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Chapter 215 Ancient Tyrants (Please subscribe, read, comment on monthly tickets)
If Black Adam heard Martin's thoughts, he would definitely sneer!

In order to get revenge, he could kill his nephew without hesitation, seize his power, and backstab Shazam.

How could such a person care about so-called morality?

Even his anger towards those mercenaries was fake. The reason he fought them was simply that he wanted to vent the frustration that had been sealed for thousands of years.

Watching the living people being roasted into charcoal by his own thunder, Black Adam's anxious heart was relieved by the long-lost comfort.

His interest grew, and he deliberately slowed down and began to enjoy the hunt.

Boom!

The dark clouds expanded as Black Adam moved forward. Flashing bolts of lightning, as their master wished, burst out from the clouds from time to time, rumbling towards the fleeing mercenaries on the ground.

Without the protection of special instruments, Black Adam could easily chop these people into charcoal, but he deliberately let the thunder fly past the mercenaries.

Injuring them but not killing them forced them to flee in panic like frightened wild animals in the wilderness.

Black Adam enjoys the thrill of controlling their lives and becomes a hunter tracking his prey.

Martin's frown was illuminated by the thunder falling from the sky. He looked at the hunting game going on on the ground, and the dissatisfaction in his heart almost overflowed.

He is not a moralist and has a neutral view on killing, but he absolutely cannot accept Black Adam's behavior of treating killing as a game for fun.

As one after another was pierced by the lightning and turned into charcoal, Martin's desire to talk to the King of Kandak became less and less, and instead a bow and arrow appeared in his hand.

Set, the god of war, Ness, the goddess of hunting, and Sekhmet, the lioness.
The blessings of gods appeared on Martin one after another, layer upon layer. The divine light alone made him look like he was wearing a gorgeous robe, making him hard to ignore.

The bow in his hand was slowly pulled open, and the breeze blew over the tail feathers of an ordinary arrow. The dust moved along the bowstring, forming waves.

And he merely mobilized part of the power of those gods.

"No more running!"

The person who recruited Adriana to Kandak said to the mercenaries who were pulling him, "I don't want to run, and I can't run anymore. The king of ancient Kandak was hunting foxes. He could have killed us directly, but he deliberately let us escape.

He is enjoying the pleasure of controlling other people's lives. When we run out of energy, he will kill us all."

"Boss, no matter what that thing that crawled out of the coffin thinks, we have to survive!"

The mercenaries are not as relaxed as the intellectuals. They only know that they have to survive, and how to survive is not important at all.

Frankly speaking, as mercenaries, they had done well enough. They resisted for a while under Black Adam's attack and did not run away immediately, which was already very good.

"If you want to run, go ahead! I can't run anymore anyway!"

The person in charge was not really unable to run. He was aware of the legend of Black Adam. It was just that this magician from ancient times possessed power that was no less than that of Superman.

Faced with such a superhuman, their small number of people is totally insufficient.

Of course, he could also shout Superman's name now, and the man in the red cape would surely arrive immediately to save them from Black Adam.

But thinking of his boss's methods, the person in charge fell silent again.

He sat down on the ground, waved his hand and said to the mercenaries, "Consider it a good deed for me to stay here and buy you some time to escape. Although you will definitely not be able to escape in the end, the only difference is that you will die sooner or later."

Listening to the rumbling sound constantly ringing above their heads, these mercenaries knew that their self-destructive boss was not exaggerating.

But they still want to survive.

"Then take care of yourself, boss! If we get out, we will definitely come back to collect your body."

The mercenaries said this, but they all knew that this would never be true. Those killed by Black Adam were turned into charcoal, and no corpses were left.

The person in charge waved his hand again, and the mercenary ran away without looking back.

Rumble, Black Adam caught up with thunder, and when he saw the mortal sitting on the ground, an expression of surprise appeared on his rock-like face.

"Mortal, why don't you run?"

