Martin Variety in American Comics

"Done!"

Tai Wu was communicating with Martin, talking about the information they had collected, and turned his head when he heard Constantine's voice.

Constantine walked out of the alley, covered in blood from head to toe, as if he had just walked out of a pool of blood, with a cigarette in his mouth and a happy smile on his lips.

Tai Wu frowned and kindly advised: "Human beings are made up of seven emotions and six desires. If you hate those demons because of the past, it is understandable. But it is not worth it to get yourself involved."

Constantine took a deep breath, took the cigarette out of his mouth, exhaled a long column of smoke, and said with a smile: "Hate those demons? No, I only hate myself."

"Brother Tai Wu, let's talk about my psychological problems later. Now there are more urgent things."

"There are indeed demons in hell who want to rush to the human world, and it is not a farce made by the middle-level demons on a whim. This time there is a big man behind the scenes planning everything."

Tai Wu knew that he knew too little about demons, so he handed the phone to Constantine: "You talk to my junior brother! "

Constantine took the phone and yelled at the top of his voice: "Hello, hello, can Martin hear me? I didn't expect you to be alive. Those dogs of the Three Palaces are not easy to deal with."

Martin made a video call. Seeing Constantine's murderous look, he frowned and said, "It's okay if you hope I die, but Zatanna is your friend, can't you think of something good?"

Constantine sneered and said, "Good things have never had anything to do with a bastard like me. Hope is a bitch to me. Believing in hope will only make me more miserable."

Martin knew Constantine's tragic past. Although there were a lot of people who had such experiences, he didn't mention it again.

"What kind of person has the courage to poke the sky and actually engage in such a conspiracy under Lucifer's nose?"

Martin was really surprised. Lucifer's strength was extremely strong. Don't look at the Satan, the devil and the first fallen in hell. Even if they were tied up, they were not the opponent of Lucifer alone.

Constantine was also surprised by Martin's reaction: "Do you have any misunderstandings about Lucifer? He is just a child who has not grown up, and his temper is capricious. Los Angeles is just a big toy for him. As long as those demons don't jump in his face and taunt him, he doesn't care what a human city is like?"

Martin was speechless for a moment. He couldn't say that Lucifer changed his view of humans because he fell in love with a human woman, and she was divorced and had a child.

This fact was too ridiculous. If Martin didn't have a script in hand, even he would find it hard to believe.

"Forget it, expecting a great god like Lucifer to be kind is more unreliable than picking up a big piece of gold when you go out. Let's do it ourselves!"

Martin thought for a few seconds and said to Constantine: "When we get there, let's discuss how to deal with those demons together."

"Okay!"

Constantine wiped the blood off his face and said with a smile: "Although I have a magic that can directly send all demons back to hell at once, you definitely don't want to know what the price of that magic is."

"Then don't say it. I don't trust your magic at all."

Martin shook his head.

Constantine's magic level is indeed not low, but his magic always likes to engage in equal exchange, which makes himself and the people around him exhausted and has no good life.

Let him use magic to send the devil back to hell, and half of the lives of Los Angeles must be sacrificed.

Instead of that, Martin might as well ask Lucifer directly. At least as long as he takes action, he can ensure that Los Angeles and the people living in it are all safe.

"Brother Kang, Grandpa Kang, I beg you to put away your magic power. When we arrive, we will work together to find a solution."

As he said, a bright sword light appeared in the sky, falling from the sky and landing directly in front of Constantine.

Martin rushed out of the light and grabbed Constantine's hand directly, his eyes shot out a light like a sharp sword, staring at him.

"Why do you want to? I'm not a madman, why should I use that kind of magic that hurts others and does not benefit myself?"

Constantine's strength is not as great as Martin's, so he can only be grabbed by his wrist, looking like he can do whatever he wants.

Martin chuckled: "Haven't you done enough things that hurt others and benefit yourself, Constantine?"

"That's right. We have several friends who have been made lonely by you."

Zatanna arrived later, waved her wand, and used a cleaning spell to clean the blood stains on Constantine's body, complaining about this guy's unreliability.

