Chapter 121 [White Pearl] (2 More)

If everyone is killed, all the benefits must be taken away. Isn't the so-called cleaning up from sweeping the floor in the past?

"The action number is 2333!"

Thomas was stunned for a moment: "Which branch of ours or the executioner has this number?"

"Well, the number was recently added by His Excellency Hughes Lightning, and the representative is Conrad Fisher."

"That Conrad who picked up the primary rubbing of the storm and then took the top three in the blood moon baptism?"

"It should be him."

"Fernando, that idiot, miserable our Church of the Storm!" Thomas kept scolding. Fernando was the war sacrifice that refused Conrad to join the Church of the Storms.

The result was good, [Poison Hook] was still destroyed, and such a talent also ran away.

Not only did the Church of the Storms fail to gain the benefits, but the opposite party still put the pot on their heads. After all, Conrad used the power of the Lord of Storms to kill people.

Of course, the good-faced Church of Storms wouldn't admit that it wasn't theirs who attacked.

If they don't accept it, they will do it. They fought fiercely with the gang behind [Poison Hook], and in the end, they won a small victory.

At this time, the deputy asked Thomas the sacrifice: "Then shall we go?"

"Go! Of course we will! Even if the other party clearly tells us to take the blame, it's still a record for the Orthodox Church! Why don't we go!"

The Orthodox Church has a settlement every quarter. The martial arts factions such as Light and Night and the Church of Storms are responsible for cults, and the neutral churches such as the Fortune Church will pay for the subsidy.

Kill more.

In a sense, this is also a business.

When it comes to doing business, it's not shabby to lose your morals!

What's more, if the Church of Storms didn't carry it, wouldn't people look down upon it?

And when you turn around, you can knock on the local lord—how did you become a lord? The cult has infiltrated into this.

In fact, it's a muddled account. How could those rude people in the Church of Storms be so meticulous on weekdays that on many islands, the sect of sins was not taken seriously at all.

Of course, if something goes wrong, it's another matter.

These are not things that Mark needs to worry about, get what he wants, pat his butt and leave.

Returning to the [Mechanical Ascension], the ship rushed out of the port, and after leaving the port, Mark received a surprise.

In Valhalla, a rescued soul presented a rubbing to him.

In the Hall of Valor, Mark stared at the bearded heroic spirit sitting in the coffin: "You want to dedicate it to me?"

"Yes, my lord." The part below the ankle of the bearded spirit body has disappeared, but in the coffin, there is spiritual nourishment, and the soles of his feet are growing back. He was one of the few souls capable of slipping to the top of the hourglass.

Mark stared at him, and all he saw was calm: "Okay, I've received your contribution. Rest, Andrew Thomas. The next time you wake up, it's time for you to serve me."

The bearded man bowed hard, then lay back.

This is an untampered intermediate-level Storm God Rio Tinto. It is a little incomplete, but the places that may have been tampered with by the family are marked by Andrew.

In fact, if Andrew's family knew about this, they would definitely call him a traitor.

Clearly, Andrew also knew what would happen in doing so - he didn't care. Because when he was most desperate, it was not the family who saved him, but the mysterious powerhouse Mark.

This kind of thing is a bad debt.

Mark doesn't care, and Andrew doesn't care.

Selling the family's belongings is not a good civilization, and Andrew silently returned to his slumber.

This rubbing, which Mark is not going to give directly to Conrad, is incomplete enough to drive any OCD patient crazy. There is no need for Mark to use this kind of thing to harm his generals.

He wanted to get it together and then give it.

Unexpectedly, I thought it was a matter of probability, but it turned out to be very simple in the end.

The troubles in this sea area are beyond imagination.

Using the title of Mr. Galaxy, through listening across the void, Mark easily captured the information of the secret strongholds of several sin sects.

After a little analysis and listening to the heartbeats of the nearby souls, Mark and the others destroyed the strongholds of 7 sin sects within two weeks.

Not only at sea, but also two in coastal ports.

For a time, everyone in the Great Sin sect was in danger, and the situation was full of turmoil.

The Priests of Sin had no idea how the news got out.

It's funny, because the Church of Evernight and the Church of the Storm took the initiative to declare their victory and became the blame-bearer, and as a result, not many sin sects thought about Mark's side.

However, two weeks later, the bloodbath against the Great Sin sect came to an abrupt end.

It started without a reason, stopped abruptly, and completely stunned several sin sects.

Quite simply, Mark got everything he wanted.

In this sea area, there are quite a few storm-type powerhouses who have been killed by the Great Sin Sect.

After some harvest, in Mark's Hall of Valor, there are 5 people from Sequence 6, 48 people from Sequence 7, and more than 100 cannon fodder from Sequence 8.

