Martin Variety in American Comics

The ancestors raised their hands, and the magic was free, hitting the face of the Los Angeles spirit like raindrops.

The core of this spirit body was only supported by a false ideology, and it had no ability to face reality.

"Take it!"

Martin pulled his hands outward.

A spell extended from his arm, and the blue water spirit bead fell into his hand. He no longer had any attachment to the Los Angeles spirit and smoothly left its body.

"No, my bead!"

Losing the spirit bead and being hit in the face by the ancestors' magic, the Los Angeles spirit was blown away, and after rolling on the ground for a while, it let out a miserable wail.

Martin took the water spirit bead and began to cast a spell. The flood that was rushing around without restraint suddenly stopped, and then driven by the power of the spirit bead, the flood returned to the void, leaving only the streets soaked by water.

"You should think about yourself!"

Martin put away the spirit bead, waved the magic sword in his hand, used it as a racket, and hit him directly in the face, interrupting his wailing.

"What else do you want to do?"

The Los Angeles Spirit stared at Martin who had destroyed everything, and shouted: "It's not enough to take away my treasure, but it's not enough to take away my chance to save my city?"

"Are you still asleep? The Water Spirit Pearl is ours. What does it have to do with you? Don't get involved."

Martin was really amused by this guy's shamelessness.

This bastard got the Water Spirit Pearl, but instead of dealing with the devil, he came to attack Martin and other honest people. He still has the face to say that he wants to save Los Angeles?

He was too lazy to give this guy a long speech, and said coldly: "We have been enemies to this extent, and we finally won, but let you go. I can't do this kind of womanly kindness."

"Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, so that you disappear from this world forever, is what I should do."

"Dream on! I am Los Angeles. Unless you completely destroy this city, don't ever think of me disappearing."

The Los Angeles Spirit laughed loudly. He was confident of his identity as the city spirit and was not afraid of Martin's threats at all.

"Stupid, calling you illiterate is an insult to the word illiterate."

Martin and the ancestral spirits laughed, mocking the naive Los Angeles spirit: "To make you disappear, I don't have to kill you. On the contrary, I will make you merge more deeply with Los Angeles and directly become the land of Los Angeles itself."

"From now on, until Los Angeles is destroyed, you will never have your own consciousness again."

"You"

The Los Angeles spirit realized Martin's sinister intentions and jumped up, trying to escape from the encirclement of a bunch of strong men.

But at this time, it realized that the layers of disguises outside the core had already stripped Martin and his men naked. If it wanted to escape, it could only take its own life.

Bang!

Martin swung the sword of Zhaodan and smashed it directly on the head of the Los Angeles spirit, knocking it unconscious.

The ancestral spirits understood, and when Martin took action, they also used their divine power on the earth, stretched out their palms, pressed on the empty air and pushed outward.

Boom!

Constantine and his companions, who were maintaining the barrier to prevent the divine power from leaking out and affecting ordinary people, heard the strange sound and quickly put away their magic.

Then they saw that the earth was moving. Buildings and rows of self-built houses were like building blocks in the hands of children, being pushed slowly outward by the ancestors, gradually revealing a large blank flat land.

"Outrageous!"

"This kind of thing where gods transform the real world has not happened for thousands of years!"

Zatanna and Rachel were stunned and exclaimed at Martin's power. Constantine took out a cigarette and smoked it, his whole hand was shaking.

Taiwu shook his head slowly, sighing in his heart that Martin was still doing it as usual.

Martin didn't care about his friends' thoughts. When the ancestors pushed out a piece of open space, he directly pierced the fragile body of the Los Angeles Spirit with the Sword of the God of the Gallbladder and nailed it to the ground.

He raised his right hand, and the image of Quetzalcoatl emerged from the sky again, with rainbow wings spread out, almost covering half of the city, and the slender snake body winding and emitting golden light.

The ancestral spirits stood in accordance with some kind of ancient ritual. They shook their bodies, and ancient and rough songs came out of their illusory bodies. They entangled with each other, forming a divine light and slowly flew into the sky.

