Chapter 212 Don’t Stop

As a traveler from heaven, Mark has never believed in God, because the so-called heaven has never given him comfort, and the so-called hell has never given him torture.

After coming here and discovering that the so-called gods were not so reliable, Mark believed in his own power even more.

However, Mark never thought that [Destiny Harmony] could be used here.

No!

He had never thought about the scene in his destiny vision: he could clearly see that a cluster of destiny threads from another world was perfectly woven into his destiny villain.

Mark's first reaction was to reject these nonsensical threads of fate.

However, when he touched the thread of fate, he was stunned.

That's a memory.

Another Mark Destiny memory!

Just by looking at it, a phantom sound sounded in Mark's ears - it was the sound of wind passing through the canopy of the trees, and it shook people's hearts. It’s very similar to the BGM of the coming nightmare in horror movies that imply the dark night.

In the dark, a figure that had been huddled in the shadow of the tent stood up.

That's Mark, the two-handed swordsman!

‘He’ clenched the sword in his hand, stepped onto the dark and obscure road, and walked into a majestic but eerie castle.

He has to face a nightmare that only belongs to him.

When he walked into the seemingly deserted castle, but with candles lit on the walls, the light of those flickering candles suddenly went out.

After the few light sources suddenly disappeared, the darkness seemed to be stretched.

The four walls of the castle were engulfed in thick darkness, and there seemed to be light in the deepest part of the castle.

Mark, the two-handed swordsman, blinked his eyelids that became inexplicably heavy, ignored the shadows outside the castle window, ignored the faint singing from the distance, and walked firmly towards the depths of the castle.

When Mark saw this, he was already grinning.

A two-handed swordsman bravely breaks into the devil's cave?

Are you stupid?

As expected.

Not long after...

"Boohoo!"

Mark, the two-handed swordsman, burped.

He died of 18 arrows in his body, including his heart. He died miserably.

Regarding this situation of [Dead Ghost Mark Number + 1], Mark himself has long been unable to complain.

For a moment, he almost thought this was some kind of prank dream.

"Is there another aboriginal Mark in a parallel world who died so tragically?"

But the way Mark, the two-handed swordsman, burped, shocked someone who was watching the show.

"This posture..."

The posture of the two-handed swordsman before his death may be weird at best in the eyes of others, but for the time traveler, this is simply an enlightenment, and it suddenly wakes up a certain time traveler.

Before dying, the swordsman threw himself face-first on the ground, holding the long sword in his right hand, with the blade pointing towards the soles of his feet. The key is that his left hand is slightly bent, and his extended index finger is stained with his own blood, and there are several Chinese characters written on it.

【Don't stop】!

The two-handed swordsman Mark roared his soul before he died, and the phantom sounds that seemed hollow but were extremely real transcended the barriers of time and space, broke into the long river of destiny, and finally reached Mark's ears.

"Mark? I seem to have heard this name somewhere before!"

"There are different Marks in different worlds, right?"

"That's right. Everything we have done so far is not in vain. As long as we don't stop, there will be a way ahead!"

"Our destination is not important at all, as long as we keep moving forward, as long as we don't stop, the road is ahead! I will not stop, as long as the 'Mark' who controls the fate of all 'Marks' is waiting in front Us! Our sacrifices are meaningful.”

After Mark suddenly woke up from the memory of his other 'self', his face was filled with horror and astonishment.

If the previous idea of ​​a parallel world was just a guess, now it is basically a reality.

Not only is there really another parallel world, but there is also another him who is a time traveler.

So, what happened in the other parallel world?

Is the situation still the same as here?

Mark asked about this thread of fate, but there was no answer.

At the root of the weaving thread, only a faint cloud of light could be seen.

Even if he doesn't know the truth, Mark can still rely on the power of fate to sense that the world of Mark, the two-handed swordsman, has probably collapsed.

If that world still existed, the complicated threads of fate would be as exaggerated as a kaleidoscope

"Alas!" With a sigh, Mark seemed to ask himself: "Brother, was it painful when you died?"

Unexpectedly, there was actually a reply.

"Hey! It's just a few arrows, no big deal. What's wrong? Why do you make such an outrageous sound?" The last sentence in the two-handed swordsman's message was: "Our dream must come true."

The next second, the fate dice gave Mark a hint.

[The price for recovering the destiny thread of Mark 2333 is... to be with a certain princess...]

Mark was embarrassed.

So much information!

He couldn't figure out whether this number 2333 was his clone, or another him in a parallel world.