In the cabin, in front of Hank Gerald and several other knights, Mark handed Conrad this [Intermediate Storm God Riot Edition], which was flashing with dazzling thunder.

There was a sound of breathing all around.

This is an intermediate rubbing book!

Mastering the power inside means that Conrad will immediately turn his head to the Church of the Storms, or at least start the war sacrifice, which is a big member of the party.

Conrad had no sadness or joy on his face, but just bowed down solemnly.

It's not that he is not grateful, but that he, as a person who has completely sold his soul to Mark, has long regarded serving the master as his mission. After revenge, any power status is just a cloud to him.

Mastering more power is just to deal with the enemy of my lord.

Hank and the others still don't know the value represented by this pure version.

Mark glanced at a few knights and said indifferently: "The loyalty to me will definitely be richly rewarded."

"Yes—" The knights answered firmly.

Mark gave a few words of encouragement and walked to Helena's workshop at the bottom of the bilge.

"Mark, you're here?" Helena's crisp voice had clear excitement: "Wait a minute, my work is finishing."

"Okay." Originally, Mark was going to sit on the sofa and wait bored, and then he saw a pair of hot pants dyed red.

Helena often said that she was a country girl with no fashion sense, but Mark didn't believe it.

You see, this pants has a zipper at the back, isn't that the essence?

Watching Helena turn her face and threw an unattractive wink at him, in order to reward her for her painstaking efforts, Mark decided to peel a mangosteen.

Mangosteen is refreshing and delicious.

After eating, Mark expressed his grand recommendation.

...

One month is not too long, not too short. After narrowing the distance to reality, it is time to go sailing in the spiritual world.

This time, the starting point is slightly different.

The misty white mist swayed, and Helena and Hank suddenly found themselves on the pier behind Mark's Hall of Valor. A sailboat full of rotten wood was moored beside it. It was just the haunting ghostly light on it, which made Han. A few grams watched the cold war between their teeth.

"This is..." Hank was a little confused.

"Mark's bad taste." Helena shrugged helplessly.

Back then, the boat in someone's soul world was the size of a cabin. After all, it was a cabin covered with the skin of a rotten wooden boat. With the enhancement of Mark's soul power, there is not only the Hall of Valor in his soul world, but also an identical [Mechanical Ascension] in his bones.

Helpless, the Mechanic's ship was too dazzling, and the skin that Mark put on the ship was the Black Pearl in "Pirates of the Caribbean".

"Okay, let's pretend to be a skeleton soldier." Mark threw a set of soul skins to a few knights with a smile, and they were stunned for a while.

"My lord, will we become undead?"

"It looks like an undead from a distance, just a holster." Helena sighed.

It has to be said that this kind of leather case infused with someone's powerful thoughts is very realistic both visually and visually.

Hank and the others put on the skeleton suits, and they really saw the image of the back from the ribs of their front chests, but when they pressed down, their chests were still their own chests, so they were relieved.

Conrad suggested in a low voice, "Does this ghost ship need a name?"

"Uh, let's call it the [White Pearl]."

Originally, there were not many candidate names. Since the word [Xiang] became ambiguous in China, Mark could no longer look directly at the name [Flying Dutchman].

[Black Pearl] is a bit of a copy, change it, and it becomes the [White Pearl] number.

One or two of the subordinates were muttering: "I don't know where it's white."

The sails full of holes, like the masts that could be broken at any time, the hulls with potholes and holes, and the skeleton sailors who were clearly evil spirits walking on the deck, were full of momentum as soon as they appeared.

Spirit world!

For most occultists, the world is a near-death world.

When this strange ghost ship suddenly broke into this world, it still attracted a lot of unnecessary attention.

Most of the local residents of the spiritual world chose to flee as soon as they smelled the ominous spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the ship. However, there were still some demons who had no brains or could not avoid them, or were busy fighting with the same kind and ignored them. Its existence resulted in a crash.

"boom!"

A demon that was five meters long and looked like a shark was hit by the ghost's bow, and the huge impact made the poor creature fly more than 30 meters away in one breath.

There is no quality to speak of, it is purely a showdown of the strength of each other's souls.

Once upon a time, depending on the strength of Mark's soul, he had to collide with some powerful demons in the spiritual world, that is, eggs hit stones.

Now, after receiving a [Lair] Mark and using the dice of fate to transform it into the Hall of Valor, his soul strength is also blessed by the Hall of Valor.

This is equivalent to Mark 'created' a whole Valhalla on the poor man.

The result, of course, was that the tortured body was torn apart on the spot and died violently on the spot.

On this day, in this sea of ​​ghosts, which is extremely mysterious in the eyes of mortals, there is a legend of a ghost ship...

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ps: I have a little cold. I can't finish writing the third update tonight, so I will leave it until noon tomorrow. Feel sorry