Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 123 The War Has Never Changed
In the atrium on the first floor of the fortress, a miserable green war horse was carrying its owner [Death], circling along the edge of the atrium.

On horseback, a knight wearing a full suit of emerald green armor grew impatient.His lance was hung on the saddle rack, and his sword was still in its sheath.

He rested his right elbow in his left hand, and the cold chin of his helmet in his right.

"What are those guys dawdling about? Isn't it the Demon Skeleton Warrior, do they need to fight for so long?"

"Okay! I admit that the demon skeletons I put on the square are all elites, and it's quite difficult for ordinary human Beyonders to deal with them. But it won't take so long, right?"

"Huh? They actually want to purify the square? Just kidding, this is connected to the entire fortress. Unless they have the ability to blow up the fortress directly."

"Too cautious! Is this still a violent storm believer?"

In fact, this death knight already had the urge to rush out to fight, and then asked: "But will I lose my place if I go out like this?"

"No! I must have the style of a demon god! Otherwise, how can I be a demon god in the future?"

On the other hand, Mark would never have imagined that the owner of this fortress was such a tangled maniac.

He was stunned by the view inside the fortress.

carpet!

Carpet made of bone.

Not only are countless layers of withered hands laid on the ground to form carpets, but also wallpapers and ceilings.

This dense scene is enough to make anyone who does not have trypophobia suffer from this damn symptom.

Even though Mark was well-informed, he was still shocked by this scene.

Mark noticed that on the palms of many hands, there were closed eyes as if sleeping, and a pair of temporarily closed mouths. It seemed that so many [hands] were sleeping.

"Mini, Baisen, if I step on any hand, will this [Hand Hell] be awakened on the spot?"

Minnie: "Yes."

Baisen: "I've convinced you, I come to these weird places every time, are you trying to scare this girl to death?"

mark:"……"

Mark observed for a long time: "Mini, is there a possibility that you shoot spiritual threads into the gap between your hands to form a network and let me fly over?"

"I can try it."

The phantom of Minnie appeared behind Mark. The puppet clasped Mark's hands, and a large bundle of spiritual silk wrapped Mark and her waist. Mark was like a string puppet, hanging by a string of spiritual silk. Fly over this ocean of [hands].

Under the cover of Bison's stealth ability, no matter from the perspective of the spirit world or human eyesight, at most, he can only see a blur of shadows flying by.

Soon, Mark came to a place that should be a warehouse, and he saw a lot of cannons that looked like broken copper.

"Mill gun? What century?" Mark murmured in his heart.

These cannons are not only covered with a thick patina, it is obvious that they have not been used for a long time.Some of the wooden wheels on which the cannons were mounted had decayed, leaving the barrels lying here and there on the ground.

However, when he came to the end of the warehouse, he found a huge cast iron gate.

Looking at the thick loose leaf on the door frame, Mark suddenly realized that the door was likely to be ridiculously thick, as thick as half a meter at every turn.

There is a monster relief of a goatman on the door.

This monster has a standard giant goat's head, but its body is humanoid.

There are eighteen kinds of weapons sticking out of its chest.

It is not the traditional eighteen weapons of China, but a cold weapon with more characteristics of this world.

Mark saw a [Fan of Knife] with the characteristics of this archipelago. It was made of three sickle-like things stacked into a big claw. With one move, the opponent would be pulled out at least a row of bloodstains.

Mark frowned.

Before he could think about it, two red lights suddenly lit up in the eyes of the goat-head monster relief, and those eyes full of evil sense passed through Bison's concealment barrier and landed directly on Mark.

Mark knew he was being seen through.

Although he didn't know why, he just had this intuition.

"Ah... No one has been here for a long time." The sheep-headed monster opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp and small fangs that did not match the shape of a goat. It spoke a half-baked Wright language: "Stranger, only You need to answer one question for me, and if you answer correctly, you will pass, and I will not alarm the guards here."

The voice of the goat cameo has a thick nasal sound.Mark was so worried that it would make a "baa" sound in the next second.

"You ask." Mark said in a deep voice.

"Has war changed?"

As it sounds, the question is whether the artillery in this warehouse is still useful.

This is actually a very philosophical proverb.

Mark had an idea, shook his head, and said in a deeper voice: "Throughout the ages, war has never changed!"

"Huhu! That's a good answer. Boy, since you know what war is, you are qualified to challenge [Death]. After all, he is just a mere outsider..." Just after the sheep-headed monster finished speaking, the relief on the Suddenly, pillars of blood shot out, like 18 kinds of weapons pierced on it, and it was only at this moment that it exerted its due killing power.