At this moment, the words of his god-level fellows came to his mind like a tide for some reason - the guy named Duke smiled bitterly: "We admire you even more, you are the real ruthless person."

At that time, Mark was confused by what these awesome fellows said, but now Mark couldn't help but have a guess.

"Wait! Could it be that this swordsman Mark is actually my clone?"

This hypothesis was thought to be very outrageous.

Taking a closer look, it doesn't seem that outrageous.

However, it would be a bastard not to take advantage of it.

What this dead ghost brought him was his most scarce melee ability. Mark had no reason to refuse, not to mention that the condition was just...well, that...that's all.

"Huh -" Mark took a long breath and confirmed the integration of the thread of fate in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, Mark felt that his strength and agility had improved to another level.

What I got from the remnant body of the Valkyrie before was an increase in spiritual power, but this time I got more of a physical boost. In swordsmanship, a lot of muscle memory pours into the body.

After finishing all this, looking into the distance, Mark discovered that this void corridor was actually almost at the end.

In the last part of the corridor, Mark was surprised to see a version of himself in pajamas sleeping in a space barrier.

Isn't this what he looked like when he first fell asleep?

Mark couldn't help but have another guess: Those believers in the Unity of All Worlds probably took advantage of the impact of space and destiny when the two worlds merged, bypassed Mark's protection, and then used Mark's other clone as the coordinate to find Mark himself. The attack was then planned.

But the only thing they didn't calculate was that Mark had such a high degree of integration with his other self.

Uh, what exactly is low integration?

Maybe those guys who look very abstract and whose body parts come from different worlds have low integration, right?

Mark is not sure either!

As he approached, as expected, he turned into a stream of light and merged into the sleeping 'him'.

At this moment, in the suite of the Caribbean, almost all the core figures on Mark's side were present.

Rosalin was the first to discover that Mark suddenly disappeared with the princess and the duke's daughter. As one of her pillowmates, she slept next door. The disappearance of Mark's breath immediately alarmed her.

In less than ten minutes, even Conrad, who was training ghost pirates in the spirit world, rushed back.

Rosalin looked outside the floor-to-ceiling glass. A strong wind full of spiritual power was surging on the sea. It seemed to be big enough to overturn a thousand-ton ship, but there was no movement on the other side of the spiritual world.

This doesn't make sense!

The obscure spatial changes seemed to tell everyone that this was not the wind, but the huge uneasiness that enveloped everyone.

And this uneasiness comes from the turmoil in the entire world.

At this moment, a light flashed in Mark's suite, and the slim figures of Marianne and Yolanda suddenly appeared in the air, and then they fell hard on the two-meter-long, four-meter-wide bed.

"You two, what are you..." Before Rosalin could finish speaking, Helena, Yalde and other people who were allowed to enter the inner room had already seen the strange behavior between them.

There is an obscure spiritual line on Yolanda's right arm and shoulder. This arm and body are obviously not the same person.

Marianne was holding her lower abdomen in pain, and everyone was surprised to see that there was a length of evening dress material in the middle of her pajamas.

Needless to say, their situation is probably a bit similar to those of the crazy Wanjie Unification believers.

"We don't know what happened." Marianne frowned, obviously suffering from some kind of pain.

"We went together to a place similar to the Wright Palace." Yolanda added, her eyebrows also graceful.

"We experienced a battle with low-level demons, and then discovered another self."

"Somehow it came back."

Helena asked with great concern: "Where is Mark? Mark is not with you!?"

"Didn't see him."

"Fortunately we were still armed when we went there, but even so, we were doing our best just to survive."

The two women's answers made the hearts of all the women freeze.

Rosalind asked, "How are you two doing?"

Marianne frowned and smiled bitterly: "It's a bit like that coming. The problem is that I seem to have another terrible memory of myself before death. This makes me mentally a little abnormal."

Yolanda touched her temple: "I'm about the same. I feel like my back is being pierced by the devil's claws again and again."

When Helena went out to explain the situation here to Hank, Lane and Conrad, Mark's three most loyal men also frowned, but no one could do anything.

Even if they knew that this was related to those lunatics from the Wanjie Guiyi Sect, no one could do anything about it.

Not to mention them, even the Twin Goddess are now at a loss.

Just at this moment, a Mark opened a blue light door and walked out.

Everyone was stunned.

Extremely toned and streamlined muscles, a large sword that had never been seen before was tied to his back, and he was wearing a samurai uniform... It could be said that except for that face that was so handsome that he had no friends, this man didn't look like the Mark they knew.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Mark showed his signature smile.