Chapter 85 [Instant Sniper] (1 update)

At this moment, Mark felt very clear that the situation was indeed serious.

Even though he knew, he had to complain: Why did he do it on my face if he had nothing to do?

Fortunately, the tea is warm, not hot, otherwise the news would really cause a 'level ten-level burn'.

"What are you doing?" Vivian's voice almost scared someone's soul away.

"Uh, I..." Mark was like a kid who did something wrong.

"Really, I know you really want to practice dodging. I used to try to dodge a pot of water that was poured into the sky, but if you are still weak, don't do this." Vivian was angrily, and took out a handkerchief to help Mark wipe his face.

This time, Mark couldn't do it: "Actually I..."

"Needless to say, if you really want to practice dodging, I can put the silver crossbow on the rubber arrows I used to practice on your face to ensure that you meet your requirements."

Mark got angry as he was drawn.

Bastard! Do you dare to do this, believe it or not, I will use a 40mm caliber grenade to cover your face!

Mark wanted to struggle, but sadly, there were obvious differences in physical fitness between people.

Before traveling through time, he was just an ordinary person, only a hundred million points handsome, and he had practiced a little marksmanship.

After traveling through time, he turned to the side of the Dharma Master, and the original owner obviously lacked exercise.

Sagittarius Kong Lan can also attack normally, while Dharmakaya Kong Lan is a genius.

Mark was determined to resist, but unfortunately the more he resisted, the more he aroused Vivian's strange competitive spirit and his movements became more intense.

"Don't move around! Lying down! What do you think? Wet the other person's pillows." She knelt on one knee on the bed, leaned over, dispelling someone's resistance with one hand and wiping Mark's face with the other.

At this moment, Mark suddenly realized that maybe he might be going to get him again.

If nothing unexpected happens, it's time for the accident.

Sure enough, the next second...

"Hey, I'll take the third person..." Abna locked in his body as soon as he pushed open the door. A young Pastor Light, who was like a teenager, flashed out from behind him, and was stunned.

The awkward atmosphere spread throughout the ward, and it was not until this time that Vivian realized that her posture was somewhat indecent.

Uncle Abner coughed tactically: "Cough! You young people have experienced life and death together. I understand, but this is not a private place, please pay attention to the impact."

"Wow!" This little priest, who was about 1.65 meters tall, seemed to have opened the door to a new world. His green eyes were shiny, making people wonder if he would take out a camera in the next second to leave evidence of the two of them.

"Wait! I'm not, ours..." Vivian's face turned red in an instant, and the blush stretched from her forehead to her neck. She hurriedly turned on the quibbling mode: "Actually, Mark is too stupid. She splashed the tea on her face, so I'll help him wipe it."

"Ah, yes!" Ma Hualan agreed so much.

"Why don't we go out first?" Abner smiled.

"No! No, that's fine." Vivian quickly stood up straight.

After finally finishing the fight, Abner introduced: "This is the third member of our team, the senior Reverend Dida Wilson of Light."

Mark looked at the newcomer and saw that he had a small Adam's apple. He confirmed that he was an expired male lady. He asked tentatively: "Dida, how old are you...?"

"I'm just 14." Even though Dida straightened her back, she was still half a head shorter than Vivian. He stressed: "I'm an adult, and I have three years of pastoral experience."

Mark held his forehead, and he forgot that the Wright Empire was legally 14 years old to adulthood.

Inherent thinking kills people!

But when you hear that surname, you will know that he is not an old family of the Light Church. Generally speaking, old families will follow the civil service line. Only those who want to get promoted quickly will come to the Black Night Church to join the actual combat team.

Abner turned to Dida and introduced: "This is Vivian Carlos, the trainee judge. She is responsible for fighting with me. This is Mark Destiny, Doctor Who, who mainly provides intelligence support. Uh, he will consider fighting if necessary. Don't look at him like this now, he has a strong combat power."

"Hello, two!" Dida bowed politely.

The two returned the gift.

"Okay, although I want to give you enough time to get to know each other, the mission has come down. We will set off to St. Leiden City tomorrow night and assist in the cleaning up the troops the day after tomorrow to deal with a newly discovered evil ruin." Abner clapped his hands, then glanced at Mark: "As for Mark, you can handle your problem first, and then consider gathering in the next mission."

"OK."

After resting until night, Vivian had nothing to do, so she retreated first.

The rest of Mark... was stripped of one soul arm by a stick-like ghost.

