Mark bared his teeth.

In a different sense, maybe Mark will reply, "I said I wasn't there."

With a thought, he first said hello to the four goddesses around him, made a little preparation, and then opened his soul space for a long time, showing the existence of Valhalla again.

It's just that......

The shoe is on the other foot!

Mark is no longer the poor and white boy who just crossed over.

If you want to support the field, he has enough little brothers!

In the horizon of the outer gods, Valhalla is already a slim palace standing on a towering cliff.

At the entrance, there was a sea of souls, where countless unnamed generals rode sea beasts and slowly cruised in the shallow waters.

Further up, there are tens of thousands of former reincarnation knights on the shore who have surrendered to Mark, raising their swords in their hands.

"In the name of my lord Mark Destini, salute those who come!" Captain Barak single-handedly directed a slap of Ma Wei.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

After three sonorous drinks like a golden iron horse, the movements of the ten thousand knights suddenly stopped.

They held their swords upright in front of their chests, staring at the two powerful souls with blazing eyes.

Sulman and Angelina felt an inexplicable movement in the hearts of the two outer gods, especially Lao Shu, as an old antique of the god realm who had been mixed with many divine wars, he knew very well that these souls were not evil spirits, but heroic spirit knights who could only appear in the world with the support of the powerful spiritual power of the reality plane.

In the eyes of others, maybe Mark is just a poor and white, stupid stunned young man who has entered the divine war. can look at the momentum, and people are clearly prepared.

The quality of the two Valhalla Knights displayed in front of them alone would not be inferior to that of any Great Sect. As long as you find an unpopular field to participate in the canonization of gods, and then pull two powerful gods as allies, it is absolutely appropriate to become a god.

Not to mention, there are a large number of powerful outer gods standing behind him.

One by one, the Immortal Knights saluted.

What caught my eye was a "little tree man" who was only five meters tall, not at all as huge as the tree god himself, but in terms of tree people, this was the most petite.

Every leaf of the tree hangs low, and although it stands at the entrance of this spiritual world, it is calm, giving people the feeling of meek and silent kneeling.

And in front of it, a slender woman surrounded by mist stood three steps forward and bowed deeply.

[Is it His Excellency Mark Destini in person?] I am Angelina, the goddess of the lake. ] The tactful and beautiful female voice doesn't sound like a desperate goddess at all.

Mark's eyes widened, and the hole was clear.

"Oh? Two gods, do you have anything to do with me, a mortal?" The clear voice echoed in the entire soul space, and the clanging spiritual power vibrated that people who didn't know it might think that this was the heavenly sound in the kingdom of God.

Well, Mark calls himself a mortal, but right next to him, the four goddesses of art are on his side.

Seeing this battle, Angelina was not afraid, and she stepped into this soul space first.

As soon as she was the first step, she felt that the laws of divine power she was familiar with had clearly deviated from this space, and many of them were leaving her in fear. Even time has been greatly slowed down in this soul space.

A mysterious force of fate is silently infecting her soul and beginning to dominate her future.

Before today, the two nature gods had said that they would not take half a step in here.

Now, people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, and they either choose to degenerate into the minions of the demon gods, or enter here.

Without hesitation, they strode onto a platform made of a hundred square meters of water in front of them, and in the midst of all the attention, the platform crossed the sea area and climbed directly up the mountain, to the Valhalla, which was shrouded in the fog of fate.

The other party gladly accepted the domination of Mark's destiny power, which made Mark feel a lot more relieved.

His cracker was "Time."

Limited! I'm actually just stopping by. Nothing happened, and I left. Don't think of me as some kind of good god, I don't have the habit of acting bravely."

Mark's words blocked the naïve thoughts that might appear on the other side, but he didn't know that the goddesses around him complained one after another.

[There is no righteousness and bravery, and it is hard to guarantee that it will not be colorful! ] Barbara finished with a divine thought in a small group of good sisters.

The other three goddesses collectively nodded slightly.

On the other side, the goddess of the lake spoke, "On behalf of the god of trees, Surman, I would like to propose to your Excellency that the two of us will be driven by your servants as servants, plus 316 elders of the treants and the elves of the lake, and we will not hesitate to die. I only ask Your Excellency to promise to find a place of recuperation for the remnants of our more than 10 kilometres in diameter."

The dryad was visibly unfamiliar with the human style of speech, but nodded heavily, "Her words are what I mean."

Mark frowned slightly.

Barbara, who was beside him, hurriedly reminded him secretly in the soul circuit: [If the gods of nature give up the land and priesthood they rely on to become gods, their strength will drop significantly, probably on the same level as the original Boutis. 】

Oh? So call yourself a servant? That's the archangel of the Great Sect Society.

The muse also spoke: [Note that at least 10 kilometers in diameter is to draw the ground on the territory of the Rite Empire. You are responsible for the negotiations. If the territory is larger, it means that you will lead the entire Storm Nature God system. 】

Thanks to the on-site commentary of the two goddesses, Mark immediately knew each other's requirements and bottom line.

He deliberately pondered for a moment before looking up and saying, "I can call the shots and give you Boliva Island as a new breeding habitat. The heirs of Rin must learn to live in harmony with the Boliva and take up their duty to protect the island. In exchange, I will also restrain the Bolivas until the final result of this divine war is out."

After speaking, he also glanced at Bishop Albert next to him.

Mark threw out his words, and the faces of the goddess and Albert, who knew the inside story, were wonderful.

This hand borrowed flowers to worship the Buddha, no, borrowed the dog to watch the door so smoothly, they almost wanted to applaud Mark.

As a people who are not at odds with the Orthodox Church, as long as they step into the territory of the Rite Empire, whatever they do is wrong. Now that the demons are invading and the army is in chaos, perhaps no one cares about them. Once the war of the gods is over and the gods begin to re-establish order, the first to liquidate are the people of the wind.

There happens to be one enclave where Mark can say the final word – and that's Boliva Island.

Less than a year after the Twin Churches took over the territory, Albert, the bishop, was forced to abandon the island in fact and greatly withdraw the combat forces above, leaving only a façade.

Fortunately, Poliva Island belongs to the kind of broken place that most of the time no big power can look down on, and the law and order and the situation can be maintained, and recently Rosalyn has blown Mark several pillow winds to ask him to find a way.

This is not? Here's the way!