Martin Variety in American Comics

Nightmare got up from the ground. He looked at the shadows that kept surging around him, like waves covering all the retreat routes around him.

In those deep shadows, Nightmare felt the power of death, which was a kind of rule that even he, a creature in the dream, could not violate.

"Humans cannot master this level of death power. What on earth are you?"

Nightmare's eyes, which only had two rows of teeth, kept bumping up and down. He wanted to leave by death, but he didn't dare to bet on the other party's power.

Martin shook his head and didn't explain his origins: "What does this have to do with you? Your ending has been determined, that is, to disappear completely from this world."

His words were cold, and he was not going to leave this guy to Morpheus to deal with.

Because even if he didn't use the power of death, he could see the blood debts that Nightmare carried.

Those whose eyeballs were cruelly dug out by Nightmare did not leave this world after death. They were driven by resentment and anger, and they always pestered Nightmare, the culprit.

Mortals cannot observe the situation of souls, but Nightmare, as a creature of dreams, can see it clearly. Instead of dispelling these souls, he enjoys the pain of these dead people.

Martin really doesn't know how Morpheus created such a pervert, especially since he seems to like to control the dead through sex.

"I haven't seen a pervert like you for a long time. I really don't know how that cold guy Morpheus created you?"

Martin stopped Batman and told him not to worry.

"It's too troublesome to deal with this mysterious creature. The key is that their body is not everything. It's useless to destroy his body."

Batman has also been learning about magic recently. He knows how troublesome it is to deal with undead creatures like Nightmare.

"Don't worry, things like Nightmare are not complete lives. Look at him, he has been in human society for decades, and he has been killing people and sleeping with people."

Martin directly belittled Nightmare to the point of being worthless: "This is a pure beast, it is not an intelligent life at all, it has no self-control, and it doesn't know what the future will be."

"Enough!"

Nightmare, surrounded by shadows, listened to Martin and Batman discussing him wantonly, and became furious: "A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. If you two want my life, just do it. Are you trying to humiliate me by chattering there?"

"Oh, it turns out that you are still a person with a temper!"

Martin took two steps forward, looked at Nightmare and said directly: "I am humiliating you, so what?" How? You are a murderer, a madman, a pervert, not a hero who died bravely, and you are not qualified to choose your own way of death. "

"Most people in this world don't know what they want. They are confused, ignorant, and muddleheaded like lambs wandering on the grassland."

Nightmare roared with all his might: "All I have done is to make them understand the true meaning of life and make their empty and meaningless life meaningful. They should thank me."

"I thought you would have some insights, but you just said a bunch of meaningless nonsense."

Martin was still a little curious about Nightmare and wanted to see what was special about this guy who took the initiative to escape from the dreamland, but he was greatly disappointed.

"You use this kind of rhetoric that can't even fool teenagers to deal with me. Are you stupid or am I stupid?"

"I'm just saying what I really think in my heart. This world..."

"Very good, now we can be sure that you are stupid!"

Martin was too lazy to listen to his nonsense: "Let's end it all!"

"Finally, I have always been curious about what kind of power the agent of death will have."

Nightmare was just pretending to be calm. All his previous actions were based on the premise that he would not die.

This is also why he didn't take action against Morpheus, because the replacement of the master of dreams would lead to major changes in the dream kingdom.

Once such a thing happens, Nightmare, who was expelled by the god of dreams, will lose his immortality, and mortals can also kill him, and he can't do whatever he wants in human society.

Facing Martin, Nightmare really felt the pressure of death for the first time. This pressure was like a big stone pressing on his chest, making him breathless, and he could only express his emotions by pretending to be calm.

Maybe after dying at the hands of Martin, Nightmare can no longer reborn in the dream as in the past?

Nightmare prayed in his heart, hoping that the agent in front of him did not gain too much power of death.

But he himself was not sure.

Except for Morpheus who had to create dreams because of his duties, the members of the Endless Family did not choose too many followers.

Fate is always illusory. Although death is around everyone, it will only appear twice...

Even in dreams, it is one of the most important components of the dream kingdom. He did not have a detailed understanding of other members of the Endless Family.

Martin listened to Nightmare's bold words and smiled slightly. He didn't care whether he was telling the truth or pretending to be calm.

Anyway, the final result is the same.

"Huh!"

Martin opened his mouth and spit out an iron-gray breath. This breath carrying the power of death swept forward along the surging shadow, condensing into ice crystals, like thousands of swords, spears, and halberds, directly aimed at the surrounded Nightmare.

Nightmare did not touch the power of death, and did not dare to rashly contact these iron -gray ice crystals. The first reaction was to avoid.

But this death atmosphere used the shadow as the Yiyi, which instantly swept everything around him. The nightmare was proficient in killing, but he didn't know how to change his body.

He shot and jumped, but he didn't escape anything. In the end, he didn't escape anything. A suit was opened with unclear mouths. generally.

Whenever it is replaced by a normal life body, the body is bad like this, and it has been lying on the ground and waiting for death.

But the nightmare is not a real human. The flesh and blood on his body is proposed. Even if the body is finished, it will not affect his ability to move.

It was just that Murphy didn't feel the nightmare, and they could still feel the most authentic pain.

But the unwillingness that has been burned deeply, let the nightmare continue to move with such pain.

"The essence of this world is confusion. After I was created, I ate too much dark dreams. I had long understood the nature of the world. Only Murphus, he had power, but was a full idiot. He was always a full idiot. He always had a full idiot. He always had a full idiot. Influence of illusory dreams. "

"We can rule the entire world and enlighten those life among Mengmei. But he did nothing, and I did it."

The nightmare vented his dissatisfaction loudly. The eyes full of teeth were getting bigger, and the ice crystals around were clicked, all of which swallowed in the empty space.

