Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 35 Draw the sword, swing the sword! (Sorry, it's even later)
Facing the dozen or so sharp claws coming towards him, Martin pointed with his left hand, and the end of the staff suddenly flashed a dazzling light, and pushed it forward, like a multi-kilowatt searchlight directly hitting the faces of the sharp claws.

The modified claws did not have the same nerve reactions as ordinary people. They ignored the strong light and continued to rush towards Martin.

But the moment their bodies were enveloped by the holy white light, index finger-sized lumps appeared on the surface of their bodies, wriggling under their skin like worms, as if something was trying to escape from these sharp claws.

Martin stuck his cane into the ground to ensure that the holy white light would continue to illuminate everything around him.

He thrust forward, the tip of the sword in his hand piercing the belly of a claw. With a twist of his wrist, he stirred up the possible internal organs of the claw, then pulled it to the right, and the blade tore open the belly. The remaining force instantly cut the neck of the right claw and slashed straight past.

There is no blood.

Martin seemed to be swinging his sword at a group of paper figures.

He widened his eyes, looking at the clear liquid flowing out of his ripped stomach, and at the silk threads connecting his head and body, and cried out that something was wrong.

These claws have gone a step further than the previous batches of modifications. All the flesh and blood on the body has been replaced by a transparent liquid, only maintaining the human form, and only the most primitive instincts remain.

But these claws are more dangerous than intelligent.

Martin wanted to draw his sword and retreat, first observing the actions of these modified creatures for a while, and then considering how to deal with them.

After being chopped off, the head that was still connected suddenly healed and bit the sword with a grunt.

Two claws stood in the front, using their shadows as shields, while the other claws hid in the shadows, shooting at Martin from two directions.

How come these guys are suddenly so much smarter?

Martin raised his eyebrows and brushed his left hand across the hilt of the sword. Two lines of inscriptions appeared on the mirror-smooth blade.

On the one hand, it is "strike the enemy and eradicate all evil"!
The other side is "uphold justice at all costs"!
boom!
The inscriptions on the sword glowed and became hot, and flames suddenly ignited out of nowhere.

The sharp claws biting the long sword were boiled instantly, and the raging fire gushing out of the sword body would boil and burn instead of the transparent human tissue, and then evaporate.

Martin grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it outward. The blade tore open the neck of the claw in front of him, and the head fell off, no longer able to maintain its shape as a head.

He drew an arc in front of him with his sword, and the flames burst out from the sword, forming an arc-shaped wall of fire, burning all the incoming bullets into molten iron.

The claw whose head was cut off was not dead. The transparent liquid that replaced the body was still wriggling, trying to squeeze out a head.

"Why would an inanimate object be so obsessed with its head?"

Martin sneered, despised these transformers of creation in his heart, then thrust the flaming sword straight into Sharp Claw's chest.

"Fire and steel are what the original slayers of evil had!"

His voice rushed up to the clouds, like rolling thunder, as if the gods were giving their unquestionable orders to the world.

Those creatures made of transparent liquid have no feelings, and naturally no so-called emotions.

But after Martin gave the order, these dead creatures began to fear the flaming steel sword and no longer just charged towards Martin.

They retreated from the area illuminated by flames and were surrounded by the holy white light, but they still felt uncomfortable all over, so they retreated again to the river bank that had been flooded by the river.

Martin pulled the sword out of the Talon's body, and flames erupted, blasting the Talon's body into countless beads of liquid metal.

As soon as these metal beads fall to the ground, they start looking for other beads, trying to merge into one again.

"Why does Gotham always have such weird things?"

Martin pulled up his stick stuck in the ground and swung it upwards. The river water that was rushing towards the crack in the ground turned around and set off huge waves, like a giant's hand rumbling on the shore. Boom!
The island in the middle of the lake, which had been surrounded by river water, was swayed left and right by the huge waves. Most of the claws that retreated to the river were flattened directly, and the few that jumped into the river by chance were swept back by the current.

Martin stepped on the waves, used the thrust of the water flow, wielded the flaming sword, and killed the claws that tried to resist the whirlpool of the huge waves.

They were afraid of fire and steel, so they swam towards the deep waters of the river.

But the fire of justice can be ignited anywhere. Although the river water was icy cold, the flaming sword followed the thrust of the river, caught up with the claws, and the sword tip broke them into several pieces.

The bodies of the claws that sank into the river and the claws that were flattened were severely damaged by the spell, but they were not living things and were not injured. They were just trying to gather together according to the pre-set program.

Martin stood on the waves and had no intention of fighting with these things.

Although these things would love to fight with him all day, Martin doesn't have time to waste here.

He wielded the staff like a large brush, drew a black curse symbol out of thin air, dropped it into the river, and then pulled the staff back.

Wow!

The river water swirled and flowed back into the sky, forming a huge water dragon column, which sucked all the claws into it and mixed them with the black curse symbols. The curse gradually merged into the claws.

The transparent liquid that replaced the flesh and blood tissue was stained with the cursed black color and gradually began to petrify, or more accurately, lost its ability to move.

The amber gold in the claw is very special, and it is very difficult to change its properties with magic. Instead of taking the trouble to petrify the claw, it is better to restrain it directly.

Just as those sharp claws were about to be covered by the curse, they suddenly broke into countless small metal balls and scattered in the water, trying to take the opportunity to escape.

"I knew there must be someone controlling these things."

Martin made no attempt to stop the Talon from escaping.

Those scattered metal balls did not get rid of the curse. Instead, each ball had a small rune on it, making the curse even deeper.

And when they gathered together again, the power of those small runes was superimposed, and the power of the curse was greater than before they split.

"Magic itself is an irrational technique. Once you get caught, there's no way to escape."

Martin smiled slightly as he watched the claw swimming towards him, trying to struggle to its death.

The power of his curse is not very great, but it is like a shadow following you everywhere, a maggot in your tarsal bones, and is specifically aimed at special alchemical creations like the Claw.

Martin now had no interest in fighting these guys anymore. He blew a breath from his mouth, which passed through his cane and turned into a winter north wind, turning the rushing river water under his feet into a huge lump of ice.

The claws came so close to reaching Martin, but they could never make it.

They were cursed and deprived of the ability to move, becoming a part of it forever.

Martin waved his cane, cutting the ice out of the river, shrinking it to the size of his palm, and placing it together with the clawed corpses.

Then, he walked along both banks, and after making sure there was no magical aura here, he left the Massacre Swamp, which had changed greatly.

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