Martin Variety in American Comics

In the roar of Judge Black robe, a suit man wearing a white mask rushed out of the trial seat.

They are stiff, but they are connected to each other, surrounded by a large circle, without showing gaps, from the outside to Martin step by step.

Martin's eyes rolled, and he instantly swept the surrounding mask suit men. He never felt the breath of life in these people, and read spells in his mouth.

Oh!

The invisible pressure suddenly dropped, just like a mountain smashed on these masks on men, and they couldn't even lift their heads.

Immediately afterwards, the floor composed of a whole large stone suddenly softened into mud, swallowing all the mask suit men, and restored a hard big stone.

The whole process was completed in an instant. Just now he shouted loudly that he was going to kill Martin's black robe judge. When he opened a hidden door, he would run away.

Martin jumped through the entire court, grabbed the black robe judge who was going to run, and dragged him back. The other party rose into the air. Like a gyro, he turned around a few times and fell to the ground.

"I even hit so many sewer and hidden door. You still don't call the owl court.

Martin stepped close to the judge. The dragging just now pulled off the black robe on his body and revealed his true body.

The judge who was struggling to get up only revealed the back to Martin. The muscles were raised, full of black hair like steel needles.

He finally stood up without running away or turning.

Martin did not stop and slowly narrowed his distance.

When it was only three meters, the judge suddenly turned around, open his mouth full of sharp teeth, with harsh sound waves in his mouth, and rushed to Martin with the huge power that could tear the steel.

Om!

The silver light of the moonlight lit up, and the top of the Martin's hand was dangled, turning into a silver curtain, blocking the sound wave of a pile of stone powder on the ground of the stone.

At this time, Martin saw the judge clearly.

Its head is very sharp, like an awl, a bare head, no eyes and eyebrows, and the nose is small, but the ears are very large, and a mouth occupies half of the face. It is dense like a shredder.

"It's really a mouse?"

Martin looked at this distorted monster and thought of a tribe with a longer existence, the bat tribe.

He did not have a vigilance because of the long -distance existence of the other party, but laughed: "You sold his life for tens of thousands of years, but he didn't even want to teach you a few magic?"

"you……"

The monster on the tail of the mouse head has no eyes. When he hears his identity, he is shocked.

The habit existed in the darkness that they were suddenly lifted to cover the hidden clothes, and they felt helpless.

Martin shakes the cane, and the bright moonlight like a flowing water quickly shrinks, and the blink of an eye turned into a wheel of the head, and the edges were covered with thin jaggedness.

call out!

The moonlight wheel meteor flew out, cut the raging sound waves, and divided the shocking monster from the middle of the corpse. The intestinal and stomach bags and other messy organs fell to the ground with blood.

Martin moved his nose, a stench rushing, and quickly covered his nose. He whispered: "After this trick, use it with caution, just cut your head."

Members of the Bat tribe did not accept the transformation of amber gold. After being divided into corpses by the moon wheel, there was no sign of resurrection.

Martin summoned a big fireball, burned the corpse on the ground into ashes, then pulled out the long sword, and inserted it to the ground.

This time, without his call, the inscription of the sword body was automatically lit, and the flames of the sin were burned into the blood of the building under the feet.

ah--

The harsh screams are accompanied by the black and cold mist sprayed out of the ceiling of the wall floor, and then burned out by the flames of the long sword.

The black mist dispersed, and the light spots of countless stars slowly fell, which was the soul of the life that was killed by the owl court.

These souls are not complete. They were removed by the owl court, and they only had the most basic reactions. They received eternal torture in this underground palace that was really a prisoner, and produced endless darkness for the owl court.

Martin looked at the slowly fell light spots and turned around in the cloth bag, but found no props to accommodate these incomplete souls.

If these souls stay in place, it won't be long before they will be captured by magic again and become consumables used by the owl court.

At this time, what happened within the court also attracted the attention of other people in the palace. Martin heard the noisy footsteps approaching, his eyes glanced at his own hands, and suddenly he had an idea.

"Fortunately, the material of this cane is a palagian wood that symbolizes the immortal soul, otherwise it will cost more effort."

Martin began to recite the spell: "The disabled soul of free, return to the place where peace of peace ..."

As his voice sounded, the purple -shirt and wooden cane light up the silver moonlight again. The cold light was like the direction marker, which pointed out the direction for the lack of soul.

The free light spots are like Gui Chao's milk swallows. They can't wait to fly into the cold moonlight, belong to the purple shirt and wooden cane, and turn into a line of inscription on the rod.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Souls and rest!"

Martin waved his cane again, and the inscription lit up, turning into a small moon on the left side of his shoulder. Wherever the light shone, the blood that had soaked into the wall turned into black mist amidst the shrill screams. The imprisoned soul was released and merged into the moon, making it more real.

Bang!

The door of the court was kicked open, and the man in a suit wearing a white mask was dazzled by the light of the moon and pulled the trigger of the submachine gun directly.

"These guys really don't know any magic! Barbatos, the master, is really stingy."

Martin complained in his heart and cast a spell to shoot down the bullets.

Then, he strode forward and swung his sword, and the flaming sword slashed out horizontally, chopping off the heads of the people blocking the door.

As he approached, the moon on the left side of his shoulder released a silver laser beam, sweeping from left to right.

The moonlight illuminated the entire corridor, and the laser beam instantly froze all the enemies, shattering and melting their bodies.

When the laser disappeared, the whole corridor was empty, all the enemies melted in the moonlight column, the walls swept by were also purified, and more incomplete souls flew into the moon on Martin's shoulder.

He did not stop, letting the bright moonlight illuminate more places, purify more walls, save the imprisoned souls, and make the moon on his shoulder more real.

The Court of Owls was not a fool. After seeing Martin's strength, they did not send cannon fodder to die.

But when Martin walked through three corridors, the counterattack they prepared finally began.

A thick darkness that was almost tangible came from the front and back, swallowing all the light step by step, occupying every inch of space, and gradually approaching Martin.

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