Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 85 Ancestral Spirit Martin (Please subscribe, read, recommend monthly tickets, invest in collection)
Boom!

Thunder burst out, blasting a piece of bone into bone powder.

But a few seconds later, more skeletons crawled out from the ground, like experienced warriors, forming a formation and charging towards Martin and the others.

The hoof shadows swung, turning large pieces of bone frames into bone frames.

Martin wielded his spear, wielding the enemies one after another.

But these are just a drop in the bucket.

Martin knew he was doing nothing.

Slaves, colonists and countless adventurers from the Aztec Empire, God knows how many corpses are buried under this land.

If Martin and his men continue to kill like this, even if they fight for a year, they may not be able to kill all these skeletons.

"Diana, your friend has fainted. Can we help now?"

Martin thrust the spear into the ground. Energy burst out from the crystal-like spear body. Countless lightning snakes leaped along the ground, piercing through every skeleton frame.

"The local curse is so unreasonable, there's nothing I can do about it!"

Diana pulled out the Lasso of Truth, creating gusts of wind pressure that blew the surrounding bone frames apart into bone fragments all over the sky.

"Haven't you been to a similar mausoleum? Give me some ideas!"

Diana did not carry her own equipment with her.

Although the Lasso of Truth is indestructible, it cannot break the curse.

"Method, method?"

Martin swung his spear to sweep away the skeletons that were rushing towards him, and his eyes caught sight of the vines fluttering in the shadows, trying to entangle the skeletons that had crawled out of the ground.

"Here's the solution!"

Martin squeezed his legs together, turned around immediately, and rushed back the way he came.

He pulled out a bottle of green juice from his backpack. It was the juice left by the ancient giant tree summoned by Poison Ivy.

100% green power of all things, no impurities added.

The usage is simple and rough, just throw it on the ground.

The vines that depended on the trees suddenly became stronger, and their size and attack power all increased dramatically. Flower buds grew on the top, and they opened their big mouths, grabbed the surrounding bones, bit them directly, and swallowed them, turning them into their own fertilizer.

It is well known that bone meal can make plants grow more vigorously.

Skeletons kept crawling out of the ground, and the growing vines kept eating.

Neither side could defeat the other, and Martin, who caused all this, took advantage of the chaos and ran away.

Although the power of the Green of All Things is pure, its quantity is limited and the scope it can affect is not large. However, the curse of the resurrected dead and the summoning of skeleton soldiers also has a range limit.

Even though those skeletons followed the breath of the curse and chased Martin and the other two, they were still forced to fight with the powerful plants and watched Martin leave their reach.

"vomit!"

Barbara fell to the ground, having vomited out everything in her stomach. She lay on the stone, and after a few bouts of dry heaving, she could only vomit a few streams of acid.

Martin took out an injection from his backpack and asked Diana to give Barbara an injection first, and then fed her a few anti-nausea pills.

In this way, Barbara's condition stabilized, and she fell into Diana's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

"I should have listened to you and turned back in time instead of stubbornly moving forward just because of my own interests and causing Barbara to suffer like this."

Diana looked at her friend's pale face in her arms, and she blamed herself. Martin set up the tent for them first, and then said, "It's too late to talk about this now. We are already deep in the forest. Not to mention electronic products, even the compass may fail soon. We can only rely on the sun and the stars to guide us."

Diana put Barbara into the tent, took out the map, looked at the stars in the sky, and determined her location.

Martin tried it again using a compass and the old method, confirmed that it was correct, and nodded to Diana.

"We can't go any further today. If I'm still on Earth tomorrow, I'll definitely notify others to come here and rescue you."

Diana sat on the ground, hugged her legs, looked up at the stars, and asked, "Are you sure someone can get deep into this place?"

"At worst, we can ask the Wayne Group to send planes to bomb this place. This is not the age of magic. No matter how powerful the emperor is, he is still a dead man and cannot withstand the bombardment of artillery shells."

Martin was confident. It might be difficult to deal with a living great magician, but bombing was the most effective method to deal with a corpse that had been dead for who knows how many years.

"Besides, even if my method fails, you, a demigod, are still here. When the time comes, you can just knock Barbara out and rush out with her."

Having strength means being willful.

Diana didn't answer. She just looked at the starry sky quietly, exuding a melancholy and sadness.

Martin did not disturb him. He built another tent for himself to live in, scattered insect repellent around, and set traps to prevent wild animals or other things.

"Good night, Diana, I'm going to rest!"

"I hope to see you again tomorrow."

When Martin heard this, he stopped zipping his pants, looked into Diana's bright eyes, and nodded.

"I hope so too. It has always been my creed to finish what I started. No matter what happens tomorrow, I will definitely get you two out safely."

"Thank you!"

Diana opened her red lips slightly and reached out to gather her scattered hair behind her head.

Martin nodded to her, lay down in the tent, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

"There are new people coming. This is really a rare thing!"

"What's wrong with your brain? Several of our descendants have forgotten our names, how can there be new people?"

"So where did this strange soul come from? Could it be an enemy?"

Martin was awakened by a series of gibberish. He didn't react at first, but later he realized that what he heard was Inca language, and it was a very fluent ancient Inca language.

Have I traveled back to an era when indigenous people still existed?
He opened his eyes and saw a pyramid illuminated by bright sunshine. Unlike the smooth pyramids in Egypt, the exterior of this pyramid was covered with steps that extended along the tower body to the altar where a huge corona was placed.

Below the tower is a huge lake that seems to have no boundaries, with waves gleaming brightly under the sun, and various fish swimming around in it, enjoying themselves.

In front of Martin stood a number of illusory shadows, including a huge bison, a thunderbird flapping its wings, a cat combing its fur, and a swimming water snake. But more often than not, there were humans adorned with all kinds of complex decorations.

He came to the lake and saw his reflection. His body was also illusory. He held a snake staff in his hand and was covered with clothes woven from colorful feathers, with gold decorating every part of his body.

"Welcome, welcome, strange ancestor. Although I don't know where you come from, welcome to this country built in the image of the gods."

really!

I became an ancestral spirit in the American pantheon.

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