Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 258 If you have the guts, let's meet in real life (please subscribe, read, vote and comment)

Normally, after Martin opens his eyes every day, he will only use the abilities that match his identity today.

This can also be considered a kind of fun. More importantly, he can solve problems with abilities that match his status, so he can be so calm.

However, accidents always happen.

For example, now Martin is irritated by the stupid and evil thing called the Spirit of Los Angeles.

Even though this spirit was created by people who had lived on the land of Los Angeles, it had no intention of protecting any specific people. Although it said "protect Los Angeles", it was no different from a bandit who had occupied territory.

"If you are willing to tell me the dirty thoughts in your heart, maybe I will show mercy."

"But your insistence on giving yourself a veneer of holiness really disgusts me."

Martin looked at the Spirit of Los Angeles that continued to cause floods outward, and his disgust for this spirit reached its peak.

At least, this spirit that claims to protect Los Angeles doesn't care about the lives of people in the slums at all, as if they are just chips that can be sacrificed.

Martin has seen too many people like this. Every time he sees them, he can't help but take action. At the very least, he would teach them a lesson, and at the worst, he would just kill them directly.

And just now, when he heard the Spirit of Los Angeles wanting to expel the devil, he was actually holding back because he thought the other party could cooperate.

But now, he has changed his mind and lifted the restrictions on himself.

He called upon the power of Quetzalcoatl, and his rainbow wings flapped, and thousands of colorful lights fell, shining brightly in the air, and he stretched out his limbs and head, gradually changing into a human form.

Eagles, giant bears, bucks, coyotes.
Martin pulled the ancestral spirits out of the holy lake one by one, brought them into the world, and stretched their bodies.

These ancestral spirits who inherited the authority of the American pantheon looked at the strange land and chattered. They looked around in surprise, and when they looked up at the image of Quetzalcoatl, they realized that it was Martin who pulled them out.

"Wow, this kid either doesn't make any noise, or he comes alive all of a sudden!"

"Cut the nonsense!"

As Martin fell, his body gradually became deified and he began to transform into a sword god again. He became a god holding a divine sword, and descended like a river in the sky with a mighty sword energy.

"Get rid of this spirit first, then I'll ask for your help!"

The ancestral spirits of the American gods obeyed Martin's words. After all, he was the only living person they knew, and they had no choice but to help him.

More importantly, they saw the blood of the indigenous people in the Spirit of Los Angeles.

"I've been fed up with these bastards for a long time. Let's charge!"

The eagle transformed into an old man in a white robe, holding a wooden staff. Divine light shone from the ancestral spirit one after another, soon covering the entire sky. All kinds of powers made the surroundings a mess.

Constantine and the others looked at the ancestral spirit that suddenly appeared, their faces turned green, and they quickly retreated with the little girl Rachel.

The whole of Los Angeles saw the abnormal light phenomenon in the sky, but only a few people realized the seriousness of the problem. Most people treated the light in the sky as a show from some variety show and took photos crazily and uploaded them to the world network.

The Los Angeles Spirit held the Water Spirit Pearl in its heart and was not aware of the seriousness of the problem. It found a little myth from the depths of its memory and laughed:
"You are a remnant of the old times. You don't want to hide in your old nest and survive, but you dare to crawl out. I will send you all to the garbage dump of history!"

The Spirit of Los Angeles opened its arms, and the flood on the ground began to rise continuously, one wave pushing another. The flying waves turned into all kinds of things in the city, rushing towards the ancestral spirits who had just been pulled out of the holy lake.

The ancestral spirits of America used their authority to call the wind and rain, move mountains and fill the sea, and at the same time summoned a large number of spiritual soldiers to directly crash into the flood.

But they underestimated the power of the Water Spirit Pearl. When those spiritual soldiers collided with the flood, the first wave was melted and merged into the flood, disappearing without a trace.

The magic they released collided with the flood and its sacredness was wiped out, leaving only pure energy colliding with the flood, making it difficult to tell who would win.

The ancestor spirit was originally full of pride and wanted to show off his strength in front of Martin, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face by the Spirit of Los Angeles.

They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: Times have changed after all. In the past, they could easily control spirits like this.

"Old things, just die and become a part of me!"

The spirit of Los Angeles was like a flood, its emotions becoming increasingly out of control, and it began to take everything into its body.

"Little tricks!"

