Black sail

Chapter 62 LXII. Marcus of Cold Harbor

Hundreds of corpses were lying on the coast, blood flowed into rivers, there was lightning and thunder outside the cave, and there was heavy wind and rain.

Some of the rockets broken by the first mate of the black sail landed on the surrounding semi-scratched ships. After igniting the rags and the combustion aids including the boxes, a raging fire burned, which was extremely hot.

Mars drifted throughout the cavern.

You only need to kill this last person, and you can go to sea successfully.

Li Site had an extremely ominous premonition. There were plasma corpses all over the ground, the open coastal plains, the huge ship burning in flames, and the violent storm outside the cave. The stack of talismans was almost full, and it looked like a fucking Boss battle scene.

A thunderbolt fell, and the flash penetrated the sky and the earth in an instant.

Marcus is already a bit old. There are wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His hair is dry, his eyes are completely cloudy and blind. His terrifying metal chin and scratches on his face will not show the kindness of a priest no matter what expression he wears. A, standing on the coast.

Fen never thought that this person would hide such a skill, and he felt relieved when he saw that Li Si Te had received the goods.

"I am a sacrificial personnel of the sect, and there should be no blood on my hands. Now that I have reached this point, there is nothing I can do."

In order to maintain the thoroughness required to sense the Dragon Lord, it is necessary to avoid blood stains and get rid of all distracting thoughts.

But they brought a group of idiots, and Marcus had to do it himself.

Li Si Te and his party got off their horses one after another, and they would set sail by boat soon, so these horses could only be left here.

Marcus was blind, but he had the mind and vision of the unity of heaven and man. He sensed the surroundings through his magic power, and noticed Caruso, Gloria, and the aura of that person.

finally.

He sensed the magic sword in Morrison's hand.

"Has Zahak already lost? Sure enough, he was too young and unreliable. Such a high position was killed by pirates."

The strange spiral sword in Marcus' hand was still churning.

In the royal court of the empire, powerful ministers are in power, so there are countless old officials, and they can't lose their tails. In order to promote students, some people with vain names are sent here, which misses the state affairs.

The so-called sword king's students only learned three moves and two styles, and the masters of the Imperial Arena are only the monthly runner-up. If they are the runner-up of the mainland martial arts competition in September in the middle of the year, then they will make people look up to them.

Fires shot up into the sky, and the storm raged.

Marcus was alone, surrounded by the twelve backbone members of Black Sail, hundreds of crew members, and two foreign aids, without any fear and expressionless face.

Li Site put his tongue on his cheek. This old man is so fucking tough. Even Lieutenant General Zahak Yalan is unreliable. You, an old man like you, are reliable, right? The loess is buried up to your neck. Even though you just chopped down the giant. The hand was a bit explosive, but all members of Black Sail were here. Even if the Emperor came down, he would have to be slapped twice before he could leave.

"At first, I thought about it. I miss you at a certain age, and my brothers are merciful to spare your life. Now I want to leave, it is not so easy."

Li Si Te was a little disdainful, the matter was already a certainty, this old man can still talk hard, his eyes are blind, how can he be so awesome.

"Is it……"

Marcus gripped the spiral sword tightly, noncommittal.

Lister winked at Morrison.

Morrison didn't talk nonsense. He had used up all his throwing knives and arrows. He lifted the toe of his boot and the hatchet beside the corpse on the ground rose up into the air and was held by him. He threw it towards Marcus, spinning wildly in the air. , the power is amazing.

Needless to say, his accuracy goes without saying.

It was only at this moment that Fern discovered the reason why Marcus hadn't been shot before. There was an invisible force field around his body, and anything that entered would be deflected.

So did Morrison's axe, which brushed past Marcus without causing any damage.

The spiral sword is also surging through this force field.

"Huh?"

Morrison was a little interested.

Carloso, who was extremely sluggish, completely lifted his spirits, and instantly came alive, holding the thunder gun in his hand and blasting towards Marcus.

Marcus recited the prayer silently just to show respect to the Dragon Lord. Now the situation was special, and a wooden stake rose out of his hand to resist the power of the thunder gun for him.

In an instant, the thick wooden stake was scorched black by electricity, but Marcus was unharmed.

