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Chapter 372 Pay the Price for This (Please Subscribe, Read, and Comment)
This middle-aged woman in a business suit is the woman who stole the three magic weapons - Elle Thorpson.

As the second wife of old Roderick, El should be a hundred years old today, but she looks only in her thirties or forties and still exudes a special charm.

This kind of superficial charm is completely useless to Martin.

What he was paying attention to was the necklace worn around the other person's neck. The ruby the size of a pigeon egg emitted a translucent red color, like the fire from hell, enveloping Al completely in it.

That gem is the amulet that Al exchanged from the devil with Morpheus's helmet. According to the devil, this amulet can directly decompose people with malicious intentions.

"I don't know who you are, but since you came here with the Lord of Dreams, you must be his friend?"

Al stared at Martin, carefully maintaining a safe distance.

On the other side, Batman and Nightmare Collins fought. One controlled the power of the Shadow Kingdom, and the other was a creation of dreams. The two fought in a ball and smashed through the wards.

Collins' fighting level is like that of a child in front of Batman, and his so-called killing skills are totally not enough in front of Batman.

But he relied on the fact that he was a creation of dreams and could not die at all, so he fought to the death with Batman.

Martin ignored the two of them. It was impossible to tell who would win in a short period of time.

The woman wearing the devil amulet did not dare to move. She stared at the mysterious young man in front of her.

"I just want to live a normal life, why won't you let me go?"

Al finally spoke, putting himself in a weak position in an attempt to gain Martin's sympathy.

Martin glanced at her and saw that the woman was wearing luxury goods from head to toe, which together would cost more than $20, a conservative estimate.

"You live such an ordinary life. Your outfit costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. Which ordinary person in the world can afford such a luxurious life?"

Martin remained unmoved and directly mocked the hypocrisy of the woman in front of him.

Although these superheroes of the Justice League are worth a lot, they do not waste money and resources on luxury goods.

Even when Batman has to use the identity of Bruce Wayne, he won't do anything exaggerated.

Even if he is wearing a piece of cheap goods, people around him will praise the loose threads as his unique style.

Generally speaking, only brokers who rely on the international financial system will use this kind of symbolic consumption to show themselves.

Martin never had a good face towards such people.

Al continued pitifully, "I don't know what misunderstanding you have about me, but I am where I am today because of my own efforts."

"Instead of trying to sell those 17 or 18-year-old girls to those middle-aged and elderly wealthy people, and trying to help big banks acquire retail investors, you are trying to help foundations harvest assets in third world countries?"

Martin knew that the other party was stalling for time, but he didn't care. He leisurely used words to tear off the other party's mask.

That's all a broker can do. As long as you have the face and the name, there's nothing difficult to investigate.

Al, who wanted to continue pretending, froze and said in a cold voice: "I am a woman. If I want to live a good life, I must..."

"Blah blah, that's all nonsense. If you want to hold me back, at least say something interesting. Don't keep talking about men and women."

Martin felt sick when he heard that this guy wanted to use biological gender as a shield.

When this guy was involved in all kinds of shameful things and sharing the spoils, why didn't she think that she was a woman? Why didn't she think that most of the people she harmed were also women?
Al was stunned by Martin's sudden outburst.

Unlike Nightmare, she is essentially a modern person and is not used to fighting and killing, so she wants to get the results she wants through negotiation.

It was just that Martin suddenly tore it all apart, and she, who was used to lies, didn't know how to deal with it.

Seeing that Batman was still fighting with Nightmare and Morpheus was not moving, Martin continued to argue with the woman.

"You said you wanted a stable life, so why did you abandon your child to an orphanage? Why didn't you keep him by your side and teach him to control his abilities? Instead, you let him be tormented by dreams and eventually turned into a murderer?"

"I'm being hunted. The Burgess family has never let me go. Roderick has always wanted to take the three magic weapons back from me. I have no choice but to protect myself and my children in this way."

Al's words came from the heart, without any apparent pretense.

Martin shook his head: "You are lying. The moment you got old, he was accidentally killed by his son on the night you stole the three magic weapons.

His son doesn't care about his father or your stepmother, and has never looked for your whereabouts. How could you be hunted down?"

Martin didn't know whether the woman in front of him was a habitual liar or whether she really felt that way.

In short, he was already fed up with the other party's series of words.

What this woman said was either putting herself in the position of a weak person to occupy a high moral ground, or shirking responsibility and being unwilling to face reality.

Although Martin wanted to wait until Morpheus took back the last gem and let him handle these things himself.

But the other party's behavior was really unbearable for Martin.

How did this kind of person live for so long without being killed by someone?
"Surrender!"

Martin formed the shadow beside him into the shape of a sharp sword and pointed it at Al who had the Devil Amulet. He said coldly, "Hand over the Devil Amulet now and leave the asylum honestly. I can let you go."

Without the demon amulet, the woman would age rapidly and would die within a year at most.

"Although according to my standards, you should be punished for what you did. But today, Murphys's matter is the most important, so I will put up with it for now."

"What qualifications do you have to say that?"

El gritted her teeth, and the demon amulet released even more violent flames because of her anger.

"You high and mighty gods made mistakes and caused this disaster that lasted for a hundred years. Why should we, mother and son, bear the consequences of all this?"

Martin had a puzzled look on her face, and pointed the shadow sword at her face and said, "Stop pretending to be a saint here. If you care about these things, why didn't you rush into Burgess Manor decades ago to release Morpheus and return the magic weapon to him?
"I have lived for decades longer with the help of Morpheus's magic weapon, and have caused trouble everywhere. Now it's time to settle all the accounts, but not only do you not repent, you are also blaming others. How can there be such a shameless person like you in this world?"