This time, Mark could not say that the counterattack failed, but instead blocked the female ghost's first time slap, but was entangled by the other party and forced his left hand tore off.

"I need a stronger counterattack method!" While eating the spiritual qualities left by the demon general and replenishing his soul again, Mark thought about countermeasures.

Before we knew it, it was dawn.

"His Excellency Destiny! Your Excellency Knight invites you to the Grand Altar." Hearing the informant of the visitor, Mark's face calmed down and tried his best to empty his brain.

After so many times the spirit body was swallowed, he knew very well that he could not continue like this.

The spirit body was constantly damaged and the memory was forced to be replenished, which was quite overdrawn. His body and mental state were already bad to a very low level.

Mark sorted out his appearance and came to the grand altar again.

Ms. Dark Night was not here, and it was Knight who met him.

The other party was straight to the point: "Thank you for the token and information provided by you. The two ladies raided the evil god and achieved good results. Ms. Dark Night has always been very generous to her true friends. As a further reward to you, please accept these two extraordinary things."

At this time, the Duke and Knight were in an official voice, and Mark was not surprised.

He saw two things that the muscle-stick night guard had held up on a tray yesterday.

One is the 40mm revolver he requested.

As soon as Mark picked it up, he immediately felt the touch was very good. After weighing it, it weighed about 800 grams. The shape looked like a classic Colt revolver, but the barrel was shorter.

When he opened the bullet nest, Mark found that the size of a ping-pong ball suddenly enlarged in his sight and turned into a large bullet nest unique to howitzer. It felt like a big crab claw chrysanthemum suddenly blooming in front of him.

Knight said: "The recoil has been adjusted, which is not much different from the ordinary revolver. The key is that if you choose to bind this gun to your soul, you can bring it into the soul world."

Mark's eyes lit up suddenly: "I'm grateful."

Then Mark picked up another extraordinary thing.

It was an extremely sharp and dark short sword. The blade was 36cm long and the handle was 12cm long. On the golden sword thigh, there was the emblem of the goddess of the night.

The Night Guard had a proud look on his face: "This is my masterpiece, made of the special metal blessed by Ms. Dark Night. It has quite good attack power for extraordinary people, spirits, and evil spirits in Sequence 5 or below, and can also conceal the user's breath."

“Are there any disadvantages?”

"If you use it too much, you will get the breath of Ms. Night."

"Oh, thank you." Mark calmly took the dagger.

It seems obvious now. The compatriot made a small profit for the Gemini goddess last night, which is why they are so generous.

Sure enough, the situation is quite tight! Even a powerful god like the Gemini goddess has begun to constantly look for foreign aid and seek new power to supplement it.

After shutting away, Knight asked, "Ms. Dark Night asked me to ask you, what's wrong with your doom dream? The church has found a suitable helper for you."

Mark remained silent: "There was another attack last night. But I found a way to deal with it. If possible, I hope Lady Dark Night protects me and keeps me safe for seven days and seven nights."

"Yes." Knight nodded calmly.

From the bottom of my heart, Knight felt a little regretful. If this excellent young man in front of me was willing to let go of his soul and allow a strong man in the night to enter, he could help him brand his soul and tie him completely to the chariot of the Light and Night Church.

As the [Whip of the Night], Knight certainly found the unusualness of the church recently, but this cannot be said.

Seven days are neither long nor short.

During these seven days, Mark ate, drank and slept next to a small night altar not far from the large altar. The mist of the night enveloped him, forcibly driving away all external forces.

Generally speaking, gods are unwilling to do such things.

This is like preventing the opponent from being cold and having to protect the person in an armored vehicle.

If the divine power consumed in the Doom Dream is 5, then the divine power consumed in all-round protection is 100.

The cost of attack and defense is disproportionate.

Obviously, Ms. Dark Night is in a good mood.

In the past few days, Mark has done nothing else and has only practiced one skill.

He knew very well that he was different from those local strong men who had been practicing arrows, swords and using various cold weapons since he was a child. He had many advantages, not many.

Only by practicing that skill to the extreme...

Finally, it was the seventh night.

The man, the female ghost is here again.

The same body, the same clothes, the terrifying face outlined by blood was staring at Mark, with a mysterious smile.

Cold and dead silent.

It's more like teasing, as if mocking him - you have been hiding for so many days, but you still have to face my curse!

As I remembered, the female ghost leaned over.

The non-existent illusionary feet were pedaling on the muddy ground soaked in blood.

Get closer little by little.
To be continued...