years later, he became the head of the Boliva Reincarnation Knights, and before he could get the summons of the family, one day, the young master Mark summoned him back in a special way.

Now, he is able to serve his master openly.

"My lord! Your most faithful servant, Barak, awaits your command! ”

If you say the last sentence, it is still reluctant to give in, this sentence is not a convincing heart, it is completely the taste of a fanatical believer.

Mark stole his teeth.

He used the power of fate to first cut off the fate of Barak and the Reincarnation Knights, and then copied the fate of a guard knight of the Destini family to Barak, adding a bit of Infernal Affairs, and finally slightly blurring the lake. After all, it's been a long time, and no one dares to say that they absolutely remember everything that happened before.

As a thug who is usually a cat in the Legion Card, Mark can definitely get over this level.

With Barak's obedience, Mark finally relieved himself to upgrade the [Poliva Reincarnation Knights] legion card to the S rank.

Don't underestimate the S-class, this is already the ceiling of the force of the mortal legion, and many of the Knights of the Great Church's Conquest are just S-, and even those with a little crotch pulling, A-level are available.

It is entirely because Mark has added a series of divine sticks such as Reincarnation Bishop Tannis, as well as an enhanced version of Master Barak, plus more than a dozen soul enhancements, which has such quality.

Further up, you can only count on the angel legion directly under the gods or the Valhalla Knights in their heyday, which is not the combat power that can be obtained at this stage.

With the Knights of Boliva Reincarnation, Mark is the last piece of the puzzle he has planned.

This is followed by a three-hour fate-seeking ritual.

It's a little embarrassing, because this Barak from a parallel world, they have been plotting Mark himself, so in terms of fate perception, Mark can easily lock the spatial coordinates of these guys.

Borrowing someone else's thread of fate to search, Mark tried it for the first time.

It took Mark quite a bit of time.

If there is no fate to weave a thread to guide it, this feeling is not more reliable than looking for a needle in a haystack, after all, Mark needs to use his human brain to compare the [space map] one by one.

In front of the space map, what to look at the star map with a telescope is already pediatric. At least from the observation side, the star map is basically fixed.

However, space is discontinuous, and even space jumps.

To use an analogy, it's as if one second you're looking at a person's toes, and the next you're jumping on your forehead.

It's a shame that Mark used to play the way of the [God of Knowledge] and has such an outrageous thing as [Child-Mother Thinking]. With the help of more than a dozen priests, plus Mark's own 12 [sub-thoughts] constantly screened to find the location of the shuttle of the thread of fate, he finally found the target.

"Found you." Mark's confident words made Anastasia, who was sitting in the center of the circle in a daze, and Natasha and Boris, who were waiting a little anxiously next to him, all feel relieved.

3 hours, really not much.

In a way, it's an alternative speed.

They didn't know how Mark did it, and they exclaimed at the same time when they saw what Mark had peeked into through Barbara's psychic vision.

It was a huge rugby-shaped space, about 300,000 square meters in size, and 200 meters high. In such a small space, the spatial barrier looked like a clump of oppressive lead-gray clouds.

The forty or fifty thousand soldiers in golden armor gathered here were recognizable by Anastasia when they turned to ashes.

And around each soldier, there is a strange soul follower, as long as you look closely, you will find that the soul that follows around each soldier is the same 'he', the 'he' from different worlds.

This is the secret of Peter the Great's forbidden army - the emperor violated the principles of the gods of the Orthodox Church in this world and brought in soldiers loyal to him from parallel worlds.

Pressed by the situation in front of her, the last trace of pretending to be strong in the saint's heart began to crumble.

In front of this army, which can be called 'endless' to her, the hundreds of thousands of miscellaneous soldiers on her hand are really nothing.

It wasn't a mortal fight from the start.

It was a joke that the nobles resisted Peter the Great with mortal thinking.

The three saints bowed deeply to Mark: "Your Excellency, please!" ”

"Hmm." Mark casts a color on the goddess Barbara next to him.

Under the gaze of the holy woman, the goddess walked to the other side of the circle with several dancing priests, which was the supply side of divine power.

The music played, and the dancing goddess danced an intense dance.

And Mark, like the last time, opened the Naval Battle Monument.

Almost at the same time, the bored soldiers of the Bill Empire's forbidden army, who were waiting in the gap between the spaces, suddenly discovered that something was wrong.

Marshal Kutuzov was looking at the sand table, a sudden sense of heart made him look up suddenly, he rushed out of the camp, looking around, everything was as usual on the surface, but where did the heart season come from?

His Majesty the Emperor's attack to overthrow the Ice and Snow Goddess went well, and it stands to reason that there would be no chance for his Second Army to strike.

It's a good thing for the Emperor, but it's a bit boring for him and his men.

It's a pity that there are only so many troops who can enter the main world, and they can only wait until His Majesty the Emperor achieves a complete victory and uses the country as a space anchor to open a stable space channel.

I just didn't expect that they would encounter such a thing.

"Enemy attack—" roared the marshal.