Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 34 The Power of the Wizard (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
With a wave of his cane, Martin transformed the claw that gave up the name of William Cobb into a ferocious wolfhound.

He used a spell to shrink the other four claws and threw them into a cloth bag, preparing to study the amber gold and Dionysus factor later.

"Woah..."

The claws turned into those of a wolfhound, and the eyes were fixed on Martin, revealing sharp canine teeth, with smelly saliva flowing from the corners of the mouth.

The wolfhound kicked its legs and opened its mouth wide to bite Martin's neck, trying to tear out his throat.

Snapped!
Martin turned his wrist and hit the wolfhound in the belly with his yew cane, sending it flying.

"Ouch, ouch..."

The wolfhound fell heavily to the ground, making a sound of pain, and stood up with difficulty.

Martin didn't say anything, but just stared at the unruly beast, with a deep and unfathomable light flashing in his brown-black pupils.

The wolfhound, which had a bloodthirsty look just now, was covered by Martin's shadow and instantly became quiet, with its two ears pressed tightly against its head, becoming extremely docile.

"Come on, take me to the lair of the Court of Owls."

Martin wasn't worried about the wolfhound causing trouble along the way.

Because the claws are not complete lives, they cannot be hurt, so there will be no reflection or change, and they will always be solidified in one state.

Martin used a Transfiguration spell on the claw, which was no different from using a spell on a piece of stone.

When the claws were transformed into a wolfhound, he really became a wolfhound. Although he would be a little wild at the beginning, he would not resist at all when facing a life stronger than him.

Martin found a rope and put it around the wolfhound's neck, then led it all the way, leaving the city and walking east along the highway to the outskirts of Gotham.

As a coastal city, the water system near Gotham is very developed. It is not only a port for international shipping transit, but also the starting point for inland shipping to the heartland of the United States.

After the 20th century, Gotham's international shipping became increasingly prosperous, but the inland waterway network was gradually abandoned due to the construction of airplanes and highways.

The eastern swamps have not been cleaned up and the siltation is getting worse.

Gradually, gangs dumped corpses into it, citizens discharged their domestic garbage into it, and factories discharged wastewater into it... The reputation of the Massacre Swamp became more and more famous.

Martin was walking on the edge of the swamp at the moment, looking at the dirty green water that was indistinguishable from the twisting and tangled tree roots, and waving his hand to dispel the strange smell that lingered around his nose.

The wolfhound in his hand pouts its nose and finds the solid ground formed by the moss held by the twisted trees among the low reeds and cattails, and walks deeper into the swamp.

"How on earth can the Gotham City government tolerate the existence of such a place?"

Martin was mainly annoyed by the mosquitoes flying around his ears.

He could only wave his cane, shaking it left and right and casting a spell to drive away the insects around.

"Are you sure the Court of Owls' secret base is here?"

Martin looked at the swamp, which looked like a large green jelly, and poked the wolfhound in front of him with his cane.

"Wang Wang!"

The dog barked twice, but it didn't mean anything.

Martin deduced logically that it was not impossible that the Court of Owls was hiding in the swamp.

The city of Gotham is being renovated every year. If the Court of Owls really hid itself inside the city or underground, it would be impossible to eliminate all traces and it would have been found out by Batman long ago.

"Wang Wang!"

The wolfhound suddenly stopped and kept circling around one place.

Martin tapped the ground with his cane, and everything around him became clear, as if everything was specially marked, including the hidden secret door. Martin nodded, swept the wolfhound, and it turned back into a corpse again, shrunk to the size of a palm, and was put into the cloth bag.

He pushed aside the moss and weeds that covered the secret door, and the green swamp water that seeped out from inside accumulated, with no sign of seeping into the secret door.

"It's really tightly closed!"

Martin looked at the steel door under his feet and could imagine how many traps of the Court of Owls were hidden inside, or perhaps this secret base itself was a huge trap.

Although claws are valuable tools, the ruler of the Court of Owls will never put himself in danger for the tool.

Thinking of this, Martin used his cane to scratch the steel door, creating a gap.

Then he stretched out his left hand again and made an obscure sound from his mouth, attracting mosquitoes, ants and flying insects to fly in through the gap.

Then he took out a piece of parchment from the cloth bag and drew a symbol with a feather pen. The scenes seen by the mosquitoes all appeared on the parchment.

Martin brought a drone with him, but the smallest one was only as big as a fist. If he wanted to conduct reconnaissance quietly, magic would be more convenient.

Looking at this base with a guard post every five steps and a sentry every ten steps, he was very surprised. He did not expect that the Court of Owls had arranged so many people in it.

Although he didn't know whether they were confident or had other purposes, Martin didn't care because he had no intention of entering the base.

He grasped the shaft of the staff with both hands and began to chant: "Dark earth, dance with your scarred body."

Boom!
The cane smashed to the ground, the real name was captured, the crust of the swamp began to move, and the force generated by the friction between the broken strata twisted the secret base of the Court of Owls into a pretzel.

Martin raised his staff again: "Filthy water, wreak havoc on your desires!"

The swamp, like a big green jelly, was shaking and surging, carrying with it toxins and bacteria that had accumulated for who knows how many years. It rushed into the secret base from the fracture point like a galloping wild horse, filling every corner.

Martin heard the cries for help from the members of the Court of Owls before they were drowned, and also heard their footsteps as they fled.

He raised his cane for the last time: "Souls who died in vain, release your grievances!"

Boom!
Hundreds of years of accumulated resentment in the Massacre Swamp was released at this moment, even blocking the light above.

The wailing ghosts gained form in the swamp water, and like a pack of wolves, they grabbed the living people who fell into the water and began to bite them.

Amidst the warm blood, the souls of the past dead walked from Gotham, the hell on earth, to the real hell.

The earth shook and cracked, opening its huge mouth and swallowing everything on the ground into the cracks.

The green swamp water, the twisted trees, and the carpet-like layers of moss and reeds all fell into the bottomless crack in the ground and disappeared.

Martin looked at the members of the Court of Owls struggling in the swamp water and couldn't help thinking, "If I had become a wizard yesterday, I wouldn't have needed to become Batman. I could have killed my way through Gotham alone."

The entire Massacre Swamp has changed its terrain under Martin's magic. The blockage leading to the inland has been torn open, and the river water is rushing down, washing away the former swamp and forming a brand new river.

Martin looked at the corpses wearing white masks being washed away by the river without any sadness. He just wondered how many more bases like this the Court of Owls had in Gotham.

Wow!

The sound of splashing water broke Martin's thoughts. A dozen sharp claws jumped out from the broken water surface, and under the cover of shadows, they brandished weapons and attacked.

"It can survive, this Amber Gold and Dionysus Factor is really interesting."

Martin thought so and drew out the half-sword from his waist. The cold light reflected from the sword tore through the surrounding shadows.

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