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Chapter 259: Integrate into the Earth! (Please subscribe, read the monthly ticket and comment)

The ancestral spirits raised their hands, and their magic rained down on the face of the Spirit of Los Angeles like it was free of charge.

The core of this spirit is only supported by a false ideology and has no ability to face reality.

"Bring it to you!"

Martin pulled his hands outward.

Talismans extended from his arms, and the blue water spirit bead fell into his hand. It no longer had any attachment to the Spirit of Los Angeles and successfully left its body.

"No, my beads!"

Having lost the spirit pearl and being blasted in the face by the magic of the ancestral spirits, the Spirit of Los Angeles 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 uncontrollably suddenly stopped. Then, driven by the power of the spirit bead, the flood returned to the void, leaving only the flooded streets.

"You should think about yourself!"

Martin put away the spirit bead, swung 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 Spirit of Los Angeles stared at Martin, who had destroyed everything, and shouted, "It's not enough to take away my treasure. Isn't it enough to take away my chance to save my city?"

"Are you still asleep? The Water Spirit Pearl originally belonged to us. 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 honest people like Martin, and he still has the nerve to say he wants to save Los Angeles?

He was too lazy to give this guy a long speech, and said coldly: "We have become enemies to this extent, and we finally won the victory, but you were let go. I can't be so soft-hearted."

"Cutting the roots and making 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 making me disappear."

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

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

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

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

"you"

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

But at this time, it discovered that the layers of camouflage surrounding the core had already stripped Martin and the others naked. If it wanted to escape, it could only lose its own life.

boom!
Martin swung the sword and smashed it directly on the head of the Spirit of Los Angeles, knocking it unconscious.

The ancestral spirits understood what Martin meant, and when he took action, they also used their divine power towards the earth, stretching out their palms, pressing on the empty air and pushing outwards.

Rumble!
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. The buildings and rows of self-built houses, like building blocks in the hands of children, were pushed slowly outward by the ancestral spirits, gradually revealing a large blank flat land.

"Outrageous!"

"This kind of thing where gods transform the real world hasn't happened for thousands of years!"

Zatanna and Rachel were stunned, exclaiming at Martin's power. Constantine took out a cigarette and started smoking, his hands shaking.

Taiwu shook his head slowly, sighing inwardly that Martin was still behaving recklessly as usual.

Martin didn't care about his friends' thoughts. After the ancestral spirits cleared a piece of open space, he directly used the Sword of Zhaodan to pierce the fragile body of the Spirit of Los Angeles 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 its slender snake body winding and emitting golden light.

The ancestral spirits stood according to some ancient sacrificial ritual, they swayed their bodies, and ancient and rough songs came out from their illusory bodies, entangled with each other, forming a divine light that slowly flew into the sky.

Quetzalcoatl lowered its head, and its wings fluttered gently, dropping thousands of points of light, dragging a long tail of flaming light. Following the singing of the ancestral spirits, it fell on the earth, forming circles of light that spread inward and finally hit the Spirit of Los Angeles.

The ancestor spirit of the bear god, who symbolized the earth and the mountains, shook the earth, and surging spiritual energy gushed out of the ground, directly dissolving and digesting the unconscious spirit of Los Angeles, and then pulling it into the depths of the earth.

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

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

"One day, I will come back. When I come, I will kill all you yellow monkeys, Indians."

"Barbarians, damned barbarians."

Martin impatiently picked his ears, flicked the non-existent earwax onto the face of the Spirit of Los Angeles, and said calmly:
"I've heard so many harsh words like this that my ears are almost callused."

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

More importantly, he could still remember who Martin was.

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

"Goodbye, get lost!"

Martin waved his hand and kicked the Spirit of Los Angeles, allowing the earth's spiritual energy to completely take it away.

The ground beneath the city of Los Angeles became more solid with this spirit as its core, suppressing in a mystical sense those things that might escape from beneath the ground.

The gushing spiritual energy gradually calmed down, and the spirit of Los Angeles lost itself in the vast land. Its consciousness shaped by the city’s residents completely disappeared.

It is covered and suppressed by the earth, and perhaps it will take hundreds of years before a true consciousness of its own reappears.

