Volume 1 Chapter 153: Marcus's Battle
Just when Borg returned to the territory to find Lynch and tell him the news.
Marcus, got the clue.
He discovered the source of the poisonous gas, a well next to the residence of the Winged Tribe.
The Winged People were a harmonious and beautiful tribe. They used to gather together for meals and their meal times were very regular.
In order to express gratitude to nature, they would drink a sip of the well water before eating to express their collective gratitude to Mother Earth.
Apparently, the Winged People were attacked while they were having a meal.
As a knight who has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, he has the ability to track.
"Brother Dao...please help me hold a funeral for my friend from the Winged Tribe. I have other things to do."
Marcus did not explain to Dao Ge, but chose to face it alone.
In his view, this is his business, not anyone else's.
A true knight must understand loyalty and sacrifice.
He has established friendship with the Rich Tribe, so even if he wants revenge, that is his business.
He knew very well that he might not be able to defeat the opponent, but he would not tell Lynch about it and ask Lynch to help him get revenge.
As a knight, he needs to consider his lord instead of having his lord serve him.
He also knew that his potential had reached its limit. If he couldn't kill the opponent, he would never have another chance in the future.
"Number Two, you don't want to..."
Dao Ge looked at the well and had a bad feeling.
Marcus did not answer. He comforted his dragon pet and suddenly rushed towards one direction of the jungle alone.
"It's over, it's over... The enemy can kill 8,000 people with poison, he..." Dao Ge looked at the place where Marcus left, a little anxious, and hesitated to speak.
Can he beat him?
He became anxious and immediately asked his tribesmen to bury the people, and then flew back on his flying dragon.
It takes two hours to get back to the territory...
......
In a forest, ancient giant trees about 20 to 30 meters high stand tall.
Marcus held the giant sword in his right hand, his shoulders straight, his face grim, staring straight at the person in front of him.
"Why?"
He asked coldly to the man in front of him.
The other person had messy purple hair, four bloody marks on his face, pale skin, and a rather handsome appearance. He was wearing purple leather armor, holding a purple staff, and looked cynical.
His name was Agamemnon.
"Why? What on earth are you talking about?" Agamemnon scratched his head and asked curiously.
As a demigod from heaven, he had just come down to the mortal world and arrived at the land of God's grace.
And he was lucky enough to meet a group of winged people... The winged people were the people he hated the most in ancient times.
After poisoning a tribe of Winged People, he felt secretly happy.
But when he was doing nothing, Marcus actually found him and asked him why, which made him feel interested.
"The Fertility Tribe, the Winged People." Marcus said calmly.
His breath began to rise slowly, and the surrounding grass and trees on the ground were all messed up by his breath.
"Ah? You mean those winged people? It turns out their tribe is called the Fertility Tribe. Haha, they still believe in the goddess of fertility, a bunch of stupid guys." Agamemnon sneered and said to Marcus: "Then let me answer you, stupid mortal, because... I hate winged people the most."
The most annoying wingman!
Those who have power tend to act recklessly.
The reason why the Fengrao tribe was massacred was simply because they were hated.
Marcus didn't like this answer.
"Combat Skill - Wild Thunder Killing!"
Without saying a word, lightning flashed on his body and he rushed towards Agamemnon.
The forest around him was filled with lightning, and arcs of electricity flashed on the trees.
“Bang!!!!”
The dust fell to the ground, and the air waves hit the surrounding trees.
A deep pit appeared and many trees were uprooted and fell to the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, it's really exciting."
Agamemnon easily dodged Marcus' attack, tiptoed a little, and landed on the tip of a huge tree in the distance, looking at the dust-covered area with interest.
"Has this ninth-level superhuman reached the limit of humanity? He looks very young." Agamemnon licked his lips excitedly: "What I like most is to kill geniuses!"
After saying this, he tapped his staff lightly.
Countless poisonous gases surged toward the ground.
Green poisonous gas soon covered the ground, and poisonous snakes that seemed to be formed by the poisonous gas emerged from the soil, spitting out their tongues, looking ferocious and terrifying.
"Super position?"
Toxic gas seeped into the smoke and dust.
Marcus defended himself with battle qi, but was constantly corroded by the poisonous gas.
There were flashes of lightning on his body, and he raised his head and looked at Agamemnon in the distance with a sharp gaze.
Although the enemy was strong, he could not resist his murderous intent.
As a true knight, one must be prepared to die. Die for the monarch, die for friends.
"Kill."
He snorted coldly and walked past the poison gas. Feeling the weakness and increasingly blurred consciousness caused by the poison gas eroding his fighting spirit, his body strength suddenly burst out again, and he leaped towards Agamemnon with the sword and stabbed!
"Tsk. You overestimate your own abilities." Agamemnon sneered.
But he was still somewhat shocked.
The poison gas he just used was a super-level fourth-tier divine art.
But this human, who had only reached the ninth level of transcendence, was able to attack him even when the poison gas was so weakened.
"In that case, I will let you feel what power is." Agamemnon yawned and raised his staff slightly.
"Super-level sixth-level divine art - Holy Poison Confusion!"
Following his cold shout, a green magic circle appeared in the sky.
Countless lusty women formed by the poison gas, only half dressed, rushed towards Marcus.
Marcus's forward body paused, and his eyes became empty.
He inhaled the poisonous gas.
Those lustful women rushed into Marcus' body one by one, and Marcus' skin turned blue and black.
Marcus, who was wrapped in poisonous gas, was just wrapped in the sky.
He was wearing a smiling mask, so Agamemnon couldn't see his expression.
Seeing that Marcus was motionless, he sneered, "What a genius, he has reached the ninth level of transcendence in less than a hundred years. Maybe after a thousand years, he will have a chance to break through the limits of his body. What a pity."
After saying this, he flew slowly towards Marcus with pride, intending to end Marcus' life with his own hands.
But when he got closer, he suddenly saw a flash of lightning in the eye sockets of Marcus' mask!
The arc of electricity filled Marcus' body again.
He moved!
"Combat Skill - Wild Thunder·Light Slash!"
With Marcus's loud shout, he broke through Agamemnon's poison gas, and his body suddenly split into four, surrounding Agamemnon.
The arc reappeared, and four figures crossed each other.
“Sizzle—bang—!”
There was a sudden explosion in the sky, with flashes of lightning.
Marcus, whose body had turned purple and black, fell to the ground. He looked at the explosion site and slowly closed his eyes: "Sir, I'm sorry, I can't continue to conquer the world for you."
The smoke cleared from the sky.
Agamemnon floated in the sky in a daze. Marcus' fighting skills did not cause him much damage. His hair was a little messy. He touched a scratch on his face, put his hands in front of his eyes, and opened his mouth in a daze.
Seeing a trace of blood on his hand, he was stunned: "I...I was beaten by a human?"
After being stunned for a long time, he slowly looked towards the ground and roared wildly: "Damn humans, you are such a despicable race, how dare you make me bleed!!!"
Just as he was about to move, a red light enveloped him.
He frowned, turned his head slowly, and leaned over: "There's someone else here?"