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Chapter 42: Fuck Barbatos (Please read it, thank you for your support)

Martin only took a glance and felt that he was being pulled towards the darkness coming from both sides of the corridor. The blood flow in his body slowed down, as if countless pieces of ice were mixed in his blood vessels.

"This is what an evil god should look like."

He closed his eyes to block out the strange pulling feeling, and swung his sword. The fire burning on the sword dispelled the coldness in his body.

The darkness did not stop, and it approached Martin along the corridor, swallowing up shapes, sounds, light and even people's invisible perceptions.

Martin inserted the sword into the ground, and flames surged, breaking through the floor to form two walls of fire, directly hitting the surging darkness.

Shila-

The flames burned the darkness, the orange-red light pierced through the darkness, and emitted foul-smelling black smoke, mixed with a few shrill screams.

Thick darkness came from nowhere, continuously filling the area illuminated by the fire, like a black sea surging to extinguish the flames.

Martin did not use any other spells or magic, but just held the hilt of the sword.

The inscription "Strike the enemy and eradicate all evil" on the sword became brighter and brighter as his will grew. The raging flames gradually turned white, emitting more heat and light.

When the light turned white, he drew out his sword and slashed forward suddenly. The thick darkness was illuminated, like smooth, soft silk that was violently torn into pieces with holes.

"I knew it wasn't that simple!"

Martin did not move. He watched the torn darkness heal rapidly, filling the entire corridor again and rushing towards him.

This time, it pulled out the blood that had soaked into the wall and mixed it with darkness, roughly shaping it into a human shape, and then pressed those incomplete souls into these twisted human shapes, turning it into a monster with red eyes, roaring and rushing towards Martin.

"Wow, the zombies are out!"

Martin whistled at these guys who were no different from skeleton soldiers, and swung the sword in his hand. Pure white flames surged and turned into a huge sword blade that slashed down.

Boom!

The pure white blade fell, instantly burning the distorted humanoid figures made of blood and darkness into ashes. The flames burst out, burning the air, causing air pressure fluctuations, followed by a huge explosion.

The darkness was dispelled by the dazzling white light, the corridor collapsed, large chunks of rubble fell with a crackling sound, and the entire underground palace was shaking.

Martin was right in the center of the collapse, with the silver moon dancing around him, freezing and shattering all the rubble that approached him.

The pure white flame that surged up from the long sword when it sensed the evil darkness did not weaken because of the previous sword strike, but became even more vigorous.

Martin waved a long sword that was almost turning into white light, walked in the shaking palace, and swung the sword at will, releasing waves of light.

Like human-shaped straws made of blood and darkness, they fell down in pieces and were burned to ashes by the flames. The darkness dissipated in the dazzling light, and the palace built of a large stone was as fragile as tofu just out of the pot in the flames, breaking at the touch.

Large streams of dark red blood flowed out from the collapsed rubble. Points of light flew out from this prison as complex as the starry sky, falling into the silver moon or the cane and finding rest.

"These damned bastards are traitors. What on earth did Barbatos promise to make them betray humanity like this?"

Martin's eyes and heart were stung by the blood flowing from the walls, and his hatred for the Court of Owls and the Bat Tribe almost reached the sky.

The sword in his hand sensed the wielder's hatred for the evil act, and its flames swelled with greater power.

He walked and destroyed as he went. He did not remember how many things he had destroyed, nor how many suffering and broken souls he had saved. He let hatred guide his actions, and recklessly destroyed the sin-filled building beneath his feet.

Martin stopped swinging his sword only after the entire palace was reduced to ruins. His yew cane seemed to be coated with silver. The full moon that had brought rest to countless souls had become extremely large, suspended in the underground space, illuminating the ruins full of sin.

"Hu, hu, hu" Martin panted heavily, sweat wet his hair and fell down his cheeks.

Although the flame on the sword is fueled by sin and does not require Martin to provide magic power, swinging the sword continuously is also a very strenuous physical task.

After destroying the underground building, his entire body ached, but he did not feel relieved that the problem had been solved.

Even though all the people from the Court of Owls were dead, the monsters from the Bat Tribe had yet to show up, nor had the Claws, and the darkness that most likely came from Barbatos was still wandering through the ruins.

Martin walked through the ruins, the moon above his head always shining on him, dispelling the darkness that wanted to approach him.

Following the darkness wandering among the ruins, he came to a large pile of bricks and rubble. Thick darkness poured out from the cracks between the bricks and tiles, like the snarling tentacles of a sea monster.

He swung his staff and the moon overhead cast a huge beam of light that instantly wiped out the large bag of rubble and made a hole in the ground with a diameter of five meters.

Thick darkness erupted from the big hole, swallowing up the sound and light around the cave, forming an absolutely silent and imperceptible space.

Martin raised the staff that contained countless souls in front of him, emitting a warm and soft light, forming a shield to block the darkness that was pressing towards him.

He leaned forward slightly, his heart instantly in turmoil.

He saw nothing, but in every ray of darkness that passed by his ears, he could hear the wailing of countless men and women, as if he could see countless people being tortured by instruments of torture.

Martin used moonlight to isolate the despair and pain that overflowed from the soul in the darkness.

He closed his eyes and for the first time felt the deep malice that was everywhere in this world.

The Court of Owls spent hundreds of years building such an underground palace with piles of corpses, enjoying the life they claimed to be emperors.

How many innocent people have been trampled under the feet of the Bat Tribe, which has served Barbatos since the Wasteland Era and has transformed into monsters?
Martin didn't know the answer. Even though he was standing in front of the abyss of sin created by the other party, he couldn't get an answer.

Countless souls endure endless torture, giving rise to despair and pain that will never end.

Faced with such an abyss, Martin had the idea of retreating.

As the pain hit him, he couldn't help but think that the headquarters of the Court of Owls was already destroyed, and Barbatos wouldn't be able to attack him or Gotham anytime soon.

We can retreat now. It won't be too late to deal with Barbatos after we have collected the complete set of cards of the Justice League.

"Save us, save us..."

But hearing the faint cry for help squeezed out from the pain, Martin put the idea of leaving behind him.

"Fuck Barbatos, there's nothing to be afraid of about a guard dog that can't enter the house."

If it was a personal grudge, Martin would not be so determined.

He is a carefree person. When he cannot completely kill Barbatos, he is not in a hurry to kill him even if the opponent's minions are right in front of him.

If it wasn't for saving those suffering souls, he wouldn't want to wait even a second longer.

He raised his staff, the moon shone brightly, and the sword once again ignited with white flames, colliding with the darkness.

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