Chapter 209 Broken Corridor

Natasha and Boris were instantly petrified.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Anastasia couldn't help but smile bitterly.

right!

She had to admit that she was wrong about Mark. After leaving Bill's empire and coming to this unfamiliar land, she had to face all kinds of unfamiliar folk customs and emerging situations, but at the same time she got a lot of information about Mark's past.

Jealous of evil as much as hatred!

Complete the task of eradicating evil!

This was her first feeling after seeing the information.

Mark is like a hero in mythology eulogized by countless bards. He appeared out of nowhere and slaughtered all the monsters and monsters that dared to jump out, winning praise from countless people.

But like many people, she subconsciously ignored his origins in the Cult of Knowledge and ignored his unsavory past when he was abandoned by his grandfather in the good and lawful camp.

Although there is such a sentence in the evaluation of the staff: "Mark Destiny probably has a strong dislike for the righteous side. What his grandfather believed in and loved is exactly what he abandoned." But looking at what Mark did Because, it is indeed easy for people to ignore all this.

Especially after she saw Mark forcing tens of millions of rebel soldiers and civilians to surrender in Bolivar and avoiding the destruction of all lives, she felt that Mark was a great saint.

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

Now she felt that Mark was an out-and-out Wright at heart, and he had no intention of caring about the life and death of the Bills. If we review what Mark has done, it would not be wrong to understand it as an attempt to climb up by any means necessary, but he mostly chooses to side with the good camp.

Anastasia's mouth was full of bitterness, but she had no regrets.

She knew she didn't have any decent bargaining chips, so she straightened her back and raised her chest: "Then what can you do so that you can maintain this tacit understanding?"

Mark's smile became even more mysterious: "I cannot owe you any favors. However, if you swear in the name of the Ice and Snow Goddess, if the Ice and Snow Goddess does not repay this favor, then you and all the Ice and Snow Cultists you have saved will voluntarily become [ God's Abandoned One]...Then it's not like I can't continue to maintain this tacit understanding."

The color drained from the faces of Anastasia and her two core assistants in an instant.

[God's Abandoned One] is a poor person who has been abandoned by God.

It's an orphan!

It's the exile!

It is the lowest existence that is looked down upon by other gods.

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

In the God Realm, this is equivalent to a slave brand, which is quite eye-catching.

At this moment, Mark finally revealed his true thoughts - he could not touch other believers. And he has no business raising followers for other gods. This is definitely a thankless job.

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

Mark has not even thought about whether to become a god in this broken world, let alone consider such a thing.

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

This is why I can help you, but your goddess has to repay the debt. If the debt is not repaid, then you are the collateral.

By doing this, Mark kicked the ball back to Anastasia - if you believe that your goddess will really come to save you, then please place a bet. If you don’t believe it… it’s better for you to convert now.

Her Royal Highness the Saint bit her lip, her face looking very ugly. Finally she spoke: "How long can you maintain this tacit understanding?"

Mark raised a finger: "One year!"

Not long, not short.

During this year, the saint has enough time to save her followers. On the other hand, if a year passes and the Ice and Snow Goddess has not expressed her intention, then not only will they, the exiles, not be able to receive Mark’s blessing, they will also most likely become Mark’s slaves. Or he is an enemy of this terrifying existence who has great influence in the Gemini Goddess Cult.

The three saints exchanged glances with each other, and finally the saint nodded: "It's a deal."

"Very good! Within this year, you will have the friendship between me and the Destiny family. Likewise, the Lisa Federation will not cause trouble for you."

The three saints left the door a little lonely.

Then……

Mark's best sitter, Goddess Barbara, came to visit with a swaying figure again.

Anastasia bowed and waited for the goddess to pass by, then glanced at the back of the goddess who seemed to have high eyes.

She suddenly realized something.

‘That swimming pool’ is really not something she can just go to if she wants to!

She was a little angry.

The following days seemed a bit uneventful.

The main thing is to wait for the transformation of the four dreadnoughts. Even if Ivanov and the local Mechanicum workshop work together, this will still take half a year.

With the assistance of the goddess Barbara, Mini began to try to merge with the body of the Valkyrie.

As for Mark, besides reading extraordinary books, he was studying the use of the power of destiny.

Time has entered April 1st.

That night, when Mark was tired and fell asleep, suddenly, a mysterious murmur came.

Before he could react, the surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically.

Marian and Yolanda, who were supposed to be by his side, were missing, and he was not wearing pajamas, but a black samurai uniform that he had never seen before.

What appeared in front of him was a broken corridor suspended in the void.

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

However, the golden roof showed a fragmented scene, with pieces of tile-like things exploding and floating in mid-air.

Connecting these broken tiles are theoretically silver threads, and there seems to be translucent water glittering and flowing on the threads.

Mark threw a intact tile over casually. When the tile flew into the air, it suddenly split into four irregular pieces.

"hiss!"

Mark gasped.

"Space tear?"

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

"Bang!"

Strangely enough, the grenade containing divine power did not explode. It hit the top of the thread like an iron lump, rolled around, bounced to the side, and stopped motionless.

Just hanging in mid-air.

"this……"

Mark spread his perception.

Just like this, he discovered no less than thirty spatial turbulences.

It was impossible to sense what was on the opposite side of this ultra-small space vortex, which was theoretically only the size of a bowl, but Mark absolutely did not want to let himself change from a three-dimensional existence to a two-dimensional existence.

Moreover, he felt something more was wrong.

In theory, his body is still his own, significantly stronger and with more symmetrical muscle lines, as if he is a natural swordsman rather than a weirdo who seems to be a decathlete until now.

Well, it was only then that he realized that he was carrying a two-handed sword on his back, which was at least 1.5 meters long.

"...When did I become a swordsman?"

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

Gritting his teeth, he had to start an unknown adventure.