BXBX NOVEL Chapter 659 Party Crashers
Looking towards the disturbance Marcus saw a young man with light brown hair and a strong looking build.
He was practically frothing at the mouth and glaring at Marcus and Mrazivý while surrounded by a number of snacks and now broken glasses from the table he had flipped over.
‘I guess that must be Marquis Krenston’s son.’ Marcus thought as he looked at the guy who was casing an uproar.
This was the first time he was actually seeing Mrazivý’s former betrothed, but from his loud announcement it was clear who he was.
He also knew for a fact hat he had not been invited, and it was apparent that he had snuck in by dressing up as a server.
A quick scan of the room and Marcus was certain that the Marquis was not here along with his son who was likely acting on his own.
‘What they hell is this dumbass doing here. All this is going to get him is disinherited and ostracized at the best. And at the worst he will be disowned and become a criminal. Not to mention that with what has happened to Loursend recently, he should be in his city helping to get it back on its feet.’ Marcus thought as he let out an exasperated sigh.
Nevertheless, there was nothing he needed to do here.
A knight who was stationed in the hall as security was already making their way to Marquis Krenston’s son, ready to put an end to his outburst..
Yet as the knight approached and tried to escort the nuisance out, he suddenly pulled out a mithril sword from a small magic bag he had concealed and slashed at the knight.
Caught off guard by this sudden attack the knight was unable to fully dodge, and the blade sliced into his side and a splatter of crimson stained the floor of the hall.
It was not a fatal wound, but the knight had to back off and gain some distance while the entire crowd of people gasped and looked out in horror.
“Marcus Ferrous, I will have you head for the dishonor you have shown me by stealing my bride from me! And Mrazivý you will bow at my feet and beg me for forgiveness and to take you back or you will meet the same fate!” Marquis Krenston’s son shouted.
‘What the hell is with him. Is he crazy or just that stupid? After a declaration like that all that awaits him is an execution.’ Marcus thought as he shook his head.
Though as he looked back at the man who was staring at him with murderous eyes, he saw that they were bloodshot, and it honestly it looked like the guy was unhinged.
Still Marcus nor Mrazivý even acknowledged the fool, and it was not long before more knights came rushing in and had him surrounded.
‘I am surprised that he is level thirty-three. That is a bit higher than I thought it would be. Oh, and his name is Syver. Wait! His status reads enraged and enthralled.’
With his current level of creature appraisal Marcus was able to see the full status barring any unique or supreme skills of anyone twelve levels under him. And as he looked over Syver’s, he saw that he was under the effects of two status conditions.
First was enraged which made him violently angry and unable to form logical thoughts. But the second was far more disconcerting as he was enthralled and being manipulated by an outside source.
‘What the hell is going on? Someone must be controlling his mental state with magic or some sort of skill.’
Looking around Marcus tried to see if there were any bad actors using this as a distraction, but what he saw was far worse than he imagined.
Dozens of men in black cloaks came running into the hall, with some even crashing through windows.
This was no longer just a disruption from a single disgruntled person, but a full-on attack from numerous high-level combatants.
Immediately Marcus and Mrazivý went into battle mode.
They had fought numerous battles and even been through a war. There was no way that they would be slow to react to a sudden threat like this.
Unfortunately, a majority of the nobles and wealthy merchants that were around were not as used to battle as Marcus and Mrazivý, and the venue descend into a panic.
Of course, there were some that had plenty of battle experience and high levels, but with so many running around and panicking it became difficult for a counter offensive to be mounted.
On the other hand, the assailants cared not who they killed, and those that were close by and were not combatants themselves or nearby a knight were quickly cut down and left in a pool of blood.
‘Damn they even have some over level fifty among them. Wait I recognize that name.’
Going around and sending out rapid fire appraisals Marcus wanted to get as much information as he could when he came across a name he knew.
He had never met this person, but he recognized the name since they were a high-ranking member of the criminal syndicate known as Permafrost that he had taken down.
This man was one of those that had managed to escape capture, and now knowing about his involvement in this attack, it was clear that the majority of these attackers were remnants from Permafrost.
Knowing this it was clear why they were here. The kingdom had credited Marcus with gathering most of the evidence that was used to bring the criminal organization down and now they were here to kill him.
A number of the attackers went right for him, but they were not of any consequence.
‘Vorpal Fang.’
With one wide slash from his scythe Marcus cleaved the three attackers in half at the waist, cutting through their armor with ease.
They collapsed on the ground nearly dead as their torso’s were separated at their wastes and blood flooded out of their bodies.
After taking out the first attackers, Marcus scanned the area as he looked for where he would be most impactful.
‘James is already engaged with the strongest one so no need to worry there. Frostine and Kalt are surrounded by royal knights and are beign led away. Ah, that guy is fairly strong and the three knights fighting him could use some help.’
Having quickly analyzed the situation Marcus was about to make his move when he felt his danger sense going off from behind him.
However, before he could react, he saw Mrazivý leap forward and swing down her adamantine saber.
A pained scream followed, and Marcus heard the clang of metal hitting the floor.
Behind him Syver was now missing his right arm and the mithril sword he had been wielding was cut clean through by Mrazivý’s superior skills and weapon.
In the confusion he had managed to break out of the encirclement of knights that had him surrounded and made an attempt on Marcus’ life.
Now though he was disarmed literally and figuratively, and no longer any threat at all.
Or at least he wasn’t until he pulled out a syringe of viscous and dark grey liquid that Marcus recognized.
It was the same drug that Jared had used when Marcus blew of his leg and gave him a huge boost in power as well as the ability to regenerate.
“I will not be denied! I will kill you! I will kill all of you!” Syver screamed like a madman as he emptied the contents of the syringe into his veins.