Martin transformed into the God of Swords, and with a sweep of the sword in his hand, a divine light was released, covering the sky and the earth.

The things created by the Spirit of Los Angeles using the Water Spirit Pearl were covered by divine light, making them transparent inside and out, and even all their weaknesses were marked out.

Then, he raised the magic sword high and drew a circle towards the sky. The rolling vital energy was restrained and evaporated into clouds and mist, and then transformed into countless magic swords, which fell from the sky.

In an instant, the space between heaven and earth was filled with bright sword light, as if there was nothing else except the flying sword.

The flood summoned by the Spirit of Los Angeles was not only unable to dissolve the flying swords covered with a layer of divine light, but was instead torn into pieces by countless flying swords. The flood that was rising towards the sky collapsed with a loud crash.

The ancestral spirits’ eyes widened, and they were shocked and at a loss, but they did not forget to release their own power and use their authority to transform the surrounding environment.

They were deeply aware that times had indeed changed, and that their methods would hardly cause effective damage to the Spirit of Los Angeles.

So they gave up attacking the ancestral spirits directly and began to transform the surrounding environment instead.

Pull your opponent to the same level, then use your rich experience to defeat him.

Martin rushed to the front, holding the extremely sharp sword in his hand. Although he tore apart everything in his way, he also took on a lot of pressure.

The Spirit of Los Angeles used the Water Spirit Pearl to continuously create all sorts of messy things, while at the same time creating spiritual power inside that could melt everything.

The ancestral spirits used their authority to transform the surrounding environment, gradually severing the connection between the Iron City and the Spirit of Los Angeles, forcing it to face the complex history contained in the earth.

This move caused the spirit of Los Angeles to become somewhat confused, and in disguise, it put a lot of pressure on Martin.

Wow!
The Spirit of Los Angeles looked at the divine general rushing towards him, his heart filled with gnashing hatred, and his eyes seemed to be spewing fire.

"Impotent rage is a sign of failure, so I advise you to control your emotions!"

Martin held the sword in both hands. Without using any sophisticated fighting skills, he swung the sword in his hand vigorously, using it as a hammer, and smashed it directly at the head of the Spirit of Los Angeles with heavy divine light.

As the saying goes, the simplest way is to return to the original nature.

Efficient damage often does not require any fancy techniques. As long as you are strong enough, you can just use your strength to make miracles happen.

When you reach this level, even if you have thousands of weapons in your hands, you can use one method to unleash the same powerful power.

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things!" The Spirit of Los Angeles was mocked in the face and could not control his emotions. The Water Spirit Pearl followed the emotions of its holder and created more floods.

The Spirit of Los Angeles, in turn, was affected by the flood and could not control its emotions.

She waved her arms, and water shot out like long sleeves, passing through the flood silently, and immediately entangled the sword that Martin smashed down, and moved it to the side.

Then, she gathered her body into the same size as Martin's and leaned forward hard, while extending her elbow to hit Martin's stomach.

Martin said: This is worthy of Los Angeles, it has captured the essence of the big arena.

However, this thing was of no use in the battle between superhumans. It couldn't even remove the divine light on Martin's body or cause any real damage.

"Shenjin, you are very weak. Do you need me to teach you how to fight in a superhuman way?"

Martin asked sincerely, but the Spirit of Los Angeles did not appreciate it and uttered a word coldly.

"roll!"

"A dog biting Lu Dongbin is not a good person"

Martin sighed and shook his head, looking heartbroken.

He noticed that the ancestral spirits had completely transformed their surroundings, and his playful attitude instantly turned into a serious and cold one.

The Zhaodan Divine Sword was swung, and divine light shone in all directions. The consciousness of the Spirit of Los Angeles that was forcibly held together by the Water Spirit Pearl emerged. The seemingly complete surface actually had countless cracks.

Martin suddenly swung his sword as if it were nothing, and the blade shuttled through the gap and directly cut off part of the consciousness of the Spirit of Los Angeles.

When those consciousnesses left the Spirit of Los Angeles, they turned into images of beggars, prostitutes, and drug addicts. Like candles in the wind, they swayed in the air for a while before disappearing.

"Humph!"

The Los Angeles Spirit did not feel anything was wrong, and even felt very relieved. It laughed and said, "Thank you, naive guy, for helping me get rid of the burden on me."

