Martin Variety in American Comics

In Martin's adventure career, magic is one of the problems he has to face repeatedly.

It is also a magic prop, perhaps a magic book handed down from ancient times, or a magician and a monster...

In these adventures, he has seen a lot of magic, elemental magic, transfiguration, mind magic, necromancy, etc.

But he is best at naming magic, which is the first magic in a certain world. There is no need to accumulate magic power or medium to cast a spell.

As long as you master the name of something, you can further control the shape of the object of the spell, and even control their spirit.

A profound master can even name invisible things, or distort the names of existing things to create new objects.

Martin does not have such power without changing his identity, but all the knowledge in his mind is enough to deal with the villains of the Court of Owls.

After determining the direction, the butterfly transformed by the name of Nightwing's great-grandfather's tombstone flew straight out of the cemetery.

Martin followed behind, wondering where the Court of Owls might be hidden.

Sewer?

He didn't think so. Those guys who believed in Barbatos might be mentally ill, but that didn't mean they were ascetics.

Otherwise, these scum living in the shadows wouldn't specifically trouble the Wayne family and want to rob their assets for pleasure.

Just as Martin was thinking about what spells he should prepare for the Court of Owls, the butterfly flying in front suddenly stopped, fluttered in the air, and turned around and flew deep into the cemetery.

"This is not a good sign!"

Martin muttered, slowly followed the butterfly, and raised his yew cane, alert to everything around him.

Soon, the butterfly transformed by the tombstone came to the edge of the woods next to the cemetery, and like a young swallow returning to its nest, it couldn't wait to throw itself into a shadow and disappeared.

"Hide the shadow, show your form!"

Martin smashed the yew cane to the ground, roared, and the invisible wave swept across everything in front of him.

Everything covered by the shadow, whether it was animals, plants, or living and non-living things, became clear.

Although these things look the same as usual, if an ordinary person walks by and takes a look, he will be surprised to find that he can recognize each thing and call out their names accurately.

This also includes the claws wearing black armor and owl helmets.

"You guys who hide during the day and come out at night are really fast!"

Martin crossed his cane across his chest, not feeling strange, just regretful.

Although Barbatos cannot directly interfere with this world, it is still no problem to point the way.

Unfortunately, these guys came to Martin, how can Martin find the nest of the Court of Owls...

Wait!

Martin looked at the five claws in front of him, his eyes lit up: "I was worried that I couldn't find the lair of the Court of Owls with just a name. Now that I have you, my worries are solved."

"Don't be too arrogant, wizard!"

The claws transformed by William Cobb made a voice colder than a robot: "Be careful of the Court of Owls, always monitor your travel.

Watch Gotham City from the dark, hiding in the attic between the low walls.

He is with you at home, and he is also there when you sleep in the bed.

Don't mention his name, the claws will find your head."

"Now we come to take your head!"

"You sing well, let me see how good you are?"

Martin laughed, stood in place and hooked his left index finger to the claws, without even the desire to draw his sword.

The claws were not enraged, they were just resurrected corpses, and their only desire was to complete the verdict issued by the court.

When Martin laughed and hooked his fingers, they felt that they saw a flaw, waving their weapons, and rushed towards the target at the same time at a speed beyond the human limit.

Martin still stood still, but turned his right wrist, raised the tail of the yew cane, and the ground shook. An arc-shaped rock wall instantly rose to block the impact of the claws.

He knew more than one kind of magic.

The claws were stunned. They didn't expect Martin to be able to cast magic instantly. They quickly moved to find other attack angles.

Martin's eyes flashed coldly, and he held the cane with both hands and knocked forward. The rock wall shattered, and large pieces of rock rotated into long stone cones, like blooming flowers, flying in all directions.

The five claws moved flexibly among the rock cones that were on their faces, dodging and retreating, but they couldn't withstand too many rock cones, and their bodies were hit with fist-sized blood holes.

Martin saw torn muscles, spurting blood, broken bones, and even internal organs flowing out of the stomach.

These killing machines pulled out the rock cones that had pierced their bodies expressionlessly, and torn pieces of flesh could still be seen on the cone heads.

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They had no reaction to this inhuman pain, as if they had no feeling at all.

And those fist-sized wounds healed in the blink of an eye and became as good as new.

"Super healing, no pain and still maintaining rationality, you are indeed a perfect killing machine for ordinary people."

Martin touched his chin and examined the claws.

The claws had no psychological activity and asked directly: "You actually made an evaluation? Underestimating the enemy is a taboo."

They suddenly took out their submachine guns and pulled the trigger on Martin, launching a sneak attack.

The Martin bullet poured him like a rain curtain, but gently shaking the cane and whispered: "Fall, wing without wing!"

After Martin was given a wing -free thing, the bullets fired at him all fell to the ground weakly and lost the ability to fly.

Then, he used a cane to a few sharp claws: "Losing the self -will, it is a dead thing, not to move!"

The sharp claws that were about to run away heard the sound of the spell sound. The legs that had just opened were stiff, and the body fell on the grass, and his body returned to the state of the dead body.

Martin came in front of these sharp claws, holding a cane with both hands, and whispered: "It's not my light enemy, nor is my arrogance. Instead, you who are half -dead, you only take out the attitude of playing games."

He stabbed a few sharp claws with a cane and determined that they would not instantly become ash, and said, "Okay, you should take me to the old nest of the owl court. Help you get rid of this life. "

"We can't betray the court."

This should have been impassioned, but it is not emotionally undulating from the machine -like sharp claw mouth.

"Then I use my own way!"

Martin took his ears with his little finger and said, "By the way, what animals do you like? If you don't answer, I decide it myself."

The claws were silent for a while.

"Don't answer, then I am not polite. The pair of pawns are aligned with the paw.

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