Quetzalcoatl lowered his head, and his wings gently swayed, dropping thousands of light spots, dragging a long tail of light flames, and fell on the ground along with the singing of the ancestral spirits, forming a circle of light, spreading inward, and finally hitting the Los Angeles Spirit.

The Bear God Ancestral Spirit, symbolizing the earth and mountains, shook the earth, and surging spiritual energy gushed out from the ground, directly dissolving and digesting the fainted Los Angeles Spirit, and then pulling it into the depths of the earth.

At the beginning of the transformation process, the weak body of the Los Angeles Spirit became strong again, and the entire Los Angeles veins were connected to it, and the majestic spiritual energy enhanced the power of the Los Angeles Spirit.

It suddenly opened its eyes, stared at Martin and said, "Don't think you can get rid of me in this way. I am with Los Angeles."

"One day, I will come back. When the time comes, I will kill all of you yellow monkeys and Indians."

"Barbarians, damn barbarians."

Martin picked his ears impatiently, flicked the non-existent earwax on the face of the Spirit of Los Angeles, and said lightly:

"I have heard too many such cruel words, and my ears are about to be calloused."

"If you want revenge, I welcome it. The premise is that you can still remember who you are and what you want to do tomorrow?"

More importantly, he can still remember who Martin is.

But tomorrow the sun rises, what happened today will remain on this land forever, and there will be no place for Martin in their memory.

"Goodbye, get out!"

Martin waved his hand and kicked the Los Angeles spirit, letting the earth's aura take it away completely.

The earth under the city of Los Angeles has become more solid with this spirit as the core, suppressing those things that may run out from under the earth in a mystical sense.

The gushing aura gradually calmed down, and the Los Angeles spirit lost itself in the vast land, and its consciousness shaped by the city residents completely disappeared.

And it was covered and suppressed by the earth, and it might take hundreds of years for a consciousness that truly has itself to reappear.

Finally, the big trouble of the city spirit was solved, Martin lifted the sword god state, and his body gradually returned to its original state.

Protected by the power of Quetzalcoatl, not only did his body not suffer any damage this time, but he was more energetic than before the transformation.

He also took the blue water spirit bead into his arms, and then looked at the ancestral spirits around him and said: "Thank you all for helping me today, but you have to go back to the Holy Lake now."

The ancestral spirits did not think that Martin was ruthless. They could not exist in the real world for too long. It was okay to go back after having fun.

"Next time, if there is such a good thing that can vent for free, don't forget to call us."

The ancestral spirits waved goodbye to Martin. He smiled slightly and his body gradually disappeared. After five seconds, it was as if he had never existed.

After the ancestral spirits left, Taiwu, Constantine and Zatanna took Rachel to Martin.

"The third spirit bead!"

Martin opened his hands and showed his harvest to Senior Brother Taiwu. Collecting spirit beads is also one of the most important tasks.

"Junior brother, are you in good health?"

Taiwu glanced at the water spirit bead and began to care about Martin's physical condition.

Martin stretched out his wrist and said with a smile: "Brother, don't worry, this little trouble can't hurt me." Although he said so, Taiwu still put his hand on his wrist and took his pulse. At the same time, Phoenix, who was brought out of the flood wine by Rachel before, came over with a group of people. "You are miserable!" Constantine came to Martin and said with a bit of gloating: "You brought those spirits from who knows where to make this community under your feet like this, and Midnight Daddy will not let you go." "We are in the same group, what are you gloating about? Midnight Daddy is looking for trouble with me, will he let you go?" Martin glanced at Constantine unhappily and took back his hand. Taiwu made sure that he was not injured, so he let go. "That's right, you are really too mean!" Rachel looked at Constantine unhappily, with thunder jumping in her hand, as if she was considering where to strike the lightning. Constantine took a breath, raised his hands, and retreated quickly. He didn't dare to provoke this little girl.

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When stopping the flood just now, Rachel awakened several abilities in one breath, and she almost cried when she saw Constantine.

