Martin Variety in American Comics.

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The power supply to the asylum was not completely cut off. The moment the main power supply was cut off, the emergency power supply was activated, maintaining only the most basic power supply, such as the lights in the corridor.

Martin stood at the front desk, looked around, and saw the corridor was full of red light, and complained:
"Although red represents the highest level of alert, it's too exaggerated to keep the light red all the time. It's like a horror movie. Can't we adjust the light to the color of a normal fluorescent lamp?"

"Instead of worrying about this kind of thing, you might as well think about how to transfer these doctors, nurses and guards out."

Batman looked at the sleeping doctors and nurses, worried that they might be affected by the fight.

"This is easy!"

Martin stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the shadows around him began to float, and wrinkles began to form on cloth.

He stretched out his hand forward, and the untouchable shadows were cut into neat rectangles. He grabbed them in his hand and shook them, covering a victim beside him who was trapped in a dream.

As Martin moved, the shadow of the entire asylum began to fall on the doctors, nurses and guards, covering their bodies from head to toe.

When Martin was sure that all innocent people were covered by the shadows, he shook his hands, and the shadows among the security personnel surged like waves, rolling back and forth three times before slowly disappearing.

Along with these shadows, the staff of the asylum also disappeared.

"It seems that my skill in controlling shadows is not rusty. All the employees in the asylum have been teleported to a safe place by my shadow kingdom."

Martin withdrew his hands, and the lights in the asylum lit up one by one, illuminating every corridor and every ward as bright as day.

Batman was surprised and said, "Nightwing has been working day and night to study how to use the power of the Shadow Kingdom, but he is still not as good as yours with just one move."

Martin replied nonchalantly, "It's just experience. Practice makes perfect. Dick is too obsessed with innovation. Sometimes being a little clumsy is a good thing."

After he sent all his employees away, he did not rush to the ward where Dr. Destiny was, but instead borrowed a handful of sand from Morpheus.

call!
Martin blew the sand in his palm away, using a little bit of the power of death. The memories of the dream sand were instantly dyed black and fell to the ground, creating waves that reverberated throughout the asylum, reflecting the aura of life.

Those who can control death can certainly also sense life!

Martin used this spell to mark all the remaining lives in the asylum.

There is no doubt that the super villains who have killed many people on their hands, release purple-red life auras, like big light bulbs.

Martin didn't even need to give Batman a third eye or something to see the other party's whereabouts.

These villains were also pulled into the dream by Doctor Destiny.

However, as prisoners who shared the same suffering, Dr. Tianming had no sympathy for his roommates. He arranged a series of cruel nightmares for them, without any trace of beauty.

"It makes me sick that my power is in the hands of someone like this."

Morpheus took a quick glance and saw all the dreams, with a look of disgust on his cold face.

He took out the Dream Sand again and was ready to end it all, but was stopped by Martin.

"Although I don't know what you saw, but waking these lunatics now will waste our time and energy. We still have to fight them all the way. Let me do it."

Martin didn't think these people had the right to have a good dream. Too many people had died at their hands.

"call!"

Martin used the spell of Breath of Death again, and blew out an iron-gray airflow from his mouth, which penetrated into every room.

In the blink of an eye, all the people in the room were frozen. They were sealed between life and death, entering a vegetative state, away from their dreams, and turned into puppets.

"You two really ruined this operation."

Batman looked at Martin and Morpheus' endless spells and complained helplessly.

In the past, when he encountered such a situation, he had to rack his brains to plan, prepare a large amount of supplies, and find allies to ensure that casualties were minimized.

But Martin and Morpheus seemed to be here for a spring outing. They just waved their hands and blew a few breaths in the air, and those vicious criminals became harmless puppets.

"This operation is just like a spring outing for primary school students. There is no thrilling atmosphere at all."

"Otherwise, do you think people like me and Morpheus can fight back and forth with a few mortals?"

Martin put his arm around Batman and said with a grin.

Morpheus gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he had such a question.

Batman wanted to say something, but when he thought about the power of people like Superman and Wonder Woman, he felt that this was normal.

In terms of magic, Superman and the others are no match for Martin, who appears and disappears mysteriously all day long.

But even Superman, if he doesn't listen or watch, can wipe out all the gangs and criminals in Gotham overnight, let alone Martin and the Lord of Dreams.

"Well, it seems that I was just sitting in a well and underestimated your power."

Batman didn't have any idea of targeting him. He couldn't even understand the existence of Morpheus, let alone deal with him.

"Let's get this over with quickly. This asylum brings me nothing but painful memories."

Batman doesn't often talk about these things with others, but he really doesn't like places like insane asylums.

"Come with me!"

Morpheus waved his hand gently, and a fine stream of sand flew out from between his fingers, and he began to look for the last ruby.

Martin pulled Batman to catch up, but after passing through a corridor, Batman realized something was wrong.

"Isn't this the way to Dr. Kismet's ward?"

Morpheus replied coldly: "My goal is to find the last lost artifact. As for the Doctor of Destiny you mentioned, I don't care."

Batman's eyebrows immediately rose: "So many people have been pulled into the dream, how can you not care?"

Martin grabbed Batman's hand, making it impossible for him to get rid of it, and said: "Morpheus means that as long as the last ruby is found, Doctor Karma's ability will be greatly weakened. For those who are pulled into the dream, Morpheus can release them with just a thought."

"That's pretty much what it means!"

Murphys had no intention of explaining. He would just agree with whatever Martin said, and if no one said anything, he would not explain.

"Are all beings like this so neurotic?"

Batman asked Martin quietly.

Martin replied helplessly, "He just doesn't know how to interact with human society. The proportion of normal people in the Endless Family is still quite high."