Rachel followed Zatanna and whispered: "Sister Zatanna, have you also been cheated by this pervert?"

The girl has not forgotten what happened in the interrogation room of the Detroit Police Department.

"Of course, if I weren't so capable, I would have been cheated to death long ago!"

Zatanna nodded quickly, unwilling to recall the past.

Constantine was as thick-skinned as a wall. Even if he was denounced by everyone, he looked indifferent and smiled to find someone to scold.

"Stop it!"

Martin had no way to deal with a rogue like Constantine. He directly used violence, grabbed the other's wrist and swung it, and turned him in front of him.

"Who is the person who led those demons to attack Los Angeles? Is there any way to find him?"

Catch the leader first!

The demons are not a disciplined group. As long as the leader is dead, the remaining demons will not continue to act at the risk of offending Lucifer's majesty.

When it comes to business, everyone gets serious.

Taiwu walked behind Martin and saw several cracks on his sword case. He whispered, "Rachel's demon father is so dangerous that he was forced to use the magic sword?"

"There's no way. The Shuanglong Sword couldn't withstand the impact of the Sangong Demon and turned into scrap metal. I can only use my ultimate move."

Martin shook his head slightly. In fact, he could still withstand the impact of the spiritual power of the Zhaodan Divine Sword on his body, but when he used the sword god's unique skills at the same time, the double pressure was superimposed and the impact on his body was unbearable.

"Be careful!"

Taiwu didn't know what to say. The Zhaodan Divine Sword was not something that ordinary people could use.

Since he gave up the sword and learned Taoism, his progress in swordsmanship has stopped. It is very difficult to use the Zhaodan Divine Sword.

"What magic sword are you talking about?"

Constantine smelled the scent of the treasure, came up to Martin, and asked curiously.

"What magic sword has nothing to do with you, because you can't use it at all."

Martin pushed Constantine's head away.

This guy is full of evil spirits, and he has all the five evils of wine, sex, money, and anger. If he holds the sword of Zhaodan, he will be illuminated by the sword inside and out, and the sword energy will clear the evil spirit in his body.

However, after the evil spirit dissipates, there will be nothing left in Constantine's body, only an empty shell.

"Let's talk business, who is the leader of those demons?"

"Abaddon!"

Constantine put away his curiosity and said a name in a deep voice: "Do you know this guy?"

"Yes! He seems to be the guardian of the bottomless pit, the dark angel of death, a fallen angel, and he seems to be in charge of an army of locusts?"

Martin tried hard to search the religious knowledge in his mind and found the existence of this demon.

"I didn't expect you to know so much about demons?"

Constantine looked at Martin, very surprised that he knew this, but continued: "Strictly speaking, he is also one of Lucifer's brothers, but he is not as good as Gabriel and other archangels, so after falling from heaven, he has always wanted to do something small."

There are actually quite a few demons like this, especially those fallen angels, who always want to overthrow those angel brothers living in heaven.

"This time, Abaddon publicly promoted in hell to drag Los Angeles into hell, inciting a large number of demons to rush out of hell. But the commandments set by God are still there, and demons still need a chance to come to the world."

"Earth Spirit Pearl!"

Martin immediately thought of Sebastian who had escaped: "No wonder that guy got the Earth Spirit Pearl but hesitated to summon the Three Palaces Demon. It turned out that he was colluding with the demons in hell and wanted to turn the tables and become the master."

"These second-generation demons are all like this, they just want to overthrow their fathers. In fact, those little guys are average in ability and can only plot behind the scenes."

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum!

Constantine has seen too many of these wastes. They don't have the ability to accomplish things, but they have the ability to do bad things.

"But this is also a good thing. It's hard to find the traces of big demons like Abaddon, but the little cub of the Three Palaces Demon doesn't have that ability. That guy is left alone and can only go to Abaddon."

The others nodded and agreed with Constantine's idea.

Sebastian's ability is indeed average. Although he is the blood descendant of the Three Palaces Demon, inheritance can only determine the lower limit.

