Chapter 223 Intercepting Destiny

In the Church of Ice and Snow, the Saint is the favored one of God and the spokesperson of the Ice and Snow Goddess. She is more of a symbol than a substance.

The person in charge of the daily affairs of the church is Esther, the high priest of ice and snow.

At the moment when Esther was killed, it was simply unrealistic to temporarily elect a new high priest. Moreover, the Ice and Snow Goddess had strangely not received any oracles or revelations recently. This forced Anastasia to use her weak shoulders to shoulder this important task.

No one cares that she has to endure the torture of turning against her father, and no one cares whether she has the experience or ability to manage a huge church and hundreds of thousands of troops. It is natural for everyone to treat the anger they received from the emperor. Spread it all on her.

Although ordinary believers scolded the emperor, they in turn attributed their misfortunes to the Ice and Snow Goddess, and then wailed and cried to the church for living resources.

With hundreds of thousands of soldiers and millions of civilians, food, clothing, housing and transportation are a huge problem.

The island of the Lisa Federation alone has been occupied by four large islands and seven small islands.

If Mark hadn't come forward and allowed the Twin Church to put pressure on the Wright Empire and then the Lisa Federation, Lisa might have started a fight with the Ice and Snow Church.

Anastasia had to be trapped in foreign affairs, domestic affairs and other messy matters every day.

But compared with military power, this is actually a small problem.

The big nobles who came over relied on their wealth and soldiers to crazily demand power, not only against her, but also against Lisa Federation and even Mark's head.

These rebellious nobles ignored their own weaklings, but secretly vented their anger on the Ice and Snow Goddess's inability to do anything. He left the livelihood issues of his people to the church, but firmly held the military power.

There were even some nobles who were discouraged by the emperor's imperial army, so they wanted to gain benefits by controlling the military power, and even stole Lisa's territory to establish a country.

This kind of guy is a cancerous person, but because of her reputation, it’s hard for the Saint to deal with them.

Now Mark proposed that the nobles under the Saint should carry the curse of bad luck. Not only the Saint, but Natasha and Boris beside her must have agreed with all their limbs.

Only the saint herself retained the last bit of sobriety: "Your Excellency Destiny, I would like to ask, is there any hidden price?"

Mark's eyes flashed: "Yes. I am not at odds with Samsara. If everything goes well for the soldiers who attacked Peter the Great this time, Peter the Great will confront Samsara. If not... Your Highness the Saint, you are mine. Accomplice."

At this point, the three people on the Saint's side sighed deeply.

Sure enough, this is the point!

It's rare for someone as stingy as Mark to take the initiative. Obviously, the previous disagreement between him and the Samsara Cult was true. The Reincarnation Cult must have provoked him in other places recently, which made him murderous and come to bring trouble to the west.

Come to think of it, Mark doesn't like the change of political power in this world. Only a behemoth like the Reincarnation Cult is worthy of Mark's action.

Even though there were only a few people present, plus one god, it was not wrong to say that there were eight hundred minds.

The saint glanced at the dancing goddess: "Oh? So, the seemingly unrelated dance master is also an 'accomplice'?"

Barbara was stunned for a moment and smiled awkwardly but politely. If Mark hadn't told her, she would have almost disclosed the master-slave relationship between him and her.

The saint looked at each other first, then closed her eyes and began to think.

For another person, she could have stalled by saying, "I need time to think about it."

Not for Mark.

Mark can be said to be the biggest protective umbrella of the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect today.

In large-scale god-level conflicts, it is often black and white. If the Ice and Snow Goddess doesn't mess with Mark, Mark can sell them without any psychological burden.

Mark didn't even do anything. If he gave a little hint, other factions of the Orthodox Church would eat up these ice and snow 'remnants'.

Theoretically, she still has the option of bringing her followers to the Reincarnation Cult?

However, they already have enough troubles. Is it necessary to retaliate by stabbing Mark in return? I can't tell whether the knife can penetrate through it or not.

After a few seconds of silence, the saint's mind was already full of thoughts. When she opened her eyes, she smiled bitterly: "The Ice and Snow Goddess Sect has no reason to refuse!"

Strike while the iron is hot!

"If it's convenient, I'd like to get some deposit first - that's the soul connection between you and your father." Mark stretched out his hand and made a three centimeter gap between his thumb and index finger.

The words must be spoken in advance. Mark is not sure how much the Ice and Snow Goddess will still protect his saint.

Now that she had made her choice, the Saint Princess had nothing to hesitate and nodded immediately.

Mark stretched out his right hand, and in the eyes of others, he just fished it out from the air.

Not to mention the saint, even Barbara, who has a high spiritual sense, only vaguely sensed that Mark had taken away a very obscure spiritual energy.

On the surface, Mark is taking the soul link, but in fact, he is taking the thread of fate between the Bill Empire Imperial Guard and Anastasia.

In the vision of destiny, this is a thread of destiny that is like a thorn, and illusory swords the size of toothpicks are constantly sticking out of the thread. Let a non-destiny priest do this. In a few minutes, before the thread is pulled out, It has been counter-injured, and when it comes to an individual, it is the misfortune of a sword and an ax.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo-ho..." At first, Anastasia gasped, her plump breasts rising and falling rapidly. Before Natasha could ask her concerned questions, her eyes widened in surprise. : "I... feel a lot better somehow. Originally there was a sense of gloom pressing down on me. I always thought it was just pressure."

Mark smiled but said nothing: Nonsense! If I don’t help you take it, this otherworldly version of the Sword of Damocles will hit you.

Next to the saint, General Heng Ha looked at his master in surprise and was so excited that he was speechless.

Here, the dancing goddess took over: "Tomorrow you will submit a list."

"Yes! I will obey your will!" The three saints bowed in unison.

After the three people left, Barbara became curious: "Mark, will it start tomorrow?"

"Of course not!" Mark smiled evilly: "I have got what I want. I think the Reincarnation Sect will find that their legion is gone."

Three days was the time when the "Dongchuang Incident" happened.

Mark sees this change in the threads of destiny.

What he wants to do now is go to the Hall of Valor and wander around.

In the underground prison of the Hall of Valor, a group of sinful priests were practicing their old profession - conducting all-round sinful temptations on the captured Captain Barak.

Mark felt it for a while, and for some reason, he always felt that this scene was very similar to the chatty Tang Monk in "Westward Journey" who talked to the monsters and forced them to commit suicide.

Well, imagine that a group of chatty Tang Monks are bothering you. Doesn’t it sound like the whispers of ancient gods?