Black Adam's voice spread through the thunder in the sky, rumbling like a god.

The person in charge sitting on the ground faced the raging thunderstorm, his face turned pale, his whole body was shaking, and he had lost control of his body.

This is a normal phenomenon. When ordinary people face irresistible forces, it is inevitable that they will lose control.

But he still insisted, "I want to run, I want to live, but I really can't run any more. Rather than being treated as prey by an old antique like you, I might as well be brave. Dying standing is also a decent ending."

The person in charge did not stand up, but his courage was no less than that of those who stood.

The contract that Black Adam signed with the gods allowed him to understand different languages. Although he had never heard of English, he was able to understand what the other party meant.

He did not have any appreciation for the tough responsibility, and like a normal king, he flew into a rage: "This is Kandak, my kingdom. Mortal, you can only kneel before Black Adam and obey the king's orders."

"I've already given you a great favor by giving you the chance to escape. You actually dared to have your own thoughts. That's unforgivable!"

Black Adam is like an angry lion king. Although he does not have lush beard and hair, the thunderstorms flying in the dark clouds have already supported his dignity.

"You want to die quickly, but that's impossible. You will be tortured and die in pain. This is your punishment."

hum!
Black Adam raised his right hand, and dazzling light gathered in his palm. Lightning snakes leaped outward, piercing through the air and emitting a burnt smell.

Now he is truly alone and without an executioner, he can only punish this mortal himself.

But he couldn't pick up the torture instruments and torture the man, as that would be too unkingly. So he gathered lightning and prepared to cut the mortal into pieces.

The jumping thunder surrounded Black Adam's palm, slowly rotating like a nebula. Each thunder became the sharpest knife in the world, jumping continuously, and couldn't wait to tear the flesh and blood of the mortal in front of it into pieces.

"Be grateful. If I hadn't lacked an executioner, I would have put you in the square in front of the palace and used all the punishments on you."

Black Adam's palm glowed, and Thunder flew through the air like a fish in clear water, rushing towards the person in charge who was lying on the ground.

Boom!

A loud bang echoed throughout the entire underground city. Black Adam was knocked several kilometers away and crashed directly into the palace, where he was buried by fallen rocks.

Of course it was Martin who took action!

He wasn't sure how strong Black Adam was, so he took a little longer to accumulate strength.

It didn't matter if he killed him. He couldn't stand the other person's behavior of using human lives for fun. They probably couldn't become friends, so he was more ruthless. Martin pulled the bow to full draw!

The divine power that had been spreading outward endlessly suddenly stopped as his strength surged. The sound of the wind around him disappeared, and even the air stagnated for a moment.

Then he loosened his hand and the arrow shot out silently.

It was like a meteor streaking across the sky, tearing apart the dark clouds covering the underground city.

Countless thunders hidden in the clouds lost control, just like beasts out of a cage, pouncing on the flying arrows, trying to tear them into pieces.

But the arrow did not stop and flew straight past. The crazy thunder suddenly paused for a moment, and then began to twitch wildly, as if it felt that it had been pierced through and the fate of disappearance was approaching them, and it wanted to make a final struggle.

But no matter how they struggled, the thunders were shattered and turned into countless fragments, falling from the sky like star rain.

Black Adam sensed the approaching danger, but the power he could mobilize in such a hurry was too little.

No matter how much he wanted to fight back this fierce attack, he had to succumb to reality and transfer all his strength to his body for defense.

From Black Adam releasing the thunderbolt to attack the person in charge, to Martin releasing the arrows to attack him, it all happened too fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the arrow had already pierced Black Adam's chest.

Relying on the strength bestowed by the god Amon, Black Adam used his muscles and bones to clamp the flying arrow, preventing it from hurting his internal organs.

But the terrifying power contained in the arrow shaft burst out instantly, and he was unable to resist and was blown away.

"Are you the unknown pharaoh recorded in the mural?"