Only second-rate superheroes or characters below villains can look at the lower limit, because their six-dimensional attributes are not outstanding, and they can only look at the stronger basic attributes.

But people at Martin's level have already filled up their six-dimensional attributes, and there is no difference between them. They can only look at who has a higher upper limit and use their own advantages to crush the enemy from the front.

"Who can tell fortunes? Come on! Find Sebastian's whereabouts as soon as possible, and try to resolve the battle before today!"

Martin looked around, and the four people around him shook their heads slowly.

Taiwu: "Brother, you know me. You know what I can do better than anyone else."

Constantine: "Don't look at me. Demon magic makes me even more uncomfortable. If I learn divination, I don't have to go out. I just need to wait for death."

Zatanna: "Don't count on me. Although my father left many notes related to magic. But I don't have the energy to integrate them all."

Rachel: "Although I want to help you, I don't know what else I can do."

"Okay, then I can only call for help!"

Martin was not angry. Divination is even less reliable than blood inheritance, so it is normal that he doesn't know it.

And the help he is going to call is of course the Justice League. If Sebastian cannot be found in time to stop the conspiracy of the demon Abaddon, he must consider the issue of evacuating the masses.

This kind of thing should be the responsibility of the local municipal government.

But Martin is not at all confident in the administrative ability of that group of people. He is more worried that someone will turn this into a business and cause greater trouble.

Therefore, it is better to let the Justice League take over this matter. Anyway, the fact that the US government dislikes them cannot be changed. It is better to be bold than to be timid.

Martin walked aside and contacted Bruce directly, telling him what happened in Los Angeles.

"I understand what you mean. The first round of meetings to share alien technology has ended, and the representatives of the Five Eyes Alliance do not agree with our principle of "openness and fairness."

"It's time for those greedy basties to taste great, so this meeting can continue!"

Bruce has no principles of old star flags, and it is not in the idea of ​​the Mi Guo government at all.

"I go to Clark, prepare all kinds of disaster relief materials, and rush to Los Angeles as soon as possible to support you."

"Okay, pull them over Barry, let them see the big scene, don't always stare at a city."

Martin has not forgotten the last Lightning Team, and he was dissatisfied with the response to those scientists.

They want to be safe. Of course, those ordinary people who have power are unwilling. Those who have superpowers who want to climb up are not willing.

The Justice League does not come up with a clear attitude now, and the final result is to be abandoned by everyone.

Martin whispered with Bruce to discuss these things, and suddenly found that the breath spit out from his mouth became qi, and the temperature surrounding the surrounding temperature decreased rapidly.

He turned his head without trace.

Taiwu took out the dust in his right hand, and the handprint was stubborn on his left hand, and the spell was ready to go.

Constantine stretched his hands into his pocket and put on an angel blessing.

Zatana seemed to play with her own wand, which seemed to care about it, but she was concerned about the surroundings.

Rachel noticed that he was wrong, shook his little head, and kept looking around, trying to find the reason for the decrease in temperature.

Martin's hard work, feeling the diverse threats around him were approaching slowly, put down his mobile phone, suddenly turned around, and sang:

"Do it!"

He stretched out his hand, and the vitality in his hand burst out, and the thousands of swords were out of the sword, like the sun rising in the early morning, illuminating every corner of the alley.

Taiwu waved out of dust, and the pure white like snow danced, and a spell flew out, connected at the end, like a chain, spreading to the surroundings.

At the top of Zatana's wand, strong light was shot, sweeping around, looking for a source of low temperature.

The cigarettes in the mouth of Constance sprayed a fierce flame.

The four -person offensive, powerful attacks or even distorted the space. Everything around the alley began to become blurred, and strong light even began to eliminate the shapes of those objects.

But the next moment, their attacks all stagnated in place, as if frozen and turned into bonsai in the glass box.

A drop of water breeds from the void, and the blink of an eye turned into a huge water group, covering all the Martin's five people in it, trapped them, so that they could not make any moves.

"Put out the spiritual beads in your hands, I can spare you!"

The cold voice came from the water, and the hungry ghost who appeared in the ears of everyone.

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