I, the invincible strong man, was deceived by the system for 100 years

And just when Borg returned to the territory to look for Lynch and inform him of the news.

Marcus, found a clue.

He discovered the source of the poisonous gas, a well next to the Wingman tribe's settlement.

The Yiren tribe is a harmonious and beautiful tribe. In the past, they would gather together when they ate food, and their eating time was extremely regular.

In order to be grateful to nature, they will drink a sip of the well water of the earth when eating, and collectively thank the mother of the earth.

Obviously, the Winged Human Race was recruited while eating.

As a knight who has been on the battlefield all year round, he has the ability to track.

"Brother Dao, please help me hold a funeral for a friend of the Yiren Race, I still have some things to do."

Marcus did not explain to Brother Dao, but chose to face it alone.

As far as he was concerned, it was his business, not the rest's.

A true knight must know how to be loyal and sacrifice.

He has friendship with the Fengrao Tribe, even if he goes to take revenge, that's his business.

He knew very well that he might not be able to beat the opponent, but he would not tell Lynch about the matter and ask Lynch to help him take revenge.

As a knight, he needs to think of his lord, not let his lord serve him.

And he is also very clear that his potential has reached the limit, if he can't kill the opponent, then he won't have a chance in the future.

"Number two, don't you want to"

Brother Dao looked at the well and had a bad feeling.

Marcus didn't answer, he comforted his flying dragon familiar, and rushed towards the jungle alone.

"It's over, it's over. The enemy can kill 8000 people with poison, he." Brother Dao looked at the place where Marcus left, a little anxious, and hesitated to speak.

Can he beat it?
Feeling anxious, he hurriedly asked the clansmen to bury him, and flew back on a flying dragon.

Traveling all the way, it takes two hours to return to the territory
In a forest, an ancient giant tree with a height of 30 meters stands.

Marcus held the huge sword in his right hand, his shoulders were erect, his face was cold, and he looked straight at the person in front of him.

"why?"

He asked the man in front of him coldly.

The other party's purple hair was a little messy, and there were four bloodstains wiped out with fingers on his face. His skin was pale, but he looked a little handsome.Wearing a purple leather armor, holding a purple staff, cynical.

His name is Agamemnon.

"Why? What are you talking about?" Agamemnon scratched his head and asked curiously.

As a demigod from the heavens, he came to the land of divine grace just after he came down from the mortal world.

And fortunately, he met a group of winged people. Winged people, but he was the most annoying guy in ancient times.

After poisoning a wingman of a tribe, he was still a little secretly happy.

But when he was doing nothing, Marcus found him and asked him why, which made him feel a little interested.

"The Abundant Tribe, Wingman." 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.

"Yeah? You mean those Wingmen? It turns out that their tribe is called the Harvest Tribe. Hehe, they still believe in the Goddess of Harvest, a bunch of stupid guys." Agamemnon sneered, and said to Marcus: "Then I will answer. Go ahead, stupid mortal, because... I hate wingmen the most."

The most hated wingman!

Those with power are often unscrupulous.

The reason why the Fengrao Tribe was massacred was simply because they were hated.

Marcus didn't like the answer.

"Combat Technique - Thunderbolt lore!"

Without saying a word, the lightning flashed on his body, and he rushed towards Agamemnon.

Electric light filled the forest around him, and the trees were all flickering with electric arcs.

"boom--!!!"

The dust and smoke fell to the ground, and the air waves hit the surrounding trees.

A deep pit appeared, and many trees were pulled up and fell to the ground.

"Tsk tsk, it's really exciting."

Agamemnon easily dodged Marcus' attack. He tiptoed a little and landed on the tip of a giant tree in the distance, looking at the place covered by smoke with interest.

"Has the ninth-level extraordinary human being reached the limit of human beings? He looks very young." Agamemnon licked his lips excitedly: "My favorite is to kill geniuses!"

After finishing speaking, tap the staff lightly.

Countless poisonous gas rushed towards the ground.

The green poisonous gas soon covered the ground, as if a poisonous snake formed by poisonous gas sprang out from the soil, and the long snake spat out letters, which was hideous and terrifying.

"Super position?"

In the smoke and dust, poisonous gas seeps in.

Marcus defended with fighting spirit, but was always corroded by poisonous gas.

Lightning flashed on his body, and he looked up at Agamemnon in the distance with sharp eyes.

Although the enemy was strong, he couldn't resist his killing intent.

As a true knight, one must be prepared to die.Die for the king, die for your friends.

"kill."

With a cold snort, he crossed the poisonous gas, feeling the weakness caused by the poisonous gas erosion and his increasingly blurred consciousness, his body strength burst out again, and he jumped towards Agamemnon with his sword, stabbing!
"Hey. Overthinking one's abilities." Agamemnon smiled disdainfully.

But he was still a little shocked.

The poisonous gas he used just now belongs to the super-level fourth-order magic.

But this human being, who was only at the ninth level of extraordinary, was able to attack him despite being weakened by such poisonous gas.

"In this case, let me let you feel what power is." Agamemnon yawned and raised his staff slightly.

"Super Rank Sixth Divine Art - Holy Poison Confusion!"

With his cold shout, a green magic circle appeared in the sky.

Numerous bewitching smiles made of poisonous gas rushed towards Marcus with only half a strand of wisps on their bodies.

Marcus's forward figure paused, and his eyes became empty.

He inhaled the gas.

Those women rushed into Marcus' body one by one, and Marcus's skin turned black.

Marcus, who was wrapped in poisonous gas, was just wrapped in the sky.

He wears a smiley mask, and Agamemnon cannot see his expression clearly.

It can be seen that Marcus is still, and he sneered: "What a genius, he has reached the ninth level of extraordinary in less than a hundred years. Maybe after a thousand years, he will have the opportunity to break through the limits of his body. Hey, what a pity."

After speaking, the proud he flew towards Marcus slowly, intending to end Marcus' life with his own hands.

But when he was approaching, he suddenly saw a flash of lightning in the eye sockets on Marcus's mask!
The arc flooded Marcus's body again.

He moved!

"Combat Technique - Violent Thunder Light Splitting Slash!"

With a loud shout from Marcus, he had already broken through Agamemnon's poisonous gas, and his body split into four, surrounding Agamemnon.

The electric arc reappeared, and the four figures crossed.

"Bah—boom—!!"

In the sky, there was a sudden explosion and lightning flashed.

As for Marcus, his body had turned purple and black. He fell towards the ground, looked at the place of the explosion, and slowly closed his eyes: "Sir, I'm sorry, I can't continue to fight the world for you."

The smoke cleared from the sky.

Agamemnon floated in the sky in a daze, and Marcus' combat skills did not cause much damage to him.His hair was a little messy, he touched a scratch on his face, spread his hands in front of his eyes, and opened his mouth in a daze.

Seeing a trace of blood on his hand, his eyes were lost: "I was injured by a human?"

After being stunned for a long time, he slowly looked towards the ground and roared wildly: "Damn humans, you despicable race, how dare you make me bleed!!!"

Just when he was about to move, a red light enveloped him.

He frowned, turned his head slowly, and turned sideways: "There are still people?"