As it spoke, more than a dozen water cannons gathered around it and then slammed heavily on the god general who was the incarnation of Martin.

Martin danced the Zhaodan Sword into a circle, and with a flash of sword light, he found the weakness of the water cannon and directly tore through the attacks.

He took a few steps back from the recoil of the water cannon attack, but was not hurt.

The ancestral spirits flew to Martin and whispered, "Martin, your attack not only did not hurt this guy, but it helped to relieve his burden!"

"Brother, I am not blind. This thing is covered with layers of skin. If you don't take those things off, it can transform into another image and continue to move around."

This is the way wealthy people in Europe and the United States use to bankrupt companies and transfer assets. It is a way to escape and it works every time.

There are many wealthy people living in Los Angeles, so the Spirit of Los Angeles is naturally well aware of this and has learned the trick of how to come back to life from the dead.

The ancestors lived in ancient times. They advocated absolute violence of authority and actually did not understand this kind of compromising and euphemistic way of ruling.

Martin took the lead and said quickly and bluntly, "Show your skills. Don't stop. Go all out on this bastard until I say stop."

"Our fists have been itching for a long time!"

The ancestral spirits with war attributes were ready to fight, following Martin and unleashing all their best moves on the Spirit of Los Angeles.

The attacks of the ancestral spirits feature absolute violence and torture; they are simple and crude but capable of killing people.

Straight rays of light erupted from their fists, feet, chests, mouths, and eyes, traveling through a distance that was not long for these supernatural beings, and boomed onto the Spirit of Los Angeles.

To ordinary people, the space is shaking. The huge force affects their subjective perception. The whole world begins to distort, presenting a state that they cannot recognize.

Constantine and the others originally wanted to help Martin, but after the real decisive battle began.

Two great wizards, one real person and one demon-human hybrid, could not even get close to the battlefield. They could only cast magic and spells at the edge of the battlefield to filter the aftermath of the battle and prevent it from causing irreparable damage to the minds of ordinary people.

Euler, Euler, Euler
Hundreds of ancestral spirits poured their fists and spells upon the Spirit of Los Angeles, harshly tearing open the gaps in its consciousness.

They had stayed in the Holy Lake for too long and felt extremely depressed. Now that they had finally gotten out this time, they certainly wanted to vent their frustrations.

The power summoned by the Water Spirit Pearl was blocked outside by Martin's sword formation, and he clenched his fists and hit the consciousness of the Spirit of Los Angeles again and again.

His eyes saw through the cracks within the Spirit of Los Angeles, and every time he smashed his fist into it, he brought out a large piece of consciousness.

Blacks, whites and Latinos who sell their labor, urban elites in formal attire, doctors, professional managers, and celebrities.
One after another, groups of human consciousness of different categories were beaten out from the body of the Spirit of Los Angeles by Martin and his team. Those that existed lasted longer and longer, and became more and more steadfast.

Moreover, every time Martin pulled a part of her consciousness out of the Spirit of Los Angeles, her consciousness became purer and her power became stronger.

boom!
"Thank you very much!"

The Spirit of Los Angeles controlled the water spirit beads in its body, creating huge waves that knocked all the ancestral spirits out at once.

"I felt a powerful force I had never felt before, and I let it go."

"Go to hell, you fatherless and motherless thing!"

Martin swung his sword and hit the Spirit of Los Angeles directly on the head, breaking it into countless pieces.

This guy's consciousness was cut off completely, and now only the consciousness constructed by the group of people standing at the top of the city is left to support its existence.

After being hit by the Zhaodan Divine Sword, the self-proclaimed powerful Spirit of Los Angeles instantly turned into limp jelly, swaying from side to side, unable to control itself.

"No matter how strong you are ideologically, it is still fake. You will eventually have to face the reality!"

"And now you are just a piece of trash, go to hell!"

Martin threw the Zhaodan Divine Sword into the sky, formed seals with his hands, used the Shushan secret method, and stabbed directly into the chest of the Spirit of Los Angeles and grabbed the Water Spirit Pearl.

"Don't even think about it. This bead is mine, and Los Angeles is mine too!"

"Hey, trash, look over here!"

The ancestral spirits that were driven away ran back, and countless divine arts directly hit the face of the Spirit of Los Angeles.

　First update, 4,000 words! Keep updating, see if I can reach 10,000 words!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)