Chapter 178 Do You Really Think I Can’t Deal with You?

The two storm-type experts were not here, but Helena was in the manor.

Mark held a newspaper under his arm and sat on the main seat with his legs crossed. Hank stood on his left, and Helena and Rosalin on his right. They were in this position to meet those guys from the "All Worlds Gathering".

At first glance, the clothes of these guys...

High emotional intelligence: quite abstract.

Low EQ: Stitch monster!

We can't say that they are ragged, we can only say that they are dressed enough to torture any obsessive-compulsive disorder patient in the world.

Just like the guy in the lead, he looks like a hermaphrodite no matter how he looks at it.

The blond hair on the left side of this guy has a slicked back hair, while the right side is deliberately dyed into a weird silver ring shape, and has an upturned braid.

The left eye has no eyebrow and the right eye has no eyeball.

The left cheekbone is high, the right side of the face is sunken, and the lips are cut in the middle and split in two.

Not to mention the clothes, armor on the left and ordinary fine clothes on the right.

One side of the lower body is pants and the other side is a flared skirt.

Humans are not humans, ghosts are not ghosts!

Not to mention the two women beside Mark, even Hank, a grown man, frowned deeply.

The traditional Knights of Light would never see this kind of weird costumes and yin and yang aura.

He didn't take action to drive him out simply because Mark didn't say anything.

The guard knights who followed the hermaphrodites never let go of their sword hilts.

Facts have proven that you can never be too careful when dealing with bad customers.

As soon as he entered the living room door, the lunatic leader raised his arms and shouted in a hoarse voice.

Mark noticed that the guy's right arm exposed from the sleeves of his gorgeous robe was as skinny as wood, while his left arm wearing gauntlet was as strong as a bull.

"You stupid person! You have no idea of ​​the greatness of [All Realms Gathering]! All realms will eventually be destroyed and merged into the unique main world! Only we can lead you to the only future. I don't want to follow this doomed to be broken. The world will perish together, then kneel down! Surrender! This is for your own good——"

A smell of unlearned magician came to his face, which made Mark really angry and laughing.

Who is wrong for you to fool? Fooling a time traveler and a believer in the God of Knowledge?

Without Mark having to say anything, Hank had already shouted sternly: "Bold cultist! How dare you act so arrogantly in front of my Lord!"

This time, several guard knights couldn't bear it anymore and all drew their swords out of their sheaths.

"Ignorant fanatics! Let me show you the power of all realms! So that you can surrender to me!" After the guy screamed, he really had some skills.

The scene near the door of the living room suddenly became distorted, dark and broken!

Half of the hall looked like it was embedded in a broken mirror. One of the knights in the broken scene was horrified to see that the long sword in his hand showed unnatural twists.

This was not some visual deception. He really found that the light power he injected into the cross sword only extended to 10 centimeters above the sword and then stopped, as if he was holding a broken sword. .

The door to the living room, which was still intact and clear in the field of vision a second ago, suddenly broke into dozens of pieces. Each irregular fragment reflected a scene that did not belong here.

Mark noticed that there was the city of St. Leiden, the port of Austin, and some unrecognizable city scenes.

All the pictures were cut into pieces, like the picture-in-picture function on a big TV on Earth.

For a moment, Mark thought he was the old man in the surveillance room.

This is not done by technological means, it is a complete secret technique.

Just with such a move, Mark must admit that the opponent is really not weak.

"Thousands of worlds! I teach the only one!"

"Since you can see the future, why don't you worship?"

Accompanied by the murmuring incantations of these magicians, it was like the cracks of broken glass, and the scene of a suspected space rupture rapidly extended in the direction of Mark.

In the next breath, the rupture was about to spread to Mark.

At this moment, an extremely mysterious force suddenly emerged from the hall inside, blocking the cracked space lines.

It was so close that it spread to Mark’s men.

Unfortunately, sometimes the world is so close!

No matter how much the leader screams and screams, he will not be able to expand to Mark's side.

If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work!

"Why? Mark Destiny, what have you done? You evil heretic!" the leader screamed, constantly inciting the mysterious and evil power in his body, causing the scene in the space to continue to squirm, trying to resemble a wild boar The arched soil generally allows it to invade Mark's side.

However, no matter how hard they pushed the grain, Mark remained motionless.

Both the knights and Rosalin looked at Mark with admiration.

Even though Rosalin was one level higher than Mark, she really didn't see what power Mark used to resist this suspected space force.

Well, actually someone doesn’t even know it.

He could only confirm that the [newspaper] seemed to be of an absurdly high level.

At this moment, a strange sound like frying beans suddenly reached everyone's ears. Everyone followed the sound and saw that something had happened to the evil leader who was always trying to trick people.

No one touched him.

Every inch of this guy's skin exposed to the air began to explode from the inside out. Within a few breaths, blood was dripping all over his body, and white bones mixed with bright red flesh and blood even popped out of some wounds.

However, this madman seemed to ignore the terrible pain that was comparable to Ling Chi. While blowing himself up, he continued to shout nervously: "Heretic! You can't kill me! The other me will soon cross the space, right? You in this dimension - mere ants who dare to resist the true God, will be punished with destruction! Hahaha!"

Mark is almost immune to such blasphemy that is full of evil power, but this does not mean that the same is true for those around him.

Just by screaming and cursing, this guy made Hank and the two women feel nausea, chills, fear, and pain as if their flesh was being scraped. They had a terrible urge to kill themselves first.

Their spiritual sea was obviously invaded, and they even began to hear some non-existent noises.

They covered their heads and knelt down wailing, feeling that all the nerves in their bodies were being torn apart by the position of their heads.

This time, Mark finally couldn't help it.

18 blasphemous flying swords were fired fiercely.

"Ahhh!"

"How dare you fight back!?"

The people on the opposite side were also in pain, and their muscles felt as if they were being eaten by millions of ants, painful and abused.

But, they are not dead yet!

It seems that just as they claim, they are transcendent existences in multiple dimensions.

The next scene was simply a large-scale torture scene.

Be ruthless to others and be ruthless to yourself.

Mark finally couldn't help but shouted: "You guys stand back first!"

Hearing this, his subordinates stepped back with difficulty, trying to leave through the side door of the living room.

But how could the other party just let the people around Mark run away? It seemed that they knew Mark cared more about them. This group of lunatics actually screamed and threw mental pollutants at them from a distance.

"Hmph!" Mark snorted coldly, and the illusory mouth of [The Devourer] immediately appeared from the floor and swallowed everything in half of the living room in one mouthful.

Damn it!

Mark saw with his own eyes that most of the living room on the first floor disappeared into the void.

The madmen on the opposite side were also swallowed, and their asymmetrical bodies were well 'massaged' by the Devourer's thousands of fangs. However, the shadows of a few madmen still remained in place.

They don't seem to be in this world, but in the space between the real world and an unknown world.

Although Mark couldn't hear their harsh curses, looking at their ghostly figures, watching them continue to dance with ferocious faces, and pointing at him, Mark knew that the matter was not over.

For a long time.

Mark hadn't tried it for a long time. Instead of asking about the direction of fate, he simply rolled the dice of fate based on determining events.

This time, he really took action with anger.

"Someone help me kick these bastards into my main plane!"

The dice was thrown.

A wonderful [20] point!

Mark was not surprised by this, but rather the opposite.

Suddenly, an illusory foot came from the back of the guys on the opposite side and kicked them like dogs.

Mark was happy when he saw the figures of several guys changing from virtual to real and throwing themselves in front of him.

"You...don't really think I can't deal with you, right?"