Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 210

Sri Lanka... One country!

Peter, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene, only to feel the sullen breath in his chest dissipated, and excitedly waved his fist.

As it should be!

Kill these inhuman bastards!

Let them also have a taste of what it's like to have their life taken away by someone else!

...

The Zealots are in total chaos!

They are just a group of perverts who pursue immortality. They are not well-trained blood fighters. Although they are aloof and remote in front of an ordinary person, they are almost crushing in the face of Matt. When they were violently slaughtered, they inevitably had a feeling of fear, and their morale dropped to the extreme for a while!

"Don't be afraid, everyone, he is only one person!"

"Use a magic whip, bind him!"

With one person's reminder, all Zealot all reacted, and the orange-yellow magic light lit up in his hands.

slash~

With the orange magic energy beating, the sorcerers threw out a magic chain, intertwined with each other in the air, forming a picture of hiding the sky and covering the earth The big net falls!

"Oops!"

Matt brows tightly knit, and the situation turns against him!

Originally, he thought that with the killing just now, he could effectively deter this group of sorcerers with weak psychological qualities, but didn't expect someone to wake up so quickly, and in turn use binding magic to deal with it. he!

Seeing this scene, Peter, who was hiding in the dark, raised his heart to his throat, subconsciously wanting to charge ahead. But the action of getting up has not been completed, and the reason of following closely from behind prevailed, forcibly pressing him to the spot.

"No...no!"

Peter recalled Matt's instructions, without his signal gesture, he must not go out rashly, and had to hold his own forcibly. Impulsively, continue to hide in the dark to observe.

In the battlefield, the Matt movement method is moving vigorously in the gap of the magic whip.

If there is one word to describe the effect of the magic whip, it is: useful, but not very useful.

Although the number of magic whips has doubled, it has effectively limited his movement space, but unfortunately, the release speed and aiming head are too disordered and in a mess, so they still can't stop his killing pace!

When the two sides are compared, the gap is immediately apparent!

The level of these Zealots is quite limited. The most destructive power Spell in hand is the Space Blade, which is a weapon that compresses space into a blade-like weapon. Because it is essentially a broken space, it is sharp. The extent and destructive power are enormous.

The problem is...

Space Blade is close combat magic!

All the Zealot sorcerers present saw how terrifying Matt's close combat was.

Bunch of sorcerers have a headache!

What should I do?

close combat close combat can't be beat, but long-range can't be hit.

At this moment, the Zealots felt powerless from the bottom of their hearts, how annoying it is to face a warrior who takes a sharp position and damages the table!

peng peng peng ......

The stick shadow swept out an afterimage, knocking several Zealots flying.

Matt looked around, noticing the Zealots who were about to unleash their magic, while approaching the children in the center.

"Quick, stop him!"

"He wants to sabotage the sacrificial ritual!"

The rest of the Zealots saw Matt's daggers, The sword pointed at the children who were regarded as sacrifices, and the face was instantly stained with a touch of extreme enthusiasm, and they rushed up regardless of life and death!

"Fuck, a bunch of lunatics!"

Matt complexion slightly changed, scolding inwardly.

The morale of this group of people was low even a second ago, but when they saw that he was going to destroy the sacrificial ritual, they immediately seemed to have changed their personalities, as if they had incarnated into members of al-Qaeda with a frenzied expression on their faces. Rush up to stop him!

"Space Blade!"

"Winds of Vatum!"

"Crimson Gaze!"

"Magic Whip!"

For a time, between the energy of red and orange, all kinds of magic bloomed in Zealot's hands!

Facing the impact of the Zealots' fierce and unafraid of death, Matt managed to dodge dozens of deadly attacks with his flexible movement method. shed blood.

"Don't even think about destroying our eternal life!!!!"

A Zealot charged with excitement, as if he was on a stimulant.

"courting death!"

Matt expression congeals, his legs were slightly bent, his hind legs suddenly exerted force, the ground shattered like a cobweb, and both hands held steel rods and slashed down!

The steel rod momentum is big, power is deep, and the man's head exploded like a watermelon, and the milk-white sticky substance mixed with blood spurted out.

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

Matt turned the stick with both hands, bringing an afterimage around him, keeping everyone out.

huhuhu ~

The dense stick wind and afterimage can't even splash water, let alone a person.

After the death toll increased exponentially, the Zealots' brains suddenly calmed down and found that the idea of killing Matt by human life seemed unlikely to come true!

Even if Quincy Bloodline is not fully awakened, but possessing one of the basic abilities, looting spirit particles, causes Matt's physical strength and regeneration speed to be much stronger than ordinary superhero, realizing the pseudo sense of 'can always be Hit it down ' this sentence!

In other words.

Only if not fatal injuries, or heavy injuries, the first person to be consumed to death can only be Zealot, not Matt.

The killing continues.

The Zealots didn't step back, attacking like lunatics, but they still couldn't stop Matt's progress!

Seeing that the sacrificial ritual is getting closer and closer, Matt seems to have been beaten with blood, and he swings the stick faster in his hand. The crowd fell down like wheat!

Ten meters...

Five meters...

Three meters...

One meter...

Matt was bathed in blood, and behind him were the fallen bodies of the Zealots. He was like a sharp awl, completely using single- Handedly, forcibly chiseled through the Zealots' defensive man wall!

"Monster!"

"He's not human!"

Zealot cried out in horror.

As Matt was about to step into the sacrificial ritual with a steel rod in his hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a sharp tearing pain came from his abdomen.

Shh...

Matt lowered his head in disbelief and saw a transparent blade-like blade slowly piercing his abdomen.

"We met again..."

A familiar voice came from behind, Matt turned his head stiffly and saw a pair of deep cracked eyes. Black pupils.

It is the Zealot leader, Kaecilius!

“pu!”

Matt spurt a mouthful of blood, swayed a few times, and nearly fell to the ground.

"Stupid!"

Kaecilius wiped the blood on the space blade with a mocking sneer on his face: "I spared your life last time, didn't expect you dare to come back?"