Finally, the big problem of the city spirit was solved. Martin was able to break free from the sword god state and his body gradually returned to normal.

Protected by the power of Quetzalcoatl, not only did his body not suffer any harm during this transformation, but he became more energetic than before the transformation.

He also took the blue water spirit bead into his arms, 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 ungrateful. They could not exist in the real world for too long anyway, so it was no big deal for them to just have some fun and then go back.

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

The ancestors waved goodbye to Martin, he smiled slightly, and his body gradually disappeared. Five seconds later, it was as if he had never existed.

After the ancestors left, Taiwu, Constantine and Zatanna brought Rachel to Martin.

"The third spirit bead!"

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

"Junior brother, are you in good health?" Taiwu glanced at the Water Spirit Pearl and began to care about Martin's physical condition.

Martin stretched out his wrist and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this little trouble can't hurt me."

Although he said this, Taiwu still put his hand on his wrist and checked his pulse.

At the same time, Phoenix, who was rescued from the flood wine by Rachel earlier, came over with a group of people.

"You're miserable!"

Constantine came up to Martin and said with a bit of gloating: "You brought those spirits from who knows where to mess up this community. Midnight Daddy will not let you go."

"We are in the same group. Why are you gloating? If Midnight Daddy causes trouble for me, will he let you go?"

Martin glanced at Constantine unhappily and withdrew his hand. Taiwu made sure that Constantine was not injured, so he let go.

"That's right, you are such a mean guy!"

Rachel looked at Constantine unhappily, with thunder dancing in her hands, as if she was considering where to strike.

Constantine gasped, raised his hands and quickly retreated. He didn't dare to mess with this little girl.

When stopping the flood just now, Rachel awakened several abilities at once, and she almost cried when she looked at Constantine.

If he had received such treatment when he was learning magic, he would not have become what he is now.

"Constantine!"

Phoenix walked up to him, called Constantine's name coldly, 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 had little interest in the feast, and asked directly about what interested him most.

Phoenix was stunned for a moment, and said truthfully: "Abaddon is one of the famous lords in Hell. We are not capable of monitoring 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 and stop them from invading Los Angeles."

what?
Phoenix was stunned for a moment. He heard what Martin said, but had no way to translate it into the corresponding picture.

Since when did a wizard and demigod of this level start to care about the safety of an ordinary person?

Martin certainly wouldn't explain anything to a stranger.

Phoenix, and Midnight Daddy behind him, are clearly not interested in protecting all of Los Angeles, but only in protecting their own community.

Different road non-phase plan!
Forcing people with different ideas to come in will only bring trouble.

Martin nodded politely, then turned and left.

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

Constantine grinned and laughed, "Hahaha, I didn't expect that you guys would end up like this!"

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

Martin shook his head and pulled him right over to him.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and leave, don't bother us with these unnecessary things!"

"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, with a satisfied smile on his face.

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

Humans devouring objects without distinction and fighting greedily are his favorite things to see.

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 the big light bulbs in heaven. As long as they are pious to God, they can live for a long time.

The devil needs entertainment and the value brought by humans to keep him going through the boring years in hell.

Even in hell, not everyone likes to torture others.

Abaddon would prefer something more high-end, like creating a giant pit large enough to hold an entire city.

Before today, he always implemented his plans slowly and leisurely.

For Abaddon, the only person who could really make him worry in the city of Los Angeles was Lucifer.

But he knew this brother too well.

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

After the Fall began, all the Fallen were deprived of their wings and had to choose their new bodies in Hell.

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

But just like in heaven, Lucifer could always easily obtain things that other angels wanted but could not, and then he would discard them.

There is hardly anything in this world that Lucifer cares about, and the same goes for the city of Los Angeles.

So Abaddon can proceed with his plans at will without worrying about encountering any obstacles.

It was not until recently that he saw the power of Quetzalcoatl rising in the city and realized that the world was not developing as he expected.

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

"Everyone get out!"

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

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 amounts of blood spit out of their mouths. They died within seconds.

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

"Then take action, 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.

　Second update, go go go!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)