Chp. 41 A bomb ignited...

"Tsk tsk tsk… I thought it would be a swarm of S-class beast but just a bumpkin orc riding a weak B-rank Hill boar wearing shitty armor. Just kill them like this and don't bother me again…" the young man did not see the faces in front as they were covered by the other A-rank teams from his sight and sent a lighting bolt towards Marc as soon as he saw him.

*CRACKLE*

*BOOM*

"See that? That is how you clean up animals like that, who would have thought that a single Orc could deter all of you here. Bunch of trashes…hmmm? Your still alive? Well eat this tra-" the young man was about to send more spells to Marc but he was suddenly hit by a full powered aura pressure from Marc.

"So you all want a fight that bad?" Marc said and this time the four behind him stood up and released their full blown auras towards the crowd. The beast in the back were also not shivering in fear anymore as they roared, hissed and barked as they felt the anger of the beast lords towards the humans.

{{{This idiot!}}} the three on front were stunned at the sudden attack of the young man behind them that they were not able to react in time when Marc went on battle mode.

"Very well, let us see how you will all kill us in the Wildlands!" The Tyrant Bear roared as he stood up while glowing tattoos made up of runes and glyphs shone on his fur.

"RIBBIT." The Poison Marsh King gave a low sounding croak that suddenly made the weaker people faint as the vibrations stunned them.

"*Snort*" the Spirit Ox Lord snorted his nose and it produced a gust of wind that blew the fog around them two kilometers back. This time everybody saw the gigantic beast lords as well as the hordes of angered beast behind them.

The Behemoth's eyes shone red as he felt insulted that an insect dare claim to kill all of them. It bellowed a deafening roar that reached back towards the Wildlands where many herbivorous beasts were alerted.

They looked up and stared into the direction of the Fog Mountains, and then the adults of the herds started bellowing back as they ran towards the Behemoth's position.

*ROAR!!*

The Tyrant Bear was not to be outdone as he too roared calling those that answer to him, most were other species of bears in the Wildlands but some were carnivores that were also strong in their account too.

The three Saints in front understood the calls and were also looking towards the Tyrant Bear who spoke the common tongue, which means all the words of the young man behind them was understood and translated to the beasts.

"YOU FOOL!" Pettun was red faced angry as he looked at the still oblivious man who was stunned by Marc's pressure.

"Wait my friend, this is a misunderstanding. We did not mean to do that at all, that was just the actions of a young foolish man." Bertun was angry at the fool that suddenly attacked but he still tried to calm the situation down.

"Is that so? It seems pretty deliberate to me? Isn't he a son of a Duke of your Kingdom?" Imelia said as she silently sent a message to her granddaughter to leave immediately but also found a way to distance Marc from the Portwest Royalty.

"Yo-you!" Bertun was shocked that Imelia exposed the background of the kid.

It was at that moment the Butler beside the young man realized how his young master might have brought a great danger to the people. He was still recovering slightly from the sound attack of the Poison Marsh King as well as the others as well.

"Hi-hiek!! S-stop him! Ki-kill him!!" the young man somehow did not notice still as he was not able to process what was really happening but for his perspective he felt he will die if he does not have Marc stopped.

Behind him the ten slaves besides the three he uses as sex slaves jumped without hesitation as they were compelled by their collars to follow his orders, while five more other than the sex slaves stood emotionlessly behind him.

"Young Master don't!!" the butler tried to stop his Duke's son to make things worse but he was too late as the guy pulled out a Thunderer's Rune. It was a rune made by the Ancestor of the Duke's family that stored a full powered attack of the Sage himself.

Out of fear as the young man felt the touch of death for the first time ever he hastily pulled out the strongest of his life saving items and released it towards Marc.

"STOP THAT YOU FOOL!" Pettun ran towards the young man but the rune has already locked on to Marc and this time a larger and stronger Lighting Bolt shot towards him.

The Adventurers were shocked as well as the Soldiers of the Kingdom as the lighting felt like it would be able to destroy a city in no time.

Marc had already felt the danger of the rune so before the young man could lock onto him he pulled out his spear and placed large amounts of aura into it like he did before.

As the rune locked onto him he is already in a throwing position, Imelia has already retreated in a safe distance but she still helped the bystanders as she waved her hand and they flew away from the area of the young man.

Bertun hastily also placed defensive runes around the army as well as the others as he knew it was too late as everything happened so fast. The Behemoth stomped its leg raising earthen walls to cover the beasts as well as the beast lords.

As Marc released the spear it was also when the lighting is now flying towards him. He did not think much but all he could think of is that someone is attacking him so he will retaliate.

*BOOOOM!!*

As the two attacks collided it produced a shockwave that pushed the fog back again and sent it farther back. The slaves that were going towards Marc was near the point of contact of the two attacks and was swept by the explosion.

"OINK!"

Bacon was not fazed as he buried his hooves on the ground making a groove as he was being pushed back by the shockwave. While those that were caught in the explosion were not so lucky, but it was mostly the men of the young man who spoke earlier as Imelia did not care to save them.

Marc was totally confused, he did not show much hostility but how come he was suddenly attacked. He knew that him coming with the four behind him seemed dubious but he never thought anybody would try to attack him as soon as he appeared.

The conversation of the three saints were quick so Marc only stopped for a few moments when he was suddenly attacked out of nowhere by a young man who said words that now angered the four behind him.

He had wanted a diplomatic way of solving this but who would have though hostilities started as soon as he arrived. Now he is thinking of how to pacify the Beast lords to not launch a full scale attack, he looked into the Soldiers and adventurers knowing that they were totally not with the loud mouth kid earlier.

It took a few moments for the dust to subside but Marc already thought of a way to approach this.

"I came to be civil about this, but who would have thought you all would greet me with such ill will. Very well, other than that kid that spoke earlier I will let everyone else leave…" Marc said in a voice loud enough for everybody to hear.

"My friend you cannot! His ancestor will deem you his enemy if you kill the kid." The dwarf lord patted his robe as he emerged with the adventurers and soldiers he protected.

"Friend? Don't get so familiar with me… after this the Wildlands will not welcome any of you anymore. Before we will ignore the lost souls but now we will not stay silent." Marc said those words to calm down the beast lords behind him.

He knew the Tyrant Bear was still translating the words here, so he must make it seem he is taking their side and condemn the ones in front. But Marc was just trying to gain them a chance to retreat beyond the fort.

"There is nothing to discuss now, if you are still here in the fog then I will not be blamed on what will happen to you if you stay." Marc then looked towards the young man earlier who still seemed shock and was sitting on the ground with his robe wet from piss.

In front of him Saint Pettun was standing making Marc think the guy was the protector of the kid.

"Leave…other that the brat the others leave…" Marc said as he had bacon go towards the sniveling kid.

"…" Saint Pettun was looking at Marc then towards the young kid, he really wanted to smack the kid and beat him to a pulp as they were not able to start a conversation due to his idiot brain.

"I SAID LEAVE!! LEAVE AND NEVER SET FOOT INTO THESE MOUNTAINS AGAIN, I SHALL LET YOU LEAVE INTACT FOR NOW BUT IF ONE! I MEAN ONE SETS FOOT IN THE WILDLANDS THEN WE WILL KILL WITHOUT IMPUNITY!!" Marc roared as he glowed amber with his aura at the ready to fight.

'Come on man I am giving you a way out of this…' Marc was thinking this in his mind as he felt the four behind him is now ready to attack.