Martin Variety in American Comics

Facing the dozen claws coming at him, Martin pointed with his left hand, and the end of the staff suddenly flashed a dazzling light, and pushed forward, like a multi-kilowatt searchlight directly hitting the claws' faces.

The modified claws did not have the same nerve reaction as ordinary people. They ignored the strong light and continued to rush towards Martin.

But at the moment when they were covered by the holy white light, the surface of their bodies bulged with bags the size of index fingers, crawling under the skin like insects, as if something was about to run out of these claws.

Martin stuck his cane into the ground to ensure that the holy white light would shine on everything around him for a long time.

And he stood up and stabbed straight, the tip of the long sword in his hand pierced the belly of a claw, turned his wrist, stirred the possible internal organs of the claw, and then pulled to the right, the blade tore open the belly, and the remaining force instantly chopped the neck of the right claw and slashed directly.

There was no blood.

Martin seemed to be swinging a sword at a group of paper people.

He stared at the transparent liquid flowing out of the torn stomach, and the silk thread connecting the head and body, and cried out that it was not good.

These claws were a step further than the previous batch of transformations. The flesh and blood of the whole body were replaced by transparent liquid. They only maintained their human form and only had the most primitive instincts.

But these claws are more dangerous than the intelligent ones.

Martin wanted to draw his sword and retreat. He first observed the actions of these transformations for a while, and then considered how to deal with them.

The head that was cut off and still connected suddenly healed, and bit the long sword with a grunt.

Two claws were in front, using their shadows as shields, and the other claws hid in the shadows, shooting Martin from two directions.

How did these guys suddenly become so smart?

Martin raised his eyebrows, brushed his left hand over the hilt, and two lines of inscriptions appeared on the mirror-like smooth sword.

One side was "Strike the enemy and eliminate evil"!

The other side was "Protect justice at all costs"!

Boom!

The inscriptions on the sword glowed and burned, and nothing caught fire.

The claw biting the long sword was boiled instantly, and the flames gushing out of the sword boiled and burned the transparent liquid that replaced the human tissue, and then evaporated.

Martin grabbed the hilt and pulled it outward, and the blade tore the neck of the claw in front of him, and the head fell off, no longer able to maintain the shape of a head.

He drew an arc in front of him with the long sword, and the flames bursting out of the sword body gushed out, turning into an arc-shaped fire wall, burning all the bullets fired into molten iron.

The claw whose head was cut off did not die, and the transparent liquid that replaced the body was still wriggling, trying to squeeze out a head.

"Why is a non-living creature so obsessed with the head?"

Martin sneered, despised the transformers of these creatures in his heart, and then stabbed the burning long sword straight into the claw's chest.

"Fire and steel are what the original evil fighters held!"

His voice rushed up to the clouds, like thunder, as if the gods had issued their unquestionable orders to the world.

Those creatures made of transparent liquid had no feelings, and naturally no so-called emotions.

But after Martin issued the order, these dead things began to fear the steel sword burning with flames, and no longer just focused on charging at Martin.

They retreated from the place illuminated by the flames, and were surrounded by the holy white light, but still felt uncomfortable, so they retreated again, retreating to the river bank that had been flooded by the river.

Martin pulled the sword out of the claw, and the flames burst, blowing the claw's body into countless liquid metal beads.

And as soon as these metal beads fell to the ground, they went to look for other beads, trying to merge into one again.

"Why does Gotham always have such strange things."

Martin pulled out the cane stuck in the ground, waved it upward, and the river water that was rushing towards the crack in the ground turned around, raising huge waves, like a giant's hand rumbling on the shore.

Boom!

The island in the middle of the lake, which had been wrapped by the river, was swayed by the huge waves. Most of the claws that retreated to the river were flattened directly, and the few that jumped into the river by chance were also swept back by the current.

Martin stepped on the waves, took advantage of the thrust of the water flow, wielded the flaming sword, and killed the claws that tried to resist the whirlpool of the huge waves.

They were afraid of fire and steel, and swam deep into the river.

But the fire of justice can be ignited anywhere. Although the river water was icy cold, the flaming sword followed the thrust of the river and caught up with the claws. The sword tip took advantage of the situation and split the claws into several pieces.

The claw bodies that sank into the river, and the claws that were flattened were severely damaged by the spell, but they were not alive, and there was no such thing as injury. They just tried to gather together based on the pre-set program.

Martin stood on the waves and had no intention of fighting with these things.

Although these things were eager to fight with him all day, Martin had no time to waste here.

He waved his cane as a brush, drew a black curse symbol out of thin air, dropped it into the river, and then pulled the cane back.

Splash!

The river water swirled and poured back into the sky, forming a huge water dragon column, which engulfed all the claws and mixed them with the black curse symbol. The curse gradually merged into the claws.

No mistakes!

The transparent liquid that replaced the flesh and blood tissue was stained with the black curse and gradually began to petrify. To be more precise, it was losing its ability to move.

The amber gold in the claws was very special. It was very difficult to change its properties with magic. Instead of wasting effort to petrify the claws, it was better to bind them directly.

Seeing that the claws were about to be covered by the curse, they suddenly scattered into countless metal balls, scattered in the water, trying to take the opportunity to escape.

"I knew that there must be someone controlling these things."

Martin did not try to stop the claws from escaping.

The scattered metal balls did not get rid of the curse. Instead, each ball was followed by a small rune, and the degree of curse was even deeper.

When they gathered again, the power of those small runes was superimposed, and the power of the curse was greater than before the split.

"Magic itself is an unreasonable skill. Don't think about running away if you stick to it."

Martin smiled slightly as he looked at the claws swimming towards him and trying to struggle to death.

His curse was not powerful, but it was a special alchemical creation that followed him like a shadow and was specifically targeted at the claws.

Martin no longer had the interest to fight these guys. He blew a breath from his mouth, which passed through the cane and turned into the north wind in winter, turning the rushing river water under his feet into a huge ice block.

The claws were just about to touch Martin, but they could never do it.

They were cursed to lose their ability to move and become part of it forever.

Martin waved his cane and cut the ice block out of the river, shrinking it to the size of his palm and putting it together with the claws.

Then, he walked along both banks and left the Massacre Swamp, which had changed drastically, after confirming that there was no magical aura here.

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