Chapter 132 The Most Ruthless Imperial Family?

Chapter 132 The most ruthless imperial family

After Mark revealed his plan, it was really a bit harsh in the ears of the leaders of various factions.

"It's so crazy. I actually want to use extraordinary people as cannonballs to shoot them out." The speaker was Bishop Dupont of the Reincarnation Cult.

It's a pity that no one listened to his words.

The situation is a bit delicate.

Logically speaking, it would never be the turn of a mere Doctor Who to speak out.

It’s just that all the major orthodox churches have suffered a lot, and there is no one that has not been severely beaten.

Everyone has finally analyzed it, and it is very likely that the opponent is a "blasphemous ritual performed by a new cult member to show off his skills."

New members of the orthodox church want to get ahead, so why don’t new members of the evil ways do the same?

Every year, there are some new evil sects who are either reckless or brave, and challenge the orthodox sect alliance in various unimaginable ways.

The winning and losing conditions are generally the default - it depends on whether the cult rookie can publicly complete his series of sacrilegious rituals. Done, he wins. If the Orthodox sect uses super-mundane power to directly destroy the ceremony, and that guy can run away, he still wins.

On the contrary, if the orthodox sect uses conventional force to solve the problem, it will mean that the newcomers of the cult have failed in the challenge and become another cannon fodder and a negative teaching material.

In the past few decades, there have been only a handful of newcomers from the evil sect who have been able to complete such a challenge. The last one they faced was the rising star who was baptized by the blood moon ten years ago, Gu Xin, the [war] knight of the Apocalypse Sect.

Although he did not complete the baptism or even reach the opera house, he slaughtered all his opponents and escaped from the baptism.

The headache for the orthodox church now is that it doesn’t even know who the other party is. They take turns making fools of themselves, and they don’t even know which faction they belong to.

It is in this context that Mark’s prominence has become a matter of course - you are not good at it, so why don’t newcomers be allowed to try?

Storm War Priest Gascoigne stroked his beard, and he made no secret of his admiration for Mark. There are things on the battlefield that cannot be hidden from anyone.

The faction of the God of Knowledge, which has always upheld absolute neutrality, took action. It was surprising in the first place. After asking, I found out that it was the follower of the God of Knowledge who was hanging in the Church of the Night, the [Great Hero of Wapu] Mark Destiny. . This is not surprising.

The guys from the Church of Storms are so cute. If you help me, I will treat you as a good friend.

Gascoigne was the first to express his opinion: "We can let him try."

With him stepping forward, Albert from the Church of Light and Night echoed: "Agree."

Originally, it was Old Brown who had the final say here, but his faction had just suffered a big loss, and his right to speak was rapidly declining.

If you can't do it, why don't you let others try it?

He snorted coldly, indicating that he had no objection.

The two major denominations reached a temporary agreement, and other churches had no reason to object.

This is a good example of treating a dead horse as a living horse.

Mark didn't care about the eyes of others and began to discuss the implementation details. This scene fell into the eyes of many interested people.

Wealth Priest Melina half-squinted her eyes and looked at Mark intently. She suddenly turned to her deputy and said, "After the meeting is over, I will send a greeting to those around him."

"Wait?" The deputy was stunned for a moment.

"Of course, it's no fun afterwards."

"Priest, do you think highly of him?"

"Haha! I'm really surprised that the Destiny family can produce such an energetic young man."

"Old families always deserve respect."

"No, no, no! Looting, defrauding, constructing, no matter how it rises, the original generation has the right to receive praise. This is natural. But without their own efforts and strength, wealth, fame and power can only be obtained by blood relations. This guy is not qualified to enjoy the honor. This young man is obviously an anomaly."

"I understand, your will will be implemented with the highest priority."

The Church of Wealth, a church that does not possess powerful force, survives by not fighting against the world, but by playing both sides. No one will ever know how much it invested in various forces.

Interestingly, the first visitor Mark received after the meeting was not the Church of Fortune, but an emissary from the Wright royal family.

When Hank Gerald made the announcement, Mark was stunned for a moment. He did not remember any contact with the royal family.

He thought for a moment and finally saw the messenger dressed as a butler.

The butler with a gray beard handed over his identity documents, including a royal emblem to prove his identity, and a letter sealed with lacquer.

Mark opened it and saw only one sentence written on it: [Mr. James Flamel is deeply trusted by His Majesty the Emperor Nicholas III. 】

"What? Instead of asking Cardinal Brown, you came to me instead?"

"Because, your Majesty and the person you took away at Le Mans Manor are somewhat destined." The butler bowed deeply. He avoided the important and did not talk about the old Brown who had already failed once.

Minnie...?

Mark couldn't help feeling that the royal family had given him a small sum of money. Now that Minnie is his closest companion, he needs to give him this face.