The purpose of Murphus to create these nightmares is to devour those dark mess.

Of course, this is not the same as the chaotic residue in the black soul. The darkness in the dream has the ability to adjust itself. The essence of the nightmare is still a cleaner. It only needs to gently contribute to a certain node.

Usually these nightmares also live in normal places of dreamland, live with other dreams, live with life, and laugh.

Corinth said with a sound of inspiration, but there was only one of the nightmares of troubles from beginning to end. Other nightmares didn't want to come to the human world at all, let alone to take people's lives with various cruel means.

"No matter how you quibble!"

Martin flashed, passing through the layers of ice crystals, and came to the nightmare, this person was like a ray of smoke floating in the air, elusive.

He took down the shadow beside him, and when he moved his hands out, he turned into a spear and stabbed directly to the nightmare's chest.

Death is ubiquitous, there is no trace for the silence, there is no trace.

Martin's spear in his hands at this moment is the same, it looks flat, but has already aimed at the dead point of Nightmare.

Click!

The nightmare opened his big mouth without any difference between his mouth and his mouth, and bite the spear that pierced.

The spear should be broken and crushed, as if it was a broken ice, biting a countless ice dander by the teeth of the nightmare.

"Oh, it seems that you are the permanent permanent of your death ..."

The nightmare's words were not finished yet, Martin punch his heart in his heart, and directly interrupted the ribs into the heart.

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The big mouth that was expanding stopped, and the mouth used to spit out a bite of blood, and his lips were still squirming, as if he wanted to say something.

Martin did not show mercy, grabbed his neck up his right hand, threw it back, and pressed his head directly on the frozen shadow.

The head of the nightmare was instantly pierced by the ice crystal. The human skin that was used to disguise was torn and torn, blood was frozen, muscle tissue was cut off, and the whole person's face blurred.

But even if the nightmare turned into this tragic look, the mouth was as hard as ever, and continued to provoke Martin: "Do you have this ability? I think there will be differences in the dying agent. The result is still a set. Let me be disappointed.

"I found that your guy is really hard."

Martin was not angry, he just wanted to laugh. It was also skillful in spraying mutual spraying in the battle.

Losing the ground like Nightmare is still screaming, let alone feel that he has the courage, it will only make people feel pitiful.

"Do you really think I can't take you?"

Martin kicked on the nightmare's leg nest, pressed him to the ice, and after rolling around, he became even more miserable.

"If you have the ability, you can use it, don't talk nonsense here."

The nightmare focuses on a hard mouth, even if it is tortured into this way, it is not willing to relax at all.

Martin was not polite, stretched out his hands directly, clasped his eyes full of teeth, and began to force.

"What do you want to do to my eyes?"

Nightmare's eyes are not real eyes. It is a channel like space entrance, and it can also be interpreted as a symbol of his desire.

In short, this stuff is an abstract concept, let alone ordinary people, even if it is a master, it is impossible to have any impact on these eyes.

But Martin used the power of death, and suddenly grabbed the dead hole of the eyes of Nightmare, tearing it upwards, the eyes of the eyes made an overwhelming sound, and the bones began to break.

Nightmare desperately wanted to close his eyes and bite Martin's fingers, but at this moment he felt some power.

His eyes were being torn, but when he wanted to bite Martin's fingers, he couldn't feel the other's fingers.

He was like an old man lying on a sickbed, quietly waiting for death to approach, but he didn't know what he could do, and gradually fell into the abyss of despair.

Crack!

Martin tore the nightmare's headless body along the crack at the corner of his eye, and lifted the entire skull, revealing the upper half of the brain, and the fresh brain tissue was still beating.

"You..."

Martin didn't have time to appreciate what this guy's brain looked like. He turned the ice crystal beside him into a dagger, stabbed it into the nightmare's brain, and stirred it violently.

Although the nightmare was not a real human, his body was still limited by certain reactions. The brain was damaged, and the guy's body stopped working directly.

The once arrogant disappeared completely, and the body began to turn into sand, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

From then on, there was no more nightmare named Collins in this world, and the ghosts around him gradually disappeared.

Martin waved his hand to disperse the sand on the ground. When he tore up Nightmare's brain, no brain matter spurted out. Even if there was, it turned into sand and was blown away by the wind.

Nightmare has been shouting that it wants to surpass Morpheus, but the basis of its existence is Morpheus's place. Life and death have always been in the hands of others, but it is so shameless, which is really ridiculous.

This is why Martin looked down on the other party's sadness. He kept shouting about change, but in the human society for decades, what he did was just repeating the duties imposed on him by Morpheus.

"Is it over?"

Martin smashed the frozen shadow, and Batman came to his side. He wanted to find what he dreamed of, but he got nothing.

"The battle in the mysterious world is often not that complicated. Although there are always many things to prepare before the battle, it is often just a seemingly ordinary blow that determines the final result."

Martin didn't know how to describe this feeling to Bruce. The battle between him and Nightmare was actually a battle of authority.

Nightmare relied on Morpheus' power to gain immortality in the real world, while Martin was blessed with death and occupied the underlying logic of this world.

Simply put, Martin's authority was greater than Nightmare's, so he won.

"It seems that you have to help us prepare more professional props in the future. Otherwise, if we encounter such an undead monster again, we can't come to you again."

Batman prepared for a rainy day and ignored the fact that Martin had just killed a magical creature.

"I can leave some relevant knowledge, but I'm afraid there is no time to make it. But you can ask Zatanna for help, or use money to hire Constantine and Diana."

Martin counted the wizards around him.

After solving Al and Nightmare, the next step is to wait, waiting for how Morpheus will deal with Dr. Destiny.

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