"I know this person. He is one of the sergeants of the secret witch-hunting department in Old Aram. The emperor did not kill all these people. They are protected by the Eternal Religion. Leave quickly. We can only hold him back. You guys will never be able to defeat him. Immediately Set sail."

Carlos knew that a priest would come, but he didn't expect it to be this person.

"The secret office of the old Alan witch hunt?"

Li Site had heard that the old Aran monarch believed in slander and hunted down witches in order to refine the secret medicine for physical immortality. This secret office directly faced the monarch and had the highest privileges. It not only performed witch hunting, secret surveillance, intelligence work, but also bluffing. He was so good that he covered the sky with one hand in old Syria.

Unexpectedly, the regime has changed, and the remnant party is still sheltered in the Holy See.

"It's really not easy to know my origin. Just hand over that girl and let me take that demon away. This matter will be over, and you can continue to be pirates."

Marcus said calmly.

"Give you a face, right?"

For Liszt, Heywood's tools don't matter, but there is no reason to spit out the meat from Hei Fan's mouth.

Oakes attacked violently, holding a huge knife in his hand, and swung the knife like a thousand pounds.

Marcus held the spiral sword in his hand. He was blind, but he understood everything through the spreading force field fluctuations.

Sparks like waterfalls.

The spiral sword stirred the extra-large knife, and with Marcus's arm, he was able to withstand Oaks's blow, and with one hand, the crazy stirring turned the extra-large knife's blade into a soldering iron and emitted thick smoke.

Li Site couldn't believe it. How on earth could he do it?
“Everything has its weak points.”

Marcus naturally relies not on arm strength, but on magic. The power of magic is blessed on the spiral sword. He is a magic swordsman. He is proficient in the arcane magic of controlling objects and wood element magic, and his swordsmanship has also reached the realm of perfection.

The Eternal Sect is well aware of the importance of the target to be captured, and sent a real... first-class powerhouse.

An invisible invisible force spread out, first pressed the fish gills on Oakes' chest and back, and then pierced into it to tear several openings.

"If you find the weak point, everything is vulnerable."

Marcus put the sutra book into the chainmail with his free hand, and with a powerful slash, the large sword was directly bounced away. Oaks stepped back again and again, and it became difficult to breathe.

Immediately, Marcus pulled his big hand, and the extra-large knife weighing more than three hundred catties was sucked back. He held it with one hand, and the blade was twisted into a spiral by invisible force along with the violent creaking sound.

An extra-large spiral sword has a terrifying power, causing turbulent airflow around it and bursting out with strong winds.

Marcus slashed out with a sword, and the wind... strangled away in a straight line.

Morrison was well aware of the power. He took out his whip blade and danced wildly, blocking all the attacks.

Renxiadi and others did not dare to neglect and used iron weapons to protect themselves.

For a while, the sound of clanging continued, and the ground in front of Marcus seemed to be reclaimed, turning out weird tracks, cutting layers of vortex-shaped ravines.

But where they were not blocked, more than a dozen pirates exploded into a bloody mist, which was extremely miserable, adding a bit of blood to the coast that was already covered in charcoal.

The huge ship was burning, the flames were soaring into the sky, and there was loud thunder outside the cave.

Like stepping on an invisible ladder, Marcus slowly stepped on the "strength plate" imposed by the spell, and walked into the air step by step.

"Even the emperor who slays dragons with bare hands will grow old and die one day. Only time, erasing everything, will return to eternity!"

Marcus said a prayer.

With elemental magic, thick branches proliferated and spread out from under his feet, becoming nearly a hundred stakes and spikes, attacking and killing Li Site and his party.

"Fuck you..."

Li Si Te finally realized that Hei Fan had met the scariest person since its establishment, bar none, because of this big task.

When Li Si Te came out to hang out, he paid attention to three principles, which can be summed up as ruthless people, loyalty, and many brothers.

Everyone is here, even a magic stick can't do it, these years have been in vain.

"The lord of eternity and time, it's a blockbuster. I don't like anyone's words, and I don't give face."

Blood overflowed from Li Site's palm, and the tip of the sword pierced the flesh.

The King's Landing Sword is far more than just for parrying.

(End of this chapter)