The person in charge looked at a shadow flying towards him and wanted to thank it, but after seeing the other party's attire clearly, he couldn't help but become surprised.

Although he unleashed Black Adam, he did not expect to be able to see the characters on the mural and come back to life.

According to the records on the murals, the nameless pharaoh was cursed by priests throughout Egypt and abandoned by the gods.

"Who I am has nothing to do with you, get out of here!"

Martin waved his hand and had no good attitude towards this person.

Although he rescued people, just because Black Adam's behavior disgusted him more didn't mean that he liked these mysterious people from Metropolis.

"Thank you, thank you!"

What else can the person in charge say? It’s not easy to save a life, so of course we have to cherish it.

He got up from the ground, mumbled a few words of thanks, and started to run away, not wanting to stay in this place any longer.

Martin never turned around or looked at the other person, but with his left index finger he lightly drew a rune in the air and used the earth to capture the other person's real name.

As long as he is on this land, his every word and action will not escape Martin's eyes and ears.

Martin completed both tasks, saving people and releasing bait, and then looked at Black Adam who had crawled out of the fallen rocks.

Black Adam pulled the arrow out of his chest. Although the arrow head had some kind of divine power attached to it, the wound on his chest healed quickly.

As the main god of the city of Thebes and one of the most famous sun gods in Egyptian history, Amon's blessings are still very valuable.

Click!

The furious Black Adam broke the arrow in his hand into two pieces, pointed at Martin and shouted: "Despicable Egyptian Pharaoh, you cruel oppressors actually dared to appear on the land of Kandak, haven't you been taught a lesson by my thunder yet?"

Black Adam's words were full of anger, pride and pride. He had defeated many pharaohs, nobles and priests and won independence for Kandak.

From this point of view, he is indeed a successful challenger to the Pharaoh.

But it doesn't mean much.

Egypt itself was a place full of city-states, and the pharaohs of each small state were killing each other. No matter how many people Black Adam killed, it would be meaningless, as he was still ruled by the order of the gods and was no different from the pharaoh he hated.

But Martin didn't say this to him. He just asked curiously, "You signed a contract with two sun gods. Why did you give up the power of the sun and choose thunder instead?"

"Pharaoh of Egypt, whatever power I use has nothing to do with you!"

Black Adam waved his hand impatiently and didn't mention the matter at all.

In ancient times, the boundary between Egypt and Kandak was not actually clear. It was nothing more than the relationship between city-state clusters and city-states.

So when Black Adam gains power and takes revenge on the nobles, the pharaohs in the Egyptian city-states will support their allies.

Therefore, Black Adam began to hate Egypt as well.

He looked at Martin, rubbing his hands and said, "I was initially worried that I would be sealed for too long, and you guys would disappear in the long river of time, and I would have nowhere to take revenge."

"But fate still favors me. When I opened my eyes, I saw a pharaoh. I was able to twist your head off with my own hands to vent the pain that I had been sealed in for so long."

"Do you think too highly of yourself?"

Martin felt both amused and annoyed.

This Black Adam really fits the characteristics of a king in the slavery era: arrogant and self-centered.

This guy must have just signed a few contracts with the Egyptian gods, so why would he fight Martin?
Not to mention the layers of blessings from the gods, the power of Atum, the original creator, god of dusk and the sun, alone is enough to destroy the power of the two sun gods Amon and Aten in Black Adam.

But Black Adam obviously didn't know Martin, let alone the existence of the nameless pharaoh. He took him as an ordinary Egyptian ruler and was determined to challenge him.

"I will tear your head off in a duel, and your blood will flow in every corner of Kandak. Victory will always belong to me."

Black Adam was the first to greet his family.

He strode forward, and the dark clouds in the sky gathered again. Lightning snakes fell from the sky, leaping along the ground and spreading in all directions, becoming the vanguard of his attack.

“It’s so simple and crude!”

Martin didn't dodge and rushed forward.

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