Martin Variety in American Comics

"The bright silver moon brings down holy rain, cleansing the darkness full of evil..."

Martin raised his cane, and a silver ball of light lit up at the end of the cane, overlapping with the quiet moon hanging above his head.

In his melodious voice, the silver moon rotated, dropping pieces of debris, dragging a long tail, turning into a meteor group, falling into the dark underground space.

Boom, boom...

Every time a meteor fell, it would explode a silver light wave, shaking the earth and overturning the stratum that hid the dark magic cave.

Columns of smoke filled with desperate and painful souls rose into the sky, stretching out their dark claws towards the bright and flawless silver moon.

"Bat Tribe, damn it!"

Martin was surrounded by pain and despair, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, and the long sword in his hand filled with white flames instantly soared to more than ten meters. With a light sweep, he cut off the rising smoke column.

The silver moon continued to cast meteor showers and exploded light waves, turning into a peaceful sea of ​​light, surging with scattered waves. Whenever the waves swept through a dark area, they would purify the evil and liberate the souls in it.

Martin looked at the light spots flying in front of him. There was a complete soul inside, but it was almost transparent, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Even so, these rescued souls still used their last strength to send a weak voice to Martin:

"Thank you... Let us do one last thing... Revenge..."

Their voices were intermittent, but they were very determined in their actions. With deep hatred for the perpetrators, they threw themselves into the silver moon sea of ​​light without hesitation.

Even if they only turned into a small wave and disappeared in the next moment, they would never regret it. With hatred and anger, they extinguished the thick darkness.

Martin raised his hand slightly, wanting to stop these people. This world has a place for souls to belong, and they can rest after reaching the end.

But he still respected the choices of these souls and guided their sacrifice to eliminate the darkness full of sin.

Martin took a step forward, and the moonlight followed him.

With every step forward of the silver light, the thick darkness retreated a step, and more souls were liberated.

Some chose to go to death, while more chose to sacrifice their own rest and throw themselves into the silver moon for their own revenge.

Martin guided this revengeful power to merge with the moonlight, washing away layer after layer of darkness, revealing a staircase leading to a deeper place.

He walked directly in, the long sword burning with white flames illuminated the front, and the moon guiding the soul to rest illuminated the back.

His eyes were fixed on the front, and the darkness was like a creeping colloid, as if countless hands would be stretched out in the next moment.

But they were afraid of the light and Martin, and dared not approach, but just surrounded him and waited, trying to wait for Martin to show a flaw.

But this was obviously impossible. The darkness tried to wait for Martin's flaw, but it was only greeted by the head-on blow of fire and moonlight.

"Ah-"

Finally, a wingless bat-like monster rushed out of the darkness, opened its big mouth full of sharp teeth, and emitted sound waves that were enough to shatter the human body.

Martin directly thrust his staff into the guy's mouth, the forked end of the staff caught the dense fangs, pulled it back, and rushed towards him with the monster.

His other hand held the long sword and stabbed it out, the white flame pierced the monster's abdomen, and then his right hand pulled to the left, tearing open the abdomen.

The long sword swung, chopped down from top to bottom, and cut off the monster's head.

The white flame adhered to the wound and quickly swept the monster's body, turning it into a burning torch.

"Is that it?"

Martin knew someone was watching him, and he shouted loudly to the creeping darkness: "You have followed Barbatos, the watchdog, for tens of thousands of years, and you only have some means? You have neither advanced magic skills nor the courage to fight head-on."

"How stupid are those old guys in the Eternal Council to let you traitors survive until now."

The area under the palace is even wider. Although Martin doesn't mind searching inch by inch, he will pull out these monsters one by one and kill their souls.

But he was afraid that he didn't have much time, so he tried to use words to anger the monsters of the bat tribe and make them jump out.

"As you wish, wizard!"

"You will die here today and become a sacrifice to the great bat god."

"Your soul alone is worth our efforts for thousands of years."

Groups of monsters jumped out, and the darkness they controlled formed various weapons and threw them out, as dense as raindrops.

"You are bold now. It's a pity that you set your sights on me, which is the biggest mistake you have made in your life."

The white flame on the long sword in Martin's hand surged, and with a light sweep, he burned the thrown weapons into green smoke, and then rushed into the monster crowd, slashing left and right.

He didn't need any skills. As long as the white flame of the crusade touched these monsters, it would follow their sins and turn them into white torches.

The flames burned the bodies and souls of these monsters at the same time, causing them to let out painful wails that echoed in the darkness.

These white flames are fueled by sins, and they will not stop until the sins are burned out, and the sins of these monsters are simply too numerous to count.

Martin estimated that the flames on their bodies might take several years to burn out, and before that, they will suffer the pain of being burned by the flames all the time.

"Enjoy it, bastards!"

He had no sympathy and continued to chase other monsters across these torches.

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The monsters of the Bat Tribe manipulated darkness to form all kinds of strange things, but they were useless to Martin. They didn't even splash a little water when they hit him.

These guys were just using energy, which was essentially no different from shooting.

The so-called miracles and impossibilities were not reflected in these monsters. What was left was only distortion and absurdity.

After chopping off another monster's head, Martin rushed into the arena and saw a statue wearing a robe with bat wings.

"Hehe, a watchdog is a watchdog. He doesn't even want to show his true appearance to his believers."

Martin mocked Barbatos' cowardice.

The pet of the forger in this world was determined to surpass his master, but he achieved nothing. He could only drag a few equally tragic tragedies and repeat the boring tricks of invading other worlds.

Looking at the monsters surrounding the statue, Martin did not persuade them to surrender. He just raised his cane and pointed it at the moon, ready to destroy the statue of Barbatos-this is the source of all darkness.

As long as this thing is destroyed, Barbatos will lose his grip in this world, and everything will end.

The silver moon shines, almost as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

The monsters surrounding the statue feel desperate. For the first time, they feel like weak people. They can't help but pray to their gods:

"Great Bat God, show your great deeds, guide the lost lambs, and punish our enemies..."

Martin heard the monster's prayer and resolutely waved his cane.

The silver moon fell, the light swept everything, and the wandering darkness dissipated in an instant.

A huge dragon shadow with bat wings appeared on the bat statue, circling into a black hole and colliding with the moon.

The wind was roaring, the earth was shaking, and the dazzling light was fighting fiercely with the darkness in every inch of space, almost distorting everything.

Martin guided the moonlight to fight against the power of Barbatos, his cane turned into a magic flame, and big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Under the dragon shadow, the remnants of the bat tribe just smiled and felt that they were saved.

The next moment, Barbatos, who found that he could not win quickly, ran away.

All the survivors of the Bat Tribe turned into ashes in the moonlight, leaving no trace.

The silver moon fell to the ground, and a huge column of light shot up into the sky, directly piercing the surface of the earth.

The whole Gotham saw the silver moonlight column shooting up into the sky, breaking up the dark clouds, and hitting the natural moon, forming a silver meteor shower that fell on Gotham, temporarily washing away the accumulated dirt and covering the city with a layer of silver gauze.

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