"Then what?" Mark didn't even raise his eyelids.

"The royal family has not announced it. In fact, a member of the royal family was trapped on the [Lamington]." The butler was embarrassed: "The royal family can accept a heroic member who defeated the evil demon or resisted the spiritual erosion of the evil demon, but the royal family There can be no stain.”

When the housekeeper mentioned this, Mark suddenly understood.

Either the royal family leaves in good physical and mental health, or they don't. It is a trivial matter to become a madman, but if this person falls into evil ways in a disgraceful way, it will be a big scandal.

"What do you want me to do?"

"If we don't meet him, it's okay. If we meet him, you will know. Please confirm that person's condition 'carefully'."

The butler's words made Mark deeply understand what it means to be 'the most ruthless imperial family'.

Mark suddenly felt a little sick.

The butler added: "Either way, your Excellency will gain the friendship of the Wright Royal Family."

"Let's talk about it when we meet. You can leave." Mark dismissed the butler like a fly.

Sure enough, after Mr. Butler went out, he didn't walk far before he turned into a separate VIP waiting room.

The people guarding this place are all royal guards.

A man in elegant clothes hid in the shadows without showing his face. When he saw the housekeeper coming back, he asked in a deep voice: "How is it?"

"He didn't like it, but he didn't say no."

"Alas! It would be great if my baby could come back safely."

"Your Majesty, I must remind you that it has been three days."

"Alas! My imperial sister was like this back then, I didn't expect... alas——"

The royal family's affairs are destined to be just an interlude, and Mark has no time to take care of it.

Time is quite tight, 12 hours have passed since Mark arrived.

As night fell, Mark entered the spirit world again.

This time, the person responsible for the feint attack was a spiritual warship lent by the Fortune Church.

It is better to say that it is a battleship than a small gunboat.

This small boat with a total length of 30 meters was just an inland river patrol gunboat of the Wright Empire. It was just a disaster, and he was inexplicably involved in an [abnormality]. After being purified by the Bishop of Light, he was purchased by the Church of Fortune.

It can't be said to be very strong, but the three single-barreled 100mm psychic cannons at the bow and stern are still quite powerful.

Especially now that the cruise ship's artillery has been blown away, this spiritual gunboat can be used as a diversion.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The gunboat members, who knew their mission very well, raced the boat desperately. Driven by the modified psychic magic array, the gunboat reached a god-level speed of 33 knots in the spiritual world.

When such a speedboat circles an irregular S-curve, the cruise ship's cannon really can't do anything to this small gunboat.

At this time, Dean Margaret's flying saucer went over and fired a few shots to form a secondary containment, and then escaped.

The dense spiritual space in the spiritual world makes the battle return to the naval battles of the old era, with most battles being decided within visual range.

When the few artillery pieces were restrained, Mark sat on a mutated blue whale provided by the Church of Storms, mounted his own 800mm mortar, and launched a direct assault.

"This time, I want to be the first." Vivian looked at Mark firmly and emphasized: "I insist!"

Mark was embarrassed. He knew that this girl was becoming more competitive, so he nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

Vivian's slim body got into the fat barrel, and she patted the barrel: "I'm ready."

"..." Mark suddenly wanted to ask: "Aren't you worried that I will shoot you into a ditch or some corner of the spiritual world?"

"Then I will look down on you to the end of my life." Vivian gave Mark a gouge look.

It is impossible to shoot crookedly.

This batch of artillery relies on the mysterious monocular telescope to lock the target. Once locked with will, a psychic mark that cannot be sensed by the enemy will be generated.

To exaggerate a bit, this is establishing the law of cause and effect.

Mark is only responsible for the 'result' of hitting, and firing the cannon is the 'cause', but how the cannonballs fly and whether there are any weird bonuses like [gunfighting] are another question.

The opponent only has the option of taking a hard hit or blocking, and there is no question of whether he is hit.

Without any more words, Mark had an idea. This cannon, which looked like a ghost cannon, started the shooting process by himself.

In an instant, a large amount of spiritual power evaporated from the bottom of the flat barrel.

Countless spiritual threads twisted and circled, slowly rotating around Vivian's legs.

This was a feeling like entering a dream, which made Vivian a little nervous and closed her eyes subconsciously.

Just then, the cannon went off.

There was no terrible instantaneous impact. From extreme silence to extreme movement, the feeling of acceleration was extremely smooth.

The next moment, Vivian opened her eyes and found that the surrounding scenery was passing by the corners of her eyes at a speed that her dynamic vision could keep up with.

The initial speed of 300 meters per second is not too fast, but it is enough to get past the black mist's defense.

Passing through the interception of the black fog with incomparable accuracy, Vivian crashed into the torn hole of the cruise ship.