Martin Variety in American Comics

"Don't move me!"

Martin stopped Rachel from trying to help him and said to the girl, "Although the sword is powerful, it is not something that mortals can use casually.

In just a few minutes, I have put all my energy into it, and my whole body is about to fall apart."

Martin was not exaggerating. His lips moved slightly, his chest rose and fell, and the muscles in his upper body twitched gently, as if someone was pulling back and forth on his body with a saw.

If he hadn't been holding the sword, he would have fallen limply to the ground.

Rachel stopped her hand from patting Martin's shoulder, blinked her big eyes and asked with concern, "Where are you injured? Is it serious? What do you need to do to treat you?"

"Don't be nervous, don't worry about it, as long as people are alive, nothing serious will happen."

Zatanna looked around and made sure that there were no living people in the base, then pushed Rachel away, walked to Martin, and stretched out her hands to press several parts of his body.

"Sister, can you be gentler?"

Although Martin was in great pain and had a grimacing face, he did not shout out, but gritted his teeth and gave Zatanna advice.

"You are a man, are you afraid of this little pain? Where did the posture you had when you confronted the Three Palaces Demon just now go?"

After close contact, Zatanna realized that Martin was actually just an eighteen-year-old boy, and he was not as tough as he showed just now. He turned from a cold statue into a living person.

"Nonsense! It's not you who is in pain, so of course it's easy for you to talk."

Martin turned his head and stared at Zatanna, with the four words "I'm not happy" written all over his face.

"Besides, confronting the Three Palaces Demon is inevitable. If I don't act tough, everyone will lose their lives! Now the battle is over, you can't let me continue to endure the pain and hardship!"

The resentment in Martin's words has broken through the sky.

Zatanna looked at his bullied look, couldn't help laughing, and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Look at your sourness!"

Hiss!

Martin closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and suppressed the pain from all parts of his body.

"There is nothing wrong with your body, it's just that you are over-exerted and your body can't bear it. Just rest for a few days."

"It would be great if we could rest for a few days!"

Martin sighed and said to Zatanna: "Have you found the son of Sangong Mo?"

Zatanna was taking out various potions from her pocket and mixing them on the spot to prepare potions for Martin to relieve physical pressure.

Hearing Martin's question, her heart skipped a beat: "Not only did I not find the body of Sangong Mo's son, I also didn't see the Earth Spirit Pearl!"

"That guy ran away!"

Martin missed Senior Brother Taiwu a little. He had a lot of pills on him. If he took a pill, he wouldn't have to play the role of the Thinker Statue like now.

"When we were confronting Sangong Mo, Sangong Mo's son took the Earth Spirit Pearl and plunged into the land, taking the opportunity to escape from the battlefield."

"What does he want to do?"

Rachel came up to him and asked impatiently.

"What else can be done? It's nothing more than the son wanting to become the father, and the person being ridden wanting to become the one riding on the head of others. There are only a few things in the mind of that kind of person, nothing new."

Martin has seen too many of the sons of Sangong Mo who escaped.

They claim to be rebelling against their father, but in fact they still abide by the system established by their father. Even if they climb to a high position, they are just a clone of their father.

"Of course, the ability of Sangong Mo's son is average, but he has the Earth Spirit Pearl in his hand. Once he escapes to the city, God knows what big trouble he will cause."

"Moreover, the city spirit is collecting the spirit pearls, and the whereabouts of the fire spirit pearl are unknown. Although the people chasing Rachel are believers of Sangong Mo, they are not members of the Blood Brotherhood."

Various things are intertwined, as if dark clouds are pressing over Los Angeles.

How can Martin relax when the storm is coming?

He said to Zatanna: "When will your potion be ready? We still have many enemies to deal with, so we must speed up!"

"Although I also want you to stand up immediately, my potion is not a universal wish-granting machine. Even if you drink it, you can't recover immediately."

Zatanna heard what Martin said and felt the great trouble she was facing.

She regretted not leaving with the circus, but now that things have come to this, she can only find a way to kill those bastards who don't want others to live a good life.