El was undecided. She would not fight, but the anger in her heart was growing stronger and stronger: "Then all the pain I have endured for decades, the experience of having to part with my own son, has it been in vain?"

"We didn't make you go through all this. You don't have the ability or the courage to demand repayment from the culprit, so stop making such a fuss."

Martin was not going to be polite with him and launched a direct verbal attack, which had a critical effect.

Al's face turned red with anger, and his whole body was wrapped in hellfire. He wanted to refute but didn't know what to say.

The so-called argument is to try to persuade a third party. Both parties in the quarrel know that if they want to change the other party's position, they can only use fists.

"Go to hell!" Although El was angry, she was not angry out of shame. She didn't think she had done anything wrong. She just felt that the man in front of her was too much of a bastard.

The rage in her heart grew stronger and stronger, turning into real hellfire through the amulet on her body and beginning to spread everywhere.

"It's because of you shameless bastards that my son and I can't live a normal life."

"Die, all of you, die! I want you to pay the price!"

El's body gradually began to twist. She waved her hands, and the ferocious hellfire danced, turning into sharp blades and rushing towards Martin.

The flames tore through the air, carrying with them a fierce wind pressure and a burning smell, as they swirled towards Martin.

Martin stretched out his hand and the shadow sword in his hand turned into a long whip, carrying the power of death, directly extinguishing the hellfire.

Then, he tensed his leg muscles and jumped out, moving through the tunnel like a shadow.

His eyes were covered with a layer of gray, and everything in front of him was compressed into a certain structured existence. The shadow sword in his hand pierced straight out and hit those nodes, and the fierce hellfire collapsed instantly.

Even though the rage in El's heart grew stronger and stronger, and he held the devil amulet in his palm, leaving charred marks on the skin on his palm, he still couldn't make the hellfire grow stronger.

"damn it!"

El had too little combat experience, and the moment the hellfire began to go out, she did not retreat and was blocked by Martin.

When she realized that something was wrong and wanted to retreat, she looked up and saw Martin's face blocking her way. Shadows around her began to surge like the sea, blocking all her retreat routes.

Ai'er's face was gloomy, and he took two steps back weakly. He steadied himself and said in a deep voice, "Fate, why are you so unfair to me..."

"Okay, this isn't a play, who are you babbling for?"

Martin interrupted her sigh and said in a nonchalant manner, "If you are not in a clear mind, don't blame everything on fate. After you escaped from Burgess Manor, you had the opportunity to solve all the problems, but you chose to escape, which made you happy and dragged down your son."

He knew it was hard for a woman like Al to face the truth.

Such people will keep asking why, but when the answer comes, they will instinctively avoid it and continue to ask.

"So, you'd better die!"

Martin gave her a chance to leave, hand over the amulet, and face herself bravely in her final moments.

But she was unwilling to face the truth and still blamed everything on Martin and Murphys, so it was no wonder that Martin was so cruel.

"I don't know who you are. It's not that easy for you to kill me."

El roared, her eyes red, like a gambler who lost everything at the gambling table, and rushed towards Martin grabbing the devil amulet.

The moment Martin approached Al, the amulet was triggered. The runes on it shone brightly, and the rules from the devil took effect, beginning to crush Martin's body.

The amulet did work. At that moment, the skin, flesh and hair on the front of Martin's body were all torn into tiny dust, leaving only white bones.

At the same time, the power of death in Martin was also triggered, and the rules of demonic magic were erased in an instant. The torn flesh and blood were glued together again, restoring his face.

This process happens so quickly that ordinary people cannot observe it at all.

This naturally included El, who was holding the amulet. She had no idea what was happening and thought the amulet had lost its effect. After hugging Martin, she stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Martin showed no mercy and the shadow sword pierced directly into the back of Al's head, spreading the power of death.

El only felt a chill coming over her, penetrating deep into her bones. At first, her limbs became stiff, and soon even her perception became slow. Not long after, she sank into the abyss of darkness and was forced to face the end of death.

The amulet cracked with a snap, and the demonic power of its host disappeared. The seemingly flaming red ruby instantly turned into a dull stone.

"It's your own fault!"

Martin did not feel any dreamy power on El's body. After confirming that the last ruby was not on her, he reached out and pulled a shadow to his side and covered the body.

Three seconds later, the corpse turned into ashes, and the last trace disappeared from this world.

After Martin solved the trouble here, he turned his head to look at Batman. The battle between him and Nightmare seemed to have been decided.

"Batman!"

Nightmare pressed on Batman, his sunglasses were knocked off, revealing his eye frame with only a row of teeth, which clattered against each other.

"I have always wanted to meet you. Your aura is truly fascinating. Unfortunately, I had to take your life before I had the chance to get to know you better."

"This is such a sad thing, but don't worry, I will always remember you."

Nightmare always speaks in an ambiguous tone. He is asexual and it sounds like he is flirting, but in fact he covets Batman's body.

"You chose the wrong companion, Nightmare."

Batman was still trying to figure out how to use his shadow power to break free from Nightmare, but he soon caught a glimpse of Martin and smiled.

"Now you're going to pay for this."

The only thing scarier than Batman's gaze is Batman's smile.

Even though he had just escaped from a nightmare, when he saw Batman's smile, his heart skipped a beat and a chill ran through his body.

boom!
Martin kicked up and directly kicked Nightmare who was pressing on Batman away.

"How does it feel to be on top of a man?"

Martin reached out and pulled Batman up from the ground, making a small joke.

"I don't like men."

Batman ran the armor's system and began to detect damaged parts: "Also, don't you want to find a way to stop that nightmare?"

"Don't worry, that guy won't escape from my grasp."

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