Chapter 179 A Doubt

"No -" a series of sudden high-pitched and prolonged endings highlighted the endless fear and pain of its owner.

"Don't kill us!"

"I beg you!"

"Please have mercy!"

"Please forgive us—"

How dissolute and arrogant they had been a moment ago.

How cowardly and humble they looked after a moment.

Seeing that the magic sticks of the [All Worlds Gathering Together] that had been pulled into the mouth of the Devourer under the floor were finally united, Mark knew that he had finally caught these madmen.

With a thought from his mind, [The Devourer], which was chewing its prey vigorously, suddenly stopped all movements.

Mark stood next to an illusory mouth, looking at the top half of the mouth of [The Devourer], which was pierced by dozens of sharp fangs but still survived, and groaned in pain. , Mark finally laughed out loud proudly.

"Hahahaha! Didn't you say, 'I dare to fight back'? I fought back, what now?"

A few crazy magicians don't seem so crazy at the moment.

"No, Your Excellency! Spare your life!"

"Your Excellency... Your Excellency, your power is unparalleled in the world.

"We can convert immediately and regard you as the only true god in all worlds."

In order to survive, these guys wanted Bilian, and slapped them with a series of rainbow farts that sounded unappetizing. If you change it to a guy who doesn't have a hard time in his heart, he will probably feel more comfortable.

Mark's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Although Mark has a group of mysterious brothers who can intimidate the gods, he does not have the strength and status to claim such a name...

asshole! This is going to put me on the fire!

Mark smiled like a villain and bared his teeth: "Please recover, I still like your unruly look before."

It's a pity that these guys without amulets are like soft-skinned snakes with their bones removed, and they can only beg for mercy.

"No, no, no! Your Excellency, Destiny, is the god that fits the description in [The Record of the End of the World]!"

"Yes, yes! Your Excellency's [Caribbean] is the promised ship, the Doomsday Ark!"

Clearly feeling Mark's anger, Hank took two steps forward with his sword and shouted angrily: "Fart! You blasphemers who deserved to die ten thousand times! You actually want to pour dirty water on my Lord's head before you die!? "

Hank went up and stabbed the guy at the end to death with his sword. Unexpectedly, these guys continued to speak the same language and screamed. Mark felt that listening to it was insulting his ears.

He snapped his fingers, and after receiving Mark's order [Swallowing], he suddenly closed his huge mouth.

"Ah——" The screams echoed far away, echoing in the night sky.

This caused the servants living in the manor to wake up and look at each other blankly, expecting to know what happened.

Mark had an indifferent attitude towards these madmen. It doesn't matter whether they confess or not. After all, even if the body is destroyed, the soul cannot escape.

Lock them in the soul cage of the Hall of Valor. Mark has many sinner priests and scoundrels. They will interrogate them 'well' and ensure that they even use firecrackers to blow up the latrines when they were children. pour out.

"Uh..." The illusory mouth spat out several heads and a pair of complete arms.

This was left on purpose by Mark.

"Hank, hang these things by the gate of the manor. At the same time, appease the servants."

"Yes! My lord!" Hank bowed, then raised his hand, and the knights immediately dispersed.

There is no need for Mark to take care of it here, there will naturally be servants to wash the floor.

With a master who is decisive and decisive in killing, this kind of thing is inevitable.

After the servants learned that a "cultist threatened their master and was later killed", they all showed surprised expressions.

Unconsciously, their respect for their master deepened.

If the servants on Mark's side were just in awe, when a pair of intact hands of members of the [All Worlds Gathering] were hung outside the gate of the manor, the news caused an explosion in the entire aristocratic circle in Port Austin that night.

After dawn, the news spread to the entire top brass of the Bill Empire.

Anastasia, Natasha, and Boris looked at each other.

Boris asked the emperor's envoy again: "Are you sure that those are a complete pair of arms and not asymmetrical, like patchwork arms?"

A layman wouldn't understand. At most, they would think that those lunatics were mean and offended Mark.

Only those who know the inside story know how difficult it is to turn those guys whose bodies do not belong to the same human body into normal people and then kill them.

"I'm absolutely sure!" The special envoy told the truth with a grimace: "I've seen that guy! It's him! It's him who forced me to increase the task for Her Highness Anastasia tenfold."

This is definitely breaking news.

Some orders are passed down from the top, but are distorted when they reach the bottom. This is because of layers of coding.

However, the special envoy did not dare to offend some lunatic who the whole empire had no choice but to do as he was told.

When Mark kills these lunatics, there is no doubt that he has taken over the pot.

After seeing off the special envoy, the eldest princess no longer had to hide her inner ecstasy. She clapped her hands and shouted: "Great! Finally someone can cure those madmen. Natasha, look, can we still follow Des? Mr. Tianni has reached an alliance, at least a certain degree of cooperation?"

