Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 210: Kaecilius Arrives

When Peter, who was hidden in the dark, saw this scene, he felt that the anger in his chest had dissipated, and he waved his fist in excitement.

It should be like this!

Kill all these inhuman bastards!

Let them have a taste of the feeling of their lives being taken away by others!

...

The fanatics were completely in a mess!

They were only a group of freaks who pursued immortality. They were not well-trained iron-blooded warriors. Although they acted high and mighty in front of ordinary people, when facing Matt's brutal slaughter that was close to crushing, they could not help but feel fear. Their morale dropped to the extreme!

"Everyone, don't be afraid. He is only one person!"

"Use the magic whip to tie him up!"

With the reminder of one person, all the fanatics reacted. Their hands lit up with orange-yellow magic light.

Ci la la ---

As the orange-yellow magic energy pulsed, the mages threw out magic chains that intertwined in the air, forming a huge net that covered the sky!

"Shit!"

Matt frowned. The situation was disadvantageous to him!

He had originally thought that with the massacre just now, he could effectively intimidate this group of mages who were not mentally strong, but he did not expect that someone would wake up so quickly and use a binding magic to deal with him!

Peter, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene. His heart was in his throat. He subconsciously wanted to rush out, but before he could get up, his reason gained the upper hand and forced him to stay where he was.

"No... no!"

Peter recalled Matt's instructions. Without his signal, he could not rashly go out. He had to forcefully suppress his impulse and continue to hide in the dark to observe.

On the battlefield, Matt moved through the gaps of the magic whip.

In a word, the effect of the magic whip was that it was useful, but not very useful.

Although the number of magic whips had multiplied, it effectively limited his activity space.

Unfortunately, the release speed and accuracy were too chaotic, so it was still unable to stop his killing pace!

When the two sides compared, the gap was obvious!

The level of these fanatics was quite limited. The most lethal spell in their hands was the Spatial Blade. It was a weapon that compressed space into the shape of sword's blade. Because it was essentially a broken space, the sharpness and lethality were great.

But the problem was...

Spatial Blade was a close-combat spell!

Everyone present had witnessed how terrifying Matt's close-combat skills were.

The swinging steel rod, which was like a tiger dancing in the wind, and the fierce astral winds that burst out when it cut through the air, all of these mages felt a headache when they felt the terrifying power of a fracture if they were touched!

What should we do?

We can't win close combat or long-range combat.

At this moment, the fanatics sincerely felt powerless. How annoying was it to face a warrior with sharp positioning and explosive damage!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The staff shadow swept out an afterimage, sending several fanatics flying.

Matt looked around, paying attention to the fanatics who were preparing to release magic while approaching the children in the center.

"Quick, stop him!"

"He wants to destroy the sacrificial ceremony!"

When the rest of the fanatics saw the dagger in Matt's hand and pointed at the children who were used as sacrifices, their faces were instantly filled with extreme fanaticism, and they rushed forward regardless of their lives!

"F*ck, a bunch of lunatics!"

Matt's expression changed slightly, and he cursed in his heart.

This group of people were clearly in low spirits a second ago, but when they saw that he was planning to destroy the sacrificial ceremony, they immediately seemed to have changed into a different person, as if they had transformed into members of the base organization, and rushed forward with fanatical faces to stop him!

"Spatial Blade!"

"Wind of Vatum!"

"Crimson Gaze!"

"Magic Whip!"

For a moment, red and orange energy surged, and all kinds of magic bloomed in the hands of the fanatics!

Facing the fearless attacks of the fanatics, Matt relied on his flexible movement technique to barely avoid dozens of fatal attacks, but he did not have three heads and six arms, so it was inevitable that his body was covered in wounds.

"Don't even think about destroying our Immortality Ceremony!"

A fanatic rushed up with a face full of excitement, as if he had been injected with stimulants.

"You're courting death!"

Matt's eyes narrowed, his legs slightly bent, and his hind legs suddenly exerted force. The ground cracked like a spider web, and he hacked down with the steel rod in both hands!

The steel rod smashed down with great force, and the man's head exploded like a watermelon. Milky white sticky substance mixed with blood sprayed out.

Before he could catch his breath, another seven or eight fanatics rushed up.

Matt spun the long stick with both hands, leaving behind a series of afterimages around him, blocking everyone outside.

Huhuhu---

The dense wind and shadows of the stick could not even be splashed by water, let alone a single person.

After the death count increased, the hotheads suddenly calmed down and found that it seemed impossible to use human lives to kill Matt!

Even if the lineage of the Quincy was not fully awakened, the plundering spirit, which had one of the basic abilities, led to Matt's physical strength and recovery speed, which was much stronger than ordinary superheroes, and achieved the meaning of' can keep fighting '!

In other words.

As long as it was not a fatal injury or a serious injury, the first person to be exhausted was only the fanatic, not Matt.

The killing continued.

The fanatics did not retreat a single step. They attacked like madmen, but they still could not stop Matt from advancing!

Seeing that the sacrificial ceremony was getting closer and closer, Matt seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. He waved the stick in his hand even faster, followed by the sounds of tendons and bones broke along with the splashing blood. The group of fanatics collapsed like wheat!

Ten meters...

Five meters...

Three meters...

One meter...

Matt was bathed in blood, and behind him were the corpses of the fanatics. He was like a sharp awl, completely cutting through the defensive human wall of the fanatics with his own strength!

"Monster!"

"He is not a human!"

The fanatic was horrified and let out a cry of fear.

Matt held a steel rod in his hand and was about to step into the sacrificial ceremony when his pupils suddenly shrank. There was a burst of tearing pain in his abdomen.

Chi...

Matt looked down in disbelief. He saw a transparent sword blade slowly pierce through his abdomen.

"We meet again..."

A familiar voice came from behind. Matt stiffly turned his head and saw a pair of deep black eyes with cracks in them.

It was the leader of the fanatic organization, Zealot, Kaecilius!

"Pfft!"

Matt spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed a few times and he almost fell to the ground.

"Stupid!"

Kaecilius wiped the blood off his spatial blade and sneered, "I spared your life last time. I never thought that you would still dare to come back."