Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 33 You guys are only worthy of me dealing with you in the same way as playing games (thank you for your support)

Magic is one of the problems Martin faces repeatedly throughout his adventures.

It is also some kind of magic prop, perhaps a magic book handed down from ancient times, or a magician and a monster...

During these adventures, he witnessed many kinds of magic, including elemental magic, transfiguration, mind magic, necromancy and so on.

But what he is best at is naming magic, which is the first magic that appeared in the world from a certain world. Casting spells does not require the accumulation of magic power or a medium.

As long as you master the name of something, you can further control the form of the object of the spell and even control their mind.

A highly skilled wizard can even give names to invisible things, or distort the names of existing things to create completely new objects.

Martin did not have such power when he did not change his identity, but all the knowledge in his mind was enough to deal with the villains in the Court of Owls.

After determining the direction, the butterfly transformed from the name of Nightwing's great-grandfather's tombstone flew straight out of the cemetery.

Martin followed, wondering where the Court of Owls might be hiding.

sewer?
He didn't think so. Those guys who believed in Barbatos might be mentally ill, but that didn't mean they were ascetics.

Otherwise, these scumbags living in the shadows wouldn't have specifically troubled the Wayne family, trying to seize their assets for their own enjoyment.

Just as Martin was thinking about what spell he should prepare for the Court of Owls, the butterfly flying in front of him suddenly stopped, fluttered around in the air, and then turned around and flew deep into the cemetery.

"This is not a good sign!"

Martin muttered something and slowly followed Butterfly, while holding up his yew cane and keeping an eye on everything around him.

Soon, the butterfly transformed from the tombstone's name came to the edge of the woods next to the cemetery, and like a young swallow returning to its nest, it flew into a shadow and disappeared.

"Things that hide in the shadows, reveal your form!"

Martin smashed his yew cane to the ground, roared, and an invisible wave swept across everything in front of him.

Everything covered by the shadow, whether animals, plants, living or non-living, became clear.

Although on the surface these things appear to be the same as usual, if an ordinary person walks by and takes a quick look, he will be surprised to find that he can recognize each item and accurately call out their names.

This also includes the claws wearing black armor and owl helmets.

"You guys who hide during the day and come out at night are really fast!"

Martin held his cane across his chest, not feeling strange, just regretful.

Although Barbatos cannot directly interfere with this world, he can still point the way.

Unfortunately, these guys came to find Martin, how did Martin find the lair of the Court of Owls...

and many more!

Martin looked at the five claws in front of him, his eyes lit up: "I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find the home of the Court of Owls with just one name. Now that I have you, my worries are gone."

"Don't be so arrogant, wizard!"

William Cobb's modified claws issued a voice colder than a robot: "Beware of the Court of Owls, they are always monitoring your travels.

Peep at Gotham City from the dark, hiding in the low walls and attics.

He is with you when you are at home; he is also with you when you are in bed.

Never mention his name, or his claws will find your head."

"Now we're coming for your head!"

"You sing well, now let me see what you can do." Martin laughed, stood in place and hooked his left index finger towards the claw, without even the desire to draw his sword.

The Talons were not enraged, they were simply reanimated corpses whose only desire was to fulfill the ruling handed down by the court.

When Martin laughed and hooked his finger, they thought they saw a flaw, and they brandished their weapons and rushed towards the target at the same time at a speed beyond human limits.

Martin remained standing still, but he turned his right wrist and raised the end of the yew wood cane. The ground shook and an arc-shaped rock wall rose instantly to block the impact of the claws.

He knows more than one kind of magic.

The Claws were stunned. They didn't expect Martin to be able to cast magic instantly. They quickly moved to find other angles of attack.

A cold light flashed in Martin's eyes. He held the staff in both hands and knocked forward. The rock wall shattered with a loud bang. Large chunks of rock rotated into long stone cones and flew in all directions like blooming flowers.

The five sharp claws moved flexibly among the oncoming rock cones, dodging and retreating, but it could not withstand too many rock cones, and fist-sized blood holes were made on its body.

Martin saw torn muscles, spurting blood, broken bones, and even internal organs flowing out of the stomach.

These killing machines pulled out the rock cones that had pierced their bodies with expressionless faces, and torn pieces of flesh could be seen on the cone heads.

After enduring such inhuman pain, they showed no reaction and seemed to feel nothing.

And those fist-sized wounds healed in the blink of an eye and became as good as new.

"You have super healing abilities, no sense of pain, and can still maintain your sanity. To ordinary people, you are indeed the perfect killing machine."

Martin stroked his chin, examining the claws.

Lizhua didn't think twice and asked directly, "You're still evaluating me? Underestimating the enemy is a big taboo."

They suddenly pulled out their submachine guns and pulled the trigger at Martin, launching a sneak attack.

Martin's bullets rained down on him like a curtain of rain, but he just shook his cane gently and whispered: "Fall, wingless creature!"

After being named the Wingless Thing by Martin, all the bullets shot at it fell powerlessly to the ground, losing the ability to fly.

Then, he pointed at a few claws with his cane: "Those who have lost their own will are dead objects and cannot be moved!"

The Claw, who was about to escape, heard the spell and his legs, which had just moved forward, stiffened and he fell to the ground on the grass, his body returning to the state of a corpse.

Martin came in front of these claws, holding his cane in both hands, and whispered: "It's not that I underestimate the enemy, nor am I arrogant. It's just that you half-dead guys are only worthy of my playing a game."

He poked a few claws with his cane to make sure they wouldn't turn to ash instantly, then said, "Okay, now it's your turn to take me to the lair of the Court of Owls. If you cooperate, maybe I'll help you get rid of this life if I'm so pleased."

"There is no way we would betray the court."

These words should have been passionate, but coming out of the mouth of the machine-like claws, there was no emotion at all.

"Then I'll use my own method!"

Martin used his little finger to pick his ear and said nonchalantly, "By the way, what animals do you like? If you don't answer, I'll decide for myself."

Claw was silent for a while.

"If you don't answer, I won't be polite. Martin raised his yew cane and pointed it at the claw.

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