"Let me try!"

Rachel couldn't get a word in on this kind of thing involving planning and strategy, so she could only tinker with her magic on the side.

Hearing about the treatment, she became excited, raised her hands and jumped up, and said proudly: "I just discovered a new superpower that can immediately restore Martin to his best condition."

"Are you sure?"

Zatanna said to Rachel seriously: "Girl, this is not a joke. If Martin has any accidents again, we will have to deal with the bastards in Los Angeles."

"Come on!"

Martin didn't care much about his own body, and encouraged Rachel: "My body is strong, you can use it casually, be bold, nothing will happen."

With Martin's encouragement, Rachel nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice.

She stretched out her two hands, and purple-black magic emanated from her hands, like flowing water, climbing up Martin's shoulders and gradually covering his body.

Martin looked at the magic power crawling towards his neck and said half-jokingly: "Girl, you have to concentrate! If you lose your mind at this time, my neck will be twisted off!"

"Go to hell!"

Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled her hands outward. The magic power pulled the invisible pain out of Martin's body and swallowed it into her body.

"Ah--"

Rachel endured the pain on Martin's body, but she didn't have Martin's willpower. She couldn't bear it at all. She fell directly to the ground and shouted in pain.

This is the ability Rachel just discovered.

She can achieve the purpose of treatment by absorbing the other party's pain into herself. She will bear the same pain, but can recover in a short time.

The treatment is not limited to physical, magical or psychological injuries. Even if it is a fatal injury, as long as there is a breath, it can pull the person back.

"Nonsense!"

Martin's body has indeed recovered to a strong state. He didn't care to look at his body. He shook his head helplessly and hurriedly lifted Rachel's head with his hands.

He used the little remaining vitality in his meridians and passed it into Rachel's body, guiding the girl who had begun to roll her eyes to mobilize her magic.

Although Rachel's consciousness was blurred, her body, which had been accustomed to the flow of magic, was led by Martin to operate on its own.

Purple-black magic emerged from her body, covering Rachel, and turned into a jelly-like state, swaying and very elastic.

The pain that was pulled out of Martin's body swayed left and right in the magic, without a solid body to borrow strength. After rebounding for a while, it disappeared.

"Ahem!"

The pain disappeared, and the magic body became flesh.

Rachel was like a drowning person who was rescued. She grabbed Martin's sleeve, gasped for breath, and looked very terrified.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay!"

Martin gently comforted the girl's emotions, allowing her to get rid of the panic of losing control as soon as possible.

"This kind of thing, the first time is new, the second time is familiar. With this experience, I will be proficient next time I save people."

Rachel stood up and said with fear: "The main reason is that the pain in your body is too intense. I feel like I am about to be drowned by that pain."

"Oh my God, how can you bear this kind of pain and still chat with Zatanna normally?"

"Get used to it, get used to it!"

Martin didn't know how to explain his magical life to Rachel.

He said a few perfunctory words and prepared to leave here.

Zatanna was a little regretful because she didn't find their assets in the lair of the Blood Brotherhood.

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

Touching corpses is the biggest source of extra income for mages. Constantine's magic props were almost all snatched from the hands of the enemy or stolen from the tomb.

But there was nothing in the lair of the Blood Brotherhood, it was empty, except for the things of the Three Palaces Demon, which made Zatanna very disappointed.

Although she was not short of money, the feeling of returning empty-handed was very unpleasant.

Martin comforted Zatanna a few words and promised to draw a few talismans for her and give her some pills after the matter was over.

Zatanna did not accept Martin's kindness, but she was no longer angry.

Everyone walked out of the mountain. Martin waved his hand to dispel the wind and rain in the sky. The first thing he did was to contact Senior Brother Taiwu.

West Los Angeles, black community.

Since Constantine brought Taiwu into this community, there has been no shortage of eyes staring at them, not only black people, but also white people and Latin Americans living below the poverty line.

They looked at the strangers who broke into their community vigilantly, communicated with the people around them, and guessed the identity of the strangers.

A blond, white-skinned white man wearing a windbreaker, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looked very ruffian.

