Martin Variety in American Comics

"Don't even think about escaping!"

Zatanna followed behind and was the third to take action. She waved her wand and did not use any powerful attack magic.

A kind of text similar to Latin but much more complicated than Latin was summoned by the female wizard. With her as the center, it instantly covered all the surrounding rooms and created a separate space.

Zatanna usually used this trick to cover up the traces of her use of magic. After all, the era of mystery has passed.

Every wizard who is inclined to order will pay attention to his actions when using magic, and try not to be discovered, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

But today is different. With Martin leading the way, Zatanna does not need to worry about the impact. This magic has become a cage for the demon, blocking every direction of its escape.

"Something is wrong!"

Martin pointed his sword, and more than a dozen flying swords flashed around him, stabbing directly at the demon in the house.

The tentative attack did not cause much damage. As soon as those flying swords came into contact with the hellfire, they were burned to ashes.

The result of the flying sword being destroyed was still within his expectations, but the demon who ate his host had red eyes and no rationality at all, as if he had really turned into a beast.

"What's wrong?"

Rachel clapped her hands excitedly, and the Thunder Spirit Pearl burst out more than a dozen thunderbolts with her movements, like a spear, passing through the entire room, hitting the demon, piercing blood holes.

"Aren't all demons like this? Crazy, brutal and unreasonable. Are you thinking too much?"

"Of course there are fools among the demons, but those things can't break through the invisible barrier between the two worlds, come to the human world, and trick these stars into signing a contract."

Constantine didn't do anything. He hid behind Rachel, carefully watching the demons raging in the house, and felt something was wrong.

"Martin, give me a chance, I'll see what's wrong with this thing?"

Constantine became serious about things involving demons.

Martin nodded to Taiwu, and the two brothers launched an attack tacitly.

Martin used the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, and divine light flew out from the Zhaodan Divine Sword, turning into countless cold swords, surrounding every position of the demon, blocking the space for this guy to move.

Taiwu used the Water Spirit Immortal Technique, and each flying sword Martin summoned shone with a blue light, connected to each other, and turned into chains, approaching from the outside to the inside, trying to freeze the demon.

"Roar!"

The irrational demon roared, and the hellfire on his body burned more vigorously. The billowing black smoke rushed out with a strong smell of sulfur, melting the ice chains that besieged him.

"Resisting stubbornly will lead to death!"

Martin raised his eyebrows, pointed his sword downward, and the flying sword that locked the space suddenly fell down and pierced into the black smoke and flames.

The brilliance of the Zhaodan Divine Sword illuminated the hellfire, found the weakness of this flame, and cut directly into it, severing the connection between the flames.

The arrogant demon lost the flames of hell, just like a bald chicken that lost its hair, standing there in a daze, becoming at a loss.

Taiwu seized this opportunity to increase the output speed of mana, and the water spirit fairy method based on Martin's flying sword burst out with blue and white light, directly freezing the demon into a huge ice block.

Martin took the opportunity to stab the flying sword into the demon's body, cutting off the circulation of all the power flowing in his body, making it impossible for him to use the power of hell.

"A-choo!"

Rachel sneezed in excitement as the cold air filled the air.

Martin put his hand on the girl's shoulder, passed a stream of vitality to her, helped her adapt to the cold environment, and then looked at Constantine:

"The demon has been caught, what do you want to do?"

"I can't fight, but you can deal with the demon!"

Constantine rolled up his sleeves and wanted to show off, but the cold air of the water spirit fairy method hit him in the face, freezing him into a stupid dog, trembling all over his body.

Martin rolled his eyes and punched him in the back, helping him adapt to the cold while knocking him to the ground.

"What can you pretend to be in front of us? Hurry up and get down to business!"

Constantine got up from the ground, put down his sleeves honestly, lit another cigarette, and said: "The power of the devil actually comes from the contract. The contract with God, the contract with the devil, and the contract with humans are the basis of the existence of a devil."

"If there is any power that can make these guys go crazy suddenly, it must be that there is a problem with the contract they signed with something."

As he said, a holy light shone on his hand, and then turned into a golden luster, forming points, stopping at a fixed position, extending dazzling lines, forming a pattern similar to a tree.

Constantine's hand passed through the pattern, pierced into the demon's body, and pulled out a messy thing that looked like a tangled ball of wool.

Martin's eyes fell on the ball of things, and he saw words emerging from the strands of silk, which he did not recognize.

Constantine skillfully began to straighten the ball of yarn in his hand, looking serious, as if he was the only one left in the world.

Zatanna explained to Martin: "The yarn ball is the contract that the devil has handled, and Constantine used magic to make them materialize."

Martin nodded: "I can see that the words are constantly emerging on the threads, but I don't recognize them."

"That's the demon language!"

Zatanna's face turned ugly when she mentioned this: "There is power in the language, and the language used by the devils always carries something uncomfortable. For example, the smell of stench and the mumbling that will sound from time to time."

"When I first learned the demon language, I was tortured by those things!"

"Found it!"

When Zatanna complained about the demon language, Constantine quickly sorted out the contract in his hand.

He walked to Martin with a red line, pointed and said: "This is the contract signed between the demon and Abaddon."

"Demon language is very difficult to translate, so I won't talk about the specific content. To put it simply, this demon is Abaddon's lower-level dumper. He was brought to the human world by Abaddon, and this demon must pay a certain share of the things he plundered from humans to Abaddon."

"It's just the pyramid scheme, nothing new!"

Martin turned Constantine's words in his mind and understood the order played by the demons.

He also said what Constantine had not said: "So, Abaddon began to tighten the contract, and these lower-level demons had to pay back the debts they owed to Abaddon."

"That's right, this unlucky guy is just an ordinary low-level demon. Although he worked diligently to cheat in the world, he still couldn't pay back his debts, so he had to kill his creditors."