If he had been treated like this when he was learning magic, he wouldn't have become what he is now.

"Constantine!"

Phinis walked up to him, called Constantine's name coldly, and then turned to Martin with a bright smile.

"Sir, Dad wants to host a banquet for you and several other friends to thank you for saving our community from the Spirit of Los Angeles."

"Do you know the whereabouts of Abaddon?"

Martin was not interested in the banquet, so he asked directly about what he was most interested in.

Phoenix was stunned for a moment, and said truthfully: "Abaddon is one of the famous lords in hell. We have no ability to monitor him."

"Since you don't know the whereabouts of Abaddon, forget about the banquet."

Martin directly rejected Phoenix's invitation and said: "We still have to find those demons to stop their invasion of Los Angeles."

Ah?

Phoenix was stunned for a moment. He heard what Martin said, but there was no way to turn this sentence into a corresponding picture.

When did this level of wizard and demigod care about the safety of this ordinary person?

Martin certainly would not explain anything to a stranger.

Phoenix and Midnight Daddy behind him were obviously not interested in protecting the entire Los Angeles, but only wanted to protect their own community.

People with different ideas cannot work together!

Forcibly pulling people with different ideas over will only bring trouble.

Martin nodded politely, then turned and left.

Taiwu and Rachel turned around with Martin, and Zatanna waved politely.

Constantine grinned and laughed, "Hahaha, I didn't expect that you guys would have such a day!"

As soon as he finished the first sentence, Phoenix's face, which was already dark, became even darker when he heard the ridicule.

Martin shook his head and dragged him to his side.

"Stop talking nonsense, go away quickly, and don't bother us with these unnecessary troubles!"

"Interesting, really interesting!"

Abaddon was still in his fast food restaurant, watching those who accidentally walked into the store become customers who kept stuffing food into their mouths and stomachs, showing a satisfied smile.

He is the guardian of the bottomless pit and the leader of the locust army.

Humans devouring objects without distinction and fighting greedily are what he likes to see most.

Fallen angels like him are actually immortal and can live forever as long as they stay in hell.

But it is easy to get bored by doing this. They are not those big light bulbs in heaven. As long as they are pious to God, they can live for a long time.

The devil needs to have fun and the value brought by humans to make him survive the boring years in hell.

Even in hell, not everyone likes to torture people.

Abaddon prefers some high-end things, such as making a huge pit that can accommodate the entire city.

Before today, he always slowly implemented his plan.

For Abaddon, the only person in Los Angeles who can really make him worry is Lucifer.

But he really knows this brother too well.

When in heaven, Lucifer was the most dazzling one among all the brothers. Even the supreme God has a special preference for this "Morning Star".

After the fall of angels began, all the fallen angels were deprived of their wings and had to choose their new bodies in hell.

But Lucifer was still able to keep his wings and became the king of hell.

But just like in heaven, Lucifer can always easily get what other angels can't get, and then he discards it.

In this world, there is hardly anything that Lucifer cares about, and the same is true for the city of Los Angeles.

So Abaddon can freely advance his plan without worrying about encountering any obstacles.

Until recently, when he saw the power of Quetzalcoatl rising in the city, he realized that the world was not developing as he thought.

Abaddon sat by the window, watching the surging power in the city slowly return to calm, and raised his hand:

"Get out!"

The customers who were overeating stood up uncontrollably with their eyes wide open, like robots, walking out of the store slowly with stiff steps.

The moment they walked out of the store, they lost the devil's gaze, their bodies could not bear the food they had swallowed before, their stomachs were directly ruptured, and large pieces of blood spit out of their mouths. Within a few seconds, they died.

Sebastian walked to the window and said to Abaddon: "If you want to carry out your plan, you need my help. Only me and this bead in my hand can open the door to hell."

"Then act, Mr. Sebastian, I hope you won't let me down!"

Abaddon looked at the khaki bead and finally nodded, but did not respond to Sebastian.

The second update, go, go!