An Asian in a robe and long hair, holding something that looked like a mosquito repellent in his hand, dressed strangely.

Such a combination is too strange and it is difficult not to attract people's attention.

In slums like black communities, people often divide into many different groups, stick together, and are wary of people from other groups.

As prosperous as downtown Los Angeles is, places like slums are as dark as they are.

Although this international metropolis looks open, there is no place for slums, whether you are black, Latin American, Middle Eastern, Asian, or pure white.

As long as you have no assets, or once had assets but fell. Then the once prosperous big city will become a hell on earth where people are eaten without spitting out bones. After eating you up, throw you into the slums and continue to serve as a landscape for the wealthy to feel superior.

Of course, only Taiwu looked at the dirty and messy streets and uneven houses and sighed in his heart.

Constantine, who was puffing smoke, only whistled at the beautiful women passing by on the street, and didn't care about the lives of the people around him at all.

He himself lived in a hell on earth, and could only maintain his enjoyment through various bad habits, and could not have any sympathy for those who lived a worse life than him.

"Let's go find Midnight Daddy. Although that old guy is a conservative bastard, he is one of the most experienced mages in North America."

"Even if all the mages in Los Angeles disappeared, nothing would happen to that old guy."

Constantine took a half -rooted cigarette in one breath, spit out a smoke, dismantled new cigarettes, stuck in his mouth, and continued to suck.

"Your heart is messy, it's dangerous!"

Taiwu waved out of the dust, dispersed the smoke in front of him, reminded Constantine

"Yes, yes, big handsome guy, my heart is messy, and I can't calm down, so what do you want?"

Constantine was like a hedgehog. He was full of thorns, no matter what the outsiders were against him, he would be stabbed with blood first.

However, Taiwu didn't care about this. There were too many troubles he had ever seen. People like Constantine but still had bottom lines could actually get along.

Moreover, Taiwu can understand the irritability of Constantine.

After being reminded by Martin, the two in Los Angeles were looking for the magicians hidden in human society, but they had nothing to do.

The friends of Constantine moved away, and no news was left, and all the assets were processed clean.

One person is an accident, two people are coincidental, and three people are in trouble.

Constantine dealt with the devil all year round. He is too familiar with this feeling. He seems to have seen that the people hidden in the dark have opened the big net and are waiting for them to walk in.

"Don't let me find a person hidden behind the scenes. Otherwise, I must throw him into the deepest part of hell, so that the flame of hell will always burn the other's soul."

Constantin said, but the pace never stopped, and soon went deep into the black community.

There are also tramps on the streets, and they have become various gangsters. They gather in three or two, and everyone has a short shot that is not easy to find.

"Don't care about these garbage, let's go forward."

The eyelids pulled down slightly with Constantin, glanced at the gangsters, greeted Taiwu and hurriedly followed, do not fall behind.

They walked into the alley and started turning around, like walking into a maze.

This is the place where Constantine said at midnight dad's old antiques. This is the 21st century. The other party is still playing with a fortress and fixing his old nest in one place.

This is afraid that others will not find him!

If you want to kill him, you don't even have magic. As long as you buy a few drones and tie the bomb, you can cause him to be difficult to solve.

"This maze is built very well!"

Taiwu recalled the route he had walked, and couldn't help praising the midnight dad who built the maze.

"That old guy is targeting us. The person who opens a bar will usually not start this maze."

Constantine's mouth seemed to be open. He said that the words of Dad in midnight just exported, and a group of black strong men with guns appeared in front of him.

He stepped back carefully and heard Tai Wu's reminder:

"Don't go back, there are people behind!"

Taiwu's ears moved, and they knew that someone behind him had appeared, and the number was not less than those in front.

Constantine threw away the cigarettes in his mouth and sucked half of the cigarette, retreated to the wall, and said to Tai Wu with a smile: "Avenue, it depends on you now. I am a smoker who loves smoking. , I won't work against such a group of people. "

Taiwu didn't speak, throwing out the dust, took a step forward, facing the strong man blocked on the front and back sides.

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