This incident sounds like a kind of black humor.

But Martin really couldn't laugh. He couldn't help thinking: "Do you think this is just an exception?"

"Of course not, those demons are not so kind!"

Constantine never fantasized. Whenever he thought he might have good luck, reality would give him a more cruel blow.

"Los Angeles must be a mess. Those who signed contracts with the devil reaped the fruits of their own labor and now have become the devil's meal."

Martin ignored Constantine's sarcasm and listened attentively. He heard screams, cries for help, and occasional gunshots from outside the door.

Even with a little thought, one can know that the demons who signed contracts with the stars began to collect their rewards from the host. The stars who were unwilling to die early would fight back and want to violate the contract.

"We should go save people!"

Zatanna took out her wand, looked at the blood flowing in from the crack of the door, and prepared to rush out.

"It's too late. Those stars signed contracts with the demons. As long as the demons want to kill people, they can take the lives of those stars in an instant."

Martin held the sword and stabbed forward. The flying sword that had pierced into the demon's body before shone brightly, emitting a clear divine light, illuminating the demon from the inside out.

From bones to flesh and blood, to skin, everything became transparent, like glass.

His soul, which was flowing with molten magma and emitting black smoke, was nailed by the light of the sword of the sword, constantly changing, but he could not get rid of those constraints, merged with his body, and gradually melted into the ice.

Crack!

Martin swung his sword forward and directly smashed the ice block. The soul that was forced to merge with the ice also turned into fragments all over the ground along with the ice.

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"You shouldn't have killed him!"

Constantine commented: "The soul of the devil is bound to hell and can hardly be destroyed. Although you destroyed his body in the world, sooner or later, they will crawl out again."

"It doesn't matter, it's just a small minion anyway."

Martin knew the characteristics of these demons, but he still did it.

"Wasting time on these small minions will only delay our progress."

As he said, he walked out of the room. The corridor was already bloody, and the demons transformed into beasts were hunting humans.

Although the bodyguards who retreated from the army had guns in their hands, they were still as fragile as babies in swaddling clothes in front of the demons, and had no power to resist at all.

The demons just lightly grabbed the bodyguard who shot at them, threw him into the sky, and then opened their mouths and swallowed the bodyguard.

Snap, snap!

The demons opened and closed their mouths, biting the living people into several pieces. Blood mixed with minced meat spurted out from the gaps between their teeth and splashed on the wall, forming a terrifying pattern.

Martin frowned, and slashed with the sword of Zhaodan. The cold sword light and sword energy were compressed into a thin line, which slashed from top to bottom on the heads of the demons, directly splitting them in two.

Taiwu, Zatanna and Rachel also cast spells and magic to knock down the beast-like demons who were chasing humans.

"Go quickly, don't stay here if you don't want to die."

Constantine evacuated the frightened staff, but only shouted a few times to remind them with his mouth.

But these people who live a comfortable life live in Los Angeles, not Gotham. They have never seen such a scene that can be called hell on earth. They were scared on the spot, and their minds were blank.

Even if you pull them with your hands, these people won't react, let alone remind them with your mouth.

"Uncle, please don't just talk, use your hands, okay?"

Martin looked at Constantine, who looked like he had nothing to do with it, and was speechless.

He used the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, and hundreds of flying swords flew out from behind, piercing through the clothes of those people, and flew up with these frightened people.

The flying swords without people hit the concrete wall, directly chiseling a big hole, and throwing all those people out.

After throwing down those people, the flying sword turned around and flew back again. From the sky, it fell directly on the head of the demon, penetrated the body from the top of the head, and exploded in the stomach.

Boom!

The flying sword that stabbed into the devil's belly exploded, the sword was surging, and the friction of each other collided with each other, and more Mars was out, and the internal organs of these animal -shaped devils were all fried into minced meat.

These devils can also feel the pain. After being pierced by the flying sword, they all fell to the ground, holding their stomachs, and making the painful sorrow of humming.

The internal organs that were raised into the end of the sword qi flowed out of the mouth from the mouth, exuding a disgusting and nausea.

Taiwu, Zatana, and Lecame seized this opportunity, summoned a thunder, and continued to smash on the demon.

The dazzling light covered everything, and the deafening voice sounded one after another. The entire theater was shaking, and the roof was overturned. As the Thunder shook left and right, it seemed to be scattered next moment.

"Okay, okay!"

Martin quickly stopped them: "It's almost okay. Those demons have gone without the bones, and if they are exploded, the theater will fall." This theater will fall. "

The three of them took the hands, and the light of the Thunder gradually dissipated. Except for several load -bearing pillars, the entire floor was bombarded by the Thunder and turned into ashes.

Those who eat people have no residue left, and the soul has been beaten into fragments. Even if there is a protection of hell, it will take thousands of years to take shape for thousands of years.

"Well, it's really a group of violence!"

Constantine hid aside and looked at the demon that was blown into fragments. He was surprised, but he was subconsciously cheap.

Boom!

As a wave of Rachel, the slender thunder was generated out of thin air, split directly to Constantin, wiped his body down, and fried the floor out of a large pit.

"Are you crazy?"

Constantine hid fiercely and protested loudly against Rachel floating in the air.

"What is shouting, and the next time, you will split your old abnormality into black charcoal."

Rachel stretched out his fist directly at Constantine and made a smashing movement.

Constantin quickly hid around, picked up the wooden board and put it on his head, and never dared to make it cheap again.

"Just split two out of breath!"

Martin pressed Rachel's hand to let the little girl dispel.

The next moment, the ground began to shake, the ground cracking, and a deep pit was like a big mouth opened by the underground beasts, swallowing Martin, as if to prey in prey.

"Leave your life here!"

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