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Moloch put away his soft sword, and the severe pain in his arm made him gasp. He looked down at his clothes stained with blood, then looked at Mark lying motionless on the ground, and breathed a sigh of relief. The night enveloped the mountains and forests, and there was silence all around, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and Moloch's heavy breathing echoing in the mountains and forests. The moonlight shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground, like jumping notes.

He endured the pain in his shoulders and walked step by step to Mark's side. He bent down, grabbed Mark's legs, and carried him on his shoulders. Mark's body was heavy, pressing Moloch's shoulders with a sharp pain. He clenched his teeth, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, sparkling in the moonlight.

Moloch looked around, identified the direction, and walked back the way he came. The mountain road was rugged and uneven. He was very careful with every step he took, fearing that he would fall down accidentally and roll himself and Mark off the cliff. The light in the woods was dim, and he could only use the faint moonlight to identify the direction of advance. After walking for about half an hour, he came to a hidden cave. The entrance of the cave was blocked by dense vines. If you didn't look for it deliberately, it would be difficult to find that there was a cave hidden here. The entrance of the cave was not large, and only one person could pass through. Moloch bent down and went into the cave, and gently put Mark on the ground. The cave was very dry, and the air was filled with a faint smell of soil. There were some strange protrusions on the wall of the cave, which looked like ghosts in the dim light, and seemed a little gloomy and terrifying. Moloch sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing to restore his strength. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, repeating this several times, trying to calm the surging blood in his body. The wound on his shoulder was still aching, but he ignored it. He knew that the most important thing now was to recover his strength.

A few minutes later, Moloch opened his eyes and took out a pill from his arms. The pill was dark red and exuded a faint medicinal fragrance. He put the pill into his mouth, and it melted in his mouth, turning into a warm current that flowed through his body. He felt a cool feeling coming from the wound on his shoulder, and the pain was much relieved. He looked down at the wound and found that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wound that was deep enough to see the bone was now only a shallow scar.

He stood up and moved his shoulders, feeling that he had almost recovered. He carried Mark again and walked out of the cave. The moonlight outside the cave was still bright, and the woods were silent, with only the occasional sound of insects breaking the tranquility.

Moloch continued on his way. Along the way, he carefully avoided possible dangers, bypassed thorn bushes, crossed streams, and climbed steep slopes. His steps were steady and powerful, as if he was tireless.

Finally, Moloch successfully returned to the base. It was an empty valley surrounded by towering peaks. There was a huge rock in the middle of the valley, on which were carved some ancient runes, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. Moloch placed Mark next to the rock, knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and waited for Toby to arrive. The valley was quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the valley, like a ghostly whisper, echoing in the valley. Not far away, there was a slight sound of footsteps. Moloch looked up and saw a figure in black clothes and a hood, slowly walking towards him. The figure was tall and upright, like a mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression. "Lord Toby." Moloch said respectfully. The man walked up to Moloch and stopped. He slowly took off his hood, revealing a sharp face. His eyes were deep and sharp, like an eagle's eyes, as if he could see through everything. Toby walked to Mark's side, squatted down, and examined him carefully. He reached out and touched the wound on Mark's neck, then looked at the empty space on Mark's chest, frowning slightly.

"Where is the fragment of the Holy Stone?" Toby asked.

"He absorbed it, sir!"

"Mutated?" Toby stood up and looked at Moloch, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Yes, sir. I had already got the fragment of the Holy Stone, but Mark suddenly mutated, and the fragment of the Holy Stone flew into his body uncontrollably." Moloch replied respectfully.

Toby nodded, "I know." He paused and said, "You go down first, Moloch."

"Yes." Moloch bowed his head and said respectfully. Although he was Toby's clone, his thoughts were independent. He bowed and left the valley.