The entire goat-head monster relief was torn apart, turned into bloody pieces of meat, and fell to the ground crackling.

The door, which was supposed to be extremely heavy and possibly completely rusted, opened silently.

In Mark's surprised gaze, as far as the eye could see, a total of 36 rusted front-loading cannons turned into blood-colored auras, converging in Mark's hands like hundreds of rivers entering the sea, turning into a large stack of blood moon cards, and an antique Spotting telescope.

The introduction of the card is also quite simple and crude:
[(Ghost Cannon): The target of the monocular is the direction of the cannon, and the truth of the captain is within the range of the cannon! 】

The muscles of Mark's cheeks twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: This is all right, why does my fake ghost ship seem to be fake?
Standing in front of the wreckage of the goat-head monster relief, Mark mourned for a few seconds, feeling a sense of desolation and loneliness inexplicably.

This is obviously another inner world that has lost its owner. It turns out that this place is mostly used as an outpost to attack the real world.

It is very possible that the former owner was the [War] knight.

Perhaps this sheep-headed monster used to be a very dedicated guardian. Unfortunately, after the owner died, the current owner opened the door with a very cruel method and forced it to serve him.

Too long a time, too painful a struggle, leaving only a little bit of obsession left in the guardian of the sheep head monster.

It's rare to see an intruder who has an appetite, simply push the boat along, and hand over his collections that are behind the times to the intruder.

Of course, Mark does not rule out that his [Fate Predator] profession is working.

Because through the dice, he saw that there was such a line in his job description: "Don't envy others' good life, just grab it if you like it".

Looking at the job description again, his avatar was a blond Claude, and Mark couldn't help but feel in a trance: the yellow hair was actually me! ?

Passing through the underground warehouse, Mark came to a place similar to a side hall. When he saw the top of the side hall, his scalp tingled.

There were black waves surging there, and after looking carefully, I was surprised to find that they were black bats the size of adults.

Mark finally understood why the dice would give out 12 points, which is a tasteless point, if he assumed that he would sneak in directly.

In front of the bat's ultrasonic waves, unless Mark can completely transform himself into a spiritual body, it is impossible to hide.

Moreover, Mark's spiritual sense has already sensed that a very powerful existence has been waiting in the atrium of the fortress, walking around non-stop. Combined with the words of the sheep-headed monster relief, Mark basically confirmed that it is the current owner [Death Knight].

Without further hesitation, Mark sent a message to Conrad and the others with a soul circuit: storm the gate.

"Yes! My lord!" Konrad and the others, who had been a bit fishy before, made a concerted effort.
The square at the main entrance suddenly roared loudly.

The violent lightning strike hit the demon skeleton's body, immediately bursting out large pieces of bone residue.

The body of the demon skeleton flew out, and it was torn apart in mid-air.

Another muffled thunder sounded, and the gate of the fortress received a direct hit for the first time since the war began.

Sure enough, the knight in the atrium couldn't hold back his temper anymore.

"Hahaha! Poor mortal! Come and enjoy this feast of death!"

Mark sensed that with a scream of joy, a ghostly green shadow protruded from the gate and rushed towards Conrad and the others.

"Bison, can you expand the coverage to include the entire side hall?"

"Give me a piece of ectoplasm cake."

"it is good!"

The shadow silently expanded its range, and the bats who were shoulder to shoulder at the top of the side hall finally found Mark hiding in the shadow of the warehouse gate.

It's a pity that before they had time to disperse, the 40mm revolver grenade covered their faces.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" Mark flicked the hammer quickly, and the six grenades almost shot out of the muzzle one by one. The huge reaction force made Mark's right hand go numb.

Fortunately, the bat is too concentrated.

The terrifying destructive power of the spiritual bombs caused them to spill black blood in mid-air on the spot, mixed with shattered limbs, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Normally, once they disperse, there is still a chance to pose a threat to Mark.

Minnie made a move.

The scattered spiritual threads had already woven a net of death in the mid-air of the side hall.

The large bats either crashed into the spirit wire and were cut into filthy chunks of flesh, or stayed where they were, terrified, waiting for Mark's second revolver.

There was another round of roaring, this time, the side hall was completely quiet, only some of the mutilated limbs remained, still twitching strangely on the ground because the nerves had not yet completely died.

"go!"

Every minute and every second of distracting [Death Knight] is precious.

Mark didn't know why the dice of fate guided him like this. He only knew that putting too much pressure on Conrad and the others would likely lead to unnecessary downsizing.

With only this few people in his team now, the loss would be huge.

　Tomorrow morning, I will worship the ancestors. It is estimated that I will toss all day, so I will update 2 today.Feel sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)