Martin Variety in American Comics

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 veteran warriors, and formed a formation to kill Martin and his team.

Hoof shadows waved their hooves, trampling large pieces of skeletons into skeletons.

Martin waved his spear and flattened a piece of enemies.

But these were just a drop in the bucket.

Martin knew he was doing useless work.

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

If Martin and his team 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 fainted. Can you help now?"

Martin inserted the spear into the ground, and the crystal-like spear energy burst out. Countless lightning snakes jumped along the ground and pierced through all the skeletons.

"The local curse is too unreasonable, and I can't do anything about it!"

Diana pulled out the Lasso of Truth, and danced with gusts of wind pressure, breaking the surrounding skeletons into bone fragments.

"Haven't you been to a similar mausoleum? Give me an idea!"

Diana didn't carry her own equipment with her.

Although the Lasso of Truth is indestructible, it can't break the curse.

"A way, a way?"

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

"Here's the way!"

Martin clamped his legs, and the shadow of the hoof immediately turned around and rushed back to the way he came.

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

One hundred percent of the green power of all things, without any impurities.

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

Those vines that depend on trees suddenly became strong, and their size and attack power increased dramatically. Flower buds grew on the top, opened their mouths wide, grabbed the bones around them, and crushed them directly, swallowed them, and turned them into their own fertilizer.

As we all know, bone meal can make plants grow stronger.

The skeletons kept crawling out of the ground, and the vines that kept growing in size kept eating.

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

Although the power of the Green of All Things is very pure, its quantity is limited, and the range it can affect is not large. But the curse of the resurrected dead and summoned skeleton soldiers is also limited in range.

Even though the skeletons followed the breath of the curse and chased Martin and the other two, they were still forced to fight with the growing plants in one place, and watched Martin leave the range they could reach.

"Ugh!"

Barbara fell to the ground, and the contents of her stomach had been vomited out. She lay on the stone, and after a burst of dry heaves, she could only vomit a few streams of acid water.

Martin took out an injection from his backpack, asked Diana to give Barbara an injection, 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 asleep.

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

Diana looked at the pale face of her friend in her arms and blamed herself.

Martin first installed the tent for them, and then said: "It's too late to say this now. We have gone deep into 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 the way."

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

Martin tried it with the 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 notify someone to come here and rescue you."

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

"At worst, let the Wayne Group dispatch 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 can't withstand the bombing of artillery shells."

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

"Besides, even if my method fails, there is still you, the demigod. When the time comes, you can knock Barbara unconscious and rush out with her."

Having strength means being willful.

Diana didn't answer. She just looked at the starry sky quietly, exuding melancholy and sentimentality all over her body.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Martin didn't disturb him, and built a tent for himself to live in. He also 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 up his pants, looked at Diana's bright eyes, and nodded.

"I hope so too. It has always been my motto to do things from beginning to end. 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 strange thing!"

"Is there something wrong with your brain? Several descendants have forgotten our names. How can there be new people?"

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

Martin was awakened by a gurgling sound. He didn't react at first, but later he realized that the sound in his ears was all Inca language, and it was a very fluent ancient Inca language.

Did I travel to the era when the indigenous people still existed?

He opened his eyes and saw a pyramid illuminated by bright sunshine. Unlike the smooth pyramids in Egypt, the outside of this pyramid was all steps, extending along the tower body to the altar with a huge corona.

Under the tower was a huge lake that seemed to have no boundaries. Under the sun, the waves were shining, and various fish shuttled through it, forgetting themselves.

In front of Martin, there stood a series of illusory shadows, including huge bison, thunderbirds flapping their wings, cats and leopards combing their fur, and water snakes swimming. But more, there were still humans decorated with various complex decorations.

He came to the lake and saw his reflection. His body was also illusory. He held a snake staff and was covered with clothes made of feathers of various colors. He was decorated with gold everywhere.

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

Sure enough!

I became an ancestor in the American pantheon.

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