Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 41 The Moon That Guides the Soul (Please collect, read and invest, thank you)
Amid the roar of the black-robed judge, the man in a suit and wearing a white mask rushed out from the bench.

Their limbs were stiff, yet connected to each other, forming a large circle with no gaps between them, and they approached Martin step by step from the outside to the inside.

Martin's eyes rolled and he instantly scanned the masked men in suits around him. He did not sense any breath of life from these people, and he chanted a spell.

Boom!
Invisible pressure suddenly descended, like a mountain hitting these masked men in suits, making them unable to even lift their heads.

Then, the floor made of large stones suddenly turned soft into mud, swallowed all the masked men in suits, and then returned to being hard stones.

The whole process was completed in an instant. The black-robed judge who had just shouted that he wanted to kill Martin opened a secret door and was about to escape.

Martin leaped across the courtroom, grabbed the black-robed judge who was about to run away, and pulled him back. The judge flew into the air, spun sideways several times like a top, and fell to the ground.

"There are so many sewers and secret doors. You should stop calling it the Court of Owls and call it the Court of Mouse."

Martin slowly approached the judge, and with that tug, he tore off his black robe, revealing his true self.

The judge, who was struggling to get up, only showed his back to Martin. His back was covered with bulging muscles and black hair like steel needles. His spine was slightly bent, making him look like he had a hunchback.

He finally stood up, neither running away nor turning around.

Martin didn't stop, slowly closing the distance between them.

When they were only three meters away, the judge suddenly turned around, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, emitted a harsh sound wave, and rushed towards Martin with a huge power that could tear steel apart.

hum!
A silver light like moonlight lit up and hung down from the top of Martin's cane, turning into a silver curtain that blocked the sound waves that scraped the stone ground into piles of stone powder.

Only at this time did Martin see the judge's appearance clearly.

Its head is very pointed, like a cone, and it is bald without eyes or eyebrows. Its nose is also very small, but its ears are very big. Its mouth takes up half of its face, and it is filled with rows of sharp teeth, as densely packed as a grinder.

“Is it really a mouse?”

Martin looked at this twisted monster and thought of a tribe that had existed even longer - the Bat Tribe.

He was not wary of the other party because of his long existence. Instead, he laughed and said, "You have sold your life to your master for tens of thousands of years, and in the end he is unwilling to teach you even a few moves of magic?"

"you……"

The monster with a rat head and a rat tail had no eyes. When he heard that his identity had been revealed, his body shook violently.

They were used to existing in the dark and suddenly someone lifted up their invisibility cloak, and they felt helpless.

Martin shook his cane, and the bright moonlight like flowing water quickly shrank, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a wheel the size of a head, with the edge covered with fine serrations.

call out!
The moonlight flew out like a meteor, cutting through the raging sound waves and splitting the shocked monster in half. The intestines, stomach and other messy organs fell to the ground with blood.

Martin moved his nose, and a foul smell hit him in the face. He quickly covered his nose and whispered, "Be careful when using this trick in the future. Just cut off the head."

The members of the Bat Tribe did not accept Amber Gold's transformation, and after being dismembered by the Moonlight Wheel, they showed no signs of resurrection.

Martin summoned a large fireball, burning the bodies on the ground to ashes, then drew his sword and stabbed it into the ground.

This time, without his call, the inscription on the sword lit up automatically, and the flame of eradicating sin burned the blood that soaked the building beneath his feet.

Ah—a shrill scream accompanied by black and cold mist spewing out from the walls, floor and ceiling, and then being burned up by the flames of the sword.

The black fog dissipated, and countless specks of light slowly fell down. They were the souls whose lives were harmed by the Court of Owls.

These souls are not complete. The Court of Owls has removed parts of their souls, leaving only the most basic reactions. They are suffering eternal torture in this underground palace which is actually a cage, creating endless darkness for the Court of Owls.

Martin looked at the slowly falling light spots and searched in the cloth bag, but he couldn't find any props that could hold these broken souls.

If these souls were allowed to remain where they were, it would not be long before they were captured by magic again and became consumables for the Court of Owls to exploit.

At this time, what happened in the court also attracted the attention of other people in the palace. Martin heard noisy footsteps approaching, glanced at his hands, and suddenly had an idea.

"Fortunately, this cane is made of yew wood, which symbolizes the immortal soul. Otherwise, it would take even more effort."

Martin began to chant: "Wandering and broken souls, return to the peaceful resting place..."

As his voice rang out, the yew wood cane once again lit up with silver moonlight. The cold light was like a signpost, pointing the way for the broken soul.

The wandering light spots were like young swallows returning to their nests, eagerly flying into the cold moonlight, returning to the yew wood cane and transforming into a line of inscriptions on the cane.

"The resting place of the soul!"

Martin waved his cane again, and the inscription lit up, turning into a small moon on the left side of his shoulder. Wherever the light shone, the blood that had soaked into the wall turned into black mist amid shrill screams. The imprisoned souls were released and merged into the moon, making it more real.

boom!
The door of the court was kicked open, and the man in a suit and wearing a white mask was dazzled by the moonlight and pulled the trigger of his submachine gun.

"These guys really don't know any magic at all! Barbatos is really stingy."

Martin complained in his mind and cast a spell to shoot down the bullets.

Then, he strode forward and swung his sword. The flaming sword slashed across, chopping off the heads of the people blocking the door.

As he approached, the moon on the left side of his shoulder emitted a silver laser beam, sweeping from left to right.

The moonlight illuminated the entire corridor, and the laser beams instantly froze all the enemies, shattering and melting their bodies.

When the laser disappeared, the entire corridor was empty. All the enemies melted in the moonlight column. The walls that were swept by it were also purified, and more incomplete souls flew into the moon on Martin's shoulder.

He did not stop, allowing the bright moonlight to illuminate more places, purify more walls, save the imprisoned souls, and make the moon on his shoulder more real.

The Court of Owls were not fools either. After seeing Martin's strength, they no longer sent out cannon fodder to die.

But after Martin walked through three corridors, the counterattack they had prepared finally began.

A darkness so thick that it was almost palpable attacked from both sides, swallowing up all the light step by step, occupying every inch of space, and gradually approaching Martin.

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