"I only have seven or eight brothers and sisters in total. Don't you think the ratio is ridiculous now?"

Morpheus suddenly stopped, and the sand he released fell to the ground helplessly. The lights around him went out one by one, and thick darkness came from all around. Batman immediately took out a special fluorescent stick, shook it two or three times, broke it open, and threw it in a random direction.

When the glow stick fell to the ground, the light it emitted was swallowed up, only a dozen centimeters away, as if something had eaten up the light.

"We don't go find Doctor Destiny, but he's unwilling to let us go?"

Batman clenched his fists and carefully defended against enemies attacking from all sides.

Martin did not respond to Batman's words. His eyes were covered with a layer of gray, and then he looked into the darkness and saw the secret.

He said to Morpheus: "We still underestimated Dr. Destiny's ambition. He doesn't seem to be satisfied with being just a killer. He also hopes to get more secrets from your gem."

Morpheus was not blocked by the darkness and saw the things crawling in the shadows: "He has no idea what he is doing. If he continues like this, the dream will collapse and the entire multiverse will pay the price."

Morpheus will not die, but the collapse of the dream will involve too many innocent people suffering, and he does not want to see that scene.

"Then go and end it all. Batman and I are here to stop it."

Martin waved his hand and told Murphys to leave quickly.

"Don't be so sad. I know these people are no match for you."

Morpheus smiled and disappeared from the spot.

The moment he disappeared, a roar like that of a wild beast was heard in the darkness, and shadows twice as tall as ordinary people pounced towards Martin and Batman.

Martin did not hesitate or observe. He reached out to the side and the invisible shadow gathered into the shape of a sword in his palm according to his will.

But when he waved his hand and swung the weapon out, the hard sword immediately turned into a soft whip, and with a snap, it hit the shapeless shadow.

"Ouch!"

The shadow didn't react at all to what was happening. He only felt an unbearable pain rising from inside his body, and then he fell to the ground and began to wailing.

While Martin was pulling away the shadow, Batman was facing another kind of monster.

The instruments on his body could not penetrate the darkness created by magic, so the first to react was his sense of smell.

He smelled a foul odor and immediately realized that it was the smell of a rotting corpse.

The next moment, dead bodies ran out from the corridor and pounced on Batman.

Although the flesh of these corpses had begun to rot, their bones were extremely hard. The eye sockets left by their dug out eyeballs were dark and scary.

boom!
Facing these zombies, Batman showed no fear. He adjusted the power of his armor to maximum and with one punch he could blow up the heads of the corpses or easily break their limbs.

"Are these corpses blind? Why are they looking for me instead of you?"

Batman complained as he picked up a corpse and threw it horizontally, knocking down a large group of zombies.

Then, he threw out the special fuel made by fireflies, and the pair of steel gloves in his hands collided, creating one or two sparks, which instantly ignited a corridor.

Firefly is an arson genius, and his talent in making fuel is so amazing that even Batman is amazed.

If the other person could be born in a normal city, he might become an outstanding materials scientist instead of taking the risk of getting pleasure from arson.

Snapped!
Martin once again slapped away the monsters that jumped out from the shadows and explained, "I have gained the power of death, which is equivalent to being a part of death now. Those zombies only chase the living. To them, I don't exist."

"Now what?"

Batman punched the zombie's head and it exploded. They were standing at an intersection with corridors on all sides, and zombies kept running out of them.

"It's not like you don't have superpowers, so why can't you hold on for just a short while?"

Martin formed the shadow in his hand into a long sword, and when the monster in the darkness pounced on him again, he stabbed straight out, piercing directly through the opponent's body and shook it lightly.

The monster that was whipped away three or four times but managed to get up every time without any problem, disappeared.

"I hate super powers."

Batman shook his head and began to manipulate the power of the Shadow Kingdom, covering his bat armor. His height instantly soared to two meters and five. He grabbed the zombies that pounced on him and killed each one with one punch.

Martin looked at the darkness and saw a new monster taking shape. He directly thrust the shadow in his hand into the ground.

"The invisible shadow turns into a tree!"

He chanted a spell, and shadows emerged from the ground, piercing through the zombies. They continued to grow, just like growing trees, stretching out vines and piercing through the monsters that grew in the darkness.

"Oh my God!"

Batman looked at the zombies impaled by the shadow tree in front of him and said to Martin, "Since you have such a move, why didn't you use it earlier?"

“I wanted to see what the other side had in store, but it turned out that I overestimated them.

Even Constantine is not as good as them. I don't know where they get the courage to go against Morpheus."

Martin pulled out the shadow from the ground and made it into a sword. All objects pierced by the shadow instantly turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

The darkness covering the surroundings began to fade away, and lights suddenly lit up. The dazzling light made Martin subconsciously close his eyes.

At this moment, a man in a suit and sunglasses suddenly rushed out, holding a scalpel in his hand, and stabbed Martin's throat accurately and ruthlessly.

Batman immediately threw out two darts, but they passed through the opponent's body and stuck on the concrete wall behind him.

what?
Where did this imaginary person come from?

Batman's brain and body were working at the same time. While he was thinking about the problem, he threw out several flash bombs.

But before that, Martin made a move, kicking the seemingly illusory man in a suit and pushing him towards Batman.

"This guy is the nightmare that escaped from the dreamland. I leave him to you to deal with."

Martin explained the enemy's situation to Batman, and pulled up a screen to block and deflect the rays flying out from the corner.

The red ray fell on a concrete wall and directly made the entire wall disappear, as if it had never disappeared.

Martin didn't look at the robbery on the wall. Instead, he stared at a corner covered by shadows and saw a middle-aged woman in a business suit.

He smiled and said, "Now everyone involved in this matter is here."

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