The middle-aged female knight grimaced: "Your Highness! If he is really willing to cooperate with us, he would have sent someone to bring the heads and arms of those madmen to us and leave them to us for disposal."

Boris smiled bitterly: "Killing the rude intruder and leaving it at the door of your house is the most serious warning in itself - it means that no one should mess with me. If I am not wrong, what is the intention of Mr. Destiny? If there is no change, he will not interfere and will leave when the ship is rebuilt.”

"That's it..." Anastasia felt a little sad.

"Your Highness, please think on the bright side. In fact, he has already helped us a lot. He not only eliminated this year's [Ice Sea Swarm], but also sat here to help His Highness block some disasters invisibly." The female knight advised.

"Oh! He...it would be nice if he stayed here longer. How about we extend the construction period of the ship modification?" The eldest princess was somewhat unsatisfied.

"Your Highness, you must not think like this." Captain Boris quickly advised: "To deal with such a shrewd and peerless strong man, there is no point in making small moves. Instead, it will force him to the opposite side."

"That's right. Not only can we not delay, but we should speed up the construction period while ensuring quality." Natasha agreed: "Looking at his kindness to his servants and subordinates, you can tell that he cares about his subordinates. Otherwise, we Raise the standards for cabin renovations?”

"What a great idea!" Boris clapped his hands.

On the other side, Mark didn't know the little gift the eldest princess had prepared for him.

All he knew was that he was free again.

It has to be said that hanging a blind guy on the southeast branch is definitely a cruel move.

After Mark uses the [War] Demon God to guard the port, uses four Apocalypse horses to pull the cart, and the [All Realms Unify] believers hang the southeast branch, if anyone else comes to the door without the foresight to cause trouble, Mark will respect him. Man (madman).

For the safety of his servants, Mark also asked [Shadow Demon] to patrol the borders of the manor, and [Mural Demon] to protect his servants. At the same time, he allowed the Hall of Valor to temporarily take root in the manor outside the city.

Everything was done well, but no one with eyesight came to visit. Mark felt a little bored.

In November, the port of Austin was not only cold to minus 15 degrees Celsius, but the ridiculous snow was nearly one meter deep.

If Mark hadn't let the Apocalypse War Horse in the spirit state attach a snowplow usually mounted on the front of a snowplow truck to sweep the main road between the manor and the port, Mark would have been sealed in the manor and unable to get out.

It's winter, so southerners who don't know anything will be tricked into licking telephone poles with their tongues.

Except for the most desperate drunkard, the locals of the Port of Austin go to the pub near their home to report regularly every day. Everyone stays at home and warms up by the fire.

The dedicated patrol members will patrol the streets every half hour to see if there are any drunk cats sleeping to death on the streets.

In this weather, if you sleep to death, you will really die.

That is to say, only when powerful icebreaker ships occasionally bring regular supplies, or when familiar icebreaker merchant ships that are accustomed to this waterway dock, can the port wake up from its deep sleep that is almost hibernating for a while.

Except for going to the shipyard every three days to inspect the progress of the renovation, Mark has nothing to do.

On cold and windy winter nights, except for the occasional performance by his own band, Mark had no decent entertainment.

He must hide it and not dare to take out the music score from the earth. Unless you really can't help it, otherwise when you come up with good things, you have to budget for the three goddesses who love their careers to play God's Fall at any time.

That night, as soon as Mark took out "Ode to Joy", the muse came over like a cat that smelled fishy smell.

"Great! So wonderful." The fiery red-haired goddess shook her head, addicted to the melody and unable to extricate herself.

After listening to it, Mark sat on the sofa and watched the goddess wave and make a large stack of music scores disappear into the air.

"Oh - dear Mark, you are indeed the greatest composer of this century! Why can't I meet you earlier? Then I can enjoy it for a long time."

Mark raised his eyelids, and he sensitively sensed something: "Dear goddess, I have no intention of offending. In fact, there are rumors around that the millennium is coming, and there may be another divine war. Goddess, you... really don't need to prepare. What?"

What Mark didn't say was: The twin goddesses are like eating the marrow and knowing the taste. Recently, they have sent oracles from time to time. Well, they actually asked Hank to help ask Mark if he still has any "goods"?

After the two of them successfully defeated (attacked) the unlucky god who was sacrificed by Mark, their strength was improved a little.

The two of them undoubtedly have the most positive attitude towards the war between gods.

On the other hand, several art gods have a no-nonsense attitude.

Eat and drink when you should, and don't take anything to heart.

The frequency of their appearances was astonishing to Mark.

When Mark asked, it was obvious that Muse's whole body froze, and then she covered it up: "As the god of music, I search for good music all over the world, spread the wonderful music, and attract